Thursday, 19 April 2018

Dewithon 2019

I recently spotted this at Paula's Book Jotter blog:


Why am I so excited?

My name is the first give away - Bronwyn (although my variation is apparently a masculine Anglicized take on the traditional Welsh spelling of Bronwen).

My mother's ancestors are the next clue. 
My grandmother's maiden name was Llewellyn, although less salubriously, it was her grandfather who first came to Australia...as a convict (he stole a copper pot).

My Pop had closer Welsh ties.
His dad immigrated to Australia (from Llantrissant via the California goldfields) in the late 1800's.
We are still in touch with the children and grandchildren of his siblings back in Wales.

I have also visited Wales twice (which is quite a feat when you think about the distance between Sydney and Cardiff - 17 165 km to be precise!) My first visit was all about the family history; the second was about rugby!

One of the things I love about Wales is the resurgence of pride in local customs and language. All the sign are in English and Welsh.


Llantrissant Church were some of my ancestors are buried.
With all this ancestor pride and interest, you'd think that I would have read tons of Welsh books or books set in Wales. Wrong!
I'm hoping that #Dewithon19 will rectify this.

What exactly is #Dewithon19?
Dewi is the diminutive form of the Welsh name Dafydd (David) and the readathon is all about the literature of Wales. Paula has various links on her blog to help us discover Welsh authors, books, events, prizes and publishers.

The one and only book I've read set in Wales, by an English author, is Patrick O'Brian's Testimonies. The main female character was called Bronwen, hence my interest. Testimonies (or Three Bear Witness) was only the second book I have ever read with a Bronwen protagonist (the other being Bronwyn's Bane - book 3 in a children's fantasy series). Bronwyn is not an unusual name in Australia but it's not common either. My name has never been found on bookmarks, mugs, pens or door plates. I went to Wales thinking I would finally find a keyring or notepaper or something with my name on it, but no, it turns out Bronwen is an old-fashioned name in Wales and not considered mug-worthy!


I visited Dylan Thomas' home/museum in 1991 but have yet to read any of his work, although I have seen one production of Under Milk Wood.

I have read a few Roald Dahl books in my time, but even though he was born in Cardiff, the books never felt particularly Welsh to me, so it wasn't a connection I registered until seeing his name on one of Paula's lists. 
Philip Pullman also spent most of his childhood in Llanbedr, North Wales, but again. I don't feel a Welsh connection when I read his books.

Have you read any Welsh writers or read any books set in Wales that you can recommend to me?
I'd love to explode Mount TBR!

It's time to get our Welsh on (cael ein Cymry ymlaen)!

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa

If I ever had any doubts about whether I was a cat person or not, The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa decided me! I defy even the most hard-hearted, adamant cat-denier to not be affected by the relationship between Nana (so named because of his tail that curled like a number 7) and his cat-loving friend Satoru.



Translated by Philip Gabriel (best known for his work translating many of Murakami's novels) this lovely, gentle story appears slight on the surface, but is actually power-packed with messages about the art of caring, love, friendship, loyalty and generosity. Not many books make me cry, but I shed a quiet tear at the end of this bittersweet story.

Arikawa makes her cats come alive. Anyone who has loved a cat of their own will instantly recognise the moods, behaviour and attitude of Nana and the other cats in this story. Not so common though, is having the cat as the narrator of the story. This gave Arikawa the freedom to indulge in all sorts of cat wisdom, that again, any cat-lover will recognise instantly.

'If you don't mourn a dead cat properly, you'll never get over it.'

'Satoru glanced at me in the passenger's seat, where I was now sitting in a tidy ball, my tail around my front legs.'

'I stretched up, placing my front paws on the passenger window, and enjoyed the passing scenery for a while, then curled up on the seat.'

'I sat up, rested my paws on the passenger-seat window and craned my neck to see out.'

'Among cats, when a female chooses a mate, it's a very clear-cut thing. Not just among cats, but with all animals, the female's judgement about love is absolute.'

'I arched my back as high as it could go and make my fur stand on end.'

'The curled-up chinchilla's tail had been twitching all this time, and it was obvious to me that what he was feeling was annoyance and irritation at the dogs' incessant chatter.'

'I purred till my throat hurt, rubbing the top of my head over and over against his body.'


Each chapter begins with a lovely black and white illustration as Satoru and Nana travel around Japan visiting Satoru's friends to see if one of them will be a good fit for Nana. We don't really know what the 'unavoidable circumstances' are that make it impossible for Satoru to continue to care for Nana, but our suspicion and concerns increase with each visit.

