New York Times Book Review Fiction Varina Charles Frazier
3.five Frazier ane again returns to the Civil War, with mixed reactions from this reader. I freely admit to not knowing what became of some of the principal players afterwards the Southern defeat in said state of war, and then I tin can in no way pinpoint accuracies or inaccuracies in this telling. This is narrated from the viewpoint of Varina Davis, fleeing Richmond after Lee's surrender. At her side, her remaining children, a young black boy named James, a black woman, and a few trusted protectors. This was, I felt, the strongest part of the book. The danger they encountered from an almost lawless country, Marauder's, escapes, the Federal soldiers trying to capture them, and those looking for the aureate she supposedly carried. We encounter the damage washed to the landscape and the people, some protecting what they accept left, and those still trying g to !I've in the shells of their former existence. I found the author did a wonderful job painting this picture of a South in disarray and destruction. While the story is told from Varinas point of view, it is told from the future, when the young blackness boy, James, now grown, seeks her out to clarify things he had read. Thing existence so young at the time he little remembers. It is this interaction with James and a immature woman named Laura, that didn't work too for me. It broke up the narractive, I found it clumsily washed and scattered. I remember a straight frontwards narrative would have served this story amend,made it stronger, merely that is not this book. And so while, for the most part I enjoyed the history and a look dorsum at this time, for me I found the changes of focus frustrating. ARC from Edelweiss.
I'1000 non one to jump on the bandwagon of every new fiction published, but sometimes, if it's an writer I've read before, or if I'chiliad certain there will be reviews and interviews and hype, then I similar similar to get ahead of the oversupply and form an opinion based on the book itself, instead of what others think. That happened with this book, as I loved Cold Mountain twenty years ago, and of course, Civil War historical fiction is correct upward my alley. The library cooperated by getting it to me promptly (I was first on the list), so I'g alee of the curve on this one. Varina Howell Davis was the wife of Jefferson Davis, the only first lady of the Confederacy, but has e'er been a footnote in the history of that time. Who cares? Charles Frazier cared, and has created a flesh and blood graphic symbol who walks with the states before, during, and after the state of war. She was a child bride of seventeen when they married, he more than 20 years her senior. They had 6 children, of which only ane survived her. Well educated by a tutor at her home in Mississippi, she read the ancient classics, could read Greek and some Latin, and could concord her ain in conversation of important topics of the twenty-four hours. Her family unit held no slaves, and her views on the field of study were dissimilar from others of her course. In that location were a lot of quotable passages in this book, because Frazier's style is slow and considered, meaning that some paragraphs had to be reread, either for the beauty and pleasance contained in them, or to make certain you lot didn't miss annihilation. " Being on the wrong side of history carries consequences. Even if your sin--like dirt farmers in Sherman's path--had been merely to live in the incorrect identify, you suffered. Those were times that required choosing a side--then, sooner or later, history asks, which side were you on? " I'm no historian, but I think the writer did his homework on this one. It puts you squarely in that time and that world, and inside the mind of Varina Davis, who seemed to exist someone I could take been friends with. I also appreciated the framework of the novel, moving dorsum and forth between the past and the present before her expiry. A solid iv stars for what this novel afforded me: A chance to get close to someone I'd never even considered before. I'll end this with one more quote from Varina's thoughts. "You can mire yourself in the past, but you can't change a damn affair in that lost world".
"Fifty-fifty very young she saw slavery as an aboriginal practice arising because rich people would rather not do hard piece of work, and also from the tendency of people to clench difficult to advantageous passages in the Bible and dismiss the residual".
