The Cue Card

“The Solitude of Prime Numbers” was a pick from my book club, which I wasn’t expecting to like, though actually I didn’t know anything about. But like a moth to a flame I was completely drawn in by this sad, moving novel from 2008. Chalk it up to author Paolo Giordano’s talented storytelling, which captured my imagination and made me follow these damaged characters with such interest.

It’s a love tale of sorts between two lonely outcasts who are both haunted by childhood tragedies. The girl, Alice, lives with a crippled leg from a ski accident and a bullying father. The gifted boy, Mattia, carries the guilt of abandoning his mentally challenged twin sister who disappears and is never found. Alice and Mattia meet in high school, where they sense in each other a kindred spirit of inner pain. He deals with it by cutting himself, she by being anorexic.

To Mattia, who later becomes a mathematician, he and Alice are like twin prime numbers, “alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.” They separate when he accepts a research job in another country and she marries a local doctor, leaving issues between them unresolved. But many years later they resurface when their paths cross again.

The ending that follows is a bit inevitable but a surprise all the same. The novel leaves quite an impact long after it is over. I found it a quick read with an underlying suspensefulness that made me keep turning the pages. Its often beautiful passages and clever use of math metaphors are quite transcendent.

I was lucky to come across the author (an Italian physicist) in 2010 at a book festival where he read aloud the chapter in which the twin sister goes missing. I remember it being quite disturbing and yet visual. I thought what is this? And now I know. “The Solitude of Prime Numbers” is a small tour de force on the weight of childhood trauma, love, and loneliness. Apparently it was made into a movie in Italy in September 2010.

I typically don’t read spy novels or thrillers, but I was looking for a quick read while on a trip that would be entertaining. Chris Pavone’s debut novel “Expats” was so highly recommended on its book jacket (in retrospect don’t trust these) by Patricia Cornwell, John Grisham and others that I thought surely this would be it. Grisham even compared it to the early works of Ken Follet, Frederick Forsyth and Robert Ludlum; oh, but if only this were true.

At the beginning, “Expats” is quite promising and the idea of it intriguing. A husband (Dexter) gets a new job overseas as a computer security analyst for a high-paying client, which leads his wife (Kate) to decide to quit her secret life as a CIA spy and come clean living as an expat with him in Luxembourg. She seeks to end the duplicity in their marriage from her CIA days and to become a stay-at-home mom to their two sons learning the ways of a foreign country. But life gets too boring for Kate, sitting around dreading the laundry and vacant other moms! And soon suspicions lead her back to undercover work, first in regards to a couple she senses aren’t whom they say are, and ultimately to her husband who apparently has secrets of his own. (Quite a marriage.)

The whole expat atmosphere and deceit within the marriage propel the novel and make the plot interesting. But intermixed flashbacks of Kate’s CIA past confuse and distract from the main storytelling. Also the slew of twists at the end are a turn off, as the tireless scheming (I agree here with the Times’ Janet Maslin) “exceeds all sane expectations.” And I mean that in a uncomplimentary way. It turns pretty nuts. I had to fight my way through to finish it, as it no longer seemed plausible or interesting to me. What starts out promising, spins off the rails in rapid form towards the end.

“The Cat’s Table” received considerable hype and good press when it came out this past October. Author Michael Ondaatje had won the Booker Prize for “The English Patient” in 1992 and his writing has long been revered. This novel seemed especially interesting in its premise about a 11-year-old boy’s unaccompanied three-week voyage on a ship from Sri Lanka to England in the early 1950’s. How adventurous and romantic a notion! I was definitely game for such a journey, particularly if it was based on Ondaatje’s own sea excursion when he was a boy. The book cover, too, of a large ship drew me to it like a chain hooked to an anchor. I would devour this story in no time!

Only trouble was, it didn’t exactly happen like that. In fact, I struggled in parts to stay with it and found the book took a considerable time to get through. Here I wanted to love it, and yet my mind, especially at the beginning was wandering off thinking about other things. Apparently, most readers liked the beginning of “Cat’s Table,” but some found it too disjointed toward the end. I was the opposite; I found the beginning rather hard to get into (despite the relatively easy style) but became more into it toward the end.

The start of the novel entails descriptions of various characters on the ship in short two to three page chapters. There’s the main character, Michael, and his boy pals, Cassius and Ramadhin who he runs around the ship getting into mischief with; then there’s the mishmash group of insignificants assigned with the boys to dine at the “cat’s table,” the one farthest away from the Captain’s. The details onboard are all quite charming, yet more than 100 pages into the book, I found myself grasping to find any semblance of a story. For heaven sakes move this ship along; will anything (ever) come of it?! Luckily, not long after that the waters start to churn so to speak and things become more interesting and resonant.