Most of us cat-lovers are sometimes left wondering if our beloved cats actually care for us as much as we care for them. The Travelling Cat Chronicles proves to us that yes they do!

Sunday, 15 April 2018

CBCA Eve Pownall Information Book Shortlist 2018

Eve Pownall Award for Information Books

Books entered into this category should intend to document factual material with consideration given to imaginative presentation, interpretation and variation of style, for kids aged anywhere between 0-18 years. 

The 2018 shortlist for the Eve Pownall Award looks a little like this: 


Do Not Lick This Book by Idan Ben-Barak and Julian Frost (Illustrator)

Can microbes be made fun for kids? Ben-Barak, a microbiologist amongst other things, thinks so. Min is a cartoon-style microbe whose interactive approach to teaching us about microorganisms is designed to get kids excited and wondering...and washing their hands!



M is for Mutiny! History by Alphabet by John Dickon and Bern Emmerichs (Illustrator) 

An Australian alphabet viewed with an Indigenous perspective in mind. Each letter depicts well-known historical people and events as seen with a European and a first peoples point of view - from first settlement, to William Bligh, from Joseph Banks to the naming of our flora and fauna and from Yemmerrawanne to Terra nullius. Indigenous peoples and culture gets to shine right alongside that of the European settlers to embrace our shared history.

My only concern is a couple of factual glitches that jumped out at me. I'm not sure the Captain Cook was actually eaten by the natives of Hawaii in 1779, but the line in question may have just been a fun, throw away line said for effect rather than authenticity. I'm also not really sure that you could say that the area around The Domain is the Parramatta River either. Yes, technically the Parramatta River flows through Sydney Harbour and out to sea, but it's not really how we think of this body of water. Perhaps, though, there is an Indigenous perspective here that I'm unaware of?



Left & Right by Lorna Hendry

A sturdy yet soft, flexy book cover full of fascinating facts and figures about lefties and righties. From tips on how to remember which is which, to what ambidextrous means plus ancient beliefs, unusual customs and misconceptions. Curious but true information about reflections, symmetry, clockwise, spirals and our brains plus little known facts about left and right in the animal kingdom.
Clear photography and graphics illustrate the various points and facts being made throughout.



Amazing Australians in Their Flying Machines by Prue & Kerry Mason and Tom Jellett (Illustrator) 

Prue and Kerry Mason are both pilots who like to restore classic aircraft. In this book they share with us their love of flying in this book about ten of our early aviators. They include 'amazing facts' and 'did you know?' text boxes for each pilot as well as their planes and aviation in general. Jellett uses old photographs, illustrations and humour to bring the text to life.



The Big Book of Antarctica by Charles Hope

This is one of those books that is very school-y in style and intent, which isn't to say that the photography isn't stunning. It is, but it felt rather dry to me. A worthy contender but nothing outstanding.



Koala by Claire Saxby and Julie Vivas (Illustrator).

A coming of age story for our young koala as he leaves his mother and his tree to find his very own tree. Naturally he faces a few adventures and hazards along the way. Saxby dots the story with little fact checks while Vivas dots the illustrations with love and tenderness.


Friday, 13 April 2018

#ZolaStyle - The Bois de Boulogne in La Curee

April is #Zoladdiction month and this year Fanda is encouraging us to find the art in Zola's writing.

Literal Painting: 
Zola had great interest in paintings. He had been a strong promoter of Impressionism; supported and befriended young artists such as Manet and Cézanne. His literary style often had quality of a painting. Quote and share those literal paintings you find from the book you are reading, or any book you have read; add paintings or pictures too if you like.

This year I'm reading La Curee (The Kill) which is set in Paris during the mid 1860's at the height of the Haussmannisation of Paris. Napoleon III, the self-styled Emperor of the Second Empire 'pursued a policy of modernisation and 'progress'. He determined to make Paris clean and salubrious, and above all 'modern' according to my Introduction by Brian Nelson [1]. Georges Eugene Haussmann was the civil servant charged to bring about these monumental changes.

Huge open boulevards and new apartment blocks were carved through the old streets and suburbs of Paris. Land and homes were ruthlessly appropriated. Trees were planted and new parks were created, but
the real aim of Haussmann's works was the securing of the city against civil war. He wished to make the erection of barricades in Paris impossible for all time. [2]

All of this was achieved via creative accounting!

