Showing posts with label Demon Copperhead. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 10, 2022

David Copperfield --- A Book Review


The Kindle Cover

After reading Barbara Kingsolver's 2022 novel Demon Copperhead, a retelling of Dickens' David Copperfield, my addiction to reading Dickens took over.

I say "addiction" because that's the best way I can describe my love/hate relationship with that venerable author. Periodically I get this uncontrollable urge to read him. Then about three-quarters of the way through I vow NEVER to read him again.

I did better this time. According to my eReader, I got to 83 percent complete before I hit the red line. 

I think Dickens himself understood my situation.
     
“Ah, child, you pass a good many hours here! I never thought, when I used to read books,
     what work it was to write them.” Copperfield's aunt said.

     “It’s work enough to read them, sometimes." he responded. 

These quotes from David and his aunt come in Chapter 62 (Yes, I said 62, How many books these days even have a Chapter 62?! According to Google, most modern novels have 10 to 12 Chapters.)

This is the original illustration
from the publication of Charles Dickens' David Copperfield in serialized form
beginning in May of 1849 and running through November 1850. 
It was published as a 624 page book in 1850.

Of course this was then, its publication date, five years before the Flying Cloud, a clipper ship, set the world's sailing record for the fastest passage between New York and San Francisco, 89 days 8 hours. That was by sailing around the Horn, Cape Horn, the southern most tip of South America. Because that was more than a half-century before the completion of the Panama Canal.

It was also well before radio, television, the internet, and streaming sight-and-sound entertainment into our homes. Most of Dickens' novels, including David Copperfield, were originally published in weekly or monthly installments in journals, which Dickens himself edited. Each month, subscribers would get a few chapters wrapped up in printed wrappers with illustrations, by the same illustrator who did the book. Someone in the household, would read to the rest while they listened and did what they did -- darning socks, tatting, shelling peas, mending harness, or perhaps sitting comfortably in their favorite chair enjoying a manly cigarette and sipping sherry or dipping a lady-like strip of toast in their tea. 

For the price of a half-penny, those who did not have subscriptions and probably could not read, could have the latest installment read to them.

Hence, the wonderfully descriptive Dickens passages like these describing Copperfield's childhood home before his widowed mother remarried. When you read these sentences, listen to what you are reading as the people back then would have done. Maybe even read them aloud.

     "On the ground floor is Peggoty's kitchen, opening into a back yard; with a pigeon-house
     on a pole, in the centre, without any pigeons in it; a great dog-kennel in a corner, without
     any dog; and a quantity of fowls that look terribly tall to me, walking about, in a menacing
     and ferocious manner." 

And then several more sentences, equally long, and equally descriptive about the geese kept at the house Copperfield was born into. Keeping in mind that they lived in town not on a farm. In Victorian times, those well-enough-off to own their home, commonly kept food animals and had servants. David's mother had one, Peggoty.

Dickens describes the interior of the home quite completely including the store room one had to pass to get from the kitchen to the front door:

     "...a place to be run past at night; for I don't know what may be among those tubs and jars 
     and old tea-chests, when there is nobody in there with a dimly-burning light, letting a
     mouldy air come out of the door, in which there is the smell of soap, pickles, pepper,
     candles, and coffee, all at one whiff."

And from the bedroom window the young Copperfield could see "the quiet churchyard with the dead [including the father he never knew] all lying in their graves at rest, below the solemn moon."
     
     "There is nothing half so green that I know anywhere, as the grass of that churchyard;
     nothing half so quiet as its tombstones. The sheep are feeding there, when I kneel up, early
     in the morning, in my little bed in a closet within my mother's room to look out at it; and
     I see the red light shining on the sun-dial, and think within myself, 'Is the sun-dial glad,
     I wonder, that it can tell the time again?'"

Those readers and listeners, back then, knew this world. For them, these complete descriptions put them into the story just like we would be brought into the story today, if we were watching it on a screen.

Today's readers read much more quickly and do not want so much description. Plus the repetition in Dickens books necessary to recap what was previously read in last week's or last month's edition make reading Dickens today a slog as we read on and on in the equivalent of binge-watching. So our patience is tested, and, in my case, too often found wanting. And I complain. Out loud to my husband.

But his stories! Oh, my his stories! They are wonderful. Because the world! He lived in the world he wrote about. He paid attention to the people around him and he wrote their characters realistically.

I also, probably too often, read the gorgeously descriptive passages to my husband. I suppose it's no wonder my husband is always relieved when I finish a Dickens book.

