Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Cast Aside, Book Review: Cast Me Gently


If this book came with a soundtrack it would be on cassette tape. So grab your boom box and get ready to enter the world of Magnum, P.I. television, rotary telephones, and soon-to-be Reagan politics. Cast Me Gently is set in 1980s Pittsburgh where due to the numerous steel mill layoffs, the homeless and hungry are plentiful. However, author Caren Werlinger provides us with a love story despite the hardships and bleak outlook of the city.

Even though the main character, Teresa Benedetto, is 34 this is very much a coming-of-age story. She lives at home and works as a pharmacist for her parents’ store, making the presence of family in her life both paramount and smothering. One day Teresa meets Ellie Ryan and the two embark on a relatively normal friendship that eventually leads to much more.

It’s a basic and simplistic girl-meets-girl story-line that is as common as the acid-washed mom jeans the characters undoubtedly wear. The monotonous atmosphere left me wanting for something with a little more profundity, but these two characters are nice enough that you are genuinely happy for them.

Werlinger does an exemplary job describing the various settings throughout the book. She is extraordinary at placing the reader directly on the streets with the destitute, on a couch in a one-room apartment, upon a stool at a favorite restaurant, or behind the counter in the quaint store where Teresa works.
                                                                                              
In the book’s first paragraph we are welcomed to the front door of the Benedetto shop. The author wonderfully illustrates Teresa opening the store at dawn, and you almost feel like you’re a customer waiting to pick up a few items. I give full kudos to Werlinger for a strong and beautifully written beginning.

Unfortunately, this is where my praise for the novel ends because it is by paragraph two, that the author’s writing starts to become static. A pattern begins to emerge in the text where words and phrases are overused and repeated continuously.

In this particular segment, it is the word grit that is triplicated in quick succession. Dirt, sand, or specks of gravel are just three of many synonyms that could have been used, yet grit finds its way onto the page over and over again. Later on we see repetitiveness with words such as lit, moan, moonlight, and goose bumps. In another section of the book, almost 25% of a 149-word passage was made up of the same two nouns.

Welinger can absolutely immerse the reader into a scene, but without using a variety of words her talent seems diluted. I think this could have been a simple fix if only the writer or beta reader had pulled out a thesaurus.

Other examples of the lackadaisical writing include weak dialogue and careless transitions.
It appeared that every time something of great importance needed to be said, an interruption would occur. A waiter would arrive, a telephone would ring, a customer would come in, etc… I can understand the importance of a good cliffhanger, but to never pick these unsaid words back up was a major disappointment. I craved for a finished, meaningful conversation to actually happen.

This novel is told from a combination of viewpoints and in several instances, the lack of precise segues made it difficult to find a point of reference or understand exactly where you were at in the story. Ellie comes with an intricate and complicated history, therefore often she reflects on her past. In addition, a lot of this novel is told from snippets of Teresa’s perspective and internal dialogue. So in order to create a world where these two visions can exist, clear and concise transitions are a must.

One of the most beautiful things I read was finding out that Teresa was a size 16. Finally, we can imagine a character who is not all just about physical appearance. But my joy was short-lived when I realized the author did nothing but fat-shame the character for her size. For me the absolute worst thing about this book was degrading its main character.

The author may have been trying to show us a “real” woman with insecurities, but the execution failed miserably. Werlinger kept bringing up Teresa’s size as a negative. I don’t need to hear about how Teresa knocks stuff over with her behind because it's big. Nor do I need to hear about how she is concerned with the weight limit on elevators or how she is afraid she will break Santa’s lap if she sits on him. It’s appalling, demeaning, and cliché.

Initially, I thought maybe Werlinger was going to write some sort of arc where Teresa finds out that she can be both large and beautiful. But as the book kept going and the remarks kept showing up, it almost seemed like she was on a subliminal message of fat hate.

 Allowing a character to continuously make self deprecating comments without anyone opposing such thoughts is alarming and beyond disheartening. I questioned the author’s use of a larger character as it seemed her appearance was only a gateway for insults.

This book does not earn a one star rating simply for the above issues. Cast Me Gently is filled with numerous amounts of plot holes and inconceivable notions. If you choose to read further, know that there are some spoilers- but I could not in good conscious give this book such a low rating without explicitly explaining why.

