Oh summer. How I love thee. Too bad it's already half over. And yes I know it's August 1st, but to accurately quantify summer on the Canadian prairies, one needs to approach things with a dose of brutal honesty now and then. Because really, we all know that summer is only July and August. It can and has snowed in June, and spring this year was so fucking cold and raining and shitty that this was even more the case this year. And it can and has and probably will snow in September, so that is definitely part of autumn. You can't argue with cold morning temps and pretend anymore at that point.
So while I'm already pining for yesterday, while trying to enjoy the remaining 30 days before we plunge back into the ABYSS that is not-summer, AKA pseudo-almost-winter, the thing that monopolizes our year with 10 months of temperature related agony, I am in full blown summer reading mode. Which means that I can't read less than 2-3 books at a time. Books are delicious, and books on the back patio with margaritas are even better.
One of my recent reads was the July assignment for book club, a collection of short stories by Angela Carter called The Bloody Chamber.
It could easily be said, in advance of reading this collection of works, that I am a HUGE fan of Angela Carter's work (I reviewed her creepy tale The Magic Toyshop last year). I like to describe Carter's writing as prose that sounds like poetry. She had an exceptional vocabulary and understanding of the English language, and the sentences simply flow beautifully. Mechanics aside, The Bloody Chamber features a large number of familiar tales (such as Puss-in-Boots and Beauty and the Beast) re-written with a variety of results, which are quite often not-so-happy endings for the protagonist. As always, Carter is a feminist writer and this comes through very clearly in her work. Women who are forced into marriage as an escape from crushing poverty are a common theme in this book, and as a result Carter ends up making quite extensive commentary on sexual violence found within legally recognized relationships and the dependence and voicelessness of women who are victimized by their husbands (who in this case are more frequently their "owners" than anything else).
Although some stories resonated with me more than others, this is obviously to be expected in a short story collection. As a whole, The Bloody Chamber is an excellent work and quite representative of Carter's style and subject matter. Once again I would recommend anyone who hasn't read a work Carter to seriously GO READ ONE. Nights at the Circus is the most accessible and is a bit more gentle than some of her other works in terms of subject matter. If you enjoy well-crafted and beautifully written stories which inspire empathy and insight, trust me, you will love her works.