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A Student of Weather
In a story set against the backdrop of 1930s Dust Bowl Canada, two sisters fall for the same man, a visitor to the Saskatchewan farm of their widower father, igniting an emotional storm that has a profound impact on their lives. A first novel. Reprint. 40,000 first printing.
384 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
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Elizabeth Hay
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"Elizabeth Hay was born in Owen Sound, Ontario, the daughter of a high school principal and a painter, and one of four children. When she was fifteen, a year in England opened up her world and set her on the path to becoming a writer. She attended the University of Toronto, then moved out west, and in 1974 went north to Yellowknife in the Northwest Territories. For the next ten years she worked as a CBC radio broadcaster in Yellowknife, Winnipeg, and Toronto, and eventually freelanced from Mexico. In 1986 she moved from Mexico to New York City, and in 1992, with her husband and two children, she returned to Canada, settling in Ottawa, where she has lived ever since.
In 2007 Elizabeth Hay's third novel, Late Nights on Air, won the Scotiabank Giller Prize. Her first novel was A Student of Weather (2000), a finalist for the Giller Prize, the Ottawa Book Award, and the Pearson Canada Reader's Choice Award at The Word on the Street, and winner of the CAA MOSAID Technologies Inc. Award for Fiction and the TORGI Award. Her second novel, Garbo Laughs (2003), won the Ottawa Book Award and was shortlisted for the Governor General's Award. Hay is also the author of Crossing the Snow Line (stories, 1989); The Only Snow in Havana (non-fiction, 1992), which was a co-winner of the Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-fiction; Captivity Tales: Canadians in New York (non-fiction, 1993), and Small Change (stories, 1997), which was a finalist for the Governor General’s Award, the Trillium Book Award, and the Rogers Communications Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize. Hay received the Marian Engel Award for her body of work in 2002."
"Elizabeth Hay was born in Owen Sound, Ontario, the daughter of a high school principal and a painter, and one of four children. When she was fifteen, a year in England opened up her world and set her on the path to becoming a writer. She attended the University of Toronto, then moved out west, and in 1974 went north to Yellowknife in the Northwest Territories. For the next ten years she worked as a CBC radio broadcaster in Yellowknife, Winnipeg, and Toronto, and eventually freelanced from Mexico. In 1986 she moved from Mexico to New York City, and in 1992, with her husband and two children, she returned to Canada, settling in Ottawa, where she has lived ever since.
In 2007 Elizabeth Hay's third novel, Late Nights on Air, won the Scotiabank Giller Prize. Her first novel was A Student of Weather (2000), a finalist for the Giller Prize, the Ottawa Book Award, and the Pearson Canada Reader's Choice Award at The Word on the Street, and winner of the CAA MOSAID Technologies Inc. Award for Fiction and the TORGI Award. Her second novel, Garbo Laughs (2003), won the Ottawa Book Award and was shortlisted for the Governor General's Award. Hay is also the author of Crossing the Snow Line (stories, 1989); The Only Snow in Havana (non-fiction, 1992), which was a co-winner of the Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-fiction; Captivity Tales: Canadians in New York (non-fiction, 1993), and Small Change (stories, 1997), which was a finalist for the Governor General’s Award, the Trillium Book Award, and the Rogers Communications Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize. Hay received the Marian Engel Award for her body of work in 2002."
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September 8, 2022
My mom urged me to read this years ago, this first edition debut of Elizabeth Hay. People say she’s slow, but she’s not Snow Child slow. Her words are clean, clever, accessible, and often profound. She’s preoccupied by her relationships, this narrator in close third, particularly one she cannot let go. This may turn some people away, this obsession, this drive, as redundancy. Her characters are great, especially the one we travel with, Norma Joyce. Norma Joyce starts out as an 8-year-old living a small life on a Saskatchewan farm, as the black sheep of her broken family. They move from there to Ottawa, already familiar with their neighbors. This increases the tensions that built up on the farm between Norma Joyce and her older sister, Lucinda. Norma Joyce then moves away to NYC - but don’t be fooled: she manages to live a small life there too. In all three places, however, and at every age, she breaks the boundaries for acceptable female behavior. It’s fun to watch, as well as meaningful.
This was intimate and insightful, about a uniquely spirited and bright young woman I routed for the whole way. I don’t say this lightly, since she hurts others and herself. Only a full character in rich surroundings could inspire such commitment.
This is not your typical romance, but if you don’t like coming-of-age stories immersed in nature and focused on relationships, you will grow bored. Because this was so well done, and also because of its flaws, I’m highly curious to read another novel by Elizabeth Hay.
This was intimate and insightful, about a uniquely spirited and bright young woman I routed for the whole way. I don’t say this lightly, since she hurts others and herself. Only a full character in rich surroundings could inspire such commitment.
This is not your typical romance, but if you don’t like coming-of-age stories immersed in nature and focused on relationships, you will grow bored. Because this was so well done, and also because of its flaws, I’m highly curious to read another novel by Elizabeth Hay.
May 16, 2017
When I first arrived in Leeds for my master’s program in 2005, I met a PhD student who was writing her dissertation on Canadian women writers. To my shame, at that point in time I could literally only name one. Margaret Atwood. And I hadn’t even read anything by her yet. Fortunately, since then I’ve discovered more Canadian women writers in addition to Atwood, several of whom I admire greatly: Carol Shields, Margaret Laurence, Mary Lawson and now Elizabeth Hay.
This was her debut novel, shortlisted for the Giller Prize in 2000. I knew nothing about it when I picked it up as part of a 5-for-£1 stack at the Hay-on-Wye Oxfam shop. Set between the 1930s and 1970s, it’s something of a family saga but focuses on a pair of sisters, Norma Joyce and Lucinda Hardy, and the tacit feud that arises between them over a frostbitten young researcher who stumbles upon their Saskatchewan farmhouse one January evening in 1938.
“Two sisters fell down the same well, and the well was Maurice Dove.” Seventeen-year-old Lucinda has become a capable family housekeeper since their mother’s death three years ago. Norma Joyce is only eight but has gone through early puberty and is a precocious, sneaky child. Maurice works at an experimental farm and comes back twice more that year to observe a dust storm, drought, and plague of grasshoppers. On each visit, and in the years to come, the sisters quietly jostle for his attention. Despite the upheaval of war and a move to Ontario and then New York City, some things never change.
I loved the way Hay lends her story allusive depth by continually revisiting biblical pairs of opposites: Jacob and Esau, Mary and Martha, and the Prodigal Son and his jealous older brother. The descriptions of the Canadian prairies are also wonderful. My favorite parts of the book were when the two sisters were still together in Canada; once Norma Joyce moves to New York, it starts drifting a bit. However, there are such astute observations about what goes on in familial and romantic relationships, and so many perfect sentences, that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this slowly over the course of a month, and I’d gladly read anything else Hay has written.
Some favorite lines:
“Miniature berries after an endless winter. It’s what saves you. Something delicate and contained after endless loss.”
“Maybe that’s all anyone wants in the end, to be remembered rather than overlooked.”
