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[[ Read Ebook ]] ⚧ The Stone Angel ⚷ In Her Best Loved Novel, The Stone Angel, Margaret Laurence Introduces Hagar Shipley, One Of The Most Memorable Characters In Canadian Fiction Stubborn, Querulous, Self Reliant And, At Ninety, With Her Life Nearly Behind Her Hagar Shipley Makes A Bold Last Step Towards Freedom And IndependenceAs Her Story Unfolds, We Are Drawn Into Her Past We Meet Hagar As A Young Girl Growing Up In A Black Prairie Town As The Wife Of A Virile But Unsuccessful Farmer With Whom Her Marriage Was Stormy As A Mother Who Dominates Her Younger Son And, Finally, As An Old Woman Isolated By An Uncompromising Pride And By The Stern Virtues She Has Inherited From Her Pioneer AncestorsVivid, Evocative, Moving, The Stone Angel Celebrates The Triumph Of The Spirit, And Reveals Margaret Laurence At The Height Of Her Powers As A Writer Of Extraordinary Craft And Profound Insight Into The Workings Of The Human Heart From The Hardcover Edition Hagar Shipley has earned the right to be curmudgeonly Now 90 years old, she has already lived with her son Marvin and his wife Doris for 17 years when they spring a surprise on her they want to sell the house and move somewhere smaller, and they mean to send her to Silver Threads nursing home What with a recent fall, gallbladder issues and pesky constipation, the old woman s health is getting to be than Doris can handle at home But don t expect Hagar to give in without a fight.This is one of those novels where the first person voice draws you in immediately I am rampant with memory, Hagar says, and as the book proceeds she keeps lapsing back, seemingly involuntarily, into her past While in a doctor s waiting room or in the derelict house by the coast where she runs away to escape the threat of the nursing home, she loses the drift of the present and in her growing confusion relives episodes from earlier life.Many of these are melancholy her mother s early death and her difficult relationship with her father, an arrogant, self made shopkeeper Both of us were blunt as bludgeons We hadn t a scrap of subtlety between us her volatile marriage to Bram, a common fellow considered unworthy of her Twenty four years, in all, were scoured away like sand banks under the spate of our wrangle and bicker and the untimely deaths of both a brother and a son.The stone angel of the title is the monument on Hagar s mother s grave, but it is also an almost oxymoronic description for our protagonist herself The night my son died I was transformed to stone and never wept at all, she remembers Hagar is harsh tongued and bitter, always looking for someone or something to blame Yet she recognizes these tendencies in herself and sometimes overcomes her stubbornness enough to backtrack and apologize What wisdom she has is hard won through suffering, but she s still standing She s a holy terror, son Marvin describes her later in the novel another paradox.Originally from 1964, The Stone Angel was reprinted in the UK in September as part of the Apollo Classics series It s the first in Laurence s Manawaka sequence of five novels, set in a fictional town based on her hometown in Manitoba, Canada It could be argued that this novel paved the way for any number of recent books narrated by or about the elderly and telling of their surprise late life adventures everything from Jonas Jonasson s The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared to Emma Hooper s Etta and Otto and Russell and James I was also reminded of Jane Smiley s Midwest novels, and wondered if Carol Shields s The Stone Diaries was possibly intended as an homage.I loved spending time in Hagar s company, whether she s marveling at how age has crept up on her I feel that if I were to walk carefully up to my room, approach the mirror softly, take it by surprise, I would see there again that Hagar with the shining hair, the dark maned colt off to the training ringtrying to picture life going on without her Hard to imagine a world and I not in it Will everything stop when I do Stupid old baggage, who do you think you are Hagar There s no one like me in this world.or simply describing a spring day The poplar bluffs had budded with sticky leaves, and the frogs had come back to the sloughs and sang like choruses of angels with sore throats, and the marsh marigolds were opening like shavings of sun on the brown river where the tadpoles danced and the blood suckers lay slimy and low, waiting for the boys feet.It was a delight to experience this classic of Canadian literature The Apollo imprint will be publishing the second Manawaka book, A Jest of God, in March With thanks to Blake Brooks at Head of Zeus Apollo for the free copy for review.Originally published with images on my blog, Bookish Beck. When I was nine years old my only uncle lost control of his car on an icy road, and, after flipping several times, was thrown violently from his vehicle.His mother my grandmother received a call that night that no parent ever wants to receive Her son was in the hospital, was in very serious condition, and could she come soon, please My grandmother arrived at the hospital to find that her handsome, vibrant, newly engaged youngest son was paralyzed from the neck down.And through the years I have wondered did she collapse immediately Did she scream How long did it take before she fell completely apart, and what was the glue that put her parts back together I never learned the answers to any of these questions how could I ever have brought myself to ask , I only know that, for the next year of her life, she drove over an hour to the hospital each day, to oversee the installation of ventilators, feeding and drainage tubes, and to offer encouragement to her 29 year old son Of course, honey, of course it s