Book review: A.M. Homes’s Jack

JackJack by A.M. Homes
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I remember, back in the days, being very impressed with A.M. Homes’s short fiction, but I lost track of her. In any case, I recently came across ‘Jack’, her first novel, written when she was 19! And I was interested enough in the pitch, a teenage boy whose Dad comes out to him. I have to admit though, that I don’t like teenagers all that much (and wouldn’t have liked myself as a teenager) so at times, I found Jack to be annoying in a teenage way. The voice may have been authentic, but it was not my favourite voice. And the gay dad plot point is not the biggest focus of the book. Still, sometimes while reading this novel, I found myself having so naturally fallen into the story that it surprised me. The story is a pretty gentle one, without much drama until the end, so it was Homes’s writing, not showy but skilful and engaging, that drew me in. I should really read something current of hers as this novel came out over 30 years ago.

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Book Review: Jeanette Winterson’s Lighthousekeeping

LighthousekeepingLighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

For many years, Winterson’s ‘The Passion’ was one of my favourite books. There was a perfect melding of myth and history, poetry and a sweeping romanticism that appealed to the romantic young man that I was. But perhaps as I’m less romantic than I once was, Winterson’s ‘Lighthousekeeping’ appealed to me less. While I thought her famed debut novel had a different tone, and voice, most of her other books that I’ve read have had the same voice and feel as this one: Short, portentous sentences, short chapters and short books that demonstrate imagination and reach, a wry sense of humour, and a love of stories, literature and storytelling. I was pretty on board with ‘Lighthousekeeping’ for much of it. I do find Winterson’s writing beautiful and some of the phrases and images are compelling. And yet, when her writing doesn’t work for me, it’s because it feels like the story, myth or characters are not tethered to the earth. There’s something SO ridiculous about it that I’ve fallen out of the spell. For example, the protagonist, Silver, born into a house at such a slope that nothing stayed in place, including her mother, lost to a fall on page 7. Instead of mythic, I found it silly. And while I would fall back under the spell of the book, we never spend enough time with any one character to really connect with them: the idea most central of all is that of storytelling, which has been used in so many great novels—that all there is left is telling stories, that all there is to do is tell stories, that all of life is a story—this didn’t feel to me a brilliant piece of work. Late in the book, there is a scene where Silver has grown up and is romancing a woman, and while it is all very romantic and quite beautifully written, it has NOTHING to do with the rest of the novel. WTF? All in all, this book is a borderline three stars for me, almost two stars, but I do have an affection for some of Winterson’s writing. My edition of the paperback, interestingly, has a ‘P.S.’ section with some thoughts from Winterson herself and an interview, the sort of thing these days you’d find from a Google search after reading a book you’re interested in. I guess this also was a factor tipping my rating to three stars, as it shows Winterson as born to be a writer, committed to her craft and to imagination, and that her dedication to storytelling is sincere. Before writing this, I came across the NYT review of this book, by Benjamin Kunkel (google it) which I’m aligned with, though he’s much more eloquent than I, and much more critical. ‘The novel concentrates the worst qualities of her writing.’ Ouch.

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Book Review: Bernhard Schlink’s Flights of Love (short fiction)

Flights Of LoveFlights Of Love by Bernhard Schlink
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

What I like about a collection of short stories, over, say, a novel, is that the landscape is wider, if not necessarily as deep. So, with these stories, I was introduced to a range of characters in a range of circumstances, unfamiliar to me yet engaging, and it felt like the writing was true. The prose is straightforward, not particularly decorative or showy, much like many of the protagonists. So, from the author of The Reader, which was made into a well-received movie, seven short stories, mostly with German men or young men as the protagonists, often negotiating the weight of Germany’s history, looking for love, familial and carnal, or to understand love and its betrayals through affairs and flings. They didn’t inspire me to write much about them but I did enjoy them.