“Such a delicate thief, the sound of rain the next morning when the lilacs were over and the day lilies just beginning.”
This was her debut novel, shortlisted for the Giller Prize in 2000. I knew nothing about it when I picked it up as part of a 5-for-£1 stack at the Hay-on-Wye Oxfam shop. Set between the 1930s and 1970s, it’s something of a family saga but focuses on a pair of sisters, Norma Joyce and Lucinda Hardy, and the tacit feud that arises between them over a frostbitten young researcher who stumbles upon their Saskatchewan farmhouse one January evening in 1938.
“Two sisters fell down the same well, and the well was Maurice Dove.” Seventeen-year-old Lucinda has become a capable family housekeeper since their mother’s death three years ago. Norma Joyce is only eight but has gone through early puberty and is a precocious, sneaky child. Maurice works at an experimental farm and comes back twice more that year to observe a dust storm, drought, and plague of grasshoppers. On each visit, and in the years to come, the sisters quietly jostle for his attention. Despite the upheaval of war and a move to Ontario and then New York City, some things never change.
I loved the way Hay lends her story allusive depth by continually revisiting biblical pairs of opposites: Jacob and Esau, Mary and Martha, and the Prodigal Son and his jealous older brother. The descriptions of the Canadian prairies are also wonderful. My favorite parts of the book were when the two sisters were still together in Canada; once Norma Joyce moves to New York, it starts drifting a bit. However, there are such astute observations about what goes on in familial and romantic relationships, and so many perfect sentences, that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this slowly over the course of a month, and I’d gladly read anything else Hay has written.
Some favorite lines:
“Miniature berries after an endless winter. It’s what saves you. Something delicate and contained after endless loss.”
“Maybe that’s all anyone wants in the end, to be remembered rather than overlooked.”
“Such a delicate thief, the sound of rain the next morning when the lilacs were over and the day lilies just beginning.”
August 20, 2022
Set in the depression era-Saskatchewan in the 1930s—and New York in the 60’s.
Spanning thirty years…
….Two sisters (Lucille and Norma Joyce Hardy) find an older man (Maurice Dave) — a botany student quite alluring….
Obsessively so…..
He’s charming and debonair….
He captures both their hearts —and the fun begins:
….Rivalry…. Bitterness….Resentments…
Jealousies…
There’s also a disturbing strife
with the sister’s aging father….(associated with Norma Joyce), that really got to me.
It’s a haunting story —
—sad as crappy weather days can be.
But—
what stands out is the magnificent detailed descriptive writing — (dry, dusty, drought weather- to character details and distinct personalities).
There are many eloquent sentences to savor……
and feelings to brut over….
For a book which is quiet in scope—
It’s loudly heard and emotionally felt.
Spanning thirty years…
….Two sisters (Lucille and Norma Joyce Hardy) find an older man (Maurice Dave) — a botany student quite alluring….
Obsessively so…..
He’s charming and debonair….
He captures both their hearts —and the fun begins:
….Rivalry…. Bitterness….Resentments…
Jealousies…
There’s also a disturbing strife
with the sister’s aging father….(associated with Norma Joyce), that really got to me.
It’s a haunting story —
—sad as crappy weather days can be.
But—
what stands out is the magnificent detailed descriptive writing — (dry, dusty, drought weather- to character details and distinct personalities).
There are many eloquent sentences to savor……
and feelings to brut over….
For a book which is quiet in scope—
It’s loudly heard and emotionally felt.
June 3, 2018
A Student of Weather was today's choice read to recover from travel, jet lag, and the unpacking and laundry tasks that come with it.
I had high hopes for the novel: It's set during the 1930s in depression-hit dust bowls of Saskatchewan and the New York of the 1960s, and it's by a Canadian author.
The last one, the Canadian factor, may have worked against the book. I'm only half kidding. I love Canadian writing. However, I am also reminded of Will and Ian Ferguson's summary of the Canadian literary novel (found in How to Be a Canadian):
"Handy tip! Write about a family gathering, a funeral or some sort of homecoming. That's the easiest way to bring characters together without having to construct a plot. And make sure to include the free-spirited sister, the recovering alcoholic brother, the other sister (the one who gave up on her dreams and is married to an abusive and/or aloof man) and - last but not least - the standard-issue abusive and/or aloof father figure. Add to the mix some cryptic dialogue about a past betrayal, maybe a dark secret or two, and half-bake at 40F. Do you see how these things just write themselves?"
The thing is, my assessment of every Canadian novel I have read since the Fergusons' above summary has started with a categorisation: either the book fits the description or it doesn't.
The ones that didn't fit the Fergusons' description were, on the whole, much more enjoyable and interesting reads.
Sadly, A Student of Weather fits the above description to a T (except there was no recovering alcoholic brother, tho there was a brother who died early on... I am counting this as half a point.). What is even sadder, is that I could not find any other aspect that made this book compelling or that kept me from skim-reading some parts.
It didn't help that the centre premise of the book is based on a love triangle that features some selfish asshat of a guy and two sisters who fight over his affections (which are always engaged elsewhere and for some reason the sisters just cannot see it)... Ugh.
The writing, tho, was very accomplished and I do look forward to trying the other book by Hay on Mt. TBR, Late Nights on Air.
Seriously, if that one also has a love triangle in it, I will DNF it faster than than I can type out the book title.
I had high hopes for the novel: It's set during the 1930s in depression-hit dust bowls of Saskatchewan and the New York of the 1960s, and it's by a Canadian author.
The last one, the Canadian factor, may have worked against the book. I'm only half kidding. I love Canadian writing. However, I am also reminded of Will and Ian Ferguson's summary of the Canadian literary novel (found in How to Be a Canadian):
"Handy tip! Write about a family gathering, a funeral or some sort of homecoming. That's the easiest way to bring characters together without having to construct a plot. And make sure to include the free-spirited sister, the recovering alcoholic brother, the other sister (the one who gave up on her dreams and is married to an abusive and/or aloof man) and - last but not least - the standard-issue abusive and/or aloof father figure. Add to the mix some cryptic dialogue about a past betrayal, maybe a dark secret or two, and half-bake at 40F. Do you see how these things just write themselves?"
The thing is, my assessment of every Canadian novel I have read since the Fergusons' above summary has started with a categorisation: either the book fits the description or it doesn't.
The ones that didn't fit the Fergusons' description were, on the whole, much more enjoyable and interesting reads.
Sadly, A Student of Weather fits the above description to a T (except there was no recovering alcoholic brother, tho there was a brother who died early on... I am counting this as half a point.). What is even sadder, is that I could not find any other aspect that made this book compelling or that kept me from skim-reading some parts.
It didn't help that the centre premise of the book is based on a love triangle that features some selfish asshat of a guy and two sisters who fight over his affections (which are always engaged elsewhere and for some reason the sisters just cannot see it)... Ugh.
The writing, tho, was very accomplished and I do look forward to trying the other book by Hay on Mt. TBR, Late Nights on Air.