The Bois de Boulogne was created between 1852-58 from an old meadow that had been allowed to run to wrack and ruin. It is now the second largest park in Paris, situated in the 16th arrondissement. It has lakes, a cascade, two race tracks, greenhouses, a castle, a zoo, an amusement park and a tennis park where the French Open is now held.

Much of the action at the beginning of La Curee occurs around the Bois de Boulogne, where all the newly wealthy folk like to parade, showing off their wares.


The great slice of sky hanging over this small piece of nature caused a thrill, an indefinable sadness; and from these paling heights fell so deep an autumnal melancholy, so sweet and heartbreaking a darkness, that the Bois, wound little by little in a shadowy shroud.
Bois de Boulogne, M.H.Hiver. 1855 


The greensward ran on, with gentle undulations, to the Porte de la Muette, whose low gates, which seemed like a piece of black lace stretched along the ground, were visible in the distance; and on the slopes, in the hollows, the grass was quite blue.
The Satyr in the Bois de Boulogne, Félix Vallotton, 1904


Here and there, on the other side, along the roadway, were late strollers, groups of black dots, making their way slowly back to Paris; and high up, at the end of the procession of carriages, the Arc de triomphe, seen at an angle, stood out in its whiteness against a vast expanse of sooty sky.
Amazzone al Bois De Boulogne, Giuseppe de Nittis, 1874.75.


On the left, at the foot of the narrow lawns intersected by flower-beds and shrubs, the lake, clear as crystal, without a ripple, lay as though neatly trimmed along its edges by the gardeners' spades.
The Path in the Bois de Boulogne, Henri Matisse, 1902


On the drive home, the barouche was reduced to a crawl by the long line of carriages returning by the side of the lake. At one point they had to pull up completely.
Bois de Bolougne, Jean Béraud 


The warm October day, which had given the Bois a feeling of spring and brought the great ladies out in open carriages, threatened to end in a bitterly cold evening.
Allustante Porte Dauphine Bois de Boulogne, Joaquín Pallarés, 1872


The line of carriages was still travelling along the side of the lake, with its even trot and noise like a distant waterfall.
L'avenue du Bois de Boulogne, Georges Stein.

[1] Nelson, Brian, Introduction in The Kill, Emile Zola (Oxford University Press 2008)
[2] Walter Benjamin, Paris, the Capital of the Nineteenth Century, in id., The Arcades Project, trans Howard Eiland and Kevin McLaughlin (Cambridge, Mass, and London: The Belknap Press 1999)
#Zoladdiction
#Zolastyle

Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Sharing and Caring with Picture Books

A number of years ago I fell in love with Wendy (the adventure seeking chicken) then Herman and Rosie (the lonely, jazz loving New Yorkers). I loved the quirky humour and the sophisticated style that Australian author/illustrator Gus Gordon injected into every page, although I wasn't sure how well the stories would work with actual children. Which is a slight, although not insurmountable, flaw in a children's picture book! The Last Peach reminds me a little of those first loves, but with bugs! And with more accessible themes for children.


I loved the appropriate little French notes tucked into the collages. The snappy dialogue story had me chuckling away from the beginning. My heart swooned when one of the bugs recited a poem for the peach. Layered into the story are themes on problem solving, how to share, who to believe, generosity, beauty and perception.

As an added bonus, Gordon has created gorgeous peachy end papers to drool over.

I almost wish that I was still preschool teaching so that I could try this book out on a group of four year olds!

Another funny book about sharing on our shelves at work at the moment comes from UK based author/illustrator Anuska Allepuz.

That Fruit is Mine! features five elephants who are determined to get to the 'MOST delicious-looking exotic fruit that the elephants had ever seen.'


However it takes five equally determined but cooperative mice to show them how it's done. The value of friendship, team work and persistence shines through here. The can-do attitude of the mice and the elephants contrasts nicely with the more creative, philosophical bugs above.

These two books are the perfect combo for that sharing-impaired person in your life!

Other books about sharing and cooperation include:

Sharing a Shell by Julia Donaldson
This Is Our House by Michael Rosen
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
The Little Red Hen

I deliberately did not include The Rainbow Fish by Marcus Pfister in this list because even though sharing his beautiful shiny scales appears to main the theme, I really struggle with the underlying theme that seems to assume that all the fish will be happier if they're all exactly the same with their drab colours where no-one gets to shine or have special talents.

Saturday, 7 April 2018

#6degrees April

#6degrees is a monthly meme hosted by Kate @Books Are My Favourite and Best.

