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Unrecognised: Rabbits for Food & Miss Iceland

24/4/2020

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Is there discrimination against women writers? (Is there even more discrimination against older women writers?) Probably but, there being even worse things to get hung up about right now, I’ll gloss over the fact that these two novels about under-appreciated female writers – one in 1960s Iceland, the other in 21st-century New York – come from fairly successful female authors. With a couple of caveats, either or both would make great lockdown reads.

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Rabbits for Food by Binnie Kirshenbaum

As the world prepares to see out 2008 with a party, forty-year-old New York writer, Bunny, is clinically depressed. If she wasn’t, it would be a fine excuse to opt out of dinner with her husband and two other couples at a pretentious restaurant, followed by a party hosted by people she hates. But one of the paradoxes of depression is that those who are prone to it often aren’t very good at taking care of themselves, and they’re especially bad at taking care of themselves when they need it most. So despite her husband’s best efforts to dissuade her, despite not having had the energy to wash for a week, Bunny is determined to go. And where does that determination take her? Seeing in the New Year on a psychiatric ward.
 
Trust me, even those who aren’t drawn to miserablism as I am, will revel in Bunny’s mordant wit. I was close to depressed when I read it, and this made me laugh out loud (p46):


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Forget sibling rivalry: Binnie Kirshenbaum has sibling hatred to a T. Addicted to truth, she knows she’s not very likeable, as her family’s been telling her most of her life. The unloved middle child of unloving parents, and having recently lost her best friend, and her other friends being unbearably shallow, depression is understandable. But she hasn’t a shred of self-pity. If she had, she might not be so depressed.
 
It’s hard to write honestly about depression without sucking the reader into the mire and this must be one of the best – if not the best – fictional representations I’ve read. Unfortunately, the second half of the book, set on the hospital ward, falls well below the standard of the first. I know such settings can be anti-therapeutic – there’s even a recent paper on the topic with my name on here – and patients often get more support from each other than from the staff, but this felt mediocre: it could have been more entertaining if it were nastier or more convincing if there’d been more kindness, or attempts at kindness that misfired.
 
Despite this, I’d still recommend this novel for the intelligent and entertaining way it gets inside a depressed mind. But since there’s no real climax to the story, you could skip the second half. Thanks to publishers Serpent’s Tail for my review copy.
 
For anyone feeling stressed right now – so that’s everyone except the psychopaths, yeah? – I’ve borrowed this rather charming video:


Now we’ve got that out of the way, if you’re interested in novels about inpatient mental health care, why not subscribe to my author newsletter to be in with the chance of a free copy of my forthcoming novel Matilda Windsor Is Coming Home, about a brother and sister separated for fifty years against the backdrop of the longstay psychiatric hospital closures.

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Miss Iceland by Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir translated by Brian FitzGibbon

Hekla is four years old when her father takes her to see the eruption of the volcano after which she’s named; eighteen years on, she leaves the family farm for a new life in her country’s capital, Reykjavik. It’s 1963 and options are limited for women everywhere but, only recently gaining its independence from Denmark, Icelandic society is perhaps more conservative than most.
 
Hekla gets a job as a waitress, where she’s subjected to continual sexual harassment, including pestering to take part in the beauty contest from which the novel takes its name. Fortunately, our narrator declines the invitation, having set her sights on becoming a writer. But, despite her talent, getting published as a woman is almost impossible in a country that loves stories and poetry, as long as they’re written by men.
 
Her friend Ísey also writes, but her ambition has been curtailed by marriage and children; an option Hekla seems to also consider when she moves in with a poet (and can’t bring herself to tell him she also writes). Her other friend from home, Jón John, a talented fashion designer forced into dangerous work on fishing trawlers to earn his living, is even more out of place. As a gay man he risks beatings, humiliation and even imprisonment in an effort to be true to himself.
 
Having enjoyed the author’s previous novel in English translation, I was keen to read  Miss Iceland. While a little more serious in tone than Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir’s third novel in English did not disappoint. Although the theme of LGBT rights seemed slightly preachy on occasion, I found it overall a poignant tale of young people, misfits simply by being ahead of their time, striving for the fulfilment they deserve. Thanks to British publishers Pushkin Press for my advance proof copy.
 
For more on this theme, see my post Must one leave home to be a writer. This also seems a good opportunity to share a video about the theme of finding your place in my own fiction:

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For more lockdown reading, you’ve still time to enter the UK giveaway for Enter the Aardvark by Jessica Anthony, which closes at midnight on April 30th.

Cleverly plotted, beautifully written (unless you object to a second-person narrative) and unashamedly political, it’s a trenchantly honest yet uplifting tale of populist politics, closet (literally in one case) homosexuality and wearing the skins of your enemy to get what you need. The perfect antidote to Trumpian politics.

The latest call for 99-word flash fiction takes its stimulus from a story of an octogenarian romance blossoming under lockdown as spring is in the air. I’ve written two, both with an emphasis on the challenges of distanced dating: the first inspired by Rabbits for Food, albeit less comically; the second is based on the young social worker in my forthcoming novel Matilda Windsor Is Coming Home.

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Fog, unbreachable

Through the fog, he reached for me. Fingertips inches from my nose. My hands, crossed against my chest, couldn’t answer his. Fossilized, locking me in.