Seriously, if that one also has a love triangle in it, I will DNF it faster than than I can type out the book title.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
May 30, 2021
Rated 4.5
I've sat down to write this review so many times since I read this book almost a month ago. Yet, I couldn't the words to correctly describe my thoughts about A Student of Weather. I still can't, but I will try. This is not a fast-paced book, if that's what you like. It doesn't even have a plot as such. In fact, the first few pages were a bit of a struggle to get into. But once I got past that initial hurdle, I could fully appreciate what a stunning piece of work this is, and how sadly under-appreciated.
Norma Joyce, an imaginative child, was just eight, and her elder sister, Lucinda was just seventeen when they first met the enigmatic Maurice Dove. Maurice seems to know everything that is to know. He is like this mysterious, yet charismatic stranger who seems to belong to a different world altogether - a world so different from that of the small, closed-up world of the two motherless sisters. Lucinda and Norma are instantly drawn to him. Maurice is, at first, enamored by Lucinda's beauty. Norma is jealous and resentful of her "perfect" elder sister, who is also their father's favorite. Lucinda, though she likes to play the part of the "saintly" responsible daughter, has her own jealousies and bitterness. Over the years, the resentment between the sisters increases, as they grow further apart. Maurice ends up breaking the hearts of both the sisters, with some devastating consequences.
There are no characters whom one can call "lovable"; every character is deeply flawed and imperfect. Usually, being unable to like any character spoils a book for me. But somehow that makes this book more realistic, more complex and believable. Despite their imperfections, the author managed to make me feel so attached to the sisters, to feel for them. It was heartbreaking how their mutual envy ultimately ruined both their lives.
What stands out the most about A Student of Weather is the author's lyrical, descriptive prose. The way she describes everything right from the landscape to the characters is mesmerizing, evocative and emotion-laden. A Student of Weather is not a light read, nor a very happy one. It's sad, at times even depressing. The ending is not neatly wrapped up, with everything resolved. Yet, every word in this book is to be savored. A Student of Weather is a poignant portrayal of the lives of two unforgettable sisters, and definitely worth a read.
Overall:
Spellbinding. Haunting. A must read!
Recommended?
Yes
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I've sat down to write this review so many times since I read this book almost a month ago. Yet, I couldn't the words to correctly describe my thoughts about A Student of Weather. I still can't, but I will try. This is not a fast-paced book, if that's what you like. It doesn't even have a plot as such. In fact, the first few pages were a bit of a struggle to get into. But once I got past that initial hurdle, I could fully appreciate what a stunning piece of work this is, and how sadly under-appreciated.
Norma Joyce, an imaginative child, was just eight, and her elder sister, Lucinda was just seventeen when they first met the enigmatic Maurice Dove. Maurice seems to know everything that is to know. He is like this mysterious, yet charismatic stranger who seems to belong to a different world altogether - a world so different from that of the small, closed-up world of the two motherless sisters. Lucinda and Norma are instantly drawn to him. Maurice is, at first, enamored by Lucinda's beauty. Norma is jealous and resentful of her "perfect" elder sister, who is also their father's favorite. Lucinda, though she likes to play the part of the "saintly" responsible daughter, has her own jealousies and bitterness. Over the years, the resentment between the sisters increases, as they grow further apart. Maurice ends up breaking the hearts of both the sisters, with some devastating consequences.
There are no characters whom one can call "lovable"; every character is deeply flawed and imperfect. Usually, being unable to like any character spoils a book for me. But somehow that makes this book more realistic, more complex and believable. Despite their imperfections, the author managed to make me feel so attached to the sisters, to feel for them. It was heartbreaking how their mutual envy ultimately ruined both their lives.
What stands out the most about A Student of Weather is the author's lyrical, descriptive prose. The way she describes everything right from the landscape to the characters is mesmerizing, evocative and emotion-laden. A Student of Weather is not a light read, nor a very happy one. It's sad, at times even depressing. The ending is not neatly wrapped up, with everything resolved. Yet, every word in this book is to be savored. A Student of Weather is a poignant portrayal of the lives of two unforgettable sisters, and definitely worth a read.
Overall:
Spellbinding. Haunting. A must read!
Recommended?
Yes
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Literarianism
December 4, 2013
The charming Maurice Dove is a botany student sent out to Saskatchewan to study the weather. When he walks into the Hardy home in 1938, he sets off a rivalry between two very different sisters. Lucille was beautiful, golden-haired, orderly and dependable. Norma Joyce was younger, darker, and a collector with a love of nature. Her natural curiosity is stimulated by Maurice's stories. Ernest Hardy, a widower, is a competent but distant man with a clear preference for one of his daughters. Maurice is careless with the love of the two young women causing longterm problems in the family.
"Blowing dust and we think of talcum powder, but it was so coarse it drew blood." The weather in Saskatchewan, especially the wind storms, plays an important role in this book. The hard time on the farm contrasts with their life later in Ontario in an inherited home. The book follows Norma Joyce from her childhood until she returns to Saskatchewan to visit and complete the circle in the 1970s.
Canadian author Elizabeth Hay has created a group of unforgetable, flawed characters. Acts of betrayal, passion, unrequited love, and tortured family dynamics propel the story along. The author's interest in nature shines through with beautiful descriptions of the land and the weather in this enjoyable book.
"Blowing dust and we think of talcum powder, but it was so coarse it drew blood." The weather in Saskatchewan, especially the wind storms, plays an important role in this book. The hard time on the farm contrasts with their life later in Ontario in an inherited home. The book follows Norma Joyce from her childhood until she returns to Saskatchewan to visit and complete the circle in the 1970s.
Canadian author Elizabeth Hay has created a group of unforgetable, flawed characters. Acts of betrayal, passion, unrequited love, and tortured family dynamics propel the story along. The author's interest in nature shines through with beautiful descriptions of the land and the weather in this enjoyable book.
February 4, 2019
HOLY CRAP. This book was amazing. A little draggy at the end, like it couldn't decide whether to end, but I really didn't want it to end anyway. Just gorgeous.
June 20, 2011
Elizabeth Hay is both a writer's writer and a consummate reader's writer--a word-siren, language mystic, narrative shaman, and spellbinding painter of prose. In this, her first novel, she creates a ballad-like story of contrasts--truth and deception, love and rejection, light and dark, faith and betrayal.
Two sisters, living with their widowed father, are a study of opposites. Seventeen-year-old Lucinda is lovely, tall, titian-haired, pliable, hard-working, dutiful, and light; nine-year-old Norma Joyce is small, dark, complicated, rebellious, passionate, odd-looking, and sullenly intelligent.
"She [Norma Joyce] was foliage in the wrong place, a jumble of weeds growing out of someone's back."
Beginning on a farm in the Prairie Dust Bowl of 1930's Canada, the story spans thirty years and takes the reader on a looping journey to Saskatchewan, Ottawa, and New York. The farm that Ernest Hardy lives on with his two daughters in Saskatchewan is the oasis in the drought, "a spot of dew in a dry field, a small hill that attracted rain and snow when nothing fell anywhere else."
