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Showing posts with label Canadian novelists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canadian novelists. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 February 2024

If you loved "The Clan of the Cave Bear"

 You should read The Last Neanderthal by Claire Cameron. I suspect this wonderful story owes a large debt to Jean Auel’s 1980s series Earth' Children, which began with Clan. The book’s structure is interesting, with the modern day archeologist narrator imagining the story behind her find of a Neanderthal skeleton and a modern day human buried side by side. The burial looks intentional, and would help her prove the interrelationship between our early ancestors and ourselves. The archeologist’s reputation is also at stake regarding her find, and pardon the horrible pun, but proving her thesis will help make her professional bones. 


Maya Angelou’s quote “You can’t really know where you’re going until you know where you have been” is very applicable. From the prologue:

They were kind and clever. They had hands with opposable thumbs and a light dusting of hair on their backs.They had hearts that throbbed in their chests when they saw certain people, and this happened more than you might expect.  Their brains were larger than ours by about 10 percent. Many of us have inherited up to 4 percent of their DNA, and now that both genomes have been sequenced, we we know that theirs differs from ours by only about 0.12 percent.     

Claire Cameron very successfully interweaves the experiences of a modern day woman and that of a woman of forty thousand years ago. This tale isn’t as over the top as Clan, so in some ways it's more believable and credible. The modern day dialogue is so accurate that for an extended time one late night I forgot I was reading fiction.

Penguin Random House/Anchor Canada, 2017
275 pages

2017 Finalist Rogers Writers’ Trust 
A National Post Best Book of the Year
Canadian bestseller



The Last Neanderthal

Tuesday, 13 February 2024

Dogs, Wolves and Quirky People with Wild Hearts

 
 

Wild Dogs by Helen Humphreys

HarperCollins, 2004

I took a year long break from reading books while recovering from a colon cancer operation and then a vicious dog attack. Not reading was a new experience after a lifetime of being a bookworm/writer//poet/librarian. A newly retired friend and I binge watched over a dozen TV series, and there are some great programs out there (some memorable favourites listed below). But now I'm catching up on reading books again, and eager to share discoveries.

Wild Dogs by Helen Humphreys is my recent one. It was a quick read, too quick and I binge read it in two nights. I told a close friend, also a retired librarian and dog lover, that she would enjoy it. I desperately wanted to tell her the roughest of outlines about the book, but she stopped me cold. She was right. This is a book by a poet, and it's too interwoven, too subtle and delicate to describe or paraphrase. Of course there is also a twist or two, and it would be a shame to do much more than recommend and leave it at that! As a book by an accomplished poet it's beautifully descriptive writing, but never once did I find it self-consciously "poetic", just addictive.

Now the list of binge watched series I remember most after several months of reflecting.

The Godfather of Harlem
Tegan and Sara's High School
Twisted Metal
1923
Poker Face  

The Last of Us