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Book Review: Armistead Maupin’s Mary Ann in Autumn

Mary Ann in AutumnMary Ann in Autumn by Armistead Maupin
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I loved the original Tales of the City series. As a much younger man, they made me imagine San Francisco, and what it might be like to live there. They were melodramatic and schmaltzy but that was the whole point: originally started as a serialised newspaper column, these short stories were meant to hook you in and wait for the next installment. This eighth volume of the series, from 2010 (the first was published in 1978), does retain some of the charm of the earlier books and the same quick pace and some of his descriptions of San Francisco struck me as beautiful and hit me with nostalgia for the earlier books. The stories combines a sort of topical review of queer San Franciscan concerns—the age difference between Michael and Ben (which obviously mirrors Maupin’s own relationship), Jake’s decisions on being a trans man, and more—with familiar melodrama, actually tying up a previous story from the series, which was a clever gift to fans. With the focus on Mary Ann, I felt I should have felt more sorry for her than I did: an impending divorce, cancer, a broken relationship with her daughter. But I felt a bit distant, reading this ‘Tales of the City’ book in middle age, that the writing had a few too many explanatory details (penile injection! Mormon underwear! appendix extraction with hysterectomies) and the world portrayed was no long as exciting and enticing as it was when I was young. The book is also so lightweight and quickly read that I’d forgotten that I’d read it before, until I was well into the book. I must have borrowed it from someone and forgot about it before stumbling on another copy. As other review on goodreads have said, this one’s for fans. I don’t think it would be very engaging without having read the rest of the series but if you have, you will feel affection and nostalgia for the characters that we fell in love with.

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Book review: Sally Rooney’s Beautiful World, Where Are You

Beautiful World, Where Are YouBeautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I watched ‘Normal People’ and loved it but hadn’t read any of Sally Rooney’s work until just recently. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I found the opening scene of ‘Beautiful World, Where Are You’ to be a perfect short story in spare, direct language that made me immediately interested in the characters meeting, Alice and Felix. Is this how young, contemporary Irish talk? How they meet each other and interact?

The next chapter introduced the device of emails between Alice and Eileen and I was, at first, not so engaged by them. Their worlds and thoughts weren’t clearly drawn for me, a writer and an editor, both with a heavy load of angst. But as the book progressed, I loved seeing how the same events were described in third person, and then in the emails, the shifting perspectives of the novel’s heroes. And by the end, as I also saw them as a device for the author to share her thoughts on the state of the world, with comments on fame, mental health and capitalism: I thought, why not?

Not a lot happens in the book, really. And yet, the book moves along swiftly. It’s as if Rooney has pegged my attention span, much, much shorter than it used to be, and I enjoyed the relatively short scenes and missives. The highlight for me was in the emotional climax, where the characters argue and talk at each other and lay blame in a way I found particularly well done: they didn’t necessarily make logical sense in their speech nor spoke clearly or directly. But they made emotional sense. They felt to me like the real way we communicate with and misunderstand each other and fight and forgive; not the idealised, simplified version.

Felix was my favourite character. I found the contrast between him and Alice, Simon and Eileen interesting. He was not as political or intellectual as the others, not as interested in questions of morality. But he had a curious mind and the Irish gift of the gab and Rooney made him the catalyst for the climax, a stirrer. And I liked how his and Alice’s relationship developed. In contrast with the terribly written romances in André Aciman’s ‘Find Me’ where each character narcissistically falls in love with another version of themself, here is a nice portrayal of all the ways we can fall for people who are different from us.

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2021 in lists: concerts & shows, theatre, books, movies, TV

Movies (seen in the cinema)

  • Bonjour Tristesse. Read some grumpy words about this here
  • La Dolce Vita. Read some grumpy words about this here
  • Possessor. A movie from David Cronenberg’s son, Brandon, I brought husband because it was described as a sci-fi thriller. I sort of had skipped over the ‘horror’ part so saw more blood and gore than I’ve seen in a long time. But I thought it was an amazing film: engaging story, creepy atmosphere, superb acting. 
  • Roman Holiday. Having not appreciated two film classics, and another not-so-classic old film, I had high hopes that this film would change my view. Oh yes it did. Obviously the mother of so many romantic comedies, this was the original, and done in a way I found engaging and charming. Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck have wonderful charisma, the script is funny, Rome is shown in its full glory (whereas when watching La Dolce Vita, I was like: Where’s Rome? (except for the Trevi Fountain scene). If you haven’t seen this film before, give yourself a treat! We saw it on Valentine’s Day. Perfect.
  • Max Richter’s Sleep. A documentary about Max Richter’s 8.5 hour musical composition, written for audiences to sleep to, the film has the same dreamy, unrushed quality. I really like Richter’s music: it’s emotional and direct, beautiful and atmospheric. The film is a little about him, and a little about him and his wife and their partnership, with a focus on some of the fans of the music and event. I loved it.
  • Shang-Chi and the Legend of Ten Rings. I was sort of hoping to like this as much as the Black Panther, and I did like a lot about it (Asian-Canadians, represent!). Bored and confused by the CGI battle scenes at the end, but very glad that it’s done so well.
  • Great Freedom (Große Freiheit). Shown at the Sydney Film Festival, this Austrian film, about a German man imprisoned, multiple times, for being gay, and his friendship with another prisoner is beautiful acted and filmed, engaging, complex and dark. Highly recommended. 
  • West Side Story. I’ve seen the old movie at least twice and the stage show a few times as well. So, I found it impossible to view the new film without comparing it to my various memories. There are some very beautiful images and great performances. I’m enjoying reading the debates on it: was a new version really necessary? Could something fundamentally based on inaccurate stereotypes be redeemable? I’m not sure, but I was glad to see the effort.
  • The Matrix: Resurrections. My husband has a tradition of watching movies on Boxing Day and this was our pick. I liked it lots. I didn’t have high expectations. I found it entertaining. Good to see Carrie-Anne and Keanu back in action. 