The Hardy farm is single magnet for moisture in this bone-dry, punishing, skin-splitting, dust-laden community.
"...dust blew the paint off cars, settled on food while you ate, landed in your mouth while you slept, choked cattle in the fields, and muffled the calls of lost children. So much dust blown so far that it landed on ships in the middle of the Atlantic."
A handsome stranger would arrest the girls' hearts, driving one of them to obsession. Stepping out of a blizzard and into their lives is the handsome, prepossessing Maurice Dove, an Ottawa student studying weather and botany. He lodges with the Hardys on three separate occasions in one year, enchanting Lucinda, bewitching and educating Norma Joyce with his comprehensive knowledge of nature.
Lucinda's maternal nature blossomed in Maurice's presence. She cooked and cleaned with an almost Gertrudian fervor, tucking away dreams like the corners of sheets.
"By the time Maurice was ready to leave, Lucinda would be interested. This was her pattern: tugging carefully at every knot, pressing the wrapping paper flat, saving everything for future use, including her own anticipation."
But Norma Joyce has already reached out to touch his cheek and claim him immediately, believing that boldness counts for more than beauty. She's the shadow girl, the dark side of the moon. She thinks that stealthy intrusions will draw him closer. Maurice indulges in Lucinda's beauty and moist sponge cakes, while he instructs Norma Joyce in climate and history, acknowledging that she is a natural, gifted student.
Hay's metaphorical raveling of landscape and psyche is nothing short of phenomenal. The narrative winds its way through the inner and outer wilderness of the Hardy's lives as the story deepens into the musk and mead of their quiddity.
"Maybe Lucinda's beauty captivated the rain. Or--this thought occurred to him later--maybe the dark, unpredictable sister was the source of all the weather."
There are layers to peel and subtextual strata to mine. Sexual undertones and overtones impregnate the story, a sensuous pollen permeating the prose.
"The leaf's lower part is a split sheath wrapped tightly around the stem so it won't tear in the wind...The underside of the leaves have very few pores; in dry weather they roll up like waterproof tubes to hold in every precious drop of water vapour. As beautifully engineered, he says with a wink, as Claudette Colbert's nifty legs. Slender-tipped, smooth, loose and open, lax at flowering time, puberulent."
The story builds with intensity and eroticism, invoking shattering acts of betrayal and avid, tormented love. There are grains of The Thorn Birds and Gone with the Wind, but the erudition and subtlety far eclipses either novel. Also, Hay avoids the pitfalls of melodrama and ripens the story with nuanced authenticity. She is a master of detail, describing a word or a concept with filmic transcendence, turning every seed into a flower. There are also vestiges of Possession, another book of painful, incinerating love, and botany.
This is a also companion piece to her latest novel, Alone in the Classroom. The author has recurring themes and motifs that deepen the reading experience when both books are read. The suggestion that we carry the past forward undulates through both novels, as do early childhood tragedies. The relationship between student and teacher, parent and child, and the value of education--including the study of the natural world--is explored in both tales. I won't give detailed specifics away, as the joy of discovery heightens the pleasure.
Every passage is sui generis; every page is brimming with beauty and contrast. This is an extraordinary coming of age story, a novel of survival and redemption, a tale of two sisters and three cities, an unforgettable, incomparable story of deep forbearance and clemency.
Two sisters, living with their widowed father, are a study of opposites. Seventeen-year-old Lucinda is lovely, tall, titian-haired, pliable, hard-working, dutiful, and light; nine-year-old Norma Joyce is small, dark, complicated, rebellious, passionate, odd-looking, and sullenly intelligent.
"She [Norma Joyce] was foliage in the wrong place, a jumble of weeds growing out of someone's back."
Beginning on a farm in the Prairie Dust Bowl of 1930's Canada, the story spans thirty years and takes the reader on a looping journey to Saskatchewan, Ottawa, and New York. The farm that Ernest Hardy lives on with his two daughters in Saskatchewan is the oasis in the drought, "a spot of dew in a dry field, a small hill that attracted rain and snow when nothing fell anywhere else."
The Hardy farm is single magnet for moisture in this bone-dry, punishing, skin-splitting, dust-laden community.
"...dust blew the paint off cars, settled on food while you ate, landed in your mouth while you slept, choked cattle in the fields, and muffled the calls of lost children. So much dust blown so far that it landed on ships in the middle of the Atlantic."
A handsome stranger would arrest the girls' hearts, driving one of them to obsession. Stepping out of a blizzard and into their lives is the handsome, prepossessing Maurice Dove, an Ottawa student studying weather and botany. He lodges with the Hardys on three separate occasions in one year, enchanting Lucinda, bewitching and educating Norma Joyce with his comprehensive knowledge of nature.
Lucinda's maternal nature blossomed in Maurice's presence. She cooked and cleaned with an almost Gertrudian fervor, tucking away dreams like the corners of sheets.
"By the time Maurice was ready to leave, Lucinda would be interested. This was her pattern: tugging carefully at every knot, pressing the wrapping paper flat, saving everything for future use, including her own anticipation."
But Norma Joyce has already reached out to touch his cheek and claim him immediately, believing that boldness counts for more than beauty. She's the shadow girl, the dark side of the moon. She thinks that stealthy intrusions will draw him closer. Maurice indulges in Lucinda's beauty and moist sponge cakes, while he instructs Norma Joyce in climate and history, acknowledging that she is a natural, gifted student.
Hay's metaphorical raveling of landscape and psyche is nothing short of phenomenal. The narrative winds its way through the inner and outer wilderness of the Hardy's lives as the story deepens into the musk and mead of their quiddity.
"Maybe Lucinda's beauty captivated the rain. Or--this thought occurred to him later--maybe the dark, unpredictable sister was the source of all the weather."
There are layers to peel and subtextual strata to mine. Sexual undertones and overtones impregnate the story, a sensuous pollen permeating the prose.
"The leaf's lower part is a split sheath wrapped tightly around the stem so it won't tear in the wind...The underside of the leaves have very few pores; in dry weather they roll up like waterproof tubes to hold in every precious drop of water vapour. As beautifully engineered, he says with a wink, as Claudette Colbert's nifty legs. Slender-tipped, smooth, loose and open, lax at flowering time, puberulent."
The story builds with intensity and eroticism, invoking shattering acts of betrayal and avid, tormented love. There are grains of The Thorn Birds and Gone with the Wind, but the erudition and subtlety far eclipses either novel. Also, Hay avoids the pitfalls of melodrama and ripens the story with nuanced authenticity. She is a master of detail, describing a word or a concept with filmic transcendence, turning every seed into a flower. There are also vestiges of Possession, another book of painful, incinerating love, and botany.
This is a also companion piece to her latest novel, Alone in the Classroom. The author has recurring themes and motifs that deepen the reading experience when both books are read. The suggestion that we carry the past forward undulates through both novels, as do early childhood tragedies. The relationship between student and teacher, parent and child, and the value of education--including the study of the natural world--is explored in both tales. I won't give detailed specifics away, as the joy of discovery heightens the pleasure.
