And here are the lovely reviews from Andrew Weiss and Mike Costello - Nice...
A Non-fiction guy gets into a fiction chick book - who knew?, October 29, 2009
By
Andrew Weiss "Andrew" (Bethesda, MD USA) - See all my reviewsAfter browsing in a bookstore and finding nothing of particular interest I came across this book. I usually have a very hard time keeping my interest in fiction, particularly works that stray from the standard guy themes (Ludlum, Griffin, etc.) But I found this work particularly captivating and engaging. A relatively quick read, the powerful scenery descriptions that Ortego employs in creating her story is really quite remarkable. The story is believable and captivating. I highly recommend and am looking forward to her next effort.
A Woman of Valor, October 27, 2009
By
Michael L. Costello (Santa Fe, NM) - See all my reviews
Amazon Verified Purchase(What's this?) I cut my teeth on mystery novels and they're still my favorite reading, so I surprised myself by reading Sheila's movel at the recommendation of a friend. I loved her book -- and that's not something I say very often. Sheila told a story that was so real to me that I cried. Her Ana is indeed a woman of valor, fighting her way out of the dark into the light of friendship and love.
Here's Nat's nice review from her blog: In Spring It is the Dawn
Thursday, October 29, 2009
'The Road from La Cueva'
This was a beautifully written story of a woman struggling to lead a life of her own choosing, trapped in a marriage by her overbearing, controlling husband but afraid to leave for the sake of their daughter. The story follows Ana as she comes to some realisations about herself and the people around her, and as she essentially learns how to become her own person. The author said in her
guest post at Tip of the Iceberg that she “basically used [her] own life as material”, and the story did feel very real and personal. The author is also a poet, and I think that careful wordsmanship comes through very clearly in her prose. There were some wonderful descriptions throughout, as well as some clever metaphors that beautifully express Ana’s struggle to become free.
He ran his fingers around the rim of the cup. “See how this isn’t even? The Japanese call this 'shibui', the flaw that makes something beautiful. The shape has to have some room, some freedom.” …. “Like with people,” he said, and she nodded. As an aside, I loved this quote because I, too, admire the natural, 'flawed' beauty often seen in Japanese pottery. We don't have any really fancy dishes but some of my favourites are the ones that we picked up in Mashiko, one of the areas in Japan famous for pottery, quite a few years ago. Some might consider them rough, and asymmetrical, but I think they're beautiful.
She pictured how he must have looked when he wrote the letter, saw his hands, his chapped, strong, tender hands, as he penned it. … He hadn’t needed to say more. … The words lay cruelly on the thick gray paper. She imagined him planning it while chopping wood or wedging clay, giving his anger back to the earth, to hold for him. He would hold the anger in while he was at work. It would still be waiting for him when he got home. The anger would sleep with him at night, wrapping itself around his heart like the parasitic mistletoe on the juniper trees. It would reveal itself in the pots he made, in crude, squat stoneware heavy with the weight of their emptiness.I thoroughly enjoyed this slim novel and in fact, I would’ve been quite happy if it had been longer, but as it is, it’s a touching story with an important message. Namely, that no matter how we have ended up in a situation, whether through our own poor choices or not, we do have the power to change our circumstances, to escape if needed, if only we can find the strength within ourselves to do so. Truly, a lovely little book.The author is working on her next book, apparently to be set in Canada, and I very much look forward to reading more by Sheila Ortego in the future.For more information on the author or the book, visit
Sheila Ortego's blog, and
this article in the Huffington Post.Thank you to the author, Sheila Ortego, for the opportunity to read this book.Buy this book at:
Amazon.com Amazon.ca Amazon.co.uk BookDepository.co.uk BookDepository.com
I really liked Henry Finney's 'Monster Myths' poem at the Live Poets Society meeting today - in fact, it inspired this poem. I can't explain it - it's sort of silly - like a dream - one in which good prevails, but you are left wondering what the tiger is all about. Illness? Work? Uncertainty? Maybe I will figure it out as I rewrite it a few times, but here my rendition is, as it stands today...
Tiger Hunger
You are swinging your arms
Walking on sunshine
So tall, the trees shimmer below
And the clouds circle your head
Everything is wrapped up
Tied in a shiny bow
I hang on your waist
Like Curious George
And you like the man in the Yellow Hat
And just when all is right with the world
This god-damned tiger
Leaps from undergrowth
Knocks you down
Starts gnawing on your leg
One funny thing I notice
Is that the tiger is smiling
He has you!!
He glances up to see if you’re writhing
but there’s not much pain
and no blood to speak of
You peel him off
(Taking action to save yourself! Good!)
And lean over to inspect the wound
It’s about 8 inches long
Enough to warrant stitches
He watches from the sidelines,
Still smiling, Cheshire-like.
He speaks.
Breakfast of champions,
he says
I’m a pro
Only the best for me, Sports Dude
Today, basketball players
Tomorrow, I’ll check out the hockey.
