Full disclosure: I did not like Room. I did
not like Room so much that I didn’t even finish it. I understand what Donoghue
was trying to do with Room, I get that it was amazing that she was able the
channel the voice of a 5 year old who knows nothing about the real world. But –
it drove me nuts. I couldn’t stand reading the story told from the 5 year olds
perspective. Everyone else I know loved
it though – so maybe I am just totally wrong here – but it was literally one of
the worst books I attempted to read last year. HOWEVER! I have looked over the
rest of Donoghue’s bibliography and, other than Room, her books certainly
appeal to me; based on their blurbs anyway.
I first noticed Frog Music at Chapters one
day by its bright and fun cover, upon closer inspection the synopsis sounded
pretty cool so I added it to my list. Luckily (or usually annoyingly) my list
is hundreds of books long and I found myself kind of avoiding Frog Music. It’s
been on display in the library forever, but I was still nervous about picking
it up, thinking about how much I hated Room. Well. The other night, while
volunteering at the library, I didn’t have time to look through the books, so I
grabbed Frog Music off the shelf and crossed my fingers.
Frog Music is the story of Blanche, an
exotic dancer/prostitute, her lover Arthur, his companion (lover?) Ernest and
Blanche’s new friend Jenny, all living in small-pox infested, boiling hot San
Francisco in 1876. Blanche, Arthur and Ernest were all Circus performers in
France who decided to come to San Francisco after Arthur fell from the flying
trapeze and effectively ended his circus career. Blanche meets Jenny one night
after Jenny runs into her with her bicycle (click here for an image). At first
Blanche is annoyed and repulsed by Jenny – with her short haircut, her pants
(Jenny will only wear pants, a fact that has had her fined on multiple occasion
and even thrown into jail every now and again) and her brash ways. At the same
time, Blanche finds her intriguing; she’s never really had female friends
before and Jenny has a way of getting under her skin, in good ways and bad; and
it also seems that Jenny may have come from France as well, although long ago.
Jenny is different from anyone Blanche has ever met. She is confident and lives
life her own way. She isn’t bogged down by possessions, by people, by her past.
She lives the way she wants, she catches and sells frogs to the local
restaurants, she refuses to play the submissive woman in a time when that’s
what was expected and demanded of women, she is not afraid of anyone, no matter
their station in life “I say it again; you like everything disgusting.” “You
mean Maria?” She does, but that sounds harsh. “I mean her story.” “I just like
stories,” Jenny says with a shrug.“
Jenny has a way of getting inside Blanche, she
questions everything, she doesn’t stop when a story seems painful, or if it’s obvious
that people don’t want to talk about it. However, she never reveals anything
about herself. Blanche knows nothing about her, which becomes blatantly
obvious, much to Blanche’s chagrin, after Jenny is murdered (don’t worry, this
happens super early in the book – I am not giving anything away!) Blanche is
certain that she knows the killer, and that she was the intended target. But in
trying to figure it all out, she begins to wonder if maybe she should have
gotten to know Jenny better, and if maybe it wasn’t about her at all.
The story alternates between the fateful
meeting of Jenny and Blanche, and Jenny’s murder; one month later. Blanche and
Jenny are on the run from Blanche’s ex-lover when Jenny is shot through a
window one night at the hotel they are hiding at. Blanche has only narrowly
missed being killed herself, which leads her to believe that it is Arthur who
was the killer, or his faithful and creepy companion Ernest. Blanche does have
a very good reason for suspecting Arthur – but the rumour is he’s out of the
city. Blanche would love nothing more than to run away, never see San Francisco
again, but there is one very big thing stopping her from leaving. Arthur has
their son, although Blanche is not sure if the baby is dead or alive at this point,
and she can’t leave until she knows for sure. “Would Arthur have hired some
neighbor or one of their old lodgers to keep an eye on P’tit while Papa was off
murdering Maman?”
I didn’t actually realize before I started
reading (although it says it on the front flap!) but this story is actually
based on a real life story. I must say that so far I am enjoying it, although I
definitely have some issues. Donoghue has painted a realistic portrait of the
place and times; (well as far as I know…. Which I mean, I know nothing, but it
feels good to me!) she has engaged all of my senses with the book, she talks
about the smells and the sounds, the characters are always singing. The City
(as it’s referred by his inhabitants) becomes one of the characters. The big problem
that I have with the book so far is Blanche, which goes back to my problem with
weak characters. Blanche is devoted, completely and utterly devoted to Arthur;
she dances and prostitutes herself out to keep Arthur and Ernest in money for
their bohemian lifestyle. Meanwhile they do nothing except gamble and sleep
with other woman and spend her money. Blanche literally does everything Arthur
wants her too, including sleeping with Ernest – which seems to be mostly Ernest
trying to get physically close to Arthur. Arthur and Ernest have a very strange
relationship; it bounces between brotherly, parental and at times, dominant.
Either way, Ernest is also totally devoted to Arthur, and I think that Arthur
plays Blanche and Ernest off of each other. They both vie to be the most
important one in his life. It bothers me that Blanche lets Arthur walk all over
her, though I know those are the times. At the same time, she does notice that
things are off. She hides money from Arthur and has also hidden the deed to the
house, as it is in her name. In fact, the deed is hidden behind a painting that
makes Blanche a little uncomfortable, but is one of Arthur’s favourites – ‘a
strange picnic in which a naked woman sits on the grass between two
black-jacketed dandies”.
My only other small issue is that since
Blanche is from Paris, she uses a lot of French throughout the story. It’s not
a huge issue for me, I know what most of it means, but I find it distracting
when I don’t. Donoghue has put a glossary at the back of the book, which is
great – but it distracts the flow of the story when you have to flip to the
back. I’ve also noticed that sometimes she translates in the next paragraph,
which I think is definitely the way to do it when using another language. I
wonder what other people think about this, if it bothers them or adds to the
flavour of the story?
I am looking forward to finishing the book.
There are still a lot of unanswered questions – to the point that I really have
no concrete guesses about what’s going to happen. Because the story is told in
alternating time lines, there are still things about the lead up to Blanche and
Jenny running away that I don’t know. From what I know so far, there really has
not been any sort of real reason for Arthur to have lost it as he did. The big
problem right now is Blanche’s attempt to be a good mother – Arthur cannot
really handle that Blanche’s attention has been diverted from him “Her man and
her child. How can Blanche weigh them against each other, and why should she
have to?” But there has to be more to it than that? I also need to know more
about Jenny, which I am assuming that we must get – there is just too much
built up about her mysterious past for it to not have any connection whatsoever
to the murder. Although apparently in real life the murder was never solved, so
maybe the book will end on a cliffhanger… which would be pretty awful... so I
really hope that doesn’t happen. The book is at a pretty good place right now –
it could end up being great, but depending on how various things turn out...
this may not get as high of a rating as I am anticipating.
Look at you back at teasing in your new place... still doing a great job!
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