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REVIEW:  The Romanov Sisters by Helen Rappaport

REVIEW: The Romanov Sisters by Helen Rappaport

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They were the Princess Dianas of their day—perhaps the most photographed and talked about young royals of the early twentieth century. The four captivating Russian Grand Duchesses—Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia Romanov—were much admired for their happy dispositions, their looks, the clothes they wore and their privileged lifestyle.

Over the years, the story of the four Romanov sisters and their tragic end in a basement at Ekaterinburg in 1918 has clouded our view of them, leading to a mass of sentimental and idealized hagiography. With this treasure trove of diaries and letters from the grand duchesses to their friends and family, we learn that they were intelligent, sensitive and perceptive witnesses to the dark turmoil within their immediate family and the ominous approach of the Russian Revolution, the nightmare that would sweep their world away, and them along with it.

The Romanov Sisters sets out to capture the joy as well as the insecurities and poignancy of those young lives against the backdrop of the dying days of late Imperial Russia, World War I and the Russian Revolution. Rappaport aims to present a new and challenging take on the story, drawing extensively on previously unseen or unpublished letters, diaries and archival sources, as well as private collections. It is a book that will surprise people, even aficionados.

Dear Ms. Rappaport,

My introduction to the Romanovs began many years ago when I read Robert K Massie’s “Nicholas and Alexandra.’ While it’s a very good book for its time, one glaring defect for me was always the fact that the lives of the four Grand Duchesses were covered in only one chapter titled OTMA. The sisters themselves used the term but, as you mention in your book, it mainly served to turn them into an faceless mass, indistinguishable from each other. When I saw the title of your book I thought, ‘aha, now maybe I can learn more about each sister as an individual.”

From the opening, the book is so full of signs, SIGNS I tell you! of what was to lead to what was to come. Or what certainly helped grease things along. Reading it is like watching one of those old 1970s disaster films – Airport, The Towering Inferno, Earthquake or The Poseidon Adventure. We get the introduction of the cast of characters, the setting of the disaster and slow build up to The Event – whatever that might be, followed by the fallout from the catastrophe. Here it’s the Romanov family, in a Russia poised for social upheaval, which lead to the Revolution and then to their deaths.

Since we already know the family is doomed, it’s easy to pick out the people and events in their lives and the world stage that got them to Ekaterinburg. All of this must obviously be covered as it was such an integral part of what happened to the sisters but what about them before the end? What made them tick? How were they different? This is what I really wanted to know.

The book comes through for me. It’s obvious that considerable time and effort was expended in tracking down – and in many cases translating – original source material. Their parents wrote much about them in letters and diaries. Since the sisters were celebrities in their day there a plethora of foreign coverage of their lives. And as they were prodigious letter writers, their own experiences, thoughts and hopes were captured and preserved in the moment, much like objects in amber.

Far from being the stairstep princesses in often matching tulle covered picture hats of the day, the sisters were vastly different young women. Sometimes solemn, serene, imperial, impish, boy crazy or downright mean, the girls were individuals from the beginning and just starting to show the women they could have become given different circumstances. I was surprised at how extremely naïve they were but given the degree to which their parents sheltered them, and how they still called them “girlies” until Olga was near twenty, I suppose I shouldn’t be.

One thing that does come through, crystal clear, is their devotion to each other, to their parents and to their brother who, unfortunately, due to the Russian peoples’ and his parent’s hopes for an heir, seemed to push the four sisters into the background and blur their individual personalities.

Reasons are given for not including information about the actual execution and the disposal of the bodies. I realize that you’d already covered it in another book but by merely mentioning that it makes it seem as if you’re trying to sell the reader that book to get the complete story.