"Haven't yous seen me sleepwalking 'cause I've been property your manus "Why I am feeling so guilty -- Falling, The Civil Wars, Songwriters: Joy Williams / John White three.v Stars Saratoga Springs, 1906 "A yr agone, walking downwards a street in Albany, he heard a dozen syllables of someone singing 'Alouette' through an open 2nd-story window. The song twitched a potent nerve of memory from the deep past—a ribbon of road stretching forward, a swath of starry sky visible between tops of pine trees, a sparse dent of moon, a brownish-eyed mother hugging him close and pointing out the patterns of constellations, telling their names and stories. Entrained with those hazy memories came a surging feeling similar love." "No living relatives, recently a widower, no links to the past until half-dozen months ago when a championship on a bookstore shelf drew him--First Days Among the Contrabands.He had reached for it thinking it would be a mystery." His proper noun is James, and he stands by the fireplace and waits. When she returns to the vestibule of this combination hotel and hospital, he wants to ask her nearly a volume, the names of the children. He knew them, he says. He believes he is the Jimmie in this book. She believes he is playing a game, of sorts. When she finally begins to believe, she sits frozen in her memories for a moment. "—I hardly know anything well-nigh my life then, he says. 1865 Equally Varina, or V, shares the story of her life, moving back and forth through time and place, she shares a babyhood spent in Natchez, Mississippi, her marriage to widower Jefferson Davis. He was effectually 35, she was 17 when they first were married. For their honeymoon, he took her to meet his female parent, every bit none of the groom's family unit had attended the nuptials, and as well to visit the grave of his first wife. So there are the changes, and moves, that come with his political career. They don't spend all their time together, she often doesn't concur with him politically, but it's all very polite. Varina Davis is the narrator, second wife of Jefferson Davis, the only President of the Confederate States, and she must detect safety for herself and her children, including the immature boy named James, and a few others. They are traveling through the remains of towns, past homes that take likely been raided multiple times, already. It's piece of cake to motion-picture show this all, the land has been desecrated, an early man-fabricated apocalypse. Those whose shelter remains usable are trying to protect their own and what is theirs, just trying to hold on. It was and then like shooting fish in a barrel to moving picture everything they were seeing, enduring. During this time, I was securely immersed in this story, living in these pages. The writing throughout is oftentimes lovely, but the timeline varied quite a bit, which doesn't usually bother me. I enjoyed these more in the same manner I would the stories I used to be told past my grandparents, vignettes of another time and identify, places, some more than lovely or interesting than others. I loved that I was learning most a adult female I knew very petty most, and she was a fascinating, especially given the place and time. I only wish there had been even more than about Varina, more time spent sharing more of her intriguing story, and the story of James. Many thank you, one time again, to the Public Library system, and the many Librarians that manage, organize and go along it running, for the loan of this book!
Oasis't you noticed me drifting
Oh
Let me tell you I am
Tell me it's nix
Try to convince me that I'm not drowning
Oh
Let me tell you I am
Why I am holding my breath
Worry about everyone but me and I just go along losing myself
Tell me information technology's goose egg
Try to convince me that I'm not drowning
Oh
Let me tell y'all I am"
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"—Sit downward and I'll tell you lot what I remember."
"Things fell apart slowly before they fell apart fast."
Not a book for those who love plot, merely a please for those who dear character and strange, beautiful sentences. I take rarely read so slowly just to savor the words. One of my favorite books I've read in the last x years!
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January 28, 2018I loved Common cold Mount. But later on about 50 pages, I didn't really care virtually this, and life is likewise short to force yourself to read things.
Early on reviews of this book are mixed; but being the enthusiast that I am for Ceremonious War-era fiction and strong female person protagonists, I really enjoyed it. That this novel is based on a real person in history makes it doubly interesting (though I would have liked to have known which parts were based on fact and which were fictionalized. Perhaps the final version, unlike the ARC, will reveal some of this information in an Writer's Note). Just Google Varina Davis and Jefferson Davis wedding photo for their actual nuptials photo, and you will go a visual description of this woman's spark. Different others, I did not read Cold Mountain (gasp!), and therefore went into this book with no preconceived notions, expectations, and no comparison-meter (I did lookout man the Common cold Mountain moving picture and loved it!). What I found was lyrical, period-advisable prose that was sometimes then beautiful I had to re-read it for my ain pleasure – along with many quote-worthy lines: "Children don't judge their own lives. Normal for them is what's laid before them day by day. Judgement comes later." "And so fifty-fifty very young she saw slavery equally an ancient do arising because rich people would rather non exercise hard piece of work, and also from the tendency of people to clench hard to advantageous passages in the Bible and dismiss the rest." "Humans are inhuman, whether it'south by direct action or by credence of a horrible action as normal." "The yous y'all are with others is not you lot. To exist lonesome is to be who you lot most fully are." This is a story of history, the story of a potent woman – and many women of the fourth dimension, who were forced to marry young. Information technology's the story of a woman'due south feelings of culpability for her actions and the actions of her husband, president Jefferson Davis, in the confront of slavery. It is a story that portrays the behavior of both sides – North and S – in equally horrific ways. And maybe almost commendable is that fact that the author could portray a character on the "incorrect" side of history in such a sympathetic nature. It is no pocket-size feat, and yet Frazier does and so with finesse. Some may grouse at the actual structure of the book, but I plant it did not tiresome me down: All said, I wanted to learn more than almost this woman we meet in the afterwards years of her life, a stand-offish woman who recounts her past to a weekly visitor: how she grew to be stubborn and straight, what it was similar to be the start lady of the Amalgamated States, what it was like to endure such hardship, and how one might reconcile such a life as the years pass by. If you savor literary fiction, historical fiction, and history, itself, this is a must-read. It is a slow, serenity unraveling of the past, a story to accept your time reading. Recommend! If I have a complaint, it'south that I wanted more than of the weekly visitor - more backstory, more current story, just more. Much more. Thanks to my book angel for passing this ARC along to me when she was done!