The tea he brought turned cold on the bedside table. The kitsch mug that held it, gifted from my dearest friend. My mind snagged on riddles: Are jokes funny? Why is the present she gave me present when she is past?

I pondered keys, bolts and doorknobs. I thought of prisons, cages, bars. Of hermits, bricked-in anchoresses. Of how I didn’t want to hurt my husband, yet hurt him a million times a day.

Can love perish between the first and second slice of toast?
 
If she’d noticed him drifting, she would’ve dismissed it. Put it down to the miles of motorway between them, the phone calls snatched between her assignments, lectures and placements; his grappling with ironing white shirts for his first grown-up job. Soon, if she got the job, they’d share a house together: a slate-roofed cottage on a dirt track, a couple of Labradors to fill the gap before babies. On summer evenings they’d walk the dogs after work, up to the fells or down to the shore. She’d overlooked his politics, but couldn’t discount his disparagement of her interview attire.

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Norah Colvin
26/4/2020 12:18:24 pm

Interesting reviews and commentary, Anne. I think I'd enjoy Miss Iceland more than Rabbits for Food, even though you say the Rabbits is humorous.
Two flash stories. That is flash. I haven't yet read Charli's post so had to pop over to read the prompt. Distance dating. I think I get it. The first is rather tragic. I'm not sure sure if she is in a straight jacket or a coffin. Could be either I think. The fog might be the same.
The second is also interesting. I think distance dating would be difficult, though I did a little of it in younger years. My clothing wasn't an issue then though. I think if it had been, it would have spelt trouble.

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Anne
26/4/2020 01:20:51 pm

Thanks, Norah, I thought it strange also that I would write two versions – and on the first day – and I think I had an idea for another one but I've forgotten that now.

I'm interested that you thought of straitjackets and coffins – neither were in my mind when I wrote it! It was actually an attempt to describe her state of mind – which failed obviously – and that even moving to reach for the tea felt too difficult.

Yeah, I did some distance dating when I was younger but it was in an established relationship that was temporarily on hold. I think Janice has a bit of a problem in gravitating towards men where there is also an ideological difference.

Hope you're staying safe and sane.

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Norah Colvin
27/4/2020 11:42:16 am

Maybe your flash didn't fail. It was the foggy mind of the reader that failed. However, it seems that if even reaching for the tea was too difficult, her feelings were like confinement - in either a strait jacket or a coffin. I just took it a bit further.
Ideological differences certainly could be distancing.

Anne
29/4/2020 02:10:02 pm

Foggy or clear, the reader is always right!

D. Avery link
26/4/2020 05:46:32 pm

So at first I thought, 'finally, Anne is reading nonfiction!', for the title and cover reminded me of the classic book by Frank G. Ashbrook, How To Raise Rabbits For Food and Fur. Remember that one, republished in 1943, with "Food is as vital as bullets To those on the home front" on the frontispiece. Perhaps timely, 'good for Anne, expanding her reading' I thought.
Nope, just more thoughtful thought provoking novels... and I liked both your flashes too. I thought coffin initially, but then realized crippling depression. Thought it funny, in the second flash, her last straw with him. You got out of the gate fast this week, and with a double. Careful, keep it under control, for it is well known that flash is addictive and for some may lead to harder writing.

I tried sharing the cover of my Rabbit book but lack that techno-know-how. Anyhow, the second of your books sounds more readable. Oh and I loved that song! Speaking of which, Karaoke (lyrics and links) is coming to the saloon, soon.

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Anne
29/4/2020 02:18:03 pm

So, when other kids had Beatrix Potter, you were reading about skinning rabbits? Reminds me that when I was growing up chicken was expensive and would often be substituted with rabbit …

Nope, it's not your lack of tech know-how – Weebly doesn't enable adding images in the comments. Not sure how you went to work that karaoke machine

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Charli Mills
27/4/2020 12:02:28 am

Anne, a couple of interesting book reviews from women's fiction. If the YouTube song was to lift spirits following some heavy pondering, well it did that and more. The Hub heard the introduction by the music teacher and said he'd heard it and it was a sweet song about John Prine. I found it odd you'd share such, so when the cathartic scream came, I busted out laughing. The Hub was mistaken about the song.

Both your flash fictions offer different distances. I found the first poignant , especially the line, "Why is the present she gave me present when she is past?" Depression moves the mind so far away. The second reminds me how we grow apart.

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Anne
29/4/2020 02:22:51 pm

I'm glad you liked the song – she carries it off so well seeming so earnest and dorky – I've just watched it again. There's not a lot getting through my rage and heavy pondering right now, so I'm extra grateful of the stuff that makes it.

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Robbie Cheadle
30/4/2020 05:14:14 am

Two interesting reviews, Anne. I have been doing research on mental asylums in South Africa during 1901 for my new book. Mental health is a strange and elusive thing and I am sure there are many depressed people right now.

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Anne
30/4/2020 06:48:28 pm

Hi, Robbie. I'd be interested if you come across any evidence of asylum is having underground cells where the most severely disturbed people were held. I've come across it twice in two novels but I'm pretty sure there weren't any remnants of that in the hospital I worked in – obviously not in 1901, although the building was from before then – nor do people I know who worked in other hospitals know anything about this.
I'll be interested to learn more about your project.

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