8 January

Book Review: Are Men’s Lives Worth Saving?

by Jon Katz
Book Review
Book Review

First in a new series of weekly book reviews from Bedlam Farm.

It is so difficult sometimes to endure men that we forget that it is not easy to be one. To see the tragedy of men and their tortured history and agonizing roles in the world, just look at the news from Washington on a given day, where the posturing, hostility and narcissism are on display before the world. When they are not killing one another, they are…well, killing one another. Men have soaked the world in blood and shame and most people are too busy surviving them to spend much time to try and understand them.

It is an article of faith among women that men don’t talk about their feelings easily, unless they are gay.

Perhaps as a consequence, there are very few good novels about men, especially novels that women can read and enjoy. Jonathan Tropper has written a very good one, “One Last Thing Before I Go,” from Dutton, available in print and digital form, everywhere books are sold and from Battenkill Books, online and on the phone. (518 677- 2515).

Drew Silver is a middle-aged drummer who had his moment of fame some years back, and is now playing weddings and Bar Mitzvah’s, when he is not staring at the walls. He lives in the Versailles apartment building, a refuge for divorced men seeking to rebuild their lives, a dreary place filled with mostly bitter, lonely and confused refugees who washed up in this lonely place, spending their days hiding in their apartments or ogling young girls from a nearby college who sneak in to use the pool. The Versailles is the place everyman fears and no man wants to be.

Once a week, Silver goes to a book store and watches – hiding from behind a bookshelf –  an appealing female guitarist play for children at kid’s book hour. In a year, he has not been able to bring himself to talk to her. Silver is a mess, a lousy husband and ex-husband, a terrible father whose daughter Casey asks him at one point if he knows he is an asshole. Yes, he says, I do. “Why are you?,” she asks. “I don’t know,” he says.

And it’s true. He has no idea how he ended up in the Versailles, seen his career and relationships ebb away like a low tide.  Life has gotten away from Silver, although he desperately wants to re-connect with his daughter Casey, who is soon to head out for Princeton. He gets the chance to be a father again when she blurts out that she  is pregnant. And he sees that she needs him.  Soon after, Drew learns that he has a heart condition that will kill him if he doesn’t get surgery very soon. The surgeon who diagnoses him is the man his ex-wife is about to marry and who just bought his daughter a classy new car to take to school. It troubles Silver that he likes this man more than he should.

Silver stuns his family by refusing the surgery, saying he has no reason to live if he can’t do right by his daughter and deserve to rebuild his shattered life. There are strong females in this book – Silver’s daughter and ex-wife especially, so we see his life through their point of view as well as his. In a way, this is women’s book about men.

And there are strong friendships – there is a fellowship in loneliness and alienation at the Versailles.  I enjoyed this book and recommend it highly, even if Silver’s passivity is sometimes frustrating. We see his need to change so clearly there is an urge to yell at him, just as his daughter does: “wake up!”

This is a novel of love and friendship – some men are very good at friendship, and Silver’s friends at the Versailles support him in every way and help him try and come to terms with his life. Women will find the subject matter compelling – we all know a Silver, grew up with one or maybe even live with one.

Before he can even consider saving his life, Silver goes on a mission to salvage his relationship with his daughter, and through that, his own life. A man’s love for his daughter can be as powerful as any kind of love, and when it goes awry, it can rip apart a man’s heart as deeply as a knife. The Versailles is hilariously rendered, as are the lonely and struggling men who live there. Casey’s love for her father in powerful and unsparing as is his bewilderment at his failures as a parent. Why did you tell me you were pregnant?, he asks, and not your mother. Because I don’t care much what you think, she says. Still, she never quits on Silver, at one point moving into his shabby apartment to keep an eye on him. And he never quits on her. I was rooting for Silver from the first page, a likeable lost soul. He is everyman in a number of ways – good of heart, with good intentions, and absolutely no idea how to live in the realm of honest emotions or to tell the truth about his feelings.

It is the emotional disconnection of men – perhaps the biggest complaint many women have about the men in their lives – that is Tropper’s real target, the subject of “One Last Thing…” At certain points in the book I thought it was a bit over-the-top for Silver to have to face imminent suffering, pain and death before he could rally himself to be a good father to his hurt-but-forgiving daughter. On the other hand, I was reminded that I often tell people the only men I like were either tortured as children or humiliated as adults. It does, perhaps, take a near death experience to open many men up (this hits close to home). I guess that was the point of Silver’s dilemma.

Tropper is a gifted and perceptive writer. His story is sometimes as funny as it is wrenching. I really liked the ending, it was just right. From beginning to the end, Silver grapples with a poignant question – is his life worth saving or not? In  his own way, on his own terms, it’s a question every man asks at one point or another in his life.

I’ll be reviewing books once a week or so on the blog. Saturday, I begin work at Battenkill Books from 11 to 2 p.m. as Recommender-In-Chief (RIC), working the floor, helping people find the books they want, need or might enjoy. My job isn’t to talk about dogs or my books, but to help people find the right books for them. I’ll be doing this until Connie tosses me out.

8 January

Connection: Drinking Deeply Of Love

by Jon Katz
Moments Of Love
Moments Of Love

In the middle of afternoon chores, after hauling buckets, stuffing the feeders with hay, cleaning out the chicken coop, feeding the elusive barn cats, herding sheep, a working dog and a human being, both filled with love, with emotions so close to the surface, pause on their busy way to exchange a moment of love, a connection. This is true of me and Maria also, and now of Red. We always stop in our rushing, e-mailing, creating, worrying to exchange moments of love, to remind us why we are here, what is important, what our lives are really about. I can worry about money or listen to the angry men or I can worry about love.

