Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Magdalen Girls - predictable vanilla Blarney

Greetings, Deplorables!

I am back to reviewing fine historical fiction. I rarely post about a book that I give anything less than 4 stars, but I wanted to share my review of The Magdalen Girls, in light of recent debates about "women's rights" and how "American women don't know how good they have it". This book tells you more about the sad state of medium-size publishing and what kind of books publishers like Kensington are willing to produce. The trend for headless women on the covers persists, as does the usage of word "girl/s" in the title.

Synopsis
Dublin, 1962. Within the gated grounds of the convent of The Sisters of the Holy Redemption lies one of the city’s Magdalen Laundries. Once places of refuge, the laundries have evolved into grim workhouses. Some inmates are “fallen” women—unwed mothers, prostitutes, or petty criminals. Most are ordinary girls whose only sin lies in being too pretty, too independent, or tempting the wrong man. Among them is sixteen-year-old Teagan Tiernan, sent by her family when her beauty provokes a lustful revelation from a young priest.

Teagan soon befriends Nora Craven, a new arrival who thought nothing could be worse than living in a squalid tenement flat. Stripped of their freedom and dignity, the girls are given new names and denied contact with the outside world. The Mother Superior, Sister Anne, who has secrets of her own, inflicts cruel, dehumanizing punishments—but always in the name of love. Finally, Nora and Teagan find an ally in the reclusive Lea, who helps them endure—and plot an escape. But as they will discover, the outside world has dangers too, especially for young women with soiled reputations.

Told with candor, compassion, and vivid historical detail, The Magdalen Girls is a masterfully written novel of life within the era’s notorious institutions—and an inspiring story of friendship, hope, and unyielding courage.


My thoughts
In 1960s, as the rest of the Western world was in the throes of sexual revolution, Ireland was in a weird place. A recently liberated country, still working to define its statehood, it was slipping into theocracy. "The Magdalen Girls" doesn't get any points for originality. This is the kind of vanilla Blarney that a skittish, play-it-safe publisher like Kensington would churn out. Totally predictable and unimaginative, capitalizing on the proven cliches, "The Magdalen Girls" is a deja-vue from start to finish. Maeve Binchy died and left a void in that needed to be filled with more white bread. The stereotypical portrayal of the Irish father as a heartless, misogynistic drunk will make pseudo-feminists very happy. And of course, making the Catholic church look like a bunch of hypocritical predators will make secular humanists have that nice and fuzzy feeling. There are some parts that are just butt-clenchingly bad, like a 17-year old girl saying out loud: "I want to do more than just cook and clean." Really, sweetie? Never heard that before. That being said, I'm not going to knock the book too much. It is what it is. If you don't want to take chances and read serious books with the right balance of drama and grim humor, this is a book for you.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Welcome to America (go sit with your own kind)

Greetings, commies!
My original resolution was to keep personal posts to a minimum, but another installment of refugee memoirs just bubbled up inside me, and I felt compelled to share. I want to reach out to my fellow commies all over the world who are new to the US or contemplating coming here permanently. I want to teach them how to speak Americanese, the code language of misleading messages. Nobody is going to deny that all of us say pleasant things that are not to be taken literally, but in America this trend is taken to the extreme. One can argue that there is no such thing as "typical white bread American", and yet many people do describe themselves as such. So here is my little translator. When talking about your heritage to people who were born in the US, you can expect to hear some of these comments. 

"America is a country of immigrants ..."


Yeah, but some ethnic groups hold more influence than others. Not pointing fingers at any particular group and certainly not demonizing the infamous 'white Protestant heterosexual male'. Just accept that not all ethnic groups are equal in this country. I don't see how having a Slovene first lady is going to change much for the immigrants of Eastern European stock.


"My great-grandfather came from ...."


This is why he changed Berkowitz to Berkley and Milosewicz to Miles and Petrauskas to Peterson. Your Jewish/Serbian/Lithuanian ancestor wanted to look WASP.


"Welcome to our country!"


As long as you stay in your immigrant-dominated community and work jobs in the service industry. Commies, listen to me. They don't want you to compete for their jobs and their sexual partners. As a high-school student, I was always told to "sit with my own kind" during lunch. We had a separate table for students of Hispanic heritage, and a small table for Polish and Russian students. "Go sit with your own kind ..." Talking about being shown your proper place in life! 


"This is a land of opportunity, you know."

Yes, I know. My mother, who is a music professor in her home country, had to work as a teacher's assistant at a local daycare for $6 an hour back in the 1990s before she opened her own music school. I know that people who make minimal wage in the US still have more material comforts than professors and engineers in some countries. 

"Are you seeing anyone? Because there is a nice Ukrainian/Greek/Vietnamese boy in my algebra class."

Wow, very sweet of you to worry about my sex life.  Even sweeter of you to assume that I pick my sexual partners based on ethnic similarities. That nice boy could be a total jerk, yet you think that I should still give him a chance because he speaks my language. 