Every passage is sui generis; every page is brimming with beauty and contrast. This is an extraordinary coming of age story, a novel of survival and redemption, a tale of two sisters and three cities, an unforgettable, incomparable story of deep forbearance and clemency.
August 31, 2010
Honestly, I should be giving this book 1 star, but I'm adding another star because it's Canadian and a lot of the book takes place in an often overlooked part of the country - Saskatchewan.
I just could not like any of the characters - they all irritated me and could not find any redeeming qualities in them to make all their frustrating aspects forgivable. And I just couldn't understand why Elizabeth Hay would allude to so much action yet to happen yet in the next paragraph brush over so many things or mention important events in passing. This book was like a bad Seinfeld episode - it's about nothing. But there was no entertainment factor to be found.
I just could not like any of the characters - they all irritated me and could not find any redeeming qualities in them to make all their frustrating aspects forgivable. And I just couldn't understand why Elizabeth Hay would allude to so much action yet to happen yet in the next paragraph brush over so many things or mention important events in passing. This book was like a bad Seinfeld episode - it's about nothing. But there was no entertainment factor to be found.
June 20, 2011
“For most of our lives the days pass waywardly, without meaning, without particular happiness or unhappiness. Then, like turning over a tapestry when you have only known the back of it, there is spread the pattern.”
Elizabeth Hay quotes author Jane Gardham as a lead-in to one of the sections of her brilliant and nuanced novel, A Student of Weather. It is an apt quote, because Ms. Hay is fascinated with patterns…from the most ancient to the most contemporary, from natural patterns to patterns of the heart.
The novel begins, as most fairy tales do, with two sisters – one innocent, virtuous and fair and the other dark, homely and inquiring. Both yearn for “Prince Charming” and right away, he appears: “His voice outside, her hand on the coin of frostbite on his cheek, his gift of an apple.”
As readers of fairy tales, we are conditioned to know that the apple bodes badly, whether it’s from the Garden of Eden or from the Tale of Snow White. In this case, the apple is offered by a man named Maurice Dove, a handsome botanist, sought after by both sisters…by the beautiful Lucinda and Norma Joyce, her rambunctious younger sister. “There is always central to old fairy tales, the prince’s tendency to forget,” writes Ms. Hay. “But then maybe charm and forgetfulness always go together. Maybe forgetfulness allows you to be charming because people don’t register enough to be a burden.”
As Norma Joyce obsessively pursues the much-older Maurice, the age-old patterns of unrequited love begin to appear with hints of Madame Bovary, Tess of the D’Urbevilles and yes, Snow White. Despite herself, Norma Joyce is drawn into a pattern as old as the hills: the spurned lover pursuing a man who is unavailable. Her sister Lucinda will eventually describe her as, “My devious sister who destroys everything she touches.” Whether she can be viewed that harshly – or whether she is a pawn in the pattern of her family life – is something for the reader to evaluate and judge.
Ms. Hay is excellent in her description of the natural world, more so than just about any writer I have read. And so, the inevitable patterns of nature merge with the story, particularly two of the three settings (the third is New York): “Saskatchewan, so bitter, tenacious, aware. Ontario so careless and immune. An affair between two landscapes and two histories no less real, and no less ongoing, than are certain romances between people.”
Is Ms. Hay suggesting that we are, in essence, a microcosm of the world we exist in? I think that’s precisely what she’s trying to say. We are all in the rhythm of life, which encompasses the outside world, the generations, and the roles we are consigned to play.
The tempestuous storms mirror the first half of the novel, when the triangle of Norma Joyce, her sister Lucinda, and Maurice are blowing full force. It provokes an adrenalin rush in the reader, who sits safely, rapt and fascinated by the havoc. And after, when the consequences of this triangle are revealed, the winds get calmer and other patterns are explored – how our early life informs our later life, how the last generation informs the next one, and how life goes on, regardless. I cannot say I was quite as enchanted by the second half, which encapsulates thirty years rather quickly. But I am still in awe of a writer with the mastery of words and the splendor of vision to lovingly craft this world and to weave her tapestry so finely.
Elizabeth Hay quotes author Jane Gardham as a lead-in to one of the sections of her brilliant and nuanced novel, A Student of Weather. It is an apt quote, because Ms. Hay is fascinated with patterns…from the most ancient to the most contemporary, from natural patterns to patterns of the heart.
The novel begins, as most fairy tales do, with two sisters – one innocent, virtuous and fair and the other dark, homely and inquiring. Both yearn for “Prince Charming” and right away, he appears: “His voice outside, her hand on the coin of frostbite on his cheek, his gift of an apple.”
As readers of fairy tales, we are conditioned to know that the apple bodes badly, whether it’s from the Garden of Eden or from the Tale of Snow White. In this case, the apple is offered by a man named Maurice Dove, a handsome botanist, sought after by both sisters…by the beautiful Lucinda and Norma Joyce, her rambunctious younger sister. “There is always central to old fairy tales, the prince’s tendency to forget,” writes Ms. Hay. “But then maybe charm and forgetfulness always go together. Maybe forgetfulness allows you to be charming because people don’t register enough to be a burden.”
As Norma Joyce obsessively pursues the much-older Maurice, the age-old patterns of unrequited love begin to appear with hints of Madame Bovary, Tess of the D’Urbevilles and yes, Snow White. Despite herself, Norma Joyce is drawn into a pattern as old as the hills: the spurned lover pursuing a man who is unavailable. Her sister Lucinda will eventually describe her as, “My devious sister who destroys everything she touches.” Whether she can be viewed that harshly – or whether she is a pawn in the pattern of her family life – is something for the reader to evaluate and judge.
Ms. Hay is excellent in her description of the natural world, more so than just about any writer I have read. And so, the inevitable patterns of nature merge with the story, particularly two of the three settings (the third is New York): “Saskatchewan, so bitter, tenacious, aware. Ontario so careless and immune. An affair between two landscapes and two histories no less real, and no less ongoing, than are certain romances between people.”
Is Ms. Hay suggesting that we are, in essence, a microcosm of the world we exist in? I think that’s precisely what she’s trying to say. We are all in the rhythm of life, which encompasses the outside world, the generations, and the roles we are consigned to play.
The tempestuous storms mirror the first half of the novel, when the triangle of Norma Joyce, her sister Lucinda, and Maurice are blowing full force. It provokes an adrenalin rush in the reader, who sits safely, rapt and fascinated by the havoc. And after, when the consequences of this triangle are revealed, the winds get calmer and other patterns are explored – how our early life informs our later life, how the last generation informs the next one, and how life goes on, regardless. I cannot say I was quite as enchanted by the second half, which encapsulates thirty years rather quickly. But I am still in awe of a writer with the mastery of words and the splendor of vision to lovingly craft this world and to weave her tapestry so finely.
