It’s getting to the point where I can’t remember which books have featured in Five From The Archive and which haven’t, so I’m doing my best to think up new aleatory connections between the books in my review archive… and the one I came up with for today is definitely unusual!
Five… Books About Hands
In short: Anderson runs a travel bookshop, and had an arm amputated after a severe childhood illness. Halfway to Venus is a fascinating personal, social, and cultural history of amputation and limbs.
From my review: “It is to Anderson’s credit that Halfway to Venus brings out so many questions and reflections and reactions. A very honest book of autobiography, it is also a fascinating compedium, and with an engaging writing style which is all too often omitted from well-researched non-fiction.”
In short: the counterpart to Anderson’s book, Keller explores the significance of hands when they provide the main sense-based interaction with the world.
From my review: “When I say that Keller’s worth as an author is not merely as a novelty, I mean that she should not be patronised, nor her writing viewed as some sort of scientific experiment. She is too good and perceptive a writer for that.”
In short: Eduard Keller is a Viennese refugee in Australia, teaching 15 year-old Paul the piano in an unorthodox manner – which begins with studying the importance of each individual finger.
From my review: “Their relationship isn’t romantic or fatherly or even particularly close. Keller resists any sort of emotional connection, and Paul is far too full of youthful insensitivity to do anything but blunder into conversations in which he is too immature to participate, even if Keller were willing. But what Goldsworthy builds between Keller and the Crabbes is still somehow beautiful. The connection between people who never open up to one another; the legacies left behind a relationship which could not even be called a friendship. Goldsworthy has done this beautifully.”
In short: Francis Orme works as a living statue, but concentrates most of his efforts on an underground exhibition of sentimental objects he has stolen from residents of Observatory Mansions. This book comes under ‘hands’ because Orme is very protective of his, always wearing white gloves, which he removes and archives as soon as they get slightly dirty.
From my review: “I probably overuse the word ‘quirky’, but no other description will do for Carey’s work.”
In short: Kundera’s postmodern narrative starts with him seeing a woman’s distinctive gesture with her arm. He names her Agnes and invents a story around her, around that gesture. And then weaves it into a literary, historical intertextuality that darts all over the place, including Rubens, Goethe, Hemingway, Beethoven…
From my review: “I don’t know why postmodern stuff is so often annoying, but with Kundera, it isn’t annoying at all. He completely disrupts the novel form, and throws the reading experience into a whole new category, but it isn’t self-indulgent. His writing is so good, he is so very, very perceptive, that it works.”
Over to you! A rather tricky category, but let me know if you have any suggestions…