Oftentimes I haven't read the starting book for this meme, but I can assure you that I only play the next 6 books with ones I have actually read. 
If I've read the book during this blogging life, then I include my review, otherwise, you just have to take my word for it!

This month the starting book is Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden.
Are you game?

Old image alert - Kate @Books Are My Favourite & Best now hosts #6Degrees but this is a good refresh of the rules.


I haven't been a very good player lately.
Each month seems to roll around faster than the last.
In my head I was still thinking of links for Room, until I realised last night that it had been and gone.
Apparently it's April already and our starting book is Memoirs of a Geisha!


Which is about as perfect as life gets right now!
I have not read Memoirs of a Geisha, but it is THE VERY book sitting on top of my TBR pile ready to come to Japan with me in just a few short weeks!

I could now simply pick 6 more books set in Japan and be done with it....but that would too easy!

I little research revealed that Golden was sued for breach of contract and defamation by one of the retired geisha's he interviewed for the book.
Kathryn Stockett, author of The Help faced a similar problem when her brother's maid sued for "an unpermitted appropriation of her name and image."


One of the reasons I took The Help on holidays with me (way back in my pre-blogging when) was for the pretty birds on the cover.
A shiny, pretty bird cover was also part of the attraction for picking Robyn Cadwallader's The Anchoress.


But the main reason I wanted to read The Anchoress was Cadwallader herself. 
I saw her talk at the Sydney Writer's Festival a few years ago and came away from it determined to read her book ASAP.

Another author that I was inspired to read thanks to her participation in the SWF, was Canadian author, Kim Thuy.
Ru was a beautiful, poetic story that was a delicious mix of fact and fiction.


Blurring the line between fact and fiction is something that Jeanette Winterson does so magnificently in Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.


My actually cover is the one in the middle of the bottom row, but I loved this montage of covers and I rather wish that my book was more like the one on the bottom right instead.

Cover love brings me to a more recent favourite.
The Enlightenment of the Greengage Tree by Shokoofeh Azar.


The cover is a collage of three of Azar's own paintings called The Poetry Night, Two Birds and Red Bird & Moon (more birds!)
Red bird and moon was all the prompt I needed to make my final link this month.


Okay, it's not exactly a moon, but the mockingjay is definitely red.
Well, red with a bit of orange, but oranges are not the only fruit, or colour, so let's leave it at that shall we!
And let's see what May brings us.
#6degrees

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

The Battle of Waterloo the Victor Hugo Way

I can't believe that readers past and present have complained about the (lengthy) Waterloo scenes in Les Miserables!

Actually, yes I can.

Battle scenes are not for everyone. Jumping back in time and breaking the narrative flow also annoys many readers. The sudden appearance of the writer in the story can also disconcert. But this is Victor Hugo and after 3 months in his company, I've already learnt that everything has a purpose.

I first became interested in the French Revolution when I read A Tale of Two Cities in my late teens. Since then I've read loads of fiction and non-fiction about this era - from Jeannette Winterson's The Passion to some of Max Gallo's fictionalised biographies (I can't believe I jettisoned these books during one of my moves after only reading two of them! What was I thinking?)


Because I stopped reading these books before Napoleon had reached Waterloo, my memory of what happened is pretty much left to the lyrics of ABBA's song of the same name!

It's hard to know if  Napoleon was a genius or a tyrant, a gifted leader or mad. It often depended on which side of the battle lines you were on as to how you perceived him and his actions.

However there is no denying that he changed the face of Europe and the very heart of France. He will now always be one of the big names of history; one of those larger-than-life personalities whose self-belief, courage to embrace change and sense of destiny combined to radically alter the course of history. Napoleon also became another prime example of the dangers of hubris for historians, philosophers and storytellers alike. Certainly Hugo could not resist.

Hugo visited the area in 1861 so that he could write these Waterloo chapters for Les Mis. His fictional account of the battle has long been considered inaccurate, and it certainly reads as a patriotic piece full of the usual propaganda of war and nationalism. However he,
stirred French passions with his emotive prose and there is no doubt that he considered Napoleon’s downfall as a national tragedy. He also lamented the manner in which the famous soldier was defeated and thought that he had been brought down by lesser men who owed more to chance than skill, writing scathingly: ‘It is not the victory of Europe over France, it is the complete, absolute, shattering, incontestable, final, supreme triumph of mediocrity over genius.’
La Guard Recule


In honour of his literary efforts, a subscription was raised in 1911 to build a monument near the Hotel des Colonnes in Mont St Jean where he stayed in 1861. Two world wars and lack of funds stalled the progress of the monument, until 1956. It is still not finished - a French cockerel statue is meant to adorn the top of the column.