Movies (seen on TV, like on Netflix)

  • Pride. How I loved this charming English movie about a group of ragtag gay and lesbian activists who supported a community of Welsh miners during the strikes in Thatcherite England in the 80s. Based on a true story. 
  • 101 Rent Boys. A documentary, of sorts, of 101 rent boys in Los Angeles. I thought it couldn’t be NOT interesting (and was right) but didn’t expect the storytelling to be so weak and just watching it makes you feel like you’re part of the exploitation. 
  • Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom: It did feel like a play made into a movie, which is not necessarily a bad thing, to hear that sort of dramatic poetry in intense spurts. And my god, the acting. Very intense. 
  • Nomadland: Strange and beautiful and harsh. I found the combination of non-actors and Frances McDormand engaging and interesting. 
  • Luca: I’m reading the reviews which say it’s fine but not the best Pixar movie (the NYT review has the best headline ‘Calamari by my name’. Kudos to whoever wrote that). But it charmed me, made me laugh many times, and marvel at how beautiful the imagery and colour was. And it was a taste of sunny Italy. Locked down and unable to travel overseas, I LOVED this. Who cares if it’s not a masterpiece?
  • Minari: I found this film had an interestingly similar pace to Nomadland: it felt like an arthouse film but it was constantly engaging. The burdens of this family are so hard: immigration, dislocation, menial jobs, farming. I thought it was a beautiful film. 
  • Supernova: A film about an older gay couple on a road trip? Well, this was a must-watch for our household, though the early dementia plot is not part of our journey. I found it beautiful and quiet and sad. 
  • Dear Evan Hansen: I loved the stage musical so much, it was hard for me to be objective. And I’m not. It has faults, but I liked it. Boy, it’s getting bad reviews though. 
  • Everyone’s Talking About Jamie: When I look back at 2021 and see that most of my viewing was of drag queens, will I be happy or sad? A great opening number and the lead has good energy, but I was surprised how weak the story was: clichéd and predictable. The stage show seemed to get great reviews. 
  • Fabulous Fungi: So beautifully filmed and a really interesting advocacy narrative. You think you’re watching a nature doco and then boom: there’s a whole other agenda. Which I’m on board with. Love live fungi. 
  • Old: What mixed reviews there are for this movie. I saw the good ones and sort of regret that. It was like ‘White Lotus’ (come to a resort where bad things happen) combined with ‘Nine Perfect Strangers’ (come to a retreat because you need something fixed) and ‘Squid Game’ ((nearly) everyone dies). I don’t mind, as in Squid Game, something wild and fantastical and even violent, as long as there’s an internal logic, but I found myself laughing out loud at how little this movie made sense in terms of characters’ motivations, plot and dialogue, though I found Kriebs and Garcia Bernal very, very engaging actors. 
  • Promising Young Woman: I thought this was engaging, entertaining, challenging and squirm-inducing, all tied together with an incredible performance by Carey Mulligan of a screenplay (and directed) by Emerald Fennell, a writer for Killing Eve, one of our fave shows. I could see the connection: stylish visuals, suspense, complicated women. Highly recommended. 
  • Tick, tick, boom: I enjoyed seeing this portrait of an artist, the creator of the musical Rent, Jonathan Larson. The story is well-told and Andrew Garfield and his castmates are charismatic. Lots of cameos of those who love Broadway musicals. 
  • Cloud Atlas: Having read the book, and husband being a fan of the movie, I was quite looking forward to this. Also, the Wachowskis do interesting work. But I have no idea how anyone who hasn’t read the book could follow this film at all. It’s a blur of different time periods and characters. The plots are laid out in quick brushstrokes. The connection between the stories and characters seems to be made stronger in the film, predating the Wachowskis work on the TV series, Sense8, which we enjoyed. There seems to be a mystical mumbo jumbo thread of all of us being reincarnations of each other, different versions of each other. But on the whole, I can’t say I thought this movie worked. 
  • Single All The Way: It would seem like social progress that a new Christmas movie is as clichéd and silly as other Christmas movies but the hero of the film is gay. Can’t say I loved it, so take away my gay card. 

