Margreete's Harbor by Eleanor Morse
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This
novel unfolds slowly and not a lot happens but I took my time and
enjoyed it. In Maine, Margreete almost burns her house down so her adult
daughter decides to move her family in to help. Liddie, a cellist, has
to abandon her string ensemble, and her husband Henry has to find a new
teaching job. They have several kids who grow up somewhat through the
novel, which spans from 1955-1968, and touches on the political events
of the time in small ways.
The book came out April 20th, and I had a copy from St. Martin's Press through Edelweiss.
I wanted to add a few examples of the writing but this is not from final copy:
"On his way out, he said, 'You know, you don't have to do what you're doing?'
'And what do you think I'm doing?'
'Making a habit of discontent.'"
"She
felt sad for him, felt he deserved someone who loved him all the way.
She did her best that night, but she was watching herself, the way
people who return from the dead describe seeing their bodies laid out
below."
"She said that Eva probably wouldn't understand one other
thing until she was older but she would say it anyway. 'Some people
think that playing is all about themselves. They roar through a piece
thinking, Look at me! Look how fast my fingers are going, listen to how much noise I'm making!
If you're thinking like that, you're not making music. You have to make
yourself small enough to disappear inside it. Then you can make music
that makes other people feel something."
"Music, for him, was
entertainment, relaxation. For her, as she'd told him the other day, it
was beyond necessary. How do you describe that feeling to someone who
can't feel it for himself? It was like explaining the smell of the
ocean."
"Eva found her teacher's playing accurate and pinched and sad. Why would you be a musician if it didn't make you happy?"
"It seemed Brahms had preferred longing to marriage. The state of longing is not something often celebrated, he thought, but look at the music it created."
"It's
not safe to love. There's no way to make love safe. Every time you love
someone, you risk losing them. But living in safety is no way to live."
View all my reviews
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for visiting the Reading Envy blog and podcast. Word verification has become necessary because of spam.