Books About Dads...

Happy early Father's Day. I didn't bother doing a Mother's Day post this year, because aren't all books about mothers, in the end? But books about dads are harder to come by, so here is a round-up of some dad books (Note: these are books about fatherhood, but not necessarily for fathers}.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee -- Duh. But Harper Lee has really been on my mind and in the news a lot lately, so it might be time for a revisit of this one, featuring small-town lawyer/civil rights advocate dad Atticus Finch.

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman -- Featuring two dads, equally terrible: weirdly Lyra's relationship with her actual father is much better when she believes he's her uncle, and by the time she figures it out, he's abandoned her to go destroy his own (metaphorical) father, God, who is not so great either. Daddy/patriarchal issues run amok all over this series. Also, moms don't fare so well either.

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel -- Recent Tony-award winner for Best Musical and a really terrific/depressing graphic memoir about Bechdel's relationship with her father, a closeted-gay man married to a woman, who may or may not have committed suicide. 

Hard Times by Charles Dickens -- A Victorian novel in which a dad tells his kids what to do and basically ruins everything, their lives and his, and then regrets it bitterly. A real big-time bummer in the dad department.

The Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx -- The story focuses on Quoyle's evolving identity as he moves to his ancestral home in Newfoundland, but I found his relationship with his two daughters to be the highlight of the book, especially because their names are Bunny and Sunshine.

Absalom, Absalom!  by William Faulkner -- In which weird, incestuous patriarchal issues abound! 

I'm noticing that these are mostlybooks about terrible fathers, which is odd because my dad is really wonderful. If you can think of any books about good dads, feel free to suggest them in the comments section.

What I'm Reading: 'The Shipping News' by Annie Proulx

My streak of Eastern Canadian literature continues this week with The Shipping News. Annie Proulx is technically an American author but this is certainly one of the best known fictional depictions of Nova Scotia, so it counts. When I picked up Who Will Run the Frog Hospital I didn't even realize what a strong French-Canadian connection it had, so this year has been highlighted with two really wonderful trips to Ontario and Quebec and tons of accompanying Canadian literature to support it, and most of it accidental.

What is there to say about a novel that won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award? It is objectively "good" in every sense of the word, although her prose style is so different from what I expected. I suppose I was anticipating a kind of spare, bleak, post-Hemingway prose style (where did this idea come from? Was it because of the 'Brokeback Mountain' dialogue?) but instead it feels more reminiscent of her American contemporaries like Philip Roth, Thomas Pynchon (no shade), and maybe even a bit of Vonnegut.

I've been thinking a lot lately about masculine vs. feminine writing styles, and wondering if anyone can tell the difference. This is mostly inspired by the Elena Ferrante situation -- a reclusive and very talented Italian woman author who many think is secretly a man, presumably because her writing is so excellent). Can anyone really tell the gender of the author by their prose? I think Annie Proulx is proof that gender assignment to writing style is complete baloney; her writing shares more stylistically with her male contemporaries, and if I had read it without knowing the author, I would have guessed the gender wrong.

Which I suppose is the point of an exercise like #ReadWomen2014 -- readers should make every effort to enjoy books written by men and women, and good literature should be good literature, not "good literature...for a woman." To get back to Annie Proulx then, and her many prizes, it seems likely that The Shipping News would have to be perceived to be such a literary accomplishment as to surpass those of Proulx's male contemporaries, whose work is often given attention, praise and prizes such much more readily. And for me, it has lived up to every bit of that hype and probably deserves a bit more.