We are blessed.
One of our members - whom I shall randomly nickname the Elf to protect her identity - has a super power - a gift some might rightly say.
After only a few minutes of conversation with you, she is able to magically present you with books that you'll not only want to read; you'll NEED to read.
These books will end up being the ones that you carry in your heart forever, stay up till 2am on a work night to finish without regret, ponder over for weeks after finishing them, recommend to friends and family or compulsively thrust upon strangers in the hope that their lives will similarly be as positively affected. The better that the Elf knows you - the more spot on and essential her choices.
Obviously, I can't tell you who it is. Like all the greatest of gifts; it can be something of a burden. Quite how she manages to resist the urge to snatch the 'wrong' book out of someone hands is beyond me. Her self-control is to be admired.
So when I tell you that I was told by this Elf character to drop everything and start The Book Of Human Skin, I'm sure you can understand why I did just that - abandoned all other literary obligations and dove right in.
Midday, 13th May, 1784: An earthquake in Peru tears up the white streets
of Arequipa. As the dust settles, a young girl with fanaticism already branded
on her face arrives at the devastated convent of Santa Catalina. At the same
moment, oceans away in Venice, the infant Minguillo Fasan tears his way out of
his mother's womb. The great Palazzo Espagnol, built on Peruvian silver and New
World drugs, has an heir. Twelve years later, Venice is in Napoleon's sights
and Minguillo, who has already contrived to lose one sibling, is listening to
the birth-cries of his new sister Marcella, a delicate, soft-skinned threat to
his inheritance. Meanwhile, at Santa Catalina, the scarred young girl has
become Sor Loreta, whose craving for sainthood is taking a decidedly sinister
turn. Minguillo's livid jealousy will condemn his sister to a series of fates
as a cripple, a madwoman and a nun. But Marcella Fasan is not quite the soft
target Minguillo imagines. Aided by a loyal servant, an irascible
portrait-painter, a young doctor obsessed with skin, a warhorse of a Scottish
merchant and a cigar-smoking pornographer nun, Marcella pits her sense of
humour, her clever pencil and her fierce heart against Minguillo's pitiless
machinations. Her journey takes her from Napoleon's shamed Venice to the last
picaresque days of colonial Peru - where the fanatical Sor Loreta has plans of
her own for the young girl from Venice.
The
book opens and lets you know immediately that it could become uncomfortable
reading. And then it rapidly delivers.
I
don’t want to give anything away of the story. It’s too worth exploring
yourself. So; I’ll just do a bit of a run down on my impressions of some of the
main points. Once you’ve read the book; drop me a line – I’ll be thrilled to
discuss it in detail.
Featuring
some of the most deeply unpleasantly vicious characters ever to grace a page;
the story does not shy away from describing some truly horrifying acts. In a
few places, I rolled my eyes, disgusted at how OTT it was...then looked the
particulars up and found out that these things used to actually happen.
The
more foul/sexist/derogatory or inhumane the act; the more likely that it was in
fact historically accurate - somewhat like the Handmaid's tale by Margaret
Atwood – where every indignity suffered by the protagonist had actually
occurred in our history.
I
quite enjoyed reading the different narrative threads, though if I’m totally
honest with you, it took some time to get into. The book opens with the voices
of Sor Loreta and Minguillo dominant. Their twisted world vision provides
interesting perspectives though I personally preferred it when those of kinder
intent started to take over the narration. For one thing; without the constant
glorification of self; the story began to flow a lot more smoothly. For
another; you feel like you're seeing a much more honest view of the world.
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| Santa Catalina |
I
think that Sor Loreta was my favourite character. Never before have I read a
character that so deeply winded me up and thrilled me simultaneously. Her
self-belief, arrogance and fanaticism, coupled with her distaste for all around
her comes across clearly from the get go. Within seconds of starting her
narrative; you forget all about relating to her and just enjoy trying to depict
the world described without her deep-rooted hatred tingeing everything.
Throughout the book every time I saw the font that indicated her particular
thought patterns (really nice little structural touch there) I had this dirty
little thrill of delight. It is endlessly fascinating to me that she was able
to get away with so much for so long. It makes sense though – given the
financial arrangement behind her cloistering – is that a word? I suppose if you
pay for your insane daughter to be housed somewhere; you expect her to be let
to her own devices as much as possible. You certainly don’t expect her to be up
on charges or anything. Sor Loreta is, without doubt, an evil vicious cow. And
I loved her for it.
I
was somewhat less enamoured with Minguillo. Yes. He is equally arrogant, rude,
nasty and cruel. However, the balance of power is all in his favour. The best
thing about his perspective was contrasting it with other, more honest voices –
his clothing for example – so important to him; a point of ridicule for
everyone else – endlessly enjoyable. I think one of the things that I struggled
with was his ability to get away with everything from such a young age. For me;
his later villainy would have been more palatable and agreeable if it hadn’t
been spelled out that he was a ‘wrong ‘un’ so early in the narrative. It was my
only quibble but I felt a fairly major one.
The
positive strands within the story are all interwoven, revolving around Marcella
– the much maligned sister. She, her servant and her doctor break up the evil
strands at the start of the novel; only really stepping up at the half way
mark. Though each character has a unique voice and perspective; they are just a
teeny tiny bit dull when viewed in comparison with the ‘baddies’ – as is often
the case with these either or character types. Having said that; the way they
articulate their world feels like a far better honest evaluation of the
political and economic times. And they were clearly fascinating times.
The
author clearly loves Venice and has researched the time frame backwards and
forwards. I wasn’t three chapters in before I was just DYING to go for a visit.
If she ain’t on the tourist board…she should be!!
I haven't read any of Michelle Lovric before, but I will definately be seeking out more of her work in the future.
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