For example: Dickens understood about the character Mr. Micawber, the kind and eternally optimistic would-be gentleman who continually lived beyond his means and ended up in debtor's prison. Along with his wife and ever increasing family. Dickens' own father spent time in debtor's prison, along with his wife and the younger Dickens children. 

It was at that point that twelve-year-old Charles was removed from school and sent to board with various family friends and work long hours in a blacking factory at very low wages, which had to be used to help pay for his care and the needs of his family in prison. He and his older sister spent their Sundays with their family in prison.

And the Dickens villains -- In David Copperfield we have the very attractive Steerforth. Of course we would have fallen under his spell, too. And the disgusting Uriah Heep! It was to the point where if he showed up again I wanted to rip that page out and hurl it across the world! And his mother with him.

But, of course, I was reading on my eReader....

Can I recommend you read David Copperfield? Of course I can. But I think listening to an audio version would be a good choice.

And I understand that the audio version of Demon Copperhead is well-done and would also be a good choice.
   

 

Friday, November 18, 2022

Something I Learned from Dickens


This is a photo of Charles Dickens from The Guardian, a British daily newspaper. To me, he looks like a kindly man looking at me, with sincere concern. 

I couldn't find an image of him smiling. I looked. Although he was an international literary celebrity, famous for his humor, satire, and cutting observations of people and society, he did live and work during the Victorian Era and smiling for photos was "simply not done."

Those of you who know me, know I am addicted to many things, one of which is Charles Dickens' novels. And as such, I periodically MUST read Dickens. Then about three-quarters of the way through, I swear I will NEVER read Dickens again.

Well, I read Barbara Kingsolver's Demon Copperhead (See my review here) and could not resist revisiting Dickens' David Copperfield.

Now I am of a region of the country and of a generation that falls easily and thoughtlessly into "old sayings." I say "thoughtlessly" lightly, but it is absolutely the correct adverb to use. 

About a quarter of the way through David Copperfield, I came to a statement by an as yet unimportant character named Malden. He said "I don't want to look a gift-horse in the mouth, which is not a gracious thing to do...." 

I do know what that means, or thought I did. Don't question good fortune, like it's bad luck or something. Not being of pre-automobile times, I never thought about what it literally means.

I have known for a very long time that horse traders are infamous for their sharp dealings when selling a horse, especially to an unwary buyer. The buyer should watch the horse move to be assured that it is sound on its legs.

 And the buyer should also check the horse's teeth, because you can tell its age and its general history of care from their condition.


So...when someone does you a favor or hands you a gift, of course it would be rude to look for a nefarious motivation or an otherwise flawed gift.

Who knew?!

And now that I look at that Dickens photo, I'm reminded of Fidel Castro. Oh, well.

Monday, October 31, 2022

Demon Copperhead -- a book review

 


Demon Copperhead
by Barbara Kingsolver. 

See all those sticky notes? Those are passages worthy of noting. But then, my blog post would be almost as long as the book.

Demon Copperhead is Barbara Kingsolver's most recent novel. She is, in my opinion, the best writer working in the United States today. This novel is serious about serious subjects -- poverty, the oxycontin epidemic, the region-wide loss of livelihoods, and the generational loss of hope. 

I was a caseworker for the Oklahoma welfare department back in the late 1970s and early 80s. Logan County where I lived and worked was not the poorest county and our town Guthrie was not the poorest town in our State, but economic opportunities were very limited. What were the possibilities? Guthrie's population at that time was 10,300 plus or minus. It is 30 plus or minus miles from Oklahoma City and there was (and is, as far as I know) no public transportation available for those who would work in The City. There were jobs for people without a high school education, but not many and not well-paying. The two largest manufacturing businesses in our town were the furniture factory and the casket factory. The major grocery stores and Walmart at least offered medical insurance for full-time employees. Small business owners did as well as they could, but even their medical insurances came with high deductibles and copays and, for the most part, pay for their employees was low and medical insurance was the employees' own look-out. The people I worked with were people who had fallen on hard times and had basically no place to go and no way to get there if they did. But, for the most part they were not bad people.

The most important thing that I learned working in that job was that it is NOT true that people are whatever degree down-and-out they are because they're lazy or they make "poor choices." Or they're just "worthless and so was their whole family." I repeat, this is not true.

Kingsolver "gets it." She paints an unflinchingly stark and, at the same time, beautiful portrait of the countryside and poor people in Lee County, Virginia.

Kingsolver tells this story in first person from the title character Demon's point of view.

The world Demon was born into was definitely not any kind of  his "choice." His single, teenage mother was raised in Virginia's foster system. She had no "people." Demon explains his parentage and name "One of Mom's bad choices, which she learned to call them in rehab, and trust me there were many, was a guy called Copperhead. Supposedly he had the dark skin and light green eyes of a Melungeon, and red hair that made you look twice."