8 January

Meditation Dog: Mandy, Red

by Jon Katz
Meditation Dog: Mandy, Red
Meditation Dog: Mandy, Red

Mandy Meyer-Hill and Red have a special relationship. Mandy went to Virginia to pick Red up from Dr. Karen Thompson and Red always cries, nearly melts when he sees her. A special bond. Mandy has opened a new healing center, Stairway Healing Arts and Maria and I (and Red) often go to her meditation sessions, beautiful time in her peaceful space, free to the public. As the session ended, Red went over to Mandy, as he often does, and the photo speaks for itself of healing, openness and love.

8 January

Big News: Starting Saturday, New Job For Red And Me: At Battenkill Books

by Jon Katz
New Job For Red And Me, At Battenkill Books.
New Job For Red And Me, At Battenkill Books.

I have some happy and important news to share. I’ve just accepted a job at Battenkill Books, Cambridge, N .Y., working every Saturday at mid-day, working the bookstore floor to help match people up with books that they might like or need. Connie won’t let me near the cash register, so I won’t be selling the books, just recommending them and helping people find them.  Sort of a literary floor walker. It’s a great opportunity for me to stay close to the culture of reading, which I love (I am reading six or seven books a week these days) and to do something I think writers ought to be doing, which is actively helping great independent bookstores to thrive and prosper. It’s one thing to say we love and need bookstores, another to actively help them survive and grow. If I can be of help to people in finding books for them – I am very good at this, just ask Maria – all the better.

Connie and I have been working closely together for several years, I feel she and Marilyn are my family, in many ways. I sign and personalize any of my books purchased through Battenkill or via their website. We’ve sold thousands of books that way. I am always thinking of ways to support writing and bookstores, even as I use my Kindle to buy some books instantly and less expensively. I am enjoying my Kindle but I want to also keep buying and reading books from bookstores, and on paper.

One of the great things about bookstores is that people get to talk with knowledgeable people who can help them find books they will enjoy reading. That was lost when the megastores popped up, but it is returning. I keep up with publishing, read obsessively, and have written 23 books. So I think it’s a good job for me. Starting Saturday, Red and I will be at Battenkill Books, Main Street, Cambridge, from ll a.m. to 2 p.m. We’ll be there every week (barring travel and book tours and vacations) throughout the year. I will familiarize myself with the store inventory, keep up with new publishing titles and share my own experiences reading current fiction, non-fiction and mysteries. I’m also a children’s book writer and hope to help people find good titles for their kids.

I can help recommend books for readers, also as gifts for friends and family members. I’m happy to meet people, but I’m not there to talk about my dogs or my life, but about books. I’ll stick to that discipline. When it’s slow, I’ll check out the books in the store and help dust and shelve.

I have witnessed how hard Connie works in the store, how difficult running a bookstore is in the best of times. Being a writer isn’t simple either, but doing what we love is more precious than anything. It is hard for her to read as much as she would like. I spent half my nights reading and I would be happy to share my expertise and ideas as a writer, reader and a person who believes strongly that corporations are too powerful in America, too greedy and impersonal and individuals like Connie need to be encouraged and supported. So come on bye if you wish – or you can call and get book recommendations from me also, if you are getting your books from Battenkill or an independent bookstore. The store’s number is 518 677-2515. I am not uncomfortable with e-book readers, hey have an important place in publishing and are helping many people learn to love books and reading inexpensively and conveniently. Nobody needs to apologize for using them. I do and I write e-books as well.

But there is nothing sweeter than going to a bookstore and finding someone to talk to about books to buy and read. I’m reading John Banville’s new novel right now, and I can’t imagine getting that on an e-book reader. If I can help that, then this will be great and meaningful work for me. Red will be coming along to greet and meet new girlfriends.

I will also be starting a new feature on the blog, weekly book reviews of books I am reading. My first review will be of Jonathan Tropper’s new novel, “One Last Thing Before I Go.” It is that  rarest of novels, a sweet, penetrating and disturbing look at the emotional lives of men. I’ll put my reviews up on  Tuesday’s. Next I’ll review “Me Before You,” by Jojo Moyes. I write about dogs, animals, rural life, but my identity as a writer is central to me, and this is a wonderful way to nourish it. Poor Connie, I hope she can survive me. Red is primed for this. A born cuddler and greeter.

8 January

Thinking Out Loud: Simon’s Voice

by Jon Katz
Simon's Voice
Simon’s Voice

I’ve been up at odd hours thinking about Simon’s voice in the book chapters I am working on. This is a tricky thing, because a donkey speaking is fiction and my book is non-fiction. The donkey would be speaking the truth but thinking about Simon’s character has been fascinating for me. A creative challenge. I see Simon as a creature who loves life. He loves people and attention. He seems to me to live for food, sex and his companions, Lulu and Fanny. He is very wise about people, reads them easily. I think of all the animals I have known, he is the most intuitive the most wired into human emotion. He reads me in a way that is so thorough it is almost eerie. If I am in a bad mood, he vanishes. If I have something in my pocket, he knows it before I get out to see him.

I think Simon is a healer, he taps into pain and sorrow. He is trusting, but also seems to accept the donkey ethos – of all the animals in the world, they work the hardest and suffer the most. They know humans well, especially their many foibles and contradictions. Animals know better than any living things the cruel, fickle and aberrant nature of humans, possessing great reservoirs of love, cruelty and brutality. I see donkeys as spiritual creatures, mystics. The voice of the donkeys is sad, knowing, wise. They see into our souls, help us to see ourselves, to open. I have to figure out if this fits into a book, and how.

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