November 25, 2012
This book is totally mesmerizing. I really couldn't put it down. I was totally caught up in the lives of the two sisters Lucinda and Norma Joyce. The book begins right smack in the middle of the dustbowl 1930's on a Saskatchewan farm. This farm is where Lucinda and Norma Joyce were born, as well as Norma Joyce's twin brother Norman. Times were hard and all the country families pulled together to help everyone out. Norma Joyce's twin brother dies at the age of 2 and her mother when Norma Joyce was a little girl. Her sister Lucinda takes over her mother's chores. A young man shows up at their door one day and that event forever changes their lives. From then on Norma Joyce and her sister are rivals for the affection of this captivating young man. This rivalry dogs their relationship forever and changes the course of Norma Joyce's life. And the young man-well he continues on with his own life after he leaves the Hardy girls behind and he's blissfully unaware of the havoc that he has caused. The story covers more than three decades and the setting moves on to Ottawa when Lucinda, Norma Joyce and their father move there. It continues on in New York City where Norma Joyce moves to get away from what she feels is an atmosphere at home that is crushing the life out of her. This is an emotionally intense book to read. Ms. Hay's prose is so succinct and so brilliantly evocative that the story just leaps off the page. And it reminded me that most times people aren't really what they seem to be. The line between good and bad is blurred and no one is ever always good, and in most cases, not always bad either.
January 25, 2014
This book starts slowly. As a child in the first part, Norma Joyce is so annoying, so clingy, sneaky and needy, as to be unsympathetic and I wasn't sure how much time I would invest in the book. However, as the pages rolled by, and her life took such sad turns, I began to be more invested in her. Maurice was a truly horrible person, the kind of shallow, selfish individual who seems so attractive and charismatic on the surface but has no depth, no empathy for others. His abuse of Norma Joyce's affection is callous in the extreme, and nothing he does redeems that for me in the entire book. At first, I felt so bad for Lucinda, with Norma Joyce betraying her, but after a time, it was pretty clear that Lucinda, for all her physical beauty, rather enjoyed the role of victim, and would probably have been a total pain to any man who married her, even though it was never going to be Maurice.
The best part of the book for me was after Norma Joyce returned to care for her elderly father. Just when you think they have made their peace with each other, he throws one last painful punch at her. The last section, when she visits Saskatchewan, is so beautifully written, I want to use the word lyrical, even though that is a cliche. I wanted to drive there and see it for myself. I've been close to that part of Canada, although not quite there, and it haunted me to read her words.
I love this author. Late Nights on Air is one of my favourite books, and I highly recommend you read anything by her that you can. Also try Alone in the Classroom, another excellent novel.
The best part of the book for me was after Norma Joyce returned to care for her elderly father. Just when you think they have made their peace with each other, he throws one last painful punch at her. The last section, when she visits Saskatchewan, is so beautifully written, I want to use the word lyrical, even though that is a cliche. I wanted to drive there and see it for myself. I've been close to that part of Canada, although not quite there, and it haunted me to read her words.
I love this author. Late Nights on Air is one of my favourite books, and I highly recommend you read anything by her that you can. Also try Alone in the Classroom, another excellent novel.
June 9, 2018
A 3.75 really. :-) The quintessential quiet Canadian novel. The 1st in my #20BooksofSummer stack too.
January 4, 2016
Yet another re-read. Loved this the first time.
Oh, I still LOVE this book! Elizabeth Hay is a great talent.
"Two sisters fell down the same well, and the well was Maurice Dove."
Elizabeth Hay won the Giller Prize in 2007 for her book Late Nights on Air. I have devoured all of her works and adored each of them.
Oh, I still LOVE this book! Elizabeth Hay is a great talent.
"Two sisters fell down the same well, and the well was Maurice Dove."
Elizabeth Hay won the Giller Prize in 2007 for her book Late Nights on Air. I have devoured all of her works and adored each of them.
September 8, 2012
Achingly lovely. Achingly resonant. It's as if this book was written just for me.
This is instantly my favorite novel.
This is instantly my favorite novel.
August 8, 2011
This quote by Lydia Davis starts the novel:
“But when there are two sisters, one is uglier and more clumsy than the other, one is less clever, one is more promiscuous. Even when all the better qualities unite in one sister, as most often happens, she will not be happy, because the other, like a shadow, will follow her success with green eyes.”
This is a story of rivalry and of obsession. Though not really a happy story, a bit dark at times, actually, it is still a story full of hope, dreams and determination. We meet our heroine when she is 8 and leave her as she celebrates her 43rd birthday. “Norma Joyce Hardy” starts out as a “Joyce” but when her twin brother , Norman, dies, the family renames her “Norma Joyce” (how cruel and sad is that!). Author Hay does an excellent job of describing “dwarf-like” Norma Joyce to us. I have a wonderful picture of her in my mind.
Lucinda, the beautiful older sister, is everything Norma Joyce thinks she wants to be but knows she can never be. These motherless sisters (mom choked on a piece of meat and died when Norma Joyce was 5), seemingly exact opposites, live with their stoic father, who favours his beautiful daughter over his “ugly” one.
Into this cold, wintery, isolated Saskatchewan farm environment, when Norma Joyce is 8, stumbles a handsome 23 year old stranger, Maurice Dove. The year is 1938 and Maurice has been sent by the powers that be, in Ottawa, Ontario, to study the weather and to write about this farm that seems to get rain when everyone else around them is suffering horrific draught conditions. Lucinda and Norma Joyce begin to via for Maurice’s attention. And so this story, filled with erotic obsessions, seduction and eventually doom, begins.
The descriptive writing, taking us back and forth in time for a period of 30 years, is written in such a way that we, as readers, become part of Norma Joyce’s life. We know what she thinks ,smells, tastes, sees and what she wants and what she feels. As a natural student of life and a gifted artist, (though she never sees herself as such) Norma Joyce is a fascinating, flawed character. As her life plays out on the Saskatchewan family farm, in the city of Ottawa and in the city of New York, we are with her, every step of the way. A quote from the jacket of this novel says it all: “ This is a story about the mistakes we make that never go away, about how the things we want to keep vanish and the things we want to lose return to haunt us.”
For me, this story picks up speed and though the first half took me a few days to read, I read the last half in a day.
A most satisfying, is somewhat haunting, read!!
“But when there are two sisters, one is uglier and more clumsy than the other, one is less clever, one is more promiscuous. Even when all the better qualities unite in one sister, as most often happens, she will not be happy, because the other, like a shadow, will follow her success with green eyes.”
This is a story of rivalry and of obsession. Though not really a happy story, a bit dark at times, actually, it is still a story full of hope, dreams and determination. We meet our heroine when she is 8 and leave her as she celebrates her 43rd birthday. “Norma Joyce Hardy” starts out as a “Joyce” but when her twin brother , Norman, dies, the family renames her “Norma Joyce” (how cruel and sad is that!). Author Hay does an excellent job of describing “dwarf-like” Norma Joyce to us. I have a wonderful picture of her in my mind.
Lucinda, the beautiful older sister, is everything Norma Joyce thinks she wants to be but knows she can never be. These motherless sisters (mom choked on a piece of meat and died when Norma Joyce was 5), seemingly exact opposites, live with their stoic father, who favours his beautiful daughter over his “ugly” one.