"Wow, you are such an asset to our community! You bring so much diversity."


They want you to be that exotic pet that they can use for their own entertainment. They don't want you at their country club, polluting the air with your accent and your peculiar jokes and tales of genocide and ethnic cleansings. No negativity allowed. We're all about "can do" attitude.


"Don't forget your roots, be proud of who you are!"


Translation: we want you to retain those cute quirks that make you an easy laughing stock. 


Conclusion. America is a great place to make money, but not a great place to make friends. I sort of knew it coming into the country. It's no secret that money is more important to me than friends, so I feel that I got a good deal out of my immigration experience.


Deplorably yours,

Connecticut Commie

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Dragontail Buttonhole - a novel of Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia by Peter Curtis

Greetings, comrades!
I told you I was on a WWII binge. Today's book is The Dragontail Buttonhole by Peter Curtis.

Synopsis:
Prague, 1939. Willy and Sophie Kohut own a prosperous business specializing in selling British fabrics for tailoring suits. When the Nazis occupy Czechoslovakia, Willy is arrested and accused of spying for Britain. After Sophie engineers his release, they decide to flee the country for the sake of their toddler, Pavel. Paying a small-time smuggler and using counterfeit Hungarian passports, they journey through Hungary and Germany itself, on an exodus full of unexpected twists that test their courage, and their love.

My thoughts:
The title of the novel The Dragontail Buttonhole is a bit of a mouthful. You basically have two composite words side by side. But strangely, the linguist in me is delighted. The title works well visually and phonetically, because it mimics the composition of German words and contributes to that pseudo-Germanic ambiance that the Nazis established on their occupied territories. There are so many WWII themed novels set in Poland that the occupation of Czechoslovakia seems to fall by the wayside, but I see the tide turning. Last year a magnificent movie "Anthropoid" came out, dealing with the mission to assassinate SS General Reinhard Heydrich, the main architect behind the Final Solution. Czechs and Slovaks were also Slavs, like Poles and Russians, which meant that the Nazis had no qualms about slaughtering them as "untermeschen".

The protagonist of The Dragontail Buttonhole is accessible and archetypal - without being stereotypical. Willy is a refined and prosperous young businessman of Jewish stock who works in textiles. His ethnicity is not an issue at the time of peace - he downplays his Jewish heritage and does not flaunt his religious beliefs, and his facial features are ethnically neutral, enabling him to pass for a Slav or a Hungarian. His house is open to prospective clients and business partners of Christian faith. He makes frequent trips to England where his parents live. All that changes when Germans march through Czechoslovakia and Willy is accused of being a British spy. His youthful wife Sophie has to muster all the courage and guile in the world to secure his release. However, Willy's release is only the first step towards salvation.

The author does a great job creating the ambiance of apprehension and dread that you would expect from a novel dealing with Nazi occupation. It's a perfectly balanced blend of adventure, hardcore history and noir. If you fond of "escape from the Nazis" fiction and memoirs, definitely add this novel to your list. 

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

A Refugee's Perspective - 25 years in the US and counting ;-)

Salutations!
Connecticut Commie is here. It's time for another editorial from Deplorably Yours. In less than a week I am going to celebrate 25 years of living in the US. Take a moment to pause. 25 fucking years! Can you believe that? Now, I know I like to joke about being a mail order bride and all, but the truth is, I came to this country as a refugee. As in ... "Knock, knock, let me in! There's a big bad wolf chasing me!" Gasp. That's right. That makes my support of our current President all the more reprehensible. It's like ... "How DARE you deny other people entry into this country when you're a pathetic, wet, shivering puppy yourself?"

Calm down, snowflakes. As a reminder, I personally do not deny or grant anyone entry into this country. We are all at the mercy of the consulate. Just like my family was 26 years ago, when we applied for political asylum. If the embassy officer deems your claim of discrimination and grave endangerment due to race, ethnicity, religion, etc. convincing - congratulations and welcome to America. No, this system is not perfect, and it's not always fair, but then, nothing in life is. And yes, there will be delays and setbacks. Even when you think you have all your ducks in a row, all your paperwork submitted, a minor change in the policy can upset your plans and throw you back to square one. So you're basically sitting on your bags, having sold or given away all your life's possessions, and then they tell you that your departure date has to be moved indefinitely due to some glitch in the Department of State database. And you be like ... "Whaaaat? Those bastards!"

I just wanted to take a moment to remind y'all that political asylum is not an entitlement. It's a huge undeserved favor that a country can grant an individual. American Dream is not a universal human right. America cannot possibly accommodate every struggling individual who "deserves a better life". And no, not all refugees are equally benevolent. Not all are going to assimilate well. So let's drop all that hippie fluff about us "all being human beings and wanting the same thing." We are not all the same. We do not all want the same things. There are some irreconcilable ideological differences. We do not live in a world without borders, as we do not live in homes without locks or alarm systems. Not yet. 

