Monday, 22 June 2015

The lives of girls and women by Alice Munro


 If I had read this book all through my adolescence, instead of The Bell Jar I would probably be a completely different person to the one I am today. Sylvia Plath’s only novel is a work of poetic dark genius and will always have a place on my shelf, but I’m glad that I now have Munro’s novel as well, and hope that in time it will balance out my romantic melancholy with something a little more positive.

Alice Munro is a master of the short story, and has won the Nobel Prize for literature, the Man Booker and my undying devotion because I think she is a bloody genius. Her writing brings dignity and beauty and meaning to the lives of ordinary girls and women. Yet she has a sharp wit that is unflinching in its exposure of those small tragedies’ that make up our lives. She exposes the betrayals, the ridiculous and petty misunderstandings and treats her characters with compassion and sensitivity.

In her only novel, Munro explores many of the same themes she deals with in her short fiction. The refusal to be bound by conventional definitions of womanhood, the rejection of small town life for bigger creative possibilities, a narrator who keeps a cool ironic distance from the goings on around her.

Often when recommending Alice Munro to people (as I invariably do) they tell me they don’t like short stories because as soon as they start getting into a story it ends, which I understand can be frustrating. However, as this novel is a collection of interlinked stories that problem is solved and you can just luxuriate in the witty, gorgeous prose of this terrific writer.

The Underground Girls of Kabul; The Hidden Lives of Afghan Girls Disguised as Boys by Jenny Norberg


A while ago I read a book called The Bookseller of Kabul. It was for a book club and I naively assumed from the title that it would be an uplifting account of a man struggling to keep the written word alive under one of the most repressive regimes. It was not uplifting, quite the opposite and it was not really even about a man, but about the women in his life who  were forced to orbit him like a sun and obey his every whim and wish. Like in The Bookseller of Kabul, the girls and women in this book have absolutely no freedom, but they have found a way to cheat the system, at least for a few years.
I don’t read as much non-fiction as I feel I should, but reading books like this is important because so often I forget just how lucky I am to live where I do and have the freedom I have. Although I don’t think we have quite achieved full gender equality yet, it is nothing compared to what the girls and women in parts of the world like Afghanistan are forced to go through. This is such a segregated society that to gain any sense of freedom they literally have to pretend to be men. Gender determines everything in this world and if you are not male then your options in life are few. Once a woman becomes of marrying age her function seems to be that of creating sons and being the household slave, and not much else.
“One kind of child arrives with the promise of ownership and a world waiting outside. The other is born with a single asset, which must be strictly curtailed and controlled: the ability to one day give birth to sons of her own. She, like her mother before her, has arrived in what the United Nations calls the worst place in the world to be born, And the most dangerous place in which to be a woman.”
Women in Afghanistan are not allowed to go outside without a chaperon. If there are no sons in the family, this makes it very difficult for the women of the family to do basic things such as shop at the market for food. Some families that consist of all daughters have found a way around this. The youngest child becomes a boy. The colloquialism is bacha posh, which literally translates as “dressed like a boy” in Dari. This boyhood is not chosen voluntarily by the girls, but many enjoy it. Those who come from middle-class backgrounds can do much with their freedom, such as thrive at school and play games outside. There are many though, who come from poor families and are forced into child labour, as many of the actual boys in the same position are. These bacha posh are still sources of pride for their family and many of the girls are resistant to becoming women once puberty hits and it becomes harder to hide their true gender. Nordberg relates heart breaking instances of girls forced into marriage whose upbringing as bacha posh has left them confused as to who they really are. There are also instances of those who refuse to go back, determined to stay male for as long as possible.
This is a really eye-opening book, for many reasons.  It throws up some interesting questions about gender and what we perceive to be gender-specific behaviours. Most people agree that men and women are different. Gender becomes controversial when we discuss how we become different, either through nature or nurture. Those who take the nurture line tend to believe that each gender is biologically suited for different things at birth. Historically that sort of thinking has been used to prevent women from having certain rights due to a perceived lack in ability. If you can believe it there was once a time when doctors in Europe believed that a woman’s uterus was directly linked to her brain. Thankfully we have become more enlightened and there is little scientific validation today for discrimination based on gender. This book gives proof that what makes a person is actually a combination of nature and nurture. It also reveals that what we think of as ‘natural’ (e.g. innate) is not the same as what might feel natural. Acts and behaviours feel natural after many years as the brain will physically develop in a certain direction. Therefore, in time nurture becomes nature.  

Jenny Norberg’s writing is clear and engaging and some of the women she talks about are truly amazing. She has given us further proof that the struggle for women, especially in parts of the world like Afghanistan is far from over, but that some of them are starting to fight back.

Inherant Vice and The Awakening


Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon

This book is nothing but groovy vibes. Follow ‘Doc’ Sportello on his crazy trip through 1970s L.A. Mystery after mystery unfolds, like a Russian doll that just keeps on going. Everything is shrouded in marijuana smoke, and that’s ok. This is the kind of book that as soon as I finished I wanted to read again, knowing that I would gain just as much pleasure as the first time. Thomas Pynchon is such a word maestro and he creates such a dense, hip universe with characters that have the most hilarious names I’ve ever heard. ‘Jason Velveeta’, ‘Bigfoot Bjornsen’, ‘Japonica Fenway’, just to name a few.

As its set in the 70s, and peopled mostly with hippy stoners, there’s a fair amount of food and music discussion (guaranteed awesome soundtrack to the film). The book is also rife with U.S paranoia of the Charles Manson and Nixon variety, which still makes it pretty relevant considering the world hasn’t changed much.

