Review | Icons, Margaret Stohl

11861715Beautiful Creatures co-author Margaret Stohl begins a new YA dystopia/fantasy series with Icons. Aliens have taken over the world, and a select group of teens have supernatural powers, though it’s unclear where the powers came from, or what the purpose of these powers are (presumably to defeat the aliens and taken back human freedom?).

As the first book in any series, the primary task of Icons is to establish its world and introduce readers to the characters. As such, it does start off a bit slow, though I enjoyed the introductory scenes of Dol and her best friend Ro in the countryside. The introductory chapters in particular have much too many parallels to The Hunger Games. Apart from the obvious — dystopian world — there’s the female protagonist Dol with hot, brooding, angsty male best friend Ro who wants to overthrow the system, they’re each the only one who really understands the other, they both enjoy spending time in the outdoors. Then, we later meet Lucas, instantly recognizable to any avid YA reader as the other point in this love triangle, who is a blond ray of light and love, connecting to Dol in a very different, much more hopeful way than Ro’s anger does, and who has a natural ability to charm people. Katniss, Gale and Peeta, anyone? Dol however does suffer in comparison to Katniss, being a much less kick ass, much more emo heroine.

That being said, it’s hard to fault Dol for being emo. The superpowers in this series are closely linked to emotions, and to anyone who has studied a bit of Spanish, Dol’s full name Doloria gives a pretty strong hint what emotion she embodies. Stohl tries to broaden Dol’s range a bit by also gifting her with a heightened sense of empathy, but really, being born with the innate capacity for sorrow must really suck. There isn’t any subtlety with Stohl’s treatment of the teens and their powers, which is unfortunate given the potential richness of the world she has created. Take for example the character names: Ro’s real name is Furo, which explains why he’s always angry, Lucas’ full name is Lucas Amare (light and love), etc. It’s all just a bit too obvious, and when it comes to predicting how characters will react to any given situation, their names pretty much say it all.

Still, the book is a fun read overall, and the story picks up when Dol and Ro are captured and sent to the embassy. Along with Lucas and a fourth teen Tima, they are monitored and their abilities tested, and while the purpose is unclear, intriguing snippets from rebel documents hint at the symbolic significance of these powers. Stohl drops just enough hints to keep the villains intriguing — the aliens’ human representative, Ambassador Amare (Lucas’ mother, which adds an interesting dimension to both characters) is as much a victim of these aliens rather than a pure villain, and the ending hints at a much more emotionally gripping sequel.

I also love that the protagonist is a person of colour, as well, that the Ambassador, probably the highest position a human can attain in Stohl’s world, is a woman, Lucas’ mother rather than his father. Even better, while these details are mentioned, Stohl doesn’t beat us over the head with them, suggesting a time when it becomes mainstream for books to have people of colour as protagonists and women in top positions of power. Given the wide range of YA books in the market as well as the genre’s popularity, these little touches make a statement, and make Icons stand out in a very good way.

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Thank you to Hachette Book Group Canada for an advance reading copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Review | The Lucy Variations, Sara Zarr

11819981Imagine being a has-been at sixteen. Sara Zarr’s The Lucy Variations tells the story of Lucy Beck-Moreau, a world-famous concert pianist by fourteen, who mysteriously walked away from a concert, and her music career, a couple of years later. Then her brother Gus gets a new piano teacher, Will, who befriends Lucy and encourages her to play the piano again, if only just for herself.

Lucy has faced a tremendous amount of pressure, particularly for a teenager, and her ability to deal with it is remarkable. I was a total achiever type in high school, and I can sympathize with Lucy’s need to excel, and her concern that doing something “just for fun” is a criminal waste of potential. Thankfully, my nerditude and desire for straight A’s were much more below the radar than Lucy’s concert career. Unlike Lucy, I never had to deal with hundreds of people watching me, nor did I have to deal with media outlets speculating about my reasons for an emotional decision.

So I sympathize. I remember the fear of making mistakes, the fear that each decision I make is momentous and irreversible. I never really outgrew that, but I do remember it being much more intense when I was a teenager. What if I flunk this one test? What if I choose the wrong major in university? For Lucy, her fear that walking away from a concert career means walking away from the piano altogether is exacerbated by her grandfather’s rigid stance on the topic. I can also definitely understand the appeal of Will, the piano teacher who argues that music is, first and foremost, a passion one must pursue, rather than a career. Many of us have been lucky enough to have had an inspiring figure like that growing up, who encourages us to connect with our deepest passions. So I can sympathize with Lucy’s crush on him.

The thing is, Lucy believes way too much in her own hype. She grew up as a special snowflake, Mary Sue type character, and acts like it. Can she play the piano again? Does Will like her, like like like her? Over and again, ad infinitum. At one point, another character points out that while Lucy was famous in the concert pianist circuit, that hardly translated into stardom with a general public. Yes! I wanted to say. Thank you! Again, I understand that Lucy puts a lot of pressure on herself, and I can understand the fear of playing the piano again when you know your skills have become rusty. Still, there were times when I wanted to tell her to grow up and get over herself.

I don’t think protagonists in books should necessarily be likeable, but when an author creates much more complex and interesting characters to support her, and instead chooses to focus on the protagonist’s sense of entitlement and navel gazing angst, I just want the author to shift her focus elsewhere. Quite frankly, while certainly serious, Lucy’s dilemma is nowhere near as earth shattering as she believes, which makes it all the more frustrating when she expects that her family and friends should be more concerned about her than about their own lives.