going to be okay.She met the fianc e out for coffee, where the young woman nervously asked if she could go ahead and break off their engagement for her She insisted he have the dignity of fresh, proper clothes every day instead of hospital gowns and she often laundered them well into the night, after driving the long commute home.She stayed every day, helped dress her grown son s broken body and held bent straws filled with water to his lips.And, at the year s end she had a son dead from pneumonia and a diagnosis of cervical cancer.This is a true story, and my grandmother who died 7 years ago would have been mad as hell at me for telling it to you She d have said it was none of your business.And maybe it isn t But, I could not believe it, I just could not believe it When I met the protagonist of The Stone Angel, Hagar Currie Shipley, I found myself staring my grandmother right in the face Hagar IS my grandmother She s a woman who was broken by tragedy and disappointment A woman who watched loved ones die tragically and who woke up one day to find herself a prisoner of her own bitterness.Because, you see, when we grandkids started flying in to spend summers with Grandmother, two years after the tragedy we were the recipients of a great hostess, a good cook, and a devoted concierge, but we were also the recipients of an anger and a bitterness that could never be resolved and could never go away.To be completely frank, I thought my grandmother was a real bitch.Just as Marvin and Doris Hagar s son and daughter in law feel about Hagar And they are conflicted by familial obligation, but also so very tired of the verbal barbs and the never ending responsibility of caring for a person who can t ever seem to be kind or thankful.And this author, Margaret Laurence, is a genius, because she takes a real bitch like Hagar and she cleverly juxtaposes her present with her past and the aging mother mother in law with her aging, adult kids, and writes, How you see a thing it depends which side of the fence you re on And I don t particularly like Hagar or my grandmother any than I did at the start of this book, but I came to feel that I understood both women better by the end of it Hagar s unspoken but felt regrets cut me deeply to my core And it made me realize some people just carry the weight of their broken bones better than others. Old age ain t no place for sissies Bette DavisMy mother died 27 years ago She was in her mid eighties Unlike Hagar Currie Shipley, her mind was still sharp but her body was failing her in every possible way She had diabetes and congestive heart failure but, she ultimately died of liver disease from a tainted blood transfusion.I thought of my mom so much while reading this wonderful novel Mother bore her many physical afflictions with grace and also a deep gratitude for her family s support until the end Still, like Hagar Shipley, she was petrified of being placed in a nursing home which never happened This novel moves back and forth in time, tracing the life of Hagar Shipley, born Hagar Currie in the Canadian prairie town of Manawaka Hagar is a crotchety 90 year old currently living with her son, Marvin, and daughter in law, Doris As she faces the end of her life, she reflects with some regret upon her relationships with her father, brothers, husband and sons Although she could be judgmental, stubborn and prideful, her hardscrabble life on the prairie was a gut wrenching tale at times I never for once pitied Hagar But, I came to understand the source of her bitterness by the story s end.When her son and daughter in law suggest a move to a nursing home for her well being and their convenience Hagar rebels I couldn t help but feel sympathy for her and admiration for her moxie in old age As ornery as she was, her private thoughts about her daughter in law made me laugh out loud.This is a beautifully written and poignant story about the emotional complexities of ageing and losing one s independence Highly recommended Many of us bristle over school textbook and award winner If you imagined The Stone Angel would make a good show of refinement but isn t a five star page turner think again I m a gothic mystery, paranormal fan seldom enthusiastic without a ghost My marvel at this impressively crafted book is absolute, which became a 2007 film I didn t care for it as a pupil At 14, we find no adventure in hardship although those aspects are minor This time, my eye caught stunningly astute, absorbing emotions.The course I followed is that of a well bred lady marrying a crass widower angering her Dad She is no shrinking violet, trapped or bossed around We enjoyHagar Currie Shipley sgumption keeping a situation calm, or snapping back In the early 1900s, here is a woman not steered by wagging tongues For several chapters a compelling heroine, exquisite literary mettle, and Manitoba nature drive interestManawakais code forNeepawa , my fianc s hometown and we laughed together atGalloping MountainIt obviously doubled forRiding MountainA shift occurred by the time Hagar takes her youngest son to a city Not only do the memoirs reach their peak The page time of the elderly storyteller outweighs it The 95 year old version of our narrator is undeniably riveting.As present day Hagar dominates, sympathy skyrockets We are outraged her daughter in lawDoris , misreads Hagar s competency so flimsily We become champions against underestimating the elderly Then an astonishing, fast paced adventure takes place, that rises to a fever pitch This local classic, of which I ve been proud at arm s length, became a novel I lapped up in two days I m awe stricken by an author capable of weaving two vividly memorable threads, that culminate in the sharpest understanding It s a loss that Margaret killed herself upon a diagnosis of terminal cancer.