Documentaries and Reality Television

  • RuPaul’s Drag Race, Season 13. All in all, I thought this was a pretty good season, including the pandemic special, which showed the extra measures they had to go through to film this. I thought it was the right winner, and the cast was pretty entertaining and interesting, particularly Gottmik. 
  • RuPaul’s Drag Race Vegas Revue. Hmm. Watching out of sheer fandom. It’s painful to watch these young men, who are great performers but not very mature human beings in how they treat each other and their bodies and their expectations. 
  • RuPaul’s Drag Race UK, Season 2. Wow. How much of drag race can we watch? The year has only begun. Still, it was such a diverse group of queens in the finale, I enjoyed it. I’m not sure I’ve seen Ru lately fall in love with someone so much as he did with the winner. Every time they were on screen together, it was clear that Ru LOVES this one. 
  • Amy. Ouch. Amy Winehouse had such an amazing, natural voice and a real talent. Could she have survived her addictions? It’s not sure, but she was certainly surrounded by people who did not help her survive, and those who wanted to help her couldn’t reach her. Sad. 
  • Blown Away, Season 2. I loved the quirky first season of this reality show about glass-blowing and you know, I loved Season 2 just as much. We also watched the Christmas special, which came out in November 2021, and it was fun. 
  • Project Runways All Stars, Season 8. Not sure how we missed this when it came out a year or two ago, but we can’t resist this show. It was, all in all, pretty fun, and I think I was happy enough with the finale, though a little nationalism was creeping through and I was hoping Biddell, the Canadian designer, would win. 
  • The Great Pottery Throw-Down, Seasons 1, 2 and 3: A reality TV show about pottery? I think only the British could pull this off, and it was a lovely look at an art form that I love. I find some of the episodes drag, and as they are all amateurs, sometimes I’d like to see a bit more experience and craft. But I enjoyed them. And one of the judges often cries, at the beauty of an object or at a noble effort. It’s very charming. 
  • RuPaul’s Drag Race Down Under. Because I can’t resist watching it and everyone else down here seems to be. But RuPaul and Michelle seem out of sorts and the judging feels very random. In the end, it was very disappointing. Though drag is fabulous and creative here in Australia, Australian drag didn’t seem to translate to this game show format. 
  • Masterchef Australia. It’s crazy to think back to last year, when most people in Australia seemed to be watching that season, with new judges and returning favourite contestants, partly because we were all in lockdown. I’ve always loved this show, though with it on FIVE NIGHTS A WEEK, I’m trying to be reasonable about it and just catch it when I can. But I have fallen in love with the contestants. Nowhere else on Australian TV is the real diversity of society represented, including Asians, gays, and gay Asians, but it’s not the story. It’s just presented as the way Australia is while they cook up a storm nearly every night of the week. Bravo.  
  • RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars Season 6. I think I might have come to my limit. TOO MUCH RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE. There are no surprises anymore, and the pain of say, the acting challenges, then just becomes deeper. But the ending was a surprise for me, and a good one. 
  • Too Hot to Handle, Season 2. I basically watched this for the schadenfreude and visual stimulation. Attractive, self-centred people who are prevented from making out with each other (or they are supposed to not do it!) matched with hilarious, droll commentary. I can’t say I’m proud that I watched it though. 
  • Drag Race España. OK. I don’t know how much more I can take of the Drag Race franchises. They never stop. Having said that, this was surprisingly fun: an interesting, positive burst of Spanish energy and it felt like something new. 
  • Australian Survivor. What’s surprising to me is just how different this franchise is than the American one. The fact that it’s on three days a week is one thing. But there is a different rhythm to the show, different edits for how we get to know the contestants. It’s much less serious. The banter between contestants and the host is surprising. I was worried about it at first: the concept of ‘Brains vs Brawn’ is moronic. But the last shows have been really very entertaining. 
  • Drag Race Holland. We quite liked this show and season. I mean: how sad that Drag Race Down Under turns out to have been the worst of the franchises so far. Like All Stars, I was surprised, pleasantly, by the ending. 
  • Survivor, Season 41: We can’t resist as we love this show, but the new pace (less episodes, a shorter season) will be interesting and so far we are NOT loving it. Not sure why. We’re rooting for no one. 
  • Drag Race UK, Season 3: So much drag race. WTF? But it is a fun enough group of queens. 
  • Canada’s Drag Race Season 2: I sort of like the format where there is no one main host. And again, a talented enough group of queens. 
  • Drag Race Italia: And even though I like the energy, the host, the judges and the pit crew … with the episodes 90 minutes long, and SO MUCH drag race these days, we watched a few episodes but are taking a break.
  • School of Chocolate: It was inevitable that we’d watch a reality competition about chocolate and what I really like is that the losers of the week don’t get kicked off. Yay for changing that tired format. 

