Sunday, October 8, 2023

Natalie Haynes and Greek mythology

There, just finished Natalie Haynes’s “Divine Might”, released last 28 September.  “Beguiled” is my state at the moment after going through her seven books the last three months.

“Classics” and “entertainment” are juxtaposing terms, but Natalie Haynes has managed to meld these two in her writing. You’d think that someone who is steeped in ancient history would be stuck in her ivory tower looking down on the heathen population. But no, Haynes, with aplomb and humour,  joins the dots between the ancients and popular culture while injecting her staunch feminist position and political opinions.

It is tempting to stalk Haynes (she also does shows!), invite her to tea, and talk about the fantastic things she has written about. She must be prescient and aware of her powers as she's issued a veiled warning in “Amber Fury” to those who fall hopelessly in love with her and her work.  

Natalie Haynes is a rockstar and a goddess reincarnate. 


Saturday, May 6, 2023

Roman Empire Trilogy by Steven Saylor (2007, 2013, 2021)

 

Roma (#1)

Astoundingly ambitious and utterly successful weaving of the personal stories of the Potitii and Pinarii ancient Roman families into the tumultuous "history" of Rome years before the time of Romulus and Remus, the rise and fall of the Roman republic, up to the assassination of Julius Caesar and the ascension of Rome's first emperor.

 

Empire #2

An incredibly massive story spanning five generations of the Pinarii (Lucius the Lightning Reader, Titus and Kaeso the twins, Lucius the Seeker, Marcus the Sculptor, and Lucius, comrade of Marcus Aurelius) amidst the backdrop of Imperial Rome (from the Julio-Claudian dynasty to the Year of the Four Emperors, the Flavian Dynasty and finally to the end of the reign of Hadrian of the Nerva-Antonine dynasty) and the mysterious fascinus which had made its way from one Pinarius family member to the next.

Dominus #3

The last of the trilogy, I read it as slowly as I could. It may be a while before Steven Saylor writes another book (or maybe this is it, he will retire!). I was heartened, however, to read this article:

Quo Vadis, Mr. Saylor?

by Steven Saylor
In 2018, I wrote “the end” not just to the novel The Throne of Caesar, but to the whole “Roma Sub Rosa” series featuring Gordianus the Finder, sleuth of ancient Rome. Roman Blood kicked off the series in 1991; another thirteen novels and two collections of short stories followed (with countless murders, conspiracies, kidnappings, robberies, and other crimes along the way). The series took place over the final four decades of the Roman Republic, from Cicero’s first murder trial to the assassination of Julius Caesar, and spanned 27 years of my writing career.

Along the way, I produced a couple of stand-alone novels set in my native Texas, A Twist at the End (serial murders in 1885 Austin) and Have You Seen Dawn? (contemporary suspense in a small Texas town uncannily like the one where I grew up).

Right now I’m in the final editing stages of Dominus, a third novel to complete the trilogy that began with Roma and Empire. It’s a family saga that follows the fortunes of the aristocratic Pinarius clan from the earliest beginnings of Rome, as a small trading post on the Tiber River, to the reign of Constantine the Great, first Christian emperor—who moved the imperial capital away from Rome to his own new city, Constantinople (modern Istanbul). Dominus will be published in June 2021.

So where do I go next? Or as Gordianus might have asked, “Quo vadis?”

For the first time since 1991, I’m not locked into a publishing contract, which means I have no deadline looming. Having that deadline year after year always represented security—I send in the book, they send me a check. But not having a deadline gives me a sensation of freedom and relaxation I haven’t felt in many years.

Also, I’m rapidly approaching age 65, looking forward to Medicare and all those senior discounts.

So, what’s next? I’m going to retire, of course!

Only problem: everyone tells me that writers never retire. My husband insists that writers can’t retire—it’s categorically impossible, like walking on the ceiling.

I feel awfully lucky to have finished, to my own satisfaction and at my own pace, not one but two series. No plot-threads left hanging. No nagging sense of something left unsaid, some corner of history unexplored, some crime unsolved. I’ve said what I wanted to say. And I think that the quality of my writing, whatever its intrinsic worth, has been pretty consistent from start to finish. I don’t want to be one of those writers who keeps turning out reams of prose longer than he or she should. (I’ll name no names, but I suspect most readers could cite a favorite author or two whose work “went off” toward the end.)

