My cold and I stayed home from work today. I slept late, had breakfast and then a long nap and after that I felt a lot better. I’m not 100% but I’m well enough to go to work tomorrow. Sigh. Tonight, I got some good work done on Magellan’s Witch and I exceeded my target word count for the day. I followed through on a few things I thought might be a total bust, and I don’t think they were at all, which is good.
I finished The Historian last night. I confess that toward the end, I was pretty enthralled. I recommend the book for sure. Kostova handles some pretty challenging structural issues with ease. The story is revealed through a combination of conversations recalled at second and some third hand, letters and documents, and very little direct experience. I think most writers would have gone splat trying to pull that off. She establishes her fiction of structure and then sticks with it. I loved the way the title became ambiguous. For me, that was the high point of the book. Who, exactly, is The Historian? There are multiple answers. The history, by the way, was fascinating. I never once even thought of skipping the history. I love books that sweep over history like this one and make me see the past as alive and vibrating. At the end, however, I said, "What?" Things ended far too easily for me. Bram Stoker did it better. And now I’ll make a strange comparison:
The Historian does not compare to Sharon Creech’s Walk Two Moons. When I finished Walk Two Moons I knew I had read a great novel. Yes, I am aware that Walk Two Moons is a YA novel and not a vampire novel either, but I was wrung out and crying at the end. Creech transported me with a story that continues to resonate with me. That’s what literature does, regardless of genre. Walk Two Moons is a book no one should miss.
I strive for that. Yeah. I have a long way to go.