Other television

  • Death to 2020. Not a documentary but a mockumentary by Charlie Brooker of Black Mirror on 2020. It got mediocre reviews but I don’t have high expectations these days.
  • Lupin. Seasons 1 & 2. We loved this series. Fun, stylish. The lead actor has buckets of charisma. Some episodes are better than others, but it is well worth watching. 
  • Snowpiercer. Season 2. I was enjoying it but in the end, I didn’t love this season that much. The first season had a strong dramatic question and then a fantastic twist at the end. This season had too many plots and a focus on too many characters for me. But husband liked it a lot. 
  • Money Heist (La Casa de Papel). We totally loved this: the characters, the storytelling. Watch it with subtitles. We watched the first two parts, took a break and then watched the next, and in late 2021 watched the latest series and the finale. Great TV. Every action seems motivated by an emotional situation, rather than the often cold and intellectual action or heist films from ‘merica or other countries. 
  • It’s a Sin. Touching, engaging, the tragedy leavened by comedy. Apparently a huge hit, in the UK, especially. I’m glad that this story is being told for a new generation. 
  • Sex Education. Seasons 1, 2 and 3. I really liked this series. The characters are appealing and mixed in with light, youthful comedy are some heavyweight emotional truths and situations. I found some of the farce of Season 3 a bit much, and some of the messages basic, but my affection for the characters overweighed the faults and I liked that so many characters got their moments. 
  • Handmaid’s Tale, Season 4. Woohoo. This was amazing TV. I found the previous season too harrowing, and while this was also harrowing, there were so many important questions about choices, survival, recovery and more, all anchored by incredible acting. I really enjoyed it. 
  • Sweet Tooth, Season 1. There’s much to like about the show, and the integration of COVID-19 parallels is really very unsettling. I do like the characters, but something about the storytelling feels a bit weak at times, or with an odd pace. Still, why not? In lockdown, it’s entertainment. 
  • Trapped, Seasons 1 and 2. Brrr. It looks cold in Iceland. We loved this Icelandic police story. Sort of like the Bridge. Not as good in terms of plot and writing, but a peek into a totally unfamiliar landscape and culture was really, really engaging. Season 2 was more complex, but also enjoyable. 
  • The White Lotus. I did enjoy this series, particularly the lead performance by Murray Bartlett, but I’m surprised at the rave reviews it got in the New Yorker, New York Times and elsewhere. I thought it was OK but not *that* good.
  • Pose, Seasons 1, 2 and 3. Surprised it’s took us so long to get around to watching this, but we enjoyed it a lot, and binge watched it. Found Season 1 stronger than Season 2. There are faults in the storytelling, the acting can be variable, and Ryan Murphy just loves him some melodrama, but the most important thing was the actors and characters, who we sort of fell in love with. 
  • Sparking Joy with Marie Kondo. Three watchable episodes in this series, and I find it not only entertaining, but useful to my life. We’ve been folding our clothes like she recommends since her first season!
  • Squid Game. OK. Yes, we watched it. I couldn’t look away. In spite of the cartoon-levels of violence (like the old Roadrunner cartoons: splat!), I loved the acting and thought it proposed interesting moral questions. But I am surprised at what a global phenomenon it has become. We like Money Heist better!
  • Dexter: New Blood. I watched the first few seasons of Dexter and not the last ones, and not the last episode which disappointed fans so much. Still, I’m curious about this new series: I really like Michael C Hall. Almost finished by the end of the year: am loving it. 

