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Music Saves Souls

La'sOrchestraAlexander McCall Smith’s story “La’s Orchestra Saves the World” is a departure from his usual much-enjoyed series, but still maintains elements of his quiet observations of life in the mouths of his unique and lovable characters.  This story, told from the viewpoint of a young widow during World War II, examines the human condition in the English countryside, as young men go off to war and don’t return, rationing and food scarcities bring out the best or the worse in neighbors, and everyone is just struggling to find their balance in a country which has suddenly been threatened with extinction.  La, the main character, is an educated woman who has always felt marginalized in life, first by a husband who refused to let her hold a  job and then by the War Department, being given only small tasks to help with the war effort.  Her sense of being a “handmaiden” in life, of always watching from the sidelines and not being truly involved, is also played out in her relationship with a handsome Polish flyer, who is taken in by his English counterparts and given sanctuary during the war.  Despite La’s intense feelings for the man, she does nothing to act upon them and turns away from opportunities when presented.  La’s world in the Suffolk countryside tending the chickens and forever doing battle against the marauding fox is a small mirror of the greater world outside, fighting for its life against the threat from Germany.  The descriptions of the small town, the people becoming suspicious of one another in one instance, and going to great lengths to help in others, is a microcosm of the human condition at large.  A.M. Smith as always does a beautiful job in portraying the day-to-day minutia of life, capturing the divine in the smallest task.  The story’s strength is in the first two parts; in the third, at the very end, the author tends to get very preachy and it feels as if we have left La’s thoughts and are reading his directly.  His message in the end–a condemnation of the horror that would result from a nuclear war–is well taken, but feels ham-fisted, rushed, and forced in comparison with the the gentle, subtle prose of the fist part of the story.   orchestra

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Going to the Dogs

Sometimes when I’m reading a lot of books in a row that deal with “weighty” topics, or require some intellectual heavy lifting, I turn to some lighter fare for a change of pace.  It is not unlike opening the window in the dead of winter to air out an over-heated and musty room, or to savor a spoonful of sorbet between courses rich in sauces and rich meats.  Well, for me, lately, this breath of fresh air has come in the series of books by Alexander McCall Smith–the series that started with EddiedelaHay1 EddiedelaHay2“Corduroy Mansions” –featuring a feisty little Pimlico terrier named Eddie de la Hay and a series of quirky characters who dwell in genteel poverty in a housing complex for which it is named.   Dipping into one of the books in this series (The Dog Who Came in from the Cold, A Conspiracy of Friends) is like putting on a comfy pair of slippers: the same characters  return in new situations, relationships develop and evolve, and the intrepid terrier is there to comment on all who surround him.  I love Smith’s gentle wit and wry humor, revealed through the philosophy expressed by the characters, in particular, the middle-aged wine merchant, William French.  Even the names of the characters brings a smile: Oedipus Snark, Terence Moongrove, etc.

I first discovered this series because the book’s cover had the picture of a charming little dog, one which looked like a Jack Russell Terrier (JRT).  So, judging a book by its cover, I took it home.  When I needed another dose of comfort, I bought the second in the series, “The Dog Who Came in from the Cold,” which featured our hero the terrier.  Now, a word about such dogs… I have a JRT and she has been the most challenging dog I have ever owned.  She is a runt, only nine pounds, but for all those nine pounds she is more like nine tons of trouble.  MaddieShe has black “button eyes,”  velvet triangles of floppy ears, and a masterful head tilt, which will melt your heart, until you see just beyond her that she has torn apart the diningroom chair, or dug up a plant in the livingroom.  My husband shakes his head and laments, “The devil hath a pleasing face…” She refused to be housebroken for two years, she chases and threatens my mare (whom she distrusts for some reason), and is convinced that she rules the roost.  No measure of firm hand has dissuaded her.  And yet, this little devil is so devoted to me that she will not leave my side, she sleeps next to me in bed, and once, when I had to leave the country for a week, sat in the driveway for several days, refusing to come in and eat, awaiting my return.  You have to be a certain skewed type of individual to love these dogs!

Which brings me to my other dog series of books… Author Jon Katz, who has written a number of books on his dogs and his pioneering life on an old dairy farm in New England, struck a note with me when I happened upon his work.  I read the book he wrote about his beloved, troubled Border Collie in “A Good Dog” and have recommended it to many people since.  But be warned, it is a difficult story.  Katz has blended his tales of the healing of people (himself included) with the healing of animals, the healing power of animals, and the seemingly lost value of isolation, quiet, and  reflection,  which he found when moving to his farm.  I have read “A Dog Year,” “The Dogs of Bedlam Farm,” “Dog Days,” “Izzy and Lenore,” and “Rose in a Storm,” which is a fictionalized story of his dogs and perhaps the weakest book of those mentioned.   Although if you read more than one of his books they can become repetitive, as some of the stories and essays seem to overlap, but they are still by equal measure cathartic, and insightful, and real.  I enjoy his work and find his writing restful–like a good dog lying at your feet.  Here, a picture of my good dog, Lexi, in the snow. LexiSnow

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