Artists have also been drawn to recreating significant moments from this battle ever since.

V2 B1 C2 - Hougomont
Hougomont. It was a fateful place, the beginning of disaster, the first obstacle encountered at Waterloo by the great tree-feller of Europe whose name was Napoleon, the first knot to resist his axe.

Defence of the Chateau de Hougoumont by the flank Company, Coldstream Guards, 1815 - Denis Dighton

V2 B1 C3 - 18 June 1815
Had it not rained in the night of 17-18 June 1815, the future of Europe would have been different. A few drops of water, more or less, were what decided Napoleon's fate.

Image source

V2 B1 C5 - The Fog of War
After the fall of La-Haie-Sainte the battle hung in the balance. This middle phase, from midday until four o'clock, is indistinctly visible, shrouded in the fog of war. We have a glimpse of huge turmoil, a kaleidoscopic picture of outmoded military trappings, busbies, sabre-belts, crossed shoulder-straps, ammunition pouches, hussars' dolmans, wrinkled riding boots, heavy fringed shakos, the black tunics of Brunswick mingled with the scarlet of England.

Windmill at Quatre Bras during the Battle of Waterloo - Carle Vernet (c.1815-36)

Once again, I found myself fascinated by the translation choices throughout the 19 Waterloo chapters.

V2 B1 C9 - The Unexpected

I begin with Denny's translation as I found it to be the most powerful & poignant translation. What do you think?
What followed was appalling. This ravine, some fifteen feet deep between sheer banks, appeared suddenly at the feet of the leading horses, which reared and attempted to pull up but were thrust forward by those coming behind, so that the horse and rider fell and slid helplessly down, to be followed by others. The column had become a projectile, and the explosive force generated for the destruction of the enemy was now its own destroyer. That hideous gulf could only be crossed when it was filled. Horses and men poured into it, pounding each other into a solid mass of flesh, and when the level of the dead and the living had risen high enough the rest of the column passed over. In this fashion a third of Dubois's brigade was lost.

Donougher
This was a moment of horror. There, directly under the horses' hoofs, twelve feet deep between the double embankment, yawned the unexpected ravine. The second line drove the first into it, and the third drove the second. The horses reared then lunged backwards, landed on their rumps, slid with all four legs in the air, unseating and flettening their riders; unable to reverse, the whole column solely a projectile, the impetus gathered to trample the English now trampling the French. The inexorable ravine could only capitulate when filled. Riders and horses rolled pell-mell into the pit, crushing each other, together forming but one flesh, and when this trench was filled with living men they were trodden underfoot and the rest were able to pass. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss.

Rose
The moment was horrifying. There was the ravine, unexpected, yawning right at the horses' hooves, two fathoms deep between its twin banks. The second row pushed the first in and the third pushed the second; the horses reared, threw themselves backwards, fell on their rumps, slid with their four feet in the air, knocking off and crushing their riders, no way of turning back. The entire column was now no more than a projectile, the force gathered to crush the English crushed the French, the inexorable ravine could surrender until it was filled, riders and horses rolled into it pell-mell, grinding each other, forming one flesh in this gulf, and when the pit was full of men still alive, they marched over them and the remainder followed suit. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade toppled into this abyss.
Fall at Ohain Road - image source

The Ravine of Waterloo (1895) by Ulpiano Checa 
What a ghastly way to die!

V2 B1 C13 - Catastrophe
The shadow of a momentous justice lay over Waterloo. It was the day of destiny, when a force greater than mankind prevailed....On that day the course of mankind was altered. Waterloo was the hinge of the nineteenth century. A great man had to disappear in order that a great century might be born.

Day of Destiny - David Cartwright 

V2 B1 C14 - The Last Square
By nine o'clock that evening only one square, at the foot of the plateau of the Mont St Jean, the slope scored by the hooves of the cuirassiers, was holding out against the concentrated artillery-fire of the victorious enemy.

The Battle of Waterloo, 16–19 June 1815, the Defeat of Kellerman's Cuirassiers - Thomas Sidney Cooper

Hugo finishes the battle scenes of Waterloo late in the evening of the 18th June with V2 B1 C19 - The Battlefield at Night. He tells us that
Every army has its camp-followers and it is these that we must look, to the bat-like creatures, half-ruffian, half-servant, engendered by the twilight of war, wearers of uniform who do no fighting, malingerers, venomous cripples, sutlers riding in small carts, sometimes with their women, who steal what later they sell, beggars offering their services as guides, rogues and vagabonds of all kinds.