Books

  • Alain De Botton’s How Proust Can Change Your Life (philosophy). I’m not convinced that I should read Proust, but I loved reading this instead. Is that cheating? Beautiful writing about friendship, reading, paying attention and being alive. 
  • Douglas Stuart’s Shuggie Bain (novel). I was so engaged with the story and characters that I stopped noticing the writing. It’s a harrowing story and feels unique. I’m not sure if I loved it as much as some of my friends did (or the Booker prize jury) but it’s a great book.
  • Judith Flanders’ A Place for Everything: The Curious History of Alphabetical Order (non-fiction). It’s rare that I give up on a book, and I note I probably could have finished it as the last third of the book is footnotes. And it really was interesting in many ways to see the way alphabetisation developed. But it’s SO well-researched with SO much detail (about text from so long ago). It takes a particular kind of mind to be able to engage with this material. 
  • Tricia Dearborn’s Autobiochemistry (poetry). A fellow Sydney poet; we read together recently at an event. And I was so glad to receive her latest collection from her. There are some gems in this collection. 
  • Rowena Lennox’s Dingo Bold– The life and death of K’gari dingoes. See the review here.
  • Viet Thanh Nguyen’s The Committed (fiction): Wow. See my review here.
  • David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas (fiction): See the review here.
  • Christos Tsiolkas’s Dead Europe (fiction): See my review here.
  • Sally Rooney’s Beautiful World, Where are You? (fiction): See my review here.

Concerts, Shows, Theatre, Exhibitions & Words

  • Sydney Festival’s The Rise and Fall of Saint George. An interesting, passionate sort of rock opera that portrayed the time of the same-sex marriage debate in Australia, symbolised by the defacing of the striking wall mural of George Michael, as a saint, in Erskineville. And what a setting. I had no idea they’d be able to host concerts at the Headland in Barangaroo like that. It was stunning. 
  • Young Frankenstein (Hayes Theatre). It seems like Mel Brooks, buoyed by the success of adapting his movie ‘the Producers’ to a hit musical decided to do the same with Young Frankenstein. It’s basically a silly, ridiculous, entertaining farce. I think is reminded me of the ridiculousness of Spamalot more than the Producers, and the cast and crew do an amazing job with bringing this to life. An enjoyable, silly time. 
  • Hamilton (Lyric Theatre). Way back when Hamilton was I heard Australia would be opening in Australia, I wondered how they would find Australians to do such an American show and if they could manage such complicated and demanding parts, combining Broadway and rap and other musical genres. It seemed like a unique phenomenon. I was wrong. Completely. The Australian cast is young, scrappy and hungry and put their own spin on a show which I think is amazingly written and constructed. I feel very privileged that we’re able to see theatre here in Australia where most places in the world have shut down their shows. 
  • Fun Home (Sydney Theatre Company). In university, I read Alison Bechdel’s wonderful lesbian comic strip, Dykes to Watch Out For, and was amazed and delighted to watch her journey as she published the autobiographical graphic novel, Fun Home, and see an introverted artist on the margins win multiple awards, become beloved across North America and THEN have that book be turned into an award-winning musical. To see a deeply personal and strange story be brought to life was fantastic; I’d been waiting to see this since it came out. Also, Maggie McKenna, who we last saw in the musical adaptation of Muriel’s Wedding, playing the ‘Middle Alison’: astonishing.
  • Frozen (Capitol Theatre). Oh dear. I didn’t even question that we’d see this: a Broadway musical, with a songwriting team we admire, and hey, we liked the movie. But just before arriving, an acquaintance asked, ‘Why are you going to THAT?!’ and when we arrived, I understand why. It was crawling with children, chatting over the scenes, asking out loud ‘Why did she just hit him?’. It reminded me of when I was at Disneyland with my niece. So, the story was very young and somewhat confusing, and I admit, I didn’t like it very much. 
  • I want to know what love is (Darlinghurst Theatre). From the Queensland-based The Good Room, I wasn’t sure what to expect from a piece compiled from audience submissions. Yet it was joyous, dark and sad, using the best conventions of theatre to create amazing theatre by a diverse, talented and engaging cast. 
  • Come from Away (Capitol Theatre). I’d seen this musical before in NYC, and was amused what the Canadians had pulled off. New Yorkers love themselves, so creating a musical partly about NYC (by way of 9/11) and combining it with a true story set in Canada, it was a brilliant commercial idea. But much more than that, it’s great storytelling and wonderful music, with a cohesive style. Seeing the Australian version, I had forgotten just how good it is as a musical. Very emotional. 
  • Merrily We Roll Along (Hayes Theatre). I’ve always loved this musical though it’s difficult to pull off. It requires great acting and singing, and direction that pulls it together and has it rise above some weaknesses in the structure and story. This production was quite amazing and succeeded on all counts. 
  • Hannah Gadsby’s Body of Work (Opera House). Unique, smart, engaging comedy, very Australian and wonderful. The humour is so quick and specific that at times I missed bits, but I like that she’s not going for the lowest common denominator, or trying to make comedy easy. 