Thanks in part to Michael’s 17-year-old cousin Emily onboard who spicens things up and might be involved in a prisoner’s escape plans on the ship. The novel, too, opens up more in its storytelling and begins to intersperse Michael’s time on the ship with his life many years later, looking back on the trip. His nostalgia for the journey and how it affected him is quite poignant and pivotal to his coming of age. Years later, he ends up marrying Ramadhin’s sister and reconnects to other passengers, including the semi-mysterious Emily.

The novel is quite a subtle and intimate read, if you’re looking for a lot of action and adventure, this might not be your cup of tea. Yet it snuck up on me in due time. By the end, I could feel the weight of its voyage and how it altered Michael and others sitting at the ship’s cat’s table. For more info, check out author Michael Ondaatje being interviewed about the book on PBS.

My book club recently picked “Salmon Fishing in the Yemen” because it seemed a more uplifting, lighter story than the dark, heavy reads we usually get to. And it turned out to fill that niche quite nicely. It’s a satirical, different kind of novel that builds on the theme that having faith in the impossible can be quite a good thing.

Written in the form of emails, letters, reports and diary entries, the novel is about a British fisheries scientist (Dr. Alfred Jones) who is called upon to somehow introduce salmon and fly-fishing into the country of Yemen. It’s all part of a dream of a visionary sheikh who loves fishing and believes it will have a beneficial effect on his country. The British prime minister’s office latches on to the idea as well, in its search for a positive, feel-good story about the U.K. coming out of the Middle East instead of war.

Yet to Alfred the idea is totally absurd as salmon aren’t suited to the Yemen’s desert conditions. Regardless he’s pressured into the project, coordinating it with help of the sheikh’s U.K. agent Harriet Chetwode-Talbot. The two make a dynamic team (one nerdy, the other sharp and elegant) along with the sheikh who inspires them to reach beyond what seems possible to reach their goal. Along the way they face various obstacles, including self-serving bosses and politicians, who are spoofed in the book as pompous asses, as well as Dr. Jones’s unhelpful, unloving wife who provides no encouragement and takes off to another country for work.

Will the project succeed? Will Harriet get together with Alfred? You won’t know until the very end. But the nice thing is it inspires you to believe in salmon in the Yemen, as it does Alfred, whose life is transformed by the project. In that way, it’s all quite uplifting. My only qualms with the whimsical book is that the narrative is a bit uneven with its various dispatches from different characters; some of which you want to read, others not so much. And the ending seemed perhaps as whimsical to believe as its salmon-in-the-desert premise, continuing its fairy tale-like quality.

Regardless I’m looking forward to it being released as a movie on March 9 with Ewan McGregor and Emily Blunt. I suspect it will be a bit different than the book version, with more comedy, romance and perhaps a brighter ending.

I heard this was the “It” book of last summer, enthusiastically backed by the legion of Ann Patchett fans that now seem to be everywhere. I was just a tad leery because I didn’t care for her last novel called “Run,” but alas, “State of Wonder” is a whole different can of worms and much better. Like the Amazon world it conjures, “State of Wonder” is teeming with a wide range of issues, layers and characters.

It’s about a pharmacologist in Minnesota, Marina Singh, who is sent to the Amazon to find out the circumstances surrounding her work colleague’s death and the scientist he went to meet, the eccentric Annick Swenson. Swenson is Marina’s former medical school mentor whose research on a new fertility drug in the jungle has been shrouded in mystery. Marina is sent to find her and investigate the progress on the new drug. But once she gets there, her world is turned upside down by the tribulations she faces and the miracle drug she witnesses.

Part “Heart of Darkness” mixed with a little “Island of Dr. Moreau,” “State of Wonder” is influenced by various works, including “Orpheus and Eurydice” and the Werner Herzog film “Fitzcarraldo,” according to Patchett. (In light of this, I’m curious to rent the 1982 Herzog film, which I haven’t seen.) I found the novel to be an adventurous, engaging read; it definitely keeps you going and places your feet firmly in the heat of the Amazon. But I thought the surprise ending a bit abrupt, flung together and sort of dropping off after its initial jolt, leaving one like a wet rag to wonder about the loose ends it leaves.

After wading through its dense jungle and contemplating malaria and the fertility of women over a certain age, I’m sort of Ann Patchett’d out at the moment but will definitely return to her books in the future. For more on her and “State of Wonder” check out her recent appearance on the Colbert Report, the independent bookstore Parnassus she co-owns in Nashville, and her hour on the Diane Rehm show.