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1. Best Friend Bungle
Secondary character, Bernie, is quite possibly one of the most annoying women I have ever read about. Her personality is surrounded by a cloud of racism, adultery, and profanity. She is a teacher who works in a rough neighborhood and shortly into the book, Bernie uses a handful of stereo types in regards to the poor African American families that live there.
As someone who has both taught in low-income neighborhoods and worked for HUD, I can attest that not every family is black, nor is every child there the product of a crack whore mama and absent father.
Additionally, I found Bernie’s ignorant, expletive-laced dialogue hugely uninteresting. I'm no prude but she says so many fucks, shits, and goddamns that it has me as an atheist wanting to go to confession. Her foul language was nonsensical and terribly absurd.

 Overall, Bernie was just not a believable best friend for overly-sheltered Teresa.

2. Preposterous Plot Hole
Early on we learn Ellie's parents are dead and that her older brother, Daniel, went off to fight in Vietnam but returned as a homeless vet. For the past seven years, she has been frantically searching for him on the streets. Often, she places herself in life threatening situations- one of which also becomes a major plot-hole-ish scene later on.

Concurrently, Teresa befriends a homeless gentleman (Dogman) fitting the description of Ellie’s missing brother. (Ellie also shows Teresa a picture of her brother). So even though Teresa knows of Ellie’s desperate attempts to locate Daniel, she never once introduces them to one another. It isn’t until the last page of Chapter 29 that Teresa even thinks to ask Dogman if his real name is Daniel. The last page of Chapter 29!

Um, your girlfriend has been in total despair over her brother’s disappearance and you don’t think to make a serious effort in mentioning this man to her other than in passing? The dude even has an Army bag.

It is all very aggravating since Daniel takes up such a large chunk of Ellie’s narrative and because Dogman plays such a pivotal role in Teresa’s story line.

3. Outlandish Outing
Teresa has been spending the night and time in general with Ellie but tells her mom (Sylvia) that she's been spending all of that time at Bernie's. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever for Teresa to lie about hanging out with Ellie. Everyone knows they have become fast friends so it wouldn't be weird for them to be spending large amounts of time together.

Teresa invites Bernie and Bernie's mom (Angela) over for a Sunday meal when it comes out that Teresa hasn’t been hanging out with Bernie after all. So, from that statement alone, and only that, Sylvia now knows that Teresa and Ellie are a couple. What? How? There have been no context clues given to Teresa’s family for them to ever even assume that their daughter was gay. Yet, in one sentence she is outed.

This then leads to a very overly-dramatic seemingly Dynasty-inspired slapping scene that I’m still not over.

4. Ludicrous Love Scenes
Teresa is a virgin and the first time she has ever really been kissed was by Ellie on Christmas Day. But when she uses the terminology “down there” for her anatomy, I rolled my yes.
It could have been believable because of her inexperience, however she’s a pharmacist. I think she knows the word vagina. Teresa probably fills prescriptions for women’s vaginas every day. So “down there” was really odd and ridiculous.

When it comes to the actual lovemaking scene, Teresa, who has had nothing but terrible things to say about her appearance, just disrobes without hindrance or hesitation. If she has such a poor outlook in regards to her presence, then it stands to reason she would be worried about what she looks like at her most vulnerable especially when Ellie has been written as lithe and thin. 

Actual excerpt: Ellie stepped closer and, with more dexterity than Teresa, unhooked Teresa’s bra and let it slide to the floor, freeing her breasts. She placed her hands under the soft weight of them. The nipples didn’t harden like Ellie’s did, but that didn’t stop Teresa from gasping when Ellie bent to take one in her mouth.

Ok, I'm sorry, but it's New Year’s night in Pittsburgh in 1981. It was 30 degrees that evening (I googled it on weatherchannel.com) thus Teresa’s nipples and everyone else’s would be hard whether they wanted them to be or not. And whose nipples don't harden? This is Teresa's first time of ever being touched and it's by someone she is crazy about. Please.  
These may seem like small, insignificant details. But for me, excellent writing does not include distractions that can pull you away from the story. I do not want my brain saying “Wait, what?” when it can be saying, “Oh, yes.”
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These are only a handful of the questionable aspects presented within this work, but if I wrote about all of them my review would be longer than the book itself.