- There are no quotation marks, just em dashes, instead, to denote dialogue in some places. Others are written in narrative "he said" or "she said" format, once more, without quotes.
- The book is told through a series of meetings with an interesting person from Varina'south past in which she recollects and recounts her life to him. (I researched him; fascinating!)
- The story is non linear, and in some means, reads as a series of vignettes of history, jumping around a flake here and there.
- There are A LOT of historical figures mentioned in this volume, often at breakneck speed (to some, it may read as a history dump, but I did not interpret it that way. Information technology appears that Varina Davis was only THAT connected to so many historical figures – a fact I found interesting in itself).
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April ten, 2018 No rating, although I can't imagine that information technology would be above a 2 regardless. This was not readable to me. I but got to page 72, life is just too short for me not to find a improve read. Information technology jumps and to me in that location is adjacent to no continuity in the directional lines. Plus I've seen the places she lived and one house for many years in particular- and this merely does NOT mesh with her words I read there (dress of hers I saw likewise) or her artifacts' history. But it was primarily the forms of the prose used. Just terrible. Scattered- and you lot need to be a clairvoyant to sympathise the connections of her thought processes. This volume is not for me and is simply non worth the work it would take to decipher Varina. I'm fairly sure the history is exceptionally revised too. One event in particular seems well-nigh the opposite of what really happened.
Varina: The Consequences of Self-approbation Varina by Charles Frazier was chosen equally a Group Read by members of On the Southern Literary Trail for Baronial, 2018. I take admired the writing of Charles Frazier since his start novel, Cold Mountain received the National Book Award. Each of his successive books have been remarkably adept and remarkably different. Nonetheless, with Varina, Frazier has written his most thoughtful and complex work. Frazier brings to life American gild from the Mexican War through the American Civil War and beyond Reconstruction casting his characters with the family of Jefferson Davis, peculiarly his bride, half his age, Varina Davis née Howell. The daughter of a failed Natchez businessman, Varina is sent to visit the Davis Plantation. She is given no explanation. However, when Congressman Jefferson Davis rides up to the plantation mansion she notes how well he sits his horse and the trim fit of his suit. Marriage follows. The showtime hint of something amiss is Davis making a visit to his first wife'southward grave. Varina wonders whether she shares her marriage with a ghost. War is brewing with United mexican states. Davis promises not to go to state of war, lying, having already enlisted. He returns a wounded hero and rises from Congressman to Senator. The eye of the book is set up during and afterward the American Civil War. Varina's portrait of her husband is non a flattering 1. He is sombre, lacking sense of humor. Upon the defeat of the Confederacy, he would willingly walk the steps to the gallows to exist a martyr to Constitutional principle without regard to the fate of his married woman and children. Their spousal relationship is one amend practiced by postal service than presence. Upon the Union Ground forces'south capture of Davis and his family in Georgia, Varina requested an old family friend, Union General Rufus Saxton take Jimmie into his intendance. Years later, Varina is approached by a young adult black male carrying the memoir of Elizabeth Hyde Botume, First Days Amongst the Contrabands, which contains a chapter on Jim Limber. Am I that male child, he wants to know. Practise you remember me? Jim serves as a foil to Varina's memories of plantation kindness and her thoughts of slaves every bit having merely been her friends. He asks her the difficult questions. Did yous own me? What was I to you? A pet? A toy? The growing human relationship betwixt adult Jimmy and the aging Varina provide some of the almost moving scenes in this novel. We learn Jim'due south accept away through his thoughts recorded in a notebook of their conversations and Varina's memories prompted past their meetings. Jim tells Varina: Varina: And then we cease where Mary Boykin Chesnut began. We live with the consequences, as Varina did. Just we must recognize that Varina was no villainess, simply a woman, for all the intelligence and kindness she possessed, lived in a world where she likewise was a slave to the ability of men. This is historical fiction written equally it should exist. Frazier continues to remain amongst my favorite contemporary American authors. "—Oh, Mary said, life is generally just what happens. Pick or chance or fate, gods or not. Like it or not. Things happen, we do what we call up is in our all-time interests or only user-friendly, then we live with the consequences."