Corpses Interred at Hougoumont 1816 - James Rouse

As I read this section I remembered Jeannette Winterson's The Passion which featured precisely these battlefield hanger-on-er's. It came as no surprise to see which one of our previous, less savoury characters was here, after the battle, picking pockets, with self-preservation and self-serving traits already on display.

And a new name - Pontmercy.

The battlefield of Waterloo was quickly turned into an historic monument. Just as quickly, different versions, opinions and interpretations were put about. All battles are messy, ugly, brutal places full of confusion and chaos. The loss of life is horrendous. The carnage and trauma is glorified so that all that loss and misery is not for nothing. Whether its the weather, fate, god, destiny or luck, reasons are looked for, as those left behind to deal with the clean up and their grief, try to find meaning and a sense of purpose.

The Lion Mound (Butte du Lion) was created from the ruins of the battlefield near Braine-l'Alleud, Belgium. Nearby is a rotunda that contains a massive panoramic painting of the battle by Louis Dumoulin. It consists of 14 panels. Two of the episodes are shown below.


Monday, 2 April 2018

Zoladdiction 2018

Zoladdiction with Fanda @Classiclit is underway once again.
For all the details please check out her Masterpost, but it's pretty simple really:
read and enjoy all things Zola during the month of April.


I've now read three Zola's thanks to Fanda and Zoladdiction.
Nana was my first experience with Zola. It left me reeling and wanting more.
Germinal was so good I struggled to write an adequate response.

I then decided to get serious about my Zoladdiction.
I went back to the very beginning to read the Rougon-Macquart series in correct chronological order.
So last year I read The Fortunes of the Rougons (La Fortune des Rougon).

The dilemma this year was whether to read book 2 in chronological order or book 2 in Zola's recommended reading order. In the end the decision was resolved for me when I failed to source a copy of His Excellency (Son Excellence Eugène Rougon) which was Zola's recommended book 2.

Therefore my #Zoladdiction2018 book will be The Kill (La Curee).


The Kill (La Curee) is the second volume in Zola's great cycle of twenty novels, Les Rougon-Macquart, and the first to establish Paris - the capital of modernity - as the centre of Zola's narrative world. Conceived as a representation of the uncontrollable 'appetites' unleashed by the Second Empire (1852-70) and the transformation of the city by Baron Haussmann, the novel combines into a single, powerful vision the twin themes of lust for money and lust for pleasure. The all-pervading promiscuity of the new Paris is reflected in the dissolute and frenetic lives of an unscrupulous property speculator, Saccard, his neurotic wife Renee, and her dandified lover, Saccard's son Maxime.


Fanda has also created a mini-challenge to add extra depth and layers to our reading of Zola.

#ZolaStyle – MINI THEMED CHALLENGE

To add more fun to Zoladdiction, and to encourage more people to read and love Zola, there will be a mini themed challenge; different theme each year. This year we will do #ZolaStyle—exploring his unique literary style, which I have divided into three categories:


Literal Painting
Zola had great interest in paintings. He had been a strong promoter of Impressionism; supported and befriended young artists such as Manet and Cézanne. His literary style often had quality of a painting. Quote and share those literal paintings you find from the book you are reading, or any book you have read; add paintings or pictures too if you like. You can check this post to get more idea about this literal painting.


Naturalism Metaphor
Zola often uses natural things as metaphor. In The Belly of Paris, for instance, cheeses are described as fruits. In Germinal, the mining machine becomes a giant beast; and a steam locomotive transforms into a woman in La Bete Humaine. Quote and post about this naturalism you find from the book you are reading, or any book you have read. Click this link if you need example.


Heredity Problem
As a Naturalist, Zola believed that human psychology is heavily influenced by heredity and environment. He wrote the twenty novels in The Rougon Macquart series to study this. Analyze, discuss, and post the heredity problem of the book you are reading, or any book you have read.


How #ZolaStyle Works

#ZolaStyle challenge is NOT obligatory, you may opt for reading books only.
You may post just one or all category for each book – in as many posts as you want; as often as you like, from 1st to 30th April.
You can use current book you are reading, or any books you have read before. 
Please make sure to use these hashtags: #ZolaStyle #EmileZola#Zoladdiction2018 on your posts.
Each #ZolaStyle post linked up at #ZolaStyle linky will be entered to win book(s) by Emile Zola of your choice max $20 from Book Depository. Yay!

