I have spent a lot of time with my books this past week. Typically when I can’t get out of the house, that’s what I do. Rearrange them, re-stack them, reorganize my “to-read” pile. And, of course, reading them. Here are two from this weekend, and there will be more to follow in the next few days.
I have seen this book here and there – nice reviews, comparisons to Richard Russo and F. Scott Fitzgerald and Harper Lee. So I was curious. And – surprisingly?- I agree with all of those comparisons. Our young hero, Hilly (short for Hilton), is the son of a lawyer who makes his money by camping out in hospital waiting rooms. The ambulance chaser of lawyers. When a commercial flight crashes, our ambulance chaser lawyer Arthur makes a boatload of money suing the airline on behalf of the families of the victims. After his huge success with that first crash, he goes on to represent many others. Buys a big house, a couple of big houses, fancy cars, watches….All of the sudden young Hilly is no longer an average, struggling-to-get-by boy, he is now a millionaire. One of the houses Arthur buys is on the coast and it comes with its very own “house boy,” a man named Lem. Hilly and Lem strike up a friendship fraught with tensions – perhaps not even to be considered a friendship. Hilly winds up falling in teenage-love with Lem’s niece, Savannah, the sort of teenage love that will haunt him the next forty years and through to the end of the novel. It’s Gatsby-ish in that self-made-millionaire kind of way, Richard Russo-esque in its style and male-centric-ness, and Harper Lee-ish, of course, in the way that every novel that touches on racial equality can be. Overall, I liked it. Very much.
Above All Things was a great book to read while snowed in. Mostly because I could sympathize with the cold and the snow drifts (to a point). This is a fictionalized account of George Mallory’s third attempt to climb Mt Everest in 1924. The story goes back and forth between George and Ruth, his wife. I wanted to really love this novel. It has everything that a great novel should have – suspense, romance, danger – but for some reason I didn’t quite have that “I Can’t Put This Down!” moment. Really what I most wanted to know was whether or not George Mallory made his way back to Ruth (history that I didn’t know). If I had known the outcome, I probably would’ve skimmed a large section of Ruth’s missing-him-so-much’s. To rank it, I’d say 3/5 stars.