The brilliance of this novel emerges through Frazier having Varina exist his principal narrator, allowing her to emerge from the shadow of history she has previously occupied. He farther introduces Jim Limber, a free black child whom Varina took into the Davis home equally a foster child. Jim became a constant playmate of the Davis children living in the plant nursery with them. "If you mean slaves, you only remember what they allowed you to remember. Even if Davis Curve was really every bit humane as you believe, they kept their misery to themselves, kept information technology a mystery to yous. I promise that'southward truthful. Call back of information technology equally a great souvenir, a mark of amore. Their protection of your retentivity."
"Whether you lot pick well or poorly, the human action of choosing carries grief. Leaves you wondering, years after, what life might take been had you chosen differently. . . . Or even wishing yous'd simply paused, taken a long, deep breath. Not allowed the personal moment and the blueprint of your family unit and your stupid culture to shove you 2-handed from backside, forcing you lot to stumble unbalanced into the future"
"I sometimes imagine meeting my seventeen-twelvemonth-sometime self. She'southward still here inside me somewhere. Maybe one morning time in the mirror, there she'll be. I look at her with affection and understanding and hope. She sees me and backs away in horror while I effort to explain why I made the choices I made."
I recently discovered these Ceremonious State of war messages in the cranium from my relative, Jubal Burnside who fought at Shiloh, Chickamauga, and several other bloody campaigns. I have transcribed them in their entirety for your information and interest. "My precious Clara, We are now awaiting steamers to transport the troops to Christiana. The division is to garrison for the rest of the summer, a most icky prospect, and a fate I hope to escape. The weather is delightful, but very hot and there is the greatest abundance of blackberries. Maj. General Walker has the troops reading In that location are merely a few hundred pages, and so I feel I shall persevere. I am more than anxious to see you my darling, but yet undecided virtually when I shall come. Look for me when you lot see me, is as most every bit I can come up to it. Twelvemonth. ain loving+ devoted ,
Jubal"
And there was this ane he wrote to his mother:
"Dearest Mother
I shall take to the pensil to permit you know I am well. We have only returned from a trip into East. Tenn where we got big amounts of everything to eat and everything we eat is so good-though non as proficient equally your squirrel dumplings with a side of your special kimchi. I'd give anything to dine with you and male parent, drinking a gallon of that La Croix Drupe sparkling water we'd choice up at Whole Foods. I miss habitation. I miss everything nigh it from the farm, the cooling waters of our creek, to Indian leg wrestling grandma in the W parlor. For an 89-year-old amputee with the gout, Grandma could surly flip over the best of u.s.!
The shelling of Petersburg has commenced once more more vigorously than ever. Equally nosotros are hunkered down, me and the boys take finished
Varina. That Frazier can actually write. This simple book has depths deeper than the Mississippi. The way he has drawn Varina is a revelation, she is plucky and real, withal all the same conceited in this corking tragedy that tears apart the state. This duality drives the book-how can i person and so grounded, smart, and moral participate in an endeavor so evil. While slow moving, all the boys and myself have really enjoyed Charles Frazier's Varina. I would recommend it to you and your book club likewise as to anyone who enjoys a well-written yarn.It brings joy every bit the enemy still holds it'due south position and our lines are fatigued upwardly shut. My love to you and father, cousin Sackrider, and of course dear Fannie Licker.
Write when you can and a long letter as I am anxious to hear from you.