Into this cold, wintery, isolated Saskatchewan farm environment, when Norma Joyce is 8, stumbles a handsome 23 year old stranger, Maurice Dove. The year is 1938 and Maurice has been sent by the powers that be, in Ottawa, Ontario, to study the weather and to write about this farm that seems to get rain when everyone else around them is suffering horrific draught conditions. Lucinda and Norma Joyce begin to via for Maurice’s attention. And so this story, filled with erotic obsessions, seduction and eventually doom, begins.
The descriptive writing, taking us back and forth in time for a period of 30 years, is written in such a way that we, as readers, become part of Norma Joyce’s life. We know what she thinks ,smells, tastes, sees and what she wants and what she feels. As a natural student of life and a gifted artist, (though she never sees herself as such) Norma Joyce is a fascinating, flawed character. As her life plays out on the Saskatchewan family farm, in the city of Ottawa and in the city of New York, we are with her, every step of the way. A quote from the jacket of this novel says it all: “ This is a story about the mistakes we make that never go away, about how the things we want to keep vanish and the things we want to lose return to haunt us.”
For me, this story picks up speed and though the first half took me a few days to read, I read the last half in a day.
A most satisfying, is somewhat haunting, read!!
April 6, 2013
This book makes me feel as moody as the Ottawa weather in early Spring mixed with the endless rain in Vancouver. Unluckily, the sun never came throughout the book.
The writing is beautiful and i don't regret reading it. However, the stereotypes strike me: with the soft conservative Scandinavian-looking sister being the beautiful one and the dark short Italian&Japanese-looking sister being the ugly sneaky one- and only makes a man want her - sexually! A feeling of a Hollywood blockbuster in the 80s came up to me.
In the end, the personality development is very precise, but yet so troubling and unreal for me. How could someone with such profound feeling of love and hate, someone who's so smart and independent fell into the same trap of vulnerability and a lack of self-respect.
If you like a book with beautiful, fragile and tragic female characters, you would enjoy it a lot. However, if you are a liberal well-traveled feminist in your 20s, this book will make you very 'moody'.
The writing is beautiful and i don't regret reading it. However, the stereotypes strike me: with the soft conservative Scandinavian-looking sister being the beautiful one and the dark short Italian&Japanese-looking sister being the ugly sneaky one- and only makes a man want her - sexually! A feeling of a Hollywood blockbuster in the 80s came up to me.
In the end, the personality development is very precise, but yet so troubling and unreal for me. How could someone with such profound feeling of love and hate, someone who's so smart and independent fell into the same trap of vulnerability and a lack of self-respect.
If you like a book with beautiful, fragile and tragic female characters, you would enjoy it a lot. However, if you are a liberal well-traveled feminist in your 20s, this book will make you very 'moody'.
March 6, 2010
Saskatchewan, Canada, 1930s.
The cranky father: Ernest Hardy - The Sister: Lucinda Hardy - The Stranger (who brings the rain to the dusty prairie: Maurice Dove -
The Twin who died: Norman... The One Called Ugly, Strange, lazy: Joyce, remaned Norma Joyce after little Norman died.
Norma Joyce, comes to be the most beautiful child filled with imagination, even though everyone finds her to be ugly and unmotivated. She holds healing, learning and loving in her soul.
A story of two sisters, growing up among the dust of the plains, the dust of a dull life. One sister breathtakingly beautiful, a home maker and favorite daughter. One sister, a collector of objects and stories who would rather be daydreaming in the dust then inside keeping a house. One winter day a stranger enters into the Hardy Family Home and he changes their lives for ever.
Norma Joyce Hardy. Enough said. A powerful and beautiful story of discovery of self and love. A story written with dream like descriptions of the weather, the landscapes.
Words turning into a vision of a painting.
Norma Joyce, a painter, discovers the art of painting one's self a landscape, a life.
5 out of 5: "Top of the list"
(amazon.com review)
The cranky father: Ernest Hardy - The Sister: Lucinda Hardy - The Stranger (who brings the rain to the dusty prairie: Maurice Dove -
The Twin who died: Norman... The One Called Ugly, Strange, lazy: Joyce, remaned Norma Joyce after little Norman died.
Norma Joyce, comes to be the most beautiful child filled with imagination, even though everyone finds her to be ugly and unmotivated. She holds healing, learning and loving in her soul.
A story of two sisters, growing up among the dust of the plains, the dust of a dull life. One sister breathtakingly beautiful, a home maker and favorite daughter. One sister, a collector of objects and stories who would rather be daydreaming in the dust then inside keeping a house. One winter day a stranger enters into the Hardy Family Home and he changes their lives for ever.
Norma Joyce Hardy. Enough said. A powerful and beautiful story of discovery of self and love. A story written with dream like descriptions of the weather, the landscapes.
Words turning into a vision of a painting.
Norma Joyce, a painter, discovers the art of painting one's self a landscape, a life.
5 out of 5: "Top of the list"
(amazon.com review)
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September 23, 2019Recently some of my reader/reviewer friends were shocked to discover that I had not read any of Canadian writer, Elizabeth Hay’s oeuvre. These are readers I respect AND who know my own tastes very well. So I decided to start with her first novel, “A Student of Weather” which was published in 2001 and won several awards. (Also, I’m a sucker for a good “sister” story!) I loved it!
Set in Canada, it is the story of two sisters, Norma Joyce and Lucinda, and starts in 1938 as snow covers a town hollowed out by the depression and the “dust bowl”. It’s a riveting tale of two sisters and a man. I couldn’t have been more engaged!
As I’m late to this novel, there are many many great reviews and recaps of it on this site. I’m just happy to have finally “discovered” the great writer that is Elizabeth Hay, and I’m so please that there are more novels for me to investigate; it feels like Christmas!
Set in Canada, it is the story of two sisters, Norma Joyce and Lucinda, and starts in 1938 as snow covers a town hollowed out by the depression and the “dust bowl”. It’s a riveting tale of two sisters and a man. I couldn’t have been more engaged!
As I’m late to this novel, there are many many great reviews and recaps of it on this site. I’m just happy to have finally “discovered” the great writer that is Elizabeth Hay, and I’m so please that there are more novels for me to investigate; it feels like Christmas!
June 5, 2009
Amazing story of love and lust, proving how men can take on two personalities and also how men are affectd by war. I felt really sorry for Norma Joyce and how her life panned out, and sad that she never received the love and respect she should have received from her father and the man she loved. I was disappointed by the ending, as I hoped Norma Joyce would find happiness, but the ending was very powerful in that it evoked those feelings of remembering a childhood place, and returning, only to be heartbroken because it had all changed.
April 5, 2012
Opening in the sultry prairies of 1930s Saskatchewan, this novel evocatively uses meterology, or the study of the weather, as a metaphor for the turbulence in two sisters' love lives as they fight for the same man's affections. I particularly enjoyed how the author avoids the cliches of a typical love story by exploring what happens when love doesn't work out for either woman ... My full review can be read at my blog, www.the-reading-list.com
December 12, 2013
This is my second time reading this book, as I wanted to revisit her descriptions of the light and landscape of the prairies. She has a talent for making you feel the passage of time from the perspective of the protagonist - a languid day that resonates throughout the book, or years that pass by at bewildering speed.