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Book Review: Christos Tsiolkas’s Dead Europe

Dead EuropeDead Europe by Christos Tsiolkas
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I remember that I could barely read The Jesus Man, finding it pointlessly grungy and shocking. But I loved The Slap: the premise was clever, it was a page-turner, and I was convinced and engaged by the characters. Last Europe does seem like an early work, prone to excess, and too full of what I find to be faults. As a Chinese-Canadian living in Australia, I was very interested in the theme of Dead Europe, of travelling back to a ‘homeland’, of family history, of how members of the diaspora are viewed from home countries.

But that theme was dealt with in a quite superficial way. The main theme of Dead Europe seemed to be exploring anti-Semitism and honestly, I was confused by the treatment of this subject. Pretty every character in the novel comes out with moments or statements of anti-Semitism, some virulent, some more tempered. There is one explanation, a somewhat tortured political dialogue on imperialism, power and displacement, and the other main explanation, as a result of guilt over killing a Jewish boy, that spreads to a whole family, which, when you really think about it, is wrong. Whether it happened or could have happened makes me think about one of the only critiques I read of the popular Netflix series, Squid Game. Sure, it’s engaging to portray violence and inequality. But surely one has to go beyond this, to point out either explanation or possible solutions. Portraying a killing of a Jew that results in a family that is anti-Semitic? Where do we go from there?

This would also be part of my larger critique of the book. The narrator and some of the people he surrounds himself with are excessive in their behaviour, but it is so relentless that I was actually bored. Everything smells of vomit, urine, blood and shit. The narrator wants to do violence to others, real, bloody violence. He wants to have sex with everyone else. Or the same ones he wants to commit violence upon. At least three relationships are mentioned between people of very different ages, but it doesn’t seem like there’s any commentary on it. That Isaac, the protagonist, had his first gay relationships with men decades older than him, while a young teenager (I think), would be shocking to many; I’m not sure if it’s meant to be shocking here or desensitize readers. It just is. At one point, Isaac drinks so much he vomits on himself and heads off in search of sex with rent boys. And then things got really weird in the last part of the book when Isaac becomes a vampire. What DID the author want to say here?

I’m not against reading about sex, drugs and violence, but the portrayal here seems nihilistic, which, rather than depressing or shocking, I just find boring and unengaging. Still, I found some of the writing lovely, particularly the retelling of myths in the family village, and even at the end, as I was rushing through, just trying to finish the book, the writing became more direct and straightforward, and I found myself becoming interested in some of the characters again. The book certainly made me think … about literature and writing and how we tell stories, but I wasn’t a fan of this book.

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Book Review: David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas

Cloud AtlasCloud Atlas by David Mitchell
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I’d heard buzz about Cloud Atlas, both the book and the movie, and I can see that some of my (goodreads) friends loved it, but I found it a real slog. I admired the intellectual and literary wizardry of creating six stories, and most with their own dialects and unique speech patterns, but I found the connection between them tenuous, as much a gimmick as anything else. While I enjoyed some of the stories more than others, the first story was a challenge, the recreated language from the mid-19th century. Have I lost my will to be intellectually challenged by too much Instagram, Facebook and Netflix? Perhaps. I really got stuck with the longest story, the centrepiece, post-apocalyptic Hawaii. One problem is that with my family from Hawaii, I’m familiar with the pidgin English that is commonly spoken there. While the language Mitchell created for Hawaii has no relation, I think, it just didn’t feel to me the way that language evolves. It was too clever and I found it hard to follow, and how did Australian dingoes get to Hawaii anyways? By the time I’d gotten through that section to return to the other stories, I’d forgotten their key plot elements. While I could joke and take the blame myself, other reviewers, both professional and community, did seem to have the same problems. Cloud Atlas really did receive mixed reviews.