Your son,
Jubal"
Past the flow of the inland river, 1 of the hardest wars to understand, for me, is the American Civil State of war. Perhaps it was unavoidable, simply it never seems that way. Information technology is and so piece of cake to stand outside of it and condemn the South, but the South was a collection of people, and each one held his own beliefs and motivations and emerged with his own scars, and many were swept up in it past geography, without choosing. I take stood at the grave of Varina Davis, the wife of Jefferson Davis, the President of the Confederate States of America, in Hollywood Cemetery and acknowledge to non giving her more than than a passing thought. She was never quoted, or more than than mentioned, in Ken Burns' epic Ceremonious War series and she has been confined to obscurity over the years. Charles Frazier did a marvelous task of lifting her out of that obscurity and giving her mankind once more. One forgets sometimes that historical figures were men and women, who ached and suffered and fabricated huge mistakes that they came to rue or lucked into being heroes because they were positioned at just the right place in but the right moment. Another attribute that escapes the states is how very young some of these people were. J.E.B. Stuart was 31 when he died. For me, that puts his strutting heroics in an entirely dissimilar light. But, I accept wandered off subject, it is Varina's youth that I meant to address. A seventeen twelvemonth old married to a man twenty years her senior, who did non entirely hold with his position but shared his station. I notice it amazing that she ever found a voice of her own. There were parts of this novel that pulled at me and wrapped me up in the narrative and parts where I drifted abroad. Information technology is written in a unique voice, starting time as a conversation between Varina and James Blake, a black man who had been rescued equally a male child by Varina and who spent much of his early years in her domicile every bit if 1 of her children. It progresses from that to a more narrative style, which I acknowledge to liking much better, but so bounces back and forth. Perhaps this is the only mode to tell the story equally he wishes to, because Varina is looking back and she already knows the lessons she has learned and the price that has been paid. There are moments during the narrative when the genius of Frazier emerges. I felt myself fleeing the burning Due south and traveling through the devastation that Sherman had left in his wake. One cannot assist wondering how anyone managed to survive and rebuild their lives when so little was left intact. Frazier understands his material, and Varina is a three-dimensional character. If you cut her, she bleeds. Having endured the destruction of her world, Varina also sees the slow erosion of her family unit also. A mother to vi, with only one live at the time of her own death. I promise the existent Varina Davis was every bit stiff and resilient as he has painted her to exist, and I hope she felt the remorse as well. then one morning the world resembles the wake of Noah's overflowing, stretching unrecognizable to the horizon, and y'all wonder how yous got in that location. One thing for certain, information technology wasn't from a bad throw of the dice or runes or an unfavorable turn of cards. Non luck or adventure. Blame falls difficult and can't exist dodged by the guilty. He understands life itself, likewise, and that much of what nosotros know or feel is in aftermath. How everyone grew upwardly and so, one manner or the other, whichever side of the peel line you chanced to be built-in on. Children don't estimate their own lives. Normal for them is what'south laid before them 24-hour interval by day. Judgment comes later. I believe this is and so, and couldn't help wondering myself at what age a child stops taking what comes as what is and starts recognizing the abject injustice of the life he leads, or recognizing the unearned privilege that has been gifted to him. And, all things terminate up in the by, but a circumstance, such every bit this war produced, makes the past seem a visible door that is closing in your face up. Don't ever forget me? Don't leave me? The instant passed so fast, and when that happens, it goes for skilful and all you have is a slow lifetime to speculate on revisions. Except time flows one way and drags u.s.a. with it no matter how hard we paddle upstream. Imagine all the memories that you carry with you when you realize you have witnessed evil, perhaps witnessed it for a lifetime, and only turned the other way. The primary reason I find history so compelling and so important is that sometimes we take to wait the worst headon to go along it from happening again. I've never forgotten that girl, and I wouldn't desire to. Remembering doesn't change anything--it will e'er have happened. But forgetting won't erase it either. I think this is the all-time thing Charles Frazier has written since Cold Mountain. I suppose that will e'er remain his masterpiece (and what wouldn't any of us give to have ONE masterpiece within us?), but this is another worthy, well-researched effort. Frazier has an emotional connectedness to the Civil War era that breathes life into his writing. I'k glad he decided to revisit it.
Whence the fleets of iron accept fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the ane, the Blueish,
Under the other, the Gray
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