Book Review: The Orchardist, by Amanda Coplin

William Talmadge had a face that only a mother could love- lumpy, pockmarked, somewhat misshaped. Never mind that his mother had died while he and his sister Elsbeth were hardly more than children, or that his father’s death earlier had impelled his mother to march her two young children in a near fatal journey from Oregon to a high, isolated valley in Washington State where she planted an apple orchard. Then she died. William lovingly cared for the apples and Elsbeth until she walked into the woods one day and never returned. The only love that William had left was his orchard, but apples don’t love in return.

Gentle William remains reclusive in this turn of the century novel, until two filthy girl children steal fruit from him while he dozes at the marketplace. Later they appear at the orchard, watching from afar, like two feral kittens. William leaves food for them on his porch which they take, yet they won’t speak with him at first. Jane and Della, both very pregnant, have suffered unimaginable physical and sexual abuse and have escaped their captors. William becomes their protector, a role which he relishes, but had not enjoyed since sister Elsbeth’s disappearance years ago. Neither Jane nor especially Della accepts William in this role, but William cannot relinquish it..

When their abuser shows up, Jane and Della make decisions as to how they will face him. Both are equally life changing and heartbreaking. William feels that he has failed Della and Jane, but Jane’s daughter Angeline gives his life purpose. He thrives on loving, nurturing, and training Angeline to tend the orchards with him. As his herbalist friend Caroline states, “ …the point of children is …to bind us to the earth and to the present, to distract us from death. A distraction dressed as a blessing, but dressed so well and so truly that it becomes a blessing.”

This moving story embraces love, loss, change, and our own individual reactions to the same set of circumstances. It shows us that many times our dearest family members are chosen, and not an accident of birth.

Ms. Coplin’s novel is psychological, emotional, and beautifully written.If you enjoyed Peace like a River or The Outlander you will also enjoy The Orchardist.

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The Great Cookbook Sale of 2013 and more!

If you’ve been privy to our news via email, you’ll already have known that our entire cookbook section is currently on sale! Used cookbooks are 50% off, and new cookbooks are 40% off, through Earth Day, Monday, April 22nd. We’d be more than happy to add you to our email list to let you know directly about upcoming happenings at the store. Just give us your email address by email, phone or in person! We’re also friendly on Facebook and pithy on Twitter.

Don’t forget about live music in the store tonight (Friday, April 19th) with Primal Mates, featuring Colleen O’Brien on cello and vocals, and Chris Lee on vibes and percussion! More info directly below this post and on our calendar. Music starts at 8:00!

April is also Jazz Month, Gardening Month and Poetry Month. Naturally we have an abundance of books on all of these subjects for your perusal.

Keep your eyes peeled for book reviews by our wonderful neighborhood reviewer, right here on this very website! We’ll be posting more soon, and if you scroll down you’ll find some posted not too long ago. A good book is like a good auto mechanic: personal testimony beats any kind of advertising.

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Primal Mates Play Live Music at West Side Books!

Colleen O’Brien and Chris Lee will be playing music by Kenny Wheeler, Ralph Towner, Keith Jarrett, John Taylor and others. Friday, April 19 and 8:00 pm. Colleen O’Brien will be playing cello and vocals while Chris Lee plays vibes and percussion. Visit them at primalmates.com.

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Book Review: The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes

What can be said about A Sense of an Ending that hasn’t been said already?  Mary Kay has read it three times. When Ann got to the last page over morning coffee, she turned back to the first and read it again straight through. I was shocked upon reaching the last word, and asked myself, “What the heck have I just read?” I Googled to find reviewers’ and readers’ insights that might enlighten me, and I found 48,300,000 references. No, I didn’t read them all, but thanks for asking.

In the first part of the novel, Narrator Tony Webster wants us to understand that he is a contentedly retired, divorced father of a grown daughter, who prides himself on having lived an emotionally and financially safe, even keeled life. In part one we learn of his London prep school friendships and the typical graduation promise to remain friends forever. Tony and Adrian, the intellectuals of the group, manage to keep this promise for a time while the others in the clique fade away. Veronica joins them for the university years, first as Tony’s girlfriend, then as Adrian’s after a nasty break-up initiated by Tony. As self-absorbed adolescents, they returned me to my college years with their philosophical discussions, varieties of the eternal question, “What is the meaning of Life?” They even philosophize an unplanned pregnancy affected by a male friend in their clique.

In the second part of the novel, we find a conflicted Tony.  He receives notice that Veronica’s mother has left him a monetary sum in her will. We learn that after Adrian and Veronica had become a couple, Tony fired an angry, hurtful letter to Adrian that sealed the death of their friendship. Now he must confront a widowed Veronica to receive his bequest. Tony reluctantly faces the fact that he has held onto anger for decades, has failed to face his past. He wonders if we adapt our personal history to conform with how we want to see our past, or if we use selective memory to present our past in the best light possible.

Philosophy gives us clear clues to the substance of the short novel. When a teacher asks, “What is history,” young Tony replies, “History is the lies of the victors”. Adrian’s answer is, “History is that certainty produced at the point where imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.” As a middle aged adult, Tony reflects on his young adult years,  “We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.”

So do you feel like I haven’t given you enough information? I hope so. This story is, in one way, an emotional whodunit. I don’t want to spoil it for you. I want you to be initially just as dumbfounded as Ann, Mary Kay and I were. I want you to be able to read, reread, reflect, and write your own philosophical story equations and plot lines, and find the ending(s), sense or no sense.

Although The Sense of an Ending won the 2011 Man Booker Prize, there were a couple of critics who weren’t completely enamored with it. Some readers didn’t care for the ending. Amazon readers gave it 4 stars. Barnes and Noble readers and Good Reads readers gave it only 3 ½ stars. In my opinion any book that stirs its readers and provokes as much dialogue as this one deserves a galaxy.

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