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Author Monica Raszewski.<\/p>\nIf AI, rather than just I, were writing a review of Crimson Light Polished Wood \u2013 Monica Raszewski\u2019s transcendent and lyrical exploration of women in love (thank you, Mr Lawrence) \u2013 here\u2019s what it would say, according to AI Overview:<\/p>\n
\u201cLeonora has relocated to Melbourne from London and falls in love with Margaret, a fellow teacher who three years later dies of cancer. While still grieving for Margaret, Leonora meets and befriends Anna, the Polish woman who lives next door.\u201d<\/p>\n
But if any work of fiction ever called for the human touch, this is such a one. Anticipate a warm bath of words and images that evoke and glory in the sensation of touch.<\/p>\n
Steeped in empathy, Crimson Light Polished Wood presents an array of characters beyond any machine\u2019s ability to simulate that quality: Margaret\u2019s mother, the bitter Mrs Renfrew; young Lydia (clearly drawn from the author\u2019s own inquisitive book-passionate childhood); and a host of others.<\/p>\n
Author Monica Raszewski.<\/p>\n
As the story begins with the agonies of a terminal cancer patient (no attempt here to prettify or dignify the physical dissolution of a well-loved one), I forewarn that you do not come to this work expecting Heidi meets Pollyanna.<\/p>\n
While childhood is given full play, and adulthood its proper measure of joy, a deep darkness descends as the end of Margaret\u2019s time portends division and rancour for those to whom she was bound in life.<\/p>\n
Even when Raszewski, like a violin virtuoso, plays her saddest notes, she does so with an awesome mixture of plangency and particularity, as in this beauty: \u201cWhite carnations were for death, they were the flowers to take to funerals and cemeteries.\u201d<\/p>\n
Although her novel paints a rich interior, its exterior is noteworthy too, defying the clich\u00e9 that you can\u2019t judge a book by its cover.<\/p>\n
the narrative wends its way from tales of migration, to delight, to the shock of bereavement and the aftershocks of familial strife<\/p>\n
Yet this one you can: as you can see for yourself \u2013 shelves adorned by a miniature house terrace, a period alarm clock, a wooden apple and an apple-shaped wooden heart, overseen by a mask that may just be a kabuki doll \u2013 will whet your curiosity for the ample riches to be found inside.<\/p>\n
A treasure trove awaits lovers of literature. The titles of cherished classics \u2013 Jane Eyre, Alice in Wonderland, Great Expectations and many others \u2013 lie scattered about as the narrative wends its way from tales of migration, to delight, to the shock of bereavement and the aftershocks of familial strife.<\/p>\n
Dwelling on the latter for a moment, I can recall no books in recent years that more skilfully depict the impact that a relative\u2019s loss has on their family circle. As many will know, a deceased person\u2019s will can expose the brittleness of blood ties and prompt the most extreme reactions in otherwise reasonable people.<\/p>\n
Immortals such as Leo Tolstoy and John Galsworthy succeeded in their portraits of family life by bridging the universal and the particular.<\/p>\n
Here, Raszewski has done no less. Universal emotions play out in a particular time and place: middle-class Melbourne suburbia from the 1960s to the \u201980s. Hers is an uncommon talent, confident enough to insert poetic invention into the warp and weft of her prose \u2013 and more than once it brought this reviewer to the edge of tears.<\/p>\n
There are significant moments of elation too: somewhere she has unearthed the existence of a long-forgotten volume titled The Young Visiters [sic], written in 1890 by one Daisy Ashford, aged nine. What a find!<\/p>\n
Spring is coming. The sap is rising. Treat yourself to a taste of humanity that flows with the richness and energy of prose, both honeyed and honed. It\u2019s a taste that, once acquired, will have you hungering for more.<\/p>\n
Crimson Light Polished Wood by Monica Raszewski, Transit Lounge, $32.99.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"If AI, rather than just I, were writing a review of Crimson Light Polished Wood \u2013 Monica Raszewski\u2019s…\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":44092,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[64,63,457,134],"class_list":{"0":"post-44091","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-books","8":"tag-au","9":"tag-australia","10":"tag-books","11":"tag-entertainment"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44091","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=44091"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44091\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/44092"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=44091"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=44091"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=44091"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}