Whoa, rehab? So we've learned Demon's mom was a druggie. And Melungeon? A new word for me -- Wikipedia: "an ethnicity from the Southeastern United States who descend from Europeans, Native American, and sub-Saharan Africans brought to America as indentured servants and later as slaves. Historically, the Melungeons were associated with settlements in the Cumberland Gap area of central Appalachia, which includes portions of East Tennessee, Southwest Virginia, and eastern Kentucky." 

So didn't Demon have enough trouble without being considered "non-White?" in this county of about 20,000 people, 94% of whom are white.

Even the sunshine was limited in his world.

     “Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early. In my
     years since, I’ve been amazed to see how much more daylight gets flung around in the
     flatter places. This and more still yet to be learned by an excited kid watching his
     pretty mom chain-smoke and listen to the birds sing.” 

Demon was unceremoniously born to that "pretty mom" alone in a rented trailer house. He loved her and took care of her the best that a child could for as long as he could. 

Their home was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Peggot. Mrs. Peg found the newborn Demon still inside his amniotic sac and attached to his unconscious mother. Mrs. Peg called the ambulance. The Peggots were the closest thing to responsible, caring adults in Demon's childhood. They owned the trailer house and lived next door with their grandson, Demon's best friend, "Maggot" (an unfortunate, but easily remembered corruption of his name Matthew Peggot.) Maggot's mother, one of the Peggot's daughters, was in prison for killing her abusive boyfriend (manslaughter.)

Again, which of these were "choices" of any kind for these children? Or the grown-ups either?

The Peggots were good people. They treated Demon and his Mom like family. But what about their "choices?" 

     "Mr. Peg knew about [when "Once upon a time, a nice piece of land and good prospects
     and a boy that loved his farming] back whenever he was a boy, his family did well with the
     corn and tobacco before they had to sell off their land a piece at a time for people to build
     houses on. Same with Mrs. Peggot, she started out as a little girl on a farm before their daddy
     sold his land for a certain number of hogs, one for each child. After that, their farm was a
     coal mine where her brothers worked and Mr. Peg also. Mining is how he got his crushed foot.”

Demon explains why these hard-working, God-fearing, family-loving people stayed. Even as tobacco and coal were on their way out? Their livelihoods were being discontinued.

     "Why does a man keep trying? A farmer has his land and nothing else. He's more than
     married to it, he's on life support. If he puts his acreage in corn or soy, he might net
     seven hundred dollars an acre. Which is fine and good for the hundred-acre guys.
     Star Wars farmers.

     "But what if he's us, with only three that can be plowed? In the little piece of hell that
     God made special for growing burley tobacco, farmers always got seven thousand
     an acre. A three acre field is no fortune, but it kept him alive. No other crop known to man
     that's legal will give him that kind of return....The rules are made by soil and rain and slope.
     Leaving your family's land would be like moving out of your own body."

Farming and mining were exiting stage-left leaving a very big niche to be filled by
     "a shiny new thing. Oxy Contin, God’s gift for the laid off deep-hole man with his back
     and neck bones grinding like bags of gravel. For the bent-over lady pulling double shifts
     at Dollar General with her shot knees and ADHD grandkids to raise by herself. For every
     football player with some of this or that torn up, and the whole world riding on his getting
     back in the game. This was our deliverance. The tree was shaken and yes we did eat of the
     apple.” -- Demon Copperhead

You know, it just seems like some people are doomed from their beginning. They survive one awful situation just to be thrown into the next awful situation. And Demon Copperhead is one among many of those people, but just like "some people," he persists and, like so many around him he tries. He loves. He's loyal to the people close to him.

With a really good story that is really well-written there will come a time that I can't ignore the sorrow and I weep. If it were a movie or a TV show, the story would get past the tears, but a book comes to a halt right there because you can't see to continue. I won't tell you the situation or the character who authors these words to Demon. This is where the book reaches that point. "Never be mean in anything. Never be false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you."  Words to live up to and to fall back on.

There are times Demon wants to give up, but he doesn't. He endures.

Me? I almost did give up and skip to the end to see how Demon Copperhead and his story come out. An unthinkable act on my part. My firm rule to finish any book I start, was left by the side of the aging- road some time ago, but I have yet to give up on a good book and jump to the end. 

Me and Demon Copperhead. I'm glad I didn't give up either.


From the blurb inside the front flap of the book cover: "...Charles Dickens wrote David Copperfield from his experience as a survivor of institutional poverty and its damages to children in his society."

          So now I guess I'm gonna have to read Dickens' David Copperfield.