To kick off my own #Zolastyle, I thought I would start with the painting used on the cover of my Oxford University Press edition of The Kill.

Paris Street Rainy Day, 1877 Gustave Caillebotte - Art Institute of Chicago

In his masterpiece, Paris Street; Rainy Day, Gustave Caillebotte brought an unusual monumentality and compositional control to a typical Impressionist subject, the new boulevards that were changing the Paris cityscape. The result is at once real and contrived, casual and choreographed. With its curiously detached figures, the canvas depicts the anonymity that the boulevards seemed to create. By the time it appeared in the third Impressionist exhibition, held in April 1877, the artist was 29 years old, a man of considerable wealth, and not only the youngest but also the most active member of the Impressionist group. He contributed six of his own canvases to the exhibition; played a leading part in its funding, organization, promotion, and installation; and lent a number of paintings by his colleagues that he owned.

My Introduction by Brian Nelson goes into some detail about Haussmann's Paris which I found fascinating as I had no idea about the massive changes and reconstruction that occurred in Paris during the Second Empire.

The Haussmannisation of Paris was, at one level, official state planning on a monumental and highly symbolic scale, glorifying the Napoleonic Empire.


It was also thought to be a way of protecting the city from civil unrest. The creation of long, wide boulevards made it impossible for the people to erect barricades as a weapon against the government. The old rabbit-warren slums were destroyed to 'control the unruly and ungovernable poor'. I found this particularly interesting in light of my current year-long Les Mis readalong, which will eventually lead us, the reader, to the June Rebellion of 1832, and the barricades.

Although we now consider the lovely, tree lined, open avenues of Paris with their uniform architectural style, a thing of beauty and envy, at the time their creation was controversial and very disruptive. It also sparked a huge property speculation boom (much like the one happening in Sydney at the moment).
The new Paris is associated with with vice and promiscuity, but Zola's imagery repeatedly associates the city also with light, the sun, flames, heat and colour - with all the noise and activity of modern life.


So much #Zolastyle and I haven't even started the actual story yet!

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Saturday, 31 March 2018

Native: Art & Design With Australian Plants

Native: Art and Design With Australian Plants by Kate Herd and Jela Ivankovic-Waters is one of those gorgeous coffee table books that deserves to be thumbed over and referenced on a regular basis.


Actually it's much more than a mere coffee table book. It's full of delicious, inspiring Australian landscapes and gardens that left me drooling with possibility and anticipation. It has practical advice, plant tips and loads of creative design. It's also a love letter to the Australian environment as Kate and Jela,

'realised the possibilities for using Australian plants has moved beyond the traditional 'bush garden' aesthetic so often associated with natives.'

They believe that the best solution is to use plants indigenous to your local area, but they are not always easy to source or readily available to the average gardener. The next best option then is to focus on Australian natives in general. They require little water and fertiliser, they attract native birds & animals and are often more resilient. Using non-indigenous species to your area may have the added advantage of ensuring a species survival if conditions change in their own native region.

We have presented the information so as to encourage an adventurous approach to our native flora, and celebrate the versatility and creative potential of Australian plants.

They consider design, shape, foliage, shade, colour and texture. They explore different varieties and provide lots of beautiful images of individual plants as well as much larger gardens.

The benefits of pruning are discussed (yippee! I love pruning, but many people believe you shouldn't prune natives).


Sculptor, Tracey Deep is featured as are some of her stunning floral & plant sculptures. One day I hope to have enough time to explore this more creative side of native gardening even more.

With a new native garden of my very own to design and plant out, this book has been a timely and useful inspiration. I definitely want to get more banksias, dianellas. grevilleas, grass trees, granite claw flowers, woolly bush (I have a thing for silvery leaves), kangaroo grass and waratahs into my garden. I love a splash of colour in amongst all that lovely green.

Watch this space!

Native was the winner of the 2018 Indie Book Illustrated Non-Fiction Award.

Thursday, 29 March 2018

Ghosts of the Tsunami by Richard Lloyd Parry

When I was a preschool teacher, I used to tell a drawing story about tsunami's.

It's over ten years since I last told it, but it involved painting simple images on a large sheet of paper as I recited the story about a small Japanese seaside village, complete with rice fields, a hill and an old man. At some point there was an earthquake and the old man noticed the sea receding. All the villagers race down to the shore to see what was happening. But the old man remembers the stories his grandfather told him about the last time the sea disappeared, so with the help of his young grandson & a fire in the rice stacks, he gets all the villagers safely to the top of the hill....just in time to see the sea come surging back to wipe out the village below.