In 2013, I saw the late Ursula K. Le Guin speak to a packed auditorium on the UC Berkeley campus. (Famed for her fantasy and science fiction, Le Guin also visited ancient Rome in her novel Lavinia.) She talked about getting older, which she characterized as a progressive diminishment of every aspect of life. In her eighties, Le Guin wasn’t exactly retired, but she had left novel-writing behind; she attended a local writing circle and wrote poetry. She said she simply no longer had the physical or mental stamina to produce a novel.

I’m nowhere near 80 yet, and I suspect I could write more novels. But should I?

If life has taught me one thing, it’s to never say never. I learned that early in my career, when I initially thought Roman Blood was strictly a stand-alone, then, when my publisher wanted a sequel, I told interviewers that my Roman mystery series would comprise three or four books, at most. I’m glad I was wrong.

 "Dominus" ends with the reign of Constantine and with the Pinariis moving to Constantinople, the new Rome. There's still almost two centuries before the barbarian general Odoacer deposes the last Western emperor. I really hope that Steven Saylor carries on with the magic of weaving the Pinarii saga into Rome's history.

 

 

Thursday, April 20, 2023

The Happiest Refugee by Anh Do (2010)


 

“There are only two times. Now and too late.”
- Anh Do's dad

I've run into Anh Do via my son's book collection (Ninja Kid, E-Boy, Weirdo) and I thought this happiest refugee dude who is a stand-up comedian must be another person. I did a quick google a few years ago (I check out the authors of the books we read) and there's another Anh Do who finished law school at the University of Technology, Sydney. I thought at that time, "There sure are a lot of Anh Dos out there!"

I have just finished reading Anh Do's memoir and I am blown away by not just what he has accomplished (writing books, running interesting businesses, competing at Dancing with the Stars, hosting TV shows, acting in films, etc. etc. etc.) but more so with his ability to rise above his circumstances, the gratefulness and zest for life that radiate with everything he does, his love for his family, and his earnestness to remain true to his core values.

You could say that Anh Do is a master showman. But there's nothing in this book that feels remotely like he's saying he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. He tells his story in a gleeful way, full of humility, and with a sense of marvel at how amazing life is with its myriad of twists and turns.

I caught myself saying a few times, "This Anh Do is an amazing human being!"

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Spare by Prince Harry (January 2023)


Spare is a royal tantrum of majestic proportions: the prince took swipes at people from his childhood, aired dirty linen in public, griped about his perceived financial destitution, gloated over his war games, advertised his philanthropic activities, worried about his nether regions, reminisced his pre-Meg romances, justified the wild partying, and yes, rolled weed.  While he vociferously justified why he came out with the book, it is incomprehensible why he provided all this fodder as he has incessantly complained against the relentless viciousness of the media. Early in the first chapter, he referred to Wallis Simpson as "notorious" which in the scheme of things, is preposterous as the Sussexes have made Edward and Wallis's exit look like child's play.One does understand the Eton teacher's frustration when he vented:

I cannot fathom it, Wales. We’re talking about your blood relatives – does that mean nothing to you?

 To which the Spare, replied:

Less than nothing, sir. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know anything about my family’s history: I didn’t want to know anything.

The unfortunate thing is, at the end of the book, Charles's darling boy doesn't feel darling at all with his moaning and groaning. Matters which are being pushed by the House of the Sussexes - racial discrimination, mental health, tabloid reporting, and violation of privacy – were eclipsed by the prince’s whinging and the travails of his privileged life. What Spare successfully did was bolster Hilary Mantel's observation in 2013:

I used to think that the interesting issue was whether we should have a monarchy or not. But now I think that question is rather like, should we have pandas or not? Our current royal family doesn’t have the difficulties in breeding that pandas do, but pandas and royal persons alike are expensive to conserve and ill-adapted to any modern environment. But aren’t they interesting? Aren’t they nice to look at? Some people find them endearing; some pity them for their precarious situation; everybody stares at them, and however airy the enclosure they inhabit, it’s still a cage.


(PS. The infamous Henry VIII was a spare too. And look what he became when his brother passed away and he became the heir.)