This is my first Werlinger read, but it is the author’s eighth published novel. I would have surmised that the content would be of a much higher caliber and that it would have resembled a more experienced style. I have seen some of the most eloquent posts on Facebook by this author, and I have read lovely prose in her blogs, but I am befuddled by the writing and dissatisfying quality of this book.
NOTE: This book was provided by the publisher for the purpose of a review.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Extra! Extra! Read All About This: The Red Files

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” 
 
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

But it happened with The Red Files.

Lee Winter has breathed new life into the lesfic genre with her smashing debut novel. It is so perfectly written that I find it hard to fathom the world does not already have a bookshelf full of her titles.

For years the majority of lesbian fiction has been inundated with dreadfully substandard story lines containing one-dimensional characters and fallacious clichés. In comparison to mainstream fiction, the overall quality of this genre has been second-rate at best. However, The Red Files has restored my hope and renewed my interest for lesbian literature.

This author wastes no time in grabbing your attention, and with a solid, humorous beginning, we are immediately thrown into the hangover and humiliation of protagonist Lauren King. She is a reporter on the Hollywood junket with dreams and ambitions bigger than the tears Barbara Walters can create.

Lauren is clawing her way up through the ranks at L.A.’s Daily Sentinel until she can write the stories she believes in. Her only competition besides the male hierarchy of the newspaper, is colleague and arch rival Catherine Ayers who has the nickname, The Caustic Queen. Her cutthroat words and air of sophistication make up the foundation of the seemingly impenetrable walls she has built around her unapproachable persona. Once a Washington, D.C. political insider in charge of her own bureau, she is now forced to work on the same frivolous reporting as King due to a professional fall from grace. As a bonus, we are treated to a mysterious subplot involving Ayers’ past that when revealed, is as rich as the threads of her Armani suit.

Both are paying their dues, covering an A-lister business launch, when their investigative skill- sets place them on a 250 page journey of connivance, conspiracy, and corruption. It is an intriguing plot that challenges how we view the overabundance and intrusiveness allowed by technology and the susceptibility in which we live.

Our main characters are tenacious in their pursuit of the truth, dodging everything from secret agents to squealing tires. Trust between the ladies becomes paramount when thrust into a labyrinth of diabolical deceit involving prostitutes and pink champagne.

The commitment King and Ayers put into solving this mystery is undoubtedly a true reflection of the intimate diligence Winter has poured onto the page. Her real-life journalistic skills shine and validate any and all accolades her personal career has afforded. 
  
In addition, the author continuously proves throughout the novel that her ability to write innovative and complex dialogue is beyond compare. The polished snark of Ayers is as piercing as her glare and the down-home dialect of King works as the perfect conduit to their electrifying conversational showdowns. It makes me wish Winter wrote the words I spoke every day. I would sound so much cooler in real life tbh.

The varying scenic locations and supporting characters are just as engaging from start to finish. Winter’s use of colorful imagery and creative descriptors captivate every page. Her writing overall is intelligent with a fast-paced tone and immersion into the story is immediate and without hindrance.

This novel tells two very impressive stories: The story of Lauren and Catherine’s adventure and the story of Lee Winter’s remarkable talent.

I do not flippantly hand out 5-star reviews. The lesfic world is small and I believe that friends allow their adoration for one another to supersede their love for the written word. I tried very hard to find something, really anything, negative about this book so it would not look as if I were being biased or unfair. But I simply could not. My only complaint would be that the story had to end. However, Winter has gifted us with a free bonus chapter entitled Flashbang that is available here: http://ylva-publishing.co.uk/product/flashbang-by-lee-winter/  

So see, even that attempt at a criticism is futile.

Ylva Publishing has discovered a true wordsmith wonder in Lee Winter, and if I were them I would handcuff her to a typewriter.

 The Red Files is an imaginative, cloak and dagger thriller filled with suspense, perplexity, and tension. Furthermore, there is a compelling cast of characters whose unbelievable dialogue contains sagacity and wit unparalleled to most. The skill with which Lee Winter has masterfully woven this tale has left me with a newfound appreciation for those who choose to put the story first.

 There’s an anonymous saying that states: “A good book makes you want to live in the story. A great book gives you no choice.”

Well, be prepared to have no choice.

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