The Monday Book: ASTRAY by Emma Donoghue

Astray is a collection of short stories themed around old newspaper clippings. In each, someone is adrift, out of sync with life, expecting one thing but getting another. They are really powerful stories in some cases.

The opener is about an elephant keeper whose charge is sold off to America, and his running conversation with his charge. It’s adorable. Less adorable but quite hard-hitting is the woman traveling with two small children, expecting to meet her husband in America, having been lucky enough to get passage out of famine Ireland.

Then there’s the Revolutionary War story, “The Hunt,” which covers a side of troop behavior that doesn’t make it into patriotic celebrations. Many of these stories have that undercurrent theme, the “alternate reality” feeling that makes them good fiction. So when you find out each is based on actual events, with just some ideas and feelings and motivations colored in between the lines sketched in by history, it’s a powerful thing. This is history with a small h, and therefore more accurate.

And of course it’s no small feat to pack an equal wallop of caring about a fully developed character in less than 10,000 words. Donoghue’s words are each carrying their own weight. She’s one of those rare gestalt writers, whose sum exceeds the parts. She makes you feel as though you know someone well, even though you’ve read two sentences about her.

An enthusiastic shout out for this book; you don’t have to be interested in history to enjoy the many dramas unfolding in this compact volume’s pages. Big things come in little packages.

Jack’s Sister Margaret

We interrupt our regular bookstore blog to bring you sad news from Jack’s family…

margaretOur phone rang yesterday morning and could see it was a call from the UK. I was shocked to learn that my big sister had died during the night, suddenly and unexpectedly. She had just celebrated her 80th birthday and a big family celebration was planned for when I will be over in June for my annual tour. So, lots of memories and thoughts today.

One of my most treasured possessions is an old hardback copy of ‘The House at Pooh Corner’ that Margaret gave me as a present when I was probably about 8 years old. Over the years it has stayed with me in all the houses I’ve lived in and the other books in the series have been added. But of all the books I own it is the most valuable to me. Throughout my life Pooh has played an important role, and because Wendy is also a big fan our wedding cake was Pooh themed. I have many memories of being well looked after by my big sister before she headed off to England to work and eventually marry. Cycle rides to the seaside and the country were our big thing.

In recent years there hasn’t been a Christmas, birthday, 4th of July or Thanksgiving when I didn’t get a card from her, while I’m particularly glad that I was able to visit her a couple of times in the last few years.

I’ll be re-reading ‘The House at Pooh Corner’ again over the next few days and I know that when I reach the last page, where Christopher Robin explains to Pooh why he won’t be seeing him any more, I’ll be crying as usual. But this time the tears will be for Margaret’s passing as much as Pooh’s.pooh