Stunt
3 journalers for this copy...
Acquired as a RABCK for a friendly BookCrosser.
CONTROLLED RELEASE NOTES:
In appreciation for RABCKs sent in the other direction. This one is from Pooker3's wishlist (which I hope is up to date!). Apologies for the imperfect book plate.
In appreciation for RABCKs sent in the other direction. This one is from Pooker3's wishlist (which I hope is up to date!). Apologies for the imperfect book plate.
What a super-dooper surprise! A "wish" book in the mail. Thank you Ibis. I'd been dithering about buying a less than minty copy of this book for quite some time only to have it disappear on me while I dithered. I can hardly wait to read it now that I actually have it in my hands! Thank you!!
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. This is undoubtedly my favourite read this year.
I am reminded of my discoveries of past years, of Nicolas Dickner's *Nikolski* and Annie Dillard's *The Maytrees*. In both, the story itself was interesting and/or unusual but what made the book so special was the beauty in the language. Dillard's language was spare but each word was a softly glowing gem to be unearthed. Dickner's shimmered like his "phosphorescent plankton" . Claudia Dey's language sparkles like a shower of multifaceted diamonds.
Lisa Moore's comments on the back cover liken this novel to a snowflake, utterly unique. But it is not a snowflake. It is a flurry. One in which you are a child. A child spinning. In the night. Round and round, arms held out for balance, head flung back, open- mouthed, as a galaxy of perfect snowflakes descend from the black as if by magic, like shooting stars. And you spin and spin and laugh as they catch in your eyelashes, your hair and they melt on your face and your mouth. And you spin until you are dizzy and the world tips over on its axis, and you fall to the ground in a giggling joyous heap.
Nine-year old Eugenia Ledoux's story is so sad, it is almost unbearably heartbreaking; the characters and events so odd, they are almost unbelievable. And yet the story is perfect.
I am reminded of my discoveries of past years, of Nicolas Dickner's *Nikolski* and Annie Dillard's *The Maytrees*. In both, the story itself was interesting and/or unusual but what made the book so special was the beauty in the language. Dillard's language was spare but each word was a softly glowing gem to be unearthed. Dickner's shimmered like his "phosphorescent plankton" . Claudia Dey's language sparkles like a shower of multifaceted diamonds.
Lisa Moore's comments on the back cover liken this novel to a snowflake, utterly unique. But it is not a snowflake. It is a flurry. One in which you are a child. A child spinning. In the night. Round and round, arms held out for balance, head flung back, open- mouthed, as a galaxy of perfect snowflakes descend from the black as if by magic, like shooting stars. And you spin and spin and laugh as they catch in your eyelashes, your hair and they melt on your face and your mouth. And you spin until you are dizzy and the world tips over on its axis, and you fall to the ground in a giggling joyous heap.
Nine-year old Eugenia Ledoux's story is so sad, it is almost unbearably heartbreaking; the characters and events so odd, they are almost unbelievable. And yet the story is perfect.
This book was one of the two nominations I submitted for this year's Canada Reads. I was sad to see that it was not one of the 40 books selected. But, I'm delighted to be sending it to an author whose book *was* selected.
The book that she had nominated was not selected either.
So, I've committed to read her selection (Steven Heighton's Every Lost Country) and she'll read mine!
:)
This book arrived in the mail as my introduction to bookcrossing (thank you Pooker!). Books arriving in the mail -- a sure sign of a great day! I dove right in and should be able to finish tonight (if my babies cooperate). So far, it's beautiful -- pure poetry. Even more, though, I'm interested in learning about this crazy world of bookcrossing.
I received this book inthe mail earlier this week from a Book Crossing member who I met through this year's Canada Reads' competition. Wonderful to receive a gift from a kind stranger and wonderful to learn about Book Crossing. Claudia Dey is a beautiful and absolutely original writer. To be honest, I do have a bit of trouble with these kinds of very poetic novels. I seem to need a strong narrative to hold my attention, and I like dialogue. So I had to work a bit for Stunt, but the effort was well rewarded -- Stunt is a gorgeous book. Bravo.
Journal Entry 8 by AngieAbdou at Freshies in Fernie, British Columbia Canada on Sunday, November 21, 2010
Released 13 yrs ago (11/21/2010 UTC) at Freshies in Fernie, British Columbia Canada
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
Dropping this at a "take-a-book, leave-a-book" shelf at our local coffee shop in downtown Fernie. Hope it finds a good home!