Here is another book review by George Conyngham. George entered it in our monthly Book Review Competition. To enter the Book Review Competition, entrants are to write a book review of between 400–600 words. The book reviews must address a fiction or non-fiction book that fits into the theme for the relevant month. Entries are due by the last Friday of each month. The winner for each month will win a prize pack, and will also have the opportunity to read their winning entry on the library podcast, Listeners in the Mist.
Would you like to enter a book review for this month? Please email a 400-600 word review of a fiction or non-fiction book, with the June theme of ‘Dream’, to: firstname.lastname@example.org , along with your name, library card number and contact phone number. Good luck!
Duplicity Dogged the Daschund by Blaise Clements
Published by Thorndike /Chivers in 2007. 389 pages.
Found on the Large Print shelves at CLEMENTS
. . . “The air was charged, continually vibrating with massive air quakes.”
. . . “Then I looked directly into the great maw of churning sea and raging wind and gave it back my own sound; my fury and hatred, my despair and hopelessness, the rage and heartbreak . . .”
And from a loving, young mother and wife at that. There it is in all its brilliance. What does it tell you? Read on.
Here is a story of a woman who has been ‘there’ survived and returned not only from personal hell but from imposed torture. Read the third quote and think . . .
You must know that ‘hope springs.” Yet, there is much more to go for this admiable modern young woman. To hint further is not practical. A placid start from the author leads one into the hopelessness of life of one who has suffered tragedy. No, I do not exaggerate. Life for her has ended and her future is hopelessly devoted to tending animals. She sets up her own future tending with love and care lesser beings. This is her living, now.
No future but living. Her career is in tatters as she and her friends realise that she, a talented young woman, has no future. What happens when life is ended, happens. Yet one must live.
It is not intended to spoil even one small portion of this story. You will, I think, come to agree with my suggestion that it really is a dream. A savage dream. The author portrays this saga of life as a savage drama in all its low decrepit depravity. Yet she is not a weakling. She is soft and lovable – but – heroes and heroines are made of this.
Dishonour, deceit, deception and raw life are forced upon this valorous housewife. There is no escape as destiny moves her into a criminal mystery. True friendships try valiantly to guide, protect and help her. Advice abounds but she and she alone is to brave her fortunes and misfortunes.
You have heard of ‘stream of consciousness’. You and you alone will reach your own conclusions. But you and you alone will enjoy, suffer and rejoice in these moments of valorous life. The author has written a remarkable and highly realistic story.