The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai 1829-33

Painting the big blue wave that wiped out the village was always a dramatic, powerful moment during the story telling and the old man's final comment, 'that's why I set fire to the rice stacks' left the children speechless.

After the 2004 tsunami, I remember hearing a story about a young girl who saved her entire resort thanks to a lesson her teacher had taught about tsumanis earlier in the year. I was not only moved by the possibility that a story lesson told to a class of children by a teacher on the other side of the world could save hundreds of lives, but that all the adults at the Indonesian resort actually listened to and believed the young girl.

The story I told my classes over the years was based on The Tale of Hamaguchi Gohei and the Tsunami. I found a retelling of it on this Japanese Children's Literature blog.

I did wonder, seven years later, how it was that so many lives were lost in the 2011 tsunami that hit Northern Honshu. Given what we all now know about receding sea levels, why wasn't everyone on higher ground as soon as they saw the sea disappear? And how did an entire primary school get overwhelmed by the wave when all the other local schools evacuated to higher ground?

Richard Lloyd Parry's book, Ghosts of the Tsunami was always going to call my name for all of these reasons and more.


The very first thing I realised when I looked at the maps in the front of the book, is that many of the villages consumed by water were not by the sea. There was a river, the Kitakami. The tsunami was funnelled down the river to the low-lying villages further downstream. They didn't see the sea recede, they were too far away and by the time the severity of the tsunami was realised, the lines of communication were down.

Parry is a journalist based in Tokyo. He's been there since 1995. Since 2011 he has been visiting and interviewing the survivors and bereaved to understand what happened and to document what the ongoing impact has been.

Only two forces can inflict greater damage than a tsunami: collision with an asteroid, or nuclear explosion.

Huge tsunamis recur along the Sendai plain every 800-1000 years, but lesser ones can occur every decade. The most destructive, with 22 000 deaths, was the 1896 Meiji Sanriku Tsunami. Another one in 1933 killed 3000 people. The 1960 tsunami that was result of the largest ever recorded earthquake off the coast of Chile (9.5 magnitude) killed 142.

'Tsunami stones' mark the high water point of previous tsunamis. However the 2011 undersea megathrust earthquake was the biggest to ever hit Japan (9.0-9.1 magnitude). It was also,

the fourth most powerful in the history of seismology. It knocked the Earth six and half inches off its axis; it moved Japan thirteen feet closer to America. In the tsunami that followed more than 18 000 people were killed. At its peak, the water was 120 feet high.

The tsunami was not just one big wave like the painting above (or even the design on the front cover of the book) suggests, but a series of pulses, 'washing in and washing out again, weaving over, under and across one another.'

The elderly were more likely to die than the young - 54% of the dead were over 65 years of age.

All but one school in the area got all their children to safety.

However great the catastrophe of 2011, the damage caused would have been many times worse if it had happened in any other country....Japan's sea walls, warning systems and evacuation drills saved an uncountable number of lives.

The first half of the book focused on the tragedy of the school while the second half was more about the grieving process. The particularly Japanese version of grief was discussed as well as all the variants and nuances that followed this specific event that depended on if you lost a child or not, how long it took you to find your loved ones' bodies, whether you lost your home or not, your entire family or just one or two members. All these subtle ways of feeling pain and trauma and loss were sensitively explored by Parry.

The aftermath of the tsunami brought people together, but it also tore some apart. The anguish of the survivors and parents from Okawa Primary School is unimaginable and it was heartbreaking to see that over time, they became a divided community.

When grief is raw, the presence of the deceased is overwhelming.

Parry's journalistic style makes this book easier to read than you might first think. It's horrifying and frightening and so very, very sad, but Parry has kept a professional distance that allows the reader an insight without succumbing to despair or helplessness.

He spent time exploring the nature of Japanese submissiveness and their acceptance of death by mother nature. I was also fascinated by the acceptance of ghosts, the use of mediums and the importance of ancestor worship in Japanese culture.

A fire station in Tagajo received calls to places where all the houses had been destroyed by the tsunami. The crews went out to the ruins anyway, prayed for the spirits of those who had died - and the ghostly calls ceased.

Knowing that the Kanto plain where Tokyo has been built is well overdue for it's next large quake is not necessarily comforting to one about to travel there. Apparently these big, devastating quakes happen every 60-70 years. The last one was in 1923.

You do the math!

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