So, that being said ... If anyone calls you a racist, a Nazi, a fascist, a bigot, etc. don't take it to heart. Those words don't mean shit anymore. They are being thrown around like tropical Skittles. Just brush them off. Don't swallow them. Don't pollute your system with extra sugar and artificial flavors that this country is known for. Fake flavors. Fake news. God bless America!

Deplorably yours,
Connecticut Commie

Monday, January 30, 2017

Remember the two millions ... their lives matter too!

Greetings, commies!
All lives matter ... some deaths just get more media coverage. Some ethnic groups clearly are more vocal than others. Belarusians do not like to talk about their plight. They don't talk much about their losses during WWII or the consequences of Chernobyl. They are the quiet sufferers. You are never going to get exact numbers of how many ethnic Belarusians died during WWII, but 2 million is a safe estimate (this is after you subtract about 750,000 ethnic Jewish casualties on the territory of Belarus). From the point of view of percentile demographics, this was an absolute catastrophe. Today, while researching my latest novel, I stumbled across this picture of a bunch of teenage factory workers in Nazi-occupied Minsk being prepared for execution for aiding the resistance movement. This was one of the first public executions. My hope for 2017 is that as we talk more about "global awareness", we take a more inclusive approach and look at EVERY ethnic group, even the quiet and underrepresented ones.

Have a nice day!
- Deplorably yours,
Connecticut Commie

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Second World Problems - educate yourselves!

Greetings, commies, fellow "deplorables" and SJWs!
Today's edition is dedicated to a series of memes I created to illustrate the plight of the often overlooked Second World Problems. Sandwiched somewhere between the "haves" and the "have-nots", we are a community of Russian brides, cleaning ladies and hackers. We are people too, and we have our stories to tell! So get outside of your comfort zone and educate yourself already!









Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Beauty Shop - NOT a girly novel

Greetings, Deplorables and dedicated history buffs ;-)

I know The Beauty Shop looks like a frilly girly romance, but it's not. I promise, there is plenty for guys to like. Your testosterone levels will not decline, I promise. Actually, it's a serious, expertly crafted historical novel set during WWII.

Synopsis:
England, 1942. After three years of WWII, Britain is showing the scars. But in this darkest of days, three lives intertwine, changing their destinies and those of many more.

Dr Archibald McIndoe, a New Zealand plastic surgeon with unorthodox methods, is on a mission to treat and rehabilitate badly burned airmen – their bodies and souls. With the camaraderie and support of the Guinea Pig Club, his boys battle to overcome disfigurement, pain, and prejudice to learn to live again.

John ‘Mac’ Mackenzie of the US Air Force is aware of the odds. He has one chance in five of surviving the war. Flying bombing missions through hell and back, he’s fighting more than the Luftwaffe. Fear and doubt stalk him on the ground and in the air, and he’s torn between his duty and his conscience.

Shy, decent and sensible Stella Charlton’s future seems certain until war breaks out. As a new recruit to the WAAF, she meets an American pilot on New Year’s Eve. After just one dance, she falls head over heels for the handsome airman. But when he survives a crash, she realises her own battle has only just begun.

Based on a true story, "The Beauty Shop" is a moving tale of love, compassion, and determination against a backdrop of wartime tragedy.


My thoughts:
I was immediately intrigued by this novel, because I have a recurring nightmare about seeing a burning plane crashing in the field. The mixture of terror and curiosity give me night sweats.

When I read the author's bio, I was not surprised that she had a career in healthcare. The medical parts of the novel are explored in depth. Henderson understands the pressures and the rewards of a military medic's life. She understands the loneliness, the stress, the need for humor, the frustration of dealing with obstinate patients, the temptation to get emotionally involved with them. The air battle scenes are also top notch. They are gorgeous, eloquent, striking, raw and just technical enough without sounding like they came from an air combat manual.

Now, romance is the weakest aspect of the novel. In fact, some passages sound like they were written by another author. Such an impressive piece of prose is speckled with pedestrian stock expressions that you would lift out of a romance. "Deep blue eyes", "butterflies in the stomach", "soft lips" and "I can't leave him at a time like this". Thankfully, those occurrences are not numerous. They made me wrinkle my nose a few times but not wince all the way.

I am not sure which aspect of the novel is prevalent. Is it a hardcore military history piece? Is it a field hospital drama? It's certainly not a historical romance. I wish the cover had more testosterone on it. I wish it showed more of the airplane or some surgical equipment as opposed to a girl in the middle of a field. You wouldn't know that it's a serious historical piece. I hope that WWII buffs do not pass on this novel because of the cover and the title. I do not have the heart to subtract stars from such a fine novel. I give it 4.5, but post 5 stars.