I did enjoy getting to know Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia much better than I did when I began the book. Each sister is now a bit clearer and more fixed in my mind. Yes, I know that if they had lived, they would probably have been relegated to nothing more than footnotes of the era (after all, who remembers much of Princess Marie-Thérèse Charlotte of France?) but since that isn’t what happened and many still want to know more about them, this is a good starting point to do so. B

~Jayne

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REVIEW:  Don’t Call Me Baby by Gwendolyn Heasley

REVIEW: Don’t Call Me Baby by Gwendolyn Heasley

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Dear Ms. Heasley,

The premise of your novel intrigued me. What does happen when the subject of a mommy blog grows up? If it’s embarrassing when your mother whips out your baby pictures to show your friends, how much more so when those pictures are plastered all over the internet to a faceless audience of tens of thousands?

Imogene is that girl, the girl you watched grow up on that popular blog. Imogene’s mother runs Mommylicious, a popular mommy blog. Her mother started the blog when she got pregnant with Imogene — she even held a poll to determine Imogene’s name (I know, right?) — and has chronicled being a mother and raising Imogene ever since.

While Imogene liked the attention when she was five, it’s a different story now that she’s in ninth grade. After all, what teenage girl wants their first period to be blogged about? Or the fact that they don’t have a date to the upcoming dance? It’d be one thing if Mommylicious were an obscure blog. It’s not. Imogene’s classmates read her mom’s blog. That’s so much worse.

Then Imogene’s English teacher assigns them a major project: keep a blog. Now is her chance to tell her mother all those things she’s never been able to. Surely it’ll be easier via a blog than to her face, right? But will her mother listen or will it just be an all-out war?

I realize this is somewhat meta. Reviewing a book about blogs on a blog! But I think it’s an interesting question. I’ve seen mommy blogs along the lines of the fictional Mommylicious. Sure, the photos of those adorable little kids are cute. But what happens as those children get older? In a highly connected world, does growing up have to be chronicled to the last detail on blogs and social media? Seems tough.

Maybe it’s because I come from this corner of the blogging world but I felt strong secondhand embarrassment when reading about the things Imogene’s mother blogged about. Picking your daughter’s name because it’s what your readers want? Blogging about your daughter’s first period? Chronicling your daughter’s crushes? Lack of boundaries! Where’s the privacy? I would be incredibly concerned if strangers came up to my daughter in the mall food court and started talking to her because they recognize her on sight and think they know her. I can’t blame Imogene for flipping out.

On the other hand, I don’t understand why Imogene didn’t fight back more. So maybe she can’t say these things directly to her mother but even using the platform of a blog, she was still a little wishy washy about it. Some people get braver on the internet. Imogene stayed the same. Not that this is a bad thing, of course. It just didn’t work for me narratively. Her initial posts, while angry, were more passive aggressive than anything else. I don’t understand why she couldn’t have posted a simple message along the lines of “My mother posts every little detail about my life and i consider it an invasion of privacy. I feel like she listens more to her blog followers and sponsors than me.”

I love that the book focused on the relationships between mothers and daughters but in some ways, I thought the handling was shallow and scattered. Part of this is because Imogene’s best friend is also the daughter of a blogger (a health/vegan blogger versus a mommy blogger). The best friend also feels like her mother cares more about her blog than her daughter, so the two make a pact about using the English class blogs to make her moms understand. But when Imogene begins to wonder if maybe this is the wrong approach, the two have a falling out.

Add to this a crush whose parents are absent and who thinks Mommylicious is the epitome of a mother’s love for her child, and I just couldn’t figure out what point this book was trying to make. Mommy bloggers are terrible people who exploit their children? Get off the internet, stop blogging and take a walk on the beach? Blogs are great for some people and not so much for others? I want to think it was the last one but there were several points in the book where I just wasn’t sure.

I really liked the premise of the novel. I do think it’s something to think about. But the treatment was shallow and thin. Maybe it’s the age? I usually don’t read YA in which the protagonist is in 9th grade. In the book, this isn’t even high school yet. Maybe young, sweet YA just isn’t for me. C

My regards,
Jia

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