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Book Review: Viet Thanh Nguyen’s The Committed

The CommittedThe Committed by Viet Thanh Nguyen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I loved The Sympathizer. I found the story of the duality and duplicity of the half-French, half-Vietnamese counterspy original and irresistible, and it was one of my favourite books of the year in which I read it.

So, I was excited about its sequel, The Committed, and right away, I was drawn into the book, which skilfully reminds the reader of the plot of the previous book, while arriving, literally, in new territory: Paris.

I had a Zoom cocktail with a friend at this time, and told him what I was reading (we always talk about books). He said he didn’t like The Sympathizer, partly because he would prefer to read accounts from the time by those who had experienced the Vietnam War, rather than this interpretation from a writer at a further remove. But he also said he found the book really overwritten.

Damn it! I hated that. Because when I returned to the book, I also found it overwritten.

And wonderfully jammed with ideas and a page-turner and engaging. As messy as a Tarantino climax. And yes, overwritten.

So, when I finished the book, I thought I’d see what others thought. And fancy that, the first review I find, by Dwight Garner in the New York Times, describes the first 100 pages as ‘better than anything in the first novel’ and then … overwritten … and ‘shaggy, shaggy, shaggy’. So, I’m thinking that I was right to fall into this novel right away, and that my perceptions at mid-stage were also correct (and found it spooky that my feelings about the book were so well-expressed by Garner).

It’s a wonderful mess of a novel, The Committed, and it’s about something. The author is smart and studied and presents important ideas and serious, searing questions with a narrator who you can’t take your eyes off. I appreciated learning more about the Viet Nam war and its aftermath, but more than that, the political context and ideologies and moral and intellectual struggle. The many ideas. The intelligence with which they are presented. The bravery and bravado.

I recommend reading both books. Jump in. Strap yourself down. And go along for the ride.

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Home Cooking: The Woks of Life’s Lo Bak Go

Growing up in Vancouver, Canada, it was always a treat to go for dim sum. One of the first restaurants we went to was presided over by a family friend, Uncle Harvey (all family friends were Aunties and Uncles), who was a yo-yo champion. We’d arrive in a large, dark, open restaurant with the food carts rattling around and staff calling out the names of their wares and Uncle Harvey would show us a yo-yo trick. It was all sorts of magical.

When we travelled, anywhere that would have it, we would go to dim sum, and it was interesting to see how different the dishes were in Hawaii or in Taiwan. It had always been explained to me how time-consuming and difficult it was to make the dishes, and I could certainly never imagine making the beautiful, complicated dumplings, with their many folds and particular combinations of fillings.

And yet years later, now living in Sydney, Australia, where they call dim sum ‘yum cha’, I gave it a go to make ‘lo mai gai’, sticky rice wrapped in lotus leaves. I successfully managed to make ‘ma tai siu’, mom’s recipe for a flaky turnip pastry. I discovered that it was not nearly as difficult to make dumplings as I imagined, and while still buying the wrappers, rather than making them myself, I’ve lately made them regularly.

Still: I was so surprised when I saw that Jackie, of Does my bomb look big in this? post a photo of making Chinese turnip cake, lo bak go, as I’d never thought of making it myself, or imagined even possible, as while it tasted of turnip, I couldn’t figure out how it was made.

It’s a dish from yum cha which I’d always loved but didn’t always order, since I found my non-Chinese friends could be hit or miss whether they liked it not: the texture of the cake, grated turnip with rice flour, steamed for about three quarters of an hour, and eventually fried, is decidedly non-Asian, and Jackie said maybe it’s about the funky flavour, which is also unusual.

I was so inspired to make it, I made it a few days after seeing the post. I already had all the ingredients, except for the daikon. I had some leftover lop cheong (Chinese sausage) from the Lo Mai Gai I’ve taken to making regularly (sticky rice, without being wrapped in lotus leaves, as I find this a fussy extra step!). And I’d just stocked up on dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp.

The recipe is from the Woks of Life, and can be found here, and their Instagram page is here. They seem like a lovely, fun family that eat well, and I’m grateful for their recipe (and will check out more!).

It actually was not so difficult at all, but required a lot of waiting. I forgot to soak my mushrooms in advance. The steaming takes 45 minutes. You need to wait at least 30 minutes after steaming for the cake to be ready for frying (I fried some up the next day for breakfast). But I grated the daikon in a food processor, and chopped all else that needed to be chopped in a handheld food processor. Easy and quick.

And oh my god, it is delicious! And it tastes JUST LIKE what you get at yum cha. Maybe even better! Hurrah, hurrah, HURRAH.

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