Take Lucy’s best friend Reyna for example. Reyna is going through some major family issues, and understandably needs to vent. Instead, Lucy pressures her into going to a party and staying at that party just so Lucy will have a ride. Worse, the whole point of Lucy going to that party in the first place is to see Will, a relationship with rather skeevy romantic undertones, considering the age difference and the fact that he is her brother’s teacher. At one point, Gus, who looks up to Will as a mentor and views him as a friend, pleads with Lucy to leave Will alone, so as not to ruin things. The lack of self-awareness in Lucy’s response is grating — she can’t give up Will, because unlike Will and Gus who are really just student and teacher, she and Will actually are friends, and actually do have a connection. I can understand her wanting Will as a mentor, and I can even understand her having a crush on him. But her sense of superiority over Gus — he’s the kid while she’s the mature sibling who can hang with the adults — is just annoying, as is her unwillingness to even consider something that obviously means so much to her younger brother.

The Lucy Variations is an interesting book, and Lucy’s situation is certainly one to sympathize with. Still, and particularly after seeing how much Reyna, Gus and the others around her are beyond supportive, I just want to tell Lucy to grow up and deal with it.

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Thanks to Hachette Book Group Canada for an advance reading copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

 

Review | Confessions of a Fairy’s Daughter, Alison Wearing

coverWhen a former boyfriend meets her father for the first time, “his hands flittering around in the air like manic butterflies,” Alison Wearing smiles proudly and says, “That’s not a stereotype. That’s my dad.” [p. 9] Confessions of a Fairy’s Daughter: Growing up with a Gay Dad
is a heartfelt, honest memoir about a young girl dealing with the discovery that her father is gay. LGBTQ rights still have quite an uphill battle these days, but Alison Wearing’s father had an even more difficult time of it. Among the most fascinating chapters in the book deal with the Toronto gay scene in the 1980s, including the horrific story of brutal police raids of gay bath houses. “What have the police got against cleanliness?” Margaret Atwood quips. [p. 106] While more about a family’s personal struggle than the wider social context, Wearing’s memoir has some sharp insights into gay life in Toronto, particularly from her father.

“If I’d been born ten years earlier, it’s very possible that I would never have come out at all,” he said in response to something I had asked about the timing of it, his being in the vanguard of the gay revolution. “And if I’d been born ten years later, most probably I would never have married.” [p. 162]

Wearing’s father has had a long time to think about his sexuality, and his tentative forays into accepting it wholly, even with a wife and children back home, are portrayed with sensitivity. On one hand, you can’t help but cheer him on, as he meets other gay fathers and realizes he isn’t the only man who married a woman in order to conform to social norms. Wearing writes about how gay fathers were ostracized even within the gay community, as if their marriage to women were a betrayal of the gay movement. Her father’s struggle to accept himself and his ultimate decision to live openly as a gay man are both courageous decisions, particularly in the politically charged atmosphere of the eighties, and it’s painful to read how he is rejected even by some of his closest family members.

On the other hand, and Wearing’s sensitivity to multiple points of view aids in this, her father’s decision to come out of the closet affected not just him, but his family as well. In some ways, Wearing is lucky because both her parents are very loving and have always taken care of her and her siblings. As a schoolfriend whose parents are constantly fighting points out, “So your father’s a faggot, big whoop. At least he’s not a lying, cheating, son-of-a-bitch, drunken asshole.” [p. 100] Still, Wearing’s father’s homosexuality does cause the end of his marriage, and Wearing writes with great sensitivity about her experience as the daughter of divorced parents.

It never occurred to me to hate Dad for being gay […] What I did hate was the Greyhound bus, that long sprint on the dog’s back to and from Toronto. […] I hated the shame my mother wore in her eyes […] But more than anything else, I hated all the stories I needed to invent about my life, the dancing pink elephant in the room that I spent my adolescence trying to conceal. [p. 118 – 119]

A few chapters later, Wearing says that the gay part is incidental; it is the parenting part that is important. And in some ways, her experience is touchingly similar to other kids whose parents have separated for other reasons. The elephant she tries to conceal may be dancing and pink, but many families have their own elephants to hide. In this way, Wearing takes what at first seems like a very difficult experience to imagine — how would it feel to have a gay father? — and makes it familiar and relatable. When she wonders why her father “can’t keep being normal during the week and just go to Toronto to be gay on the weekends” [p. 86], it’s a poignant appeal to at least the appearance of normal family life, while still allowing her father (partial) freedom to be happy.

Possibly the most compelling figure in this story is Wearing’s mother, and to the author’s credit, she gives her mother’s less glamourous, less politically charged, story its due. Wearing even includes a few chapters with her mother’s point of view — sadly, it isn’t quite as extensive as Wearing’s own account or her father’s, but that is due more to the mother’s desire for privacy than anything. While Wearing’s father grappled with his sexuality, her mother was left to be the anchor for the children. Thus, when Wearing’s mother started dating another man, Wearing was furious: “Terrified, actually. Convinced she was going to disappear too.” [p. 124]

Wearing’s mother was the source of stability for her children, giving them something to cling on to even when their father spent a lot of time away from home. To Wearing’s credit, she is aware of the unfairness of her behaviour towards her mother.

It wouldn’t have dawned on me to create such drama over one of my dad’s departures. He had come and gone for so long, I never imagined I had any control over his whereabouts. And he had always had a social life outside the house. But if the double standard drove my mother “round the bend,” she never pointed it out to me. [p. 125 – 126]

This, too, is a form of heroism, much quieter than the courage displayed by Wearing’s father in coming out, but no less important. I only wish I got to hear more of the story from Wearing’s mother’s perspective.

Confessions of a Fairy’s Daughter is a tender, often amusing memoir. Wearing’s affection for her parents, and her desire to understand them, shine through and add emotional weight to their stories. I can’t even begin to comprehend the struggles gay individuals face today, never mind in the 1980s when homosexuality was just starting to fight for acceptance. But in Wearing’s book at least, love seems to go quite a long way.

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Thank you to Random House Canada for an advance reading copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.