Inherent Vice is a really really funny and clever book and a perfect summer read.


The Awakening by Kate Chopin
The Awakening was published in 1899. That’s twenty years before Virginia Woolf’s A Room Of One’s Own and sixty-four years before Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique. It is regarded as one of the earliest examples of feminist literature and is therefore pretty damn important. It’s also a beautifully sensuous and evocative story of one woman’s sexual and political awakening. By political I mean the realisation that she is in control of her destiny, not her husband and not the repressive society that she lives in. The personal is political. This book created huge controversy when it was first published. Not only does Edna Pontellier disobey her husband, neglect her household duties and dare to discover her own sexuality, she does it all without feeling any remorse or shame.  I say, right on Edna, you go sister.
 




 

Clothes clothes clothes music music music boys boys boys by Viv Albertine


I read the whole of this book in one day. I’m a pretty fast reader, but something really has to resonate for me to spend my whole day off reading. Actually, that’s a lie; I quite happily (and frequently) spend the whole day lost in a book. Being able to blow off the gym and having an excuse not to make dinner are an added bonus to this style of reading.
Viv Albertine (such a cool name) was among other things, the guitarist of the first all-girl punk band called The Slits. Perhaps you haven’t heard of her, I hadn’t, but she is Punk Royalty. This autobiography charts her childhood in Muswell Hill to the squats of Acton through to the east coast of Sussex and is devoted to her three main passions.
Her portrait of the 70s punk scene is raw and unvarnished and is described in all its un-washed glory. She portrays the famous characters from that time in a brutally realistic way, humanising them and exposing their fragile egos. She writes candidly of the ‘boys’ in her life.  Sid Vicious is a needy weirdo who follows her around everywhere. She had an on/off relationship with Mick Jones from The Clash and a flirtation with Vincent Gallo.  She is an excellent example to hold up to the haters, that being a feminist doesn’t mean you hate men.
When The Slits first formed, none of them could really play their instruments, but they persevered and ended up making a brilliant and accessible record. I remember coming across a copy of The Slits first album Cut about fifteen years ago. The cover image of them standing proudly half naked and covered in mud intrigued and shocked me. If I had bought it then I’m pretty sure I would have ended up a lot cooler than I am now.
Viv Albertine battled all her life with self-confidence issues, stemming from a couple of formative experiences in her youth, such as her father telling her that she’s not cool enough to be in a band. She struggled for a long time to perfect her guitar playing and ended up releasing a solo album at the age of fifty eight. She is proof that if you want something bad enough, you can make it happen. She is an example of this not just in her musical career but also in her personal life. She endured eleven rounds of IVF before she gave birth to the baby she longed for. This is a superhuman feat; I cannot imagine how she survived it. A couple of years after having her daughter she found out she had cervical cancer. She survived but it took her ten years to get back to being in a place where she could make music again. Her strength of character has inspired me to not give up on my dreams, to fight for what I want and to always wear a mini skirt if I feel like it.
And the clothes! Every experience she talks about, what she wore is included. She had a brave and provocative personal style, shopping in Vivienne Westwood’s shop Sex when she had the money and getting the rest of her outfits from boot sales and bondage shops. She has cemented my need for a pair of leopard print Chelsea boots and a leather jacket.
 

Yes Please and Animals



Yes Please by Amy Poehler made me wish I was her best friend and could hang out with her every day. A perhaps unhealthy desire I feel towards most of the women I admire. She is star of the American sitcom Parks and Recreation (also starring another of my crushes Aubrey Plaza) a show which manages to be both funny and heart-warming, without making me want to puke. I also learnt, thanks to this book, about the other cool projects she’s involved in, such as - http://amysmartgirls.com/
Yes Please is her memoir/a kind of self-help book, but the kind you actually want to read. It’s full of anecdotes about her successful career as a professional funny woman and advice about life in general. She also talks very movingly about her family, her sons and the insecurities that she’s struggled with. I was almost brought to tears at some points, which says a lot, because I didn’t even cry at the end of The Fault in our Stars (for which I was labelled dead inside by my step-daughter). She manages to write about these things without seeming mawkish or mushy, but with an earnest sincerity that I found endearing. Frankly, I found her book inspiring, not to mention that obviously it’s hilariously funny.



I came across Animals by Emma Jane Unsworth in Foyles a couple of months ago. The cover and the tagline grabbed my interest ‘…Withnail with girls’, says Caitlin Moran, but as I already had three books I wanted to buy I decided to wait and get this from the library. Now that I’ve read it, I plan to buy it, tomorrow, it’s that good. I’m almost tempted to join twitter, just so I can follow Ms Unsworth because now that I’ve finished Animals I miss the characters and apparently she is just as funny as they are.
Animals is one of the funniest books I’ve ever read, in my whole life ever. I know that sounds like hyperbole, BUT ITS TRUE. I literally snorted soup out of my nose whilst reading this book on my lunch break. It’s about two best friends, Laura and Tyler, who are in their late twenties/early thirties and live in Manchester. They don’t have careers, or husbands or babies. I love books like this because they make me feel better about myself for not having my shit together yet. It’s also a terrifically honest portrait of female friendship and the female body, which can shit and puke and make bad sexual decisions, just like men can. It is also very clever in its humour, impressive in references and insightful about life. I urge all my girlfriends out there to read this, its filthy and funny and I will definitely lend it to all of you when I buy my copy.