I've been listening to a lot of books lately, but I read
Women Talking with my eyes, and was an absolutely absorbing book that I practically finished in one sitting. Although, at the beginning, I had to walk away from it several times, being quite overwhelmed with rage. It's based on the true story of a Mennonite community where a number of the men were drugging and raping women and girls and blaming the attacks on the Devil and the women's wild imaginations. In Toew's book, the men are in the far-away city bailing or being bailed out of jail. The women remain at the remote community, trying to decide whether to do nothing, leave, or stay and fight. They are heartbreakingly pragmatic about their situation, and behaving with what you might consider strange behavior for a group of women who have been systematically raped and then gaslighted UNLESS you knew that, HEY, everyone behaves differently after such a traumatic experience (also, watch
Unbelievable). Slowly, Toews releases details that will make you want to throw the book across the room, and yet it's an extremely tender book and even occasionally funny.
I was having trouble keeping track of the characters, although Toews helpfully defines their relationships at the beginning. I scribbled down a family tree, as I often do. What became startlingly clear with my little trees was that all the husbands and brothers were unnamed and unaccounted for - not just missing from the narrative, but blank spaces where they should be. It also became fairly obvious that the harder and more cynical Loewen women have suffered generations of abuse at the hands of their husbands and fathers while the more optimistic Friesen are a bit more carefree and have the freedom to relax into female friendships and maternal care.
What really struck me was how, despite having absolutely NO education, these women were bright, poetic, and thoughtful. I can only assume that Toews, who herself lived in a Mennonite community, saw women such as these - resourceful, fierce, protective, and very bright. There's a wonderful
interview with her on NPR.
Did everyone read that op-ed in the NYT by
Brit Marling about women and storytelling? She nailed it (although I think she left out a major element that, aside from limiting women to either beautifully murdered corpses or "Strong Female Lead", no matter what: that lady better be pregnant). Marling writes, "the hero’s journey is centuries of narrative precedent written by men to mythologize men. Its pattern is inciting incident, rising tension, explosive climax and denouement...a male orgasm." Hole. Ee. Shit. I don't know why I'd never thought of that, I mean, it's called a
climax, for christ's sake. So, that's made me more aware of non-linear stories lately, or those that don't follow the classic narrative structure.
(MINI SPOILER AHEAD) Toews certainly steers away from the "hero's journey" in
Women Talking in that the climactic moments have all happened before the book begins (the rapes, the discovery, the attempt of some of the women to murder the men for their actions.)
Women Talking is just that: women talking.
With the exception, we find out just at the end, of the narrator's distress. Keeping minutes and recounting the story is the melancholy school teacher. At the beginning of the book, he tells us that he was asked to keep notes by Ona, who sees him out walking in the fields. At the very end, he allows that he was out walking with his gun, struggling with suicidal thoughts. One of the women sees his distress and asks him to keep notes of their meeting, both giving him direction, a sense of belonging, and providing a way to place him under the watchful eye of herself and the women of the community. "
The purpose was for me to take them, the minutes. Life."
I'll leave you with these hilarious pictures of "women talking" I found when I google image searched the cover of the book. Apparently "women talking" equals coffee cups, upturned hands, and more coffee cups.
I got a new job with a much longer commute, so naturally the first thing I did was get an Audible account. First I listed to Olive Again, by Elizabeth Strout (12 hrs) - wonderful. I love Olive dearly. Then I listened to A Discovery of Witches, by Deborah Harkness (24 hrs). I thought longer would be better but... it's not. I was not crazy about A Discovery due to it having a VERY post-Twilight feeling in that there's a lot of gross smelling and explaining of smells going on (He smelled like cloves and summer nights sort of thing) and a weird old thousand-year-old vampire in no hurry to have sex. But, at least, unlike Bella, Diana actually has a real personality and some skills and knowledge that make her attractive/interesting to the broody vampire/reader. I kept thinking it would probably make a better movie than a book and, indeed, my colorist told me the tv series is really good.
