Stories can empower us, inspire us or, in bad cases, reinforce negative ideas; they can be instruments of ideology or resistance or, strangely enough, both. I liked the main character and I liked the story. She picked up the little amphora on my desk and held it in her hands, turning it over, then set it down again. View Comments Registration on or use of this site constitutes acceptance of our and © 2019 Advance Ohio. She picked up the little amphora on my desk and held it in her hands, turning it over, then set it down again. Blonde, beautiful, above average intelligance yet surreal in a way with an odd naivity. At the center of The Legacy is the story of Julia Alpers, her friend Ralph, and the beautiful and wealthy Ingrid.
At the time I had recently moved back to Australia to join my husband while he did his fieldwork in the far north, and I was feeling quite a bit exiled from the cities that I considered home, so this sense of nostalgia probably permeates the story. Then -- again in rebellion against the laws that a woman's property belonged to her husband -- she wrote a will that bequeathed most of her property to her granddaughters. I was interested in telling this story from a marginal point of view, to give perspective on Ingrid that was slightly critical and definitely ambivalent. Anyone whose life has been changed by reading or hearing a story will understand this, especially women. What Julia discovers plunges her more deeply into Ingrid's life than she could ever imagine.
What would you like readers to know about Julia? But of course at other times it manages to be entirely its own book, a more personal book than its two most obvious peers. Okay, so I didn't like Julia. But the writing was a bit confusing, sometimes I had to reread to see when something was happening or even what was happening. She lived in New York between 1998 and 2006, where she completed a PhD in English on Renaissance poetry at Rutgers University. At the center of The Legacy is the story of Julia Alpers, her friend Ralph, and the beautiful and wealthy Ingrid. Are these things that you had an interest in prior to writing The Legacy, or did you learn about them while writing the novel? She finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in a dented metal saucer she had brought in with her. Tranter's writing has the same clear, evocative tone as both Tartt's and Hustvedt's prose.
That was about all I could think through. But then she crosses to the fridge and takes out a cranberry juice. If you don't describe them, you end up with a book that is self-absorbed, an internal examination of the sense of obsessiveness, a reflective self-consciousness. And I didn't like Ingrid, despite my sharp surge of compassion during the prologue. I lay there with my Alice bottle and thought about the story I could tell, the curse that I could lay, the scrolls that I could fill. Too ill to travel, he sent off Julia to do some sleuthing for him. This book was a bundle of conflicts.
It is seductive, darkly sexual, haunting, and even frightening. But on the morning of September 11, 2001, she has an appointment downtown. The book was an amalgam of a coming-of-age love triangle, shot through with a mystery. But when scandal lands on her own doorstep, she finds herself in a desperate struggle to save her baby from those far more powerful than her. I wondered how much I had looked after her, and what kind of loyalty that had bought me. A brilliant businesswoman, in an era when women had almost no rights, she defied the norm to amass a fortune in her name. She narrowed her eyes at me, then picked up her magazine and put her feet on the desk and started to read.
Ingrid is part Grace Kelly, part Hitchcockian heroine. She was back, leaning in the doorway with folded arms. Nothing will prepare Julia for what she ultimately discovers. She worked at a video store while she was at university, and became friendly with Ralph, who called in at the video store and watched films behind the counter with her. It seemed to be a plot device to add suspense, but just ended up being frustrating to read. I conceived the story of The Legacy in Darwin, far away from both those places, and wrote most of it in Ithaca, New York, where I lived between 2007— 2009. The muffling came down again as I went to sleep on the chaise in my room but one of my thoughts was sharp through it for a moment.
The novel opens with a prologue voiced by Ingrid, as her step-daughter Fleur watches Ingrid emerging from a beating in what we assume is domestic violence. I have pretty eclectic tastes in film as in literature, as readers will probably guess from the video store scenes in The Legacy. See my entire review at Thanks to the publisher and goodreads for the free review copy. This allowed me to explore some of the aspects of friendship that are interesting to me, the sides that are hardest to admit or talk about — the way that moments of envy and resentment can sit side by side with other feelings of affection and attachment, the complexity of those feelings that are just as complicated and passionate in many cases as romantic love. It's largely because a lot of her conversation is left out, her responses to things - we get her inner thoughts but we also get the impression that she doesn't speak her mind.
I suppose that by rewriting The Portrait of a Lady I am trying to write a kind of countercurse against whatever malevolent power it might exert. As Julia grows closer to unearthing the truth about Ingrids death, she is forced to confront her conflicted feelings about her former friend and to make a crucial decision about her own future. It sat right where her feet had been before. He wants to know what happened to Ingrid, who was living in the city, studying at Columbia and married to Gil, a dark sort with a brilliant child named Fleur. Filled with examples of the intricacies of relationships, this novel examines the bonds that people form in friendships, casual acquaintances and intimate relationships. Devastated and heartsick, Ralph sends Julia to New York to investigate Ingrid's last days.
But because of the qu This is another impressive first novel by an Australian writer. But it's not a mystery. In The Legacy it is another vehicle for thinking about the revelatory power of writing, and our superstitions about it. Availability: Fishpond The problem with authors who are inspired to imitate Henry James is that they usually turn out to not be Henry James. And is never seen again. The pacing is deliciously unhurried, all minutiae examined closely.