March 31, 2007
Set in the Saskatchewan dustbowl in the 1930s, this tale of two very different sisters and the diverging paths their lives take is masterful, engrossing, full of twists and turns about the choices we make and how our lives are so easily altered. Beautifully written.
March 10, 2015
I was prepared to love this book, but while there are some beautiful, insightful moments, it just wasn't enough. I had to slog through it, like waist deep snow, and the best part was tossing it in my finished stack.
September 3, 2008
This book was very poetically written but very anti-climatic. By the time I finished it, I felt like I had wasted a whole bunch of time.
April 17, 2021
This is such a beautiful novel. The story of two sisters, Lucinda and Norma Joyce, "one so beautiful and diligent, the other dark and deliberately unhelpful", growing up on a farm in Saskatchewan, both fascinated by the lodger, Maurice Dove, who comes twice a year to observe the dust storm. They later move to Ottawa, then Norma Joyce (the most fascinating character) moves to New York. The weather is the real hero of the book, linking everything together- the snow, the wind, the dust, the clouds, the sun: "Outside, snow comes down like grey feathers. After a while, the wind picks up; it blows the snow sideways and turns it into sheets of rain and lightning". The writing is absolutely gorgeous, clean, poetic, moving but detached. I felt so absorbed by the story. It becomes slightly less interesting when Norma Joyce moves to New York; it loses a bit of its gentleness, it isn't as slow and calm and sad anymore, but it is beautiful and I cannot give it less than 5.
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January 21, 2018Abandoned. I made several attempts at this but found reading it a real chore. It probably didn't help that I found the main character intensely irritating. No rating as I didn't finish it.
April 14, 2022
Elizabeth Hay is such a beautiful writer.
August 2, 2023
An interesting start with a touching portrayal of hardship during the dust bowl years in Saskatchewan. But the slow pace, lack lustre characters surrounding the main character didn’t make this a solid reach for me. The key male character in particular felt weak . Perhaps his character was meant to be so inconstant and flawed but the reactions he created didn’t seem probable.
August 24, 2016
The Naturalist
There is fiction and there is life, and the two are different. Typical fiction is articulated by its story, whether the grand heroic moment or the slow journey to some conclusion. But natural life continues after the novelist's conclusion, and most of it—untidy, sometimes surprising, often quietly satisfying—is far from heroic. It has taken me two books to realize it, but Elizabeth Hay is a novelist of this second kind, essentially a naturalist. She is interested in what happens, especially in women's lives, after the Bildungsroman is over, after the Romance has run its course. She is an emotional ecologist, seeing her characters in the context of that network of family, friends, and diverse occupations with which most of us build lives rather different from our original dreams, but that bring us satisfaction nonetheless.
The challenge for the writer is to get the reader to invest in such a story, to portray the ordinary in an extraordinary way. However good the writing (and Hay is brilliant), that built-in conflict between life and novel remains. I was taken aback by her most recent book Alone in the Classroom, because there she plunges the reader into a story of romance, murder, and sexual danger as powerful as any 19th-century novel, making it hard to transition from that into the more ordinary world. A Student of Weather, written a decade earlier, has a little of the same problem—an intense first half that becomes somewhat attenuated in the second—but it succeeds better because the story itself is lower key; less happens in it, but what does happen is more of a piece. Perhaps a better analogy would be a mountain stream, plunging over rocks and gullies, strengthening into a fine river, then spreading out over the flat but fruitful plain of the delta.
Hay is a naturalist rather than idealist in her creation of characters; this is a near-perfect novel about imperfect people. Nobody in this book is entirely admirable, but all are real. It opens in the thirties, in dust-bowl Saskatchewan. Proud, widowed, emotionally repressed, Ernest Hardy scrapes a bare subsistence on his prairie farm. He adores his elder daughter, Lucinda (18), but resents the younger one, Norma Joyce (8), whom he blames irrationally for the deaths of his wife and infant son. The sisters have a kind of Martha/Mary relationship (although Hay makes more of the biblical parallel between Esau and Jacob): beautiful Lucinda buries herself in work, keeping the house with a perfection that defies the invading dust; homely Norma Joyce is a shirker, burying herself in picture books or disappearing into the fields. She is sneaky too, pretending for instance that she cannot read, but engaging in a much richer imaginative life than her sister's. Into their lives will come the title character, Maurice Dove, a graduate student from Ontario studying the ecology of the dust bowl. His magnetic effect on both girls will be the compass that steers the rest of the book—or that leads it astray.
Not every reader will respond to the long decrescendo of this novel (and I suspect they will be more women than men). But nobody can fail to admire the skill with which Hay holds it together through subtle cross-references and quietly brilliant writing. While not writing in the heroic mode herself, she keeps a constant presence of romantic archetypes in the background—Jane Eyre, Madama Butterfly, George Eliot, Thomas Hardy—against which the real lives of these later Hardys may be measured. Small details such as a drop of blood or a touch of frostbite keep returning in unexpected places. Hay is a naturalist in the literal sense too; her awareness of the natural world, right down to the scents of the different grasses on the prairie, is a thing of wonder. And of course the weather, treated literally, treated metaphorically, or both at the same time:
There is fiction and there is life, and the two are different. Typical fiction is articulated by its story, whether the grand heroic moment or the slow journey to some conclusion. But natural life continues after the novelist's conclusion, and most of it—untidy, sometimes surprising, often quietly satisfying—is far from heroic. It has taken me two books to realize it, but Elizabeth Hay is a novelist of this second kind, essentially a naturalist. She is interested in what happens, especially in women's lives, after the Bildungsroman is over, after the Romance has run its course. She is an emotional ecologist, seeing her characters in the context of that network of family, friends, and diverse occupations with which most of us build lives rather different from our original dreams, but that bring us satisfaction nonetheless.
The challenge for the writer is to get the reader to invest in such a story, to portray the ordinary in an extraordinary way. However good the writing (and Hay is brilliant), that built-in conflict between life and novel remains. I was taken aback by her most recent book Alone in the Classroom, because there she plunges the reader into a story of romance, murder, and sexual danger as powerful as any 19th-century novel, making it hard to transition from that into the more ordinary world. A Student of Weather, written a decade earlier, has a little of the same problem—an intense first half that becomes somewhat attenuated in the second—but it succeeds better because the story itself is lower key; less happens in it, but what does happen is more of a piece. Perhaps a better analogy would be a mountain stream, plunging over rocks and gullies, strengthening into a fine river, then spreading out over the flat but fruitful plain of the delta.
Hay is a naturalist rather than idealist in her creation of characters; this is a near-perfect novel about imperfect people. Nobody in this book is entirely admirable, but all are real. It opens in the thirties, in dust-bowl Saskatchewan. Proud, widowed, emotionally repressed, Ernest Hardy scrapes a bare subsistence on his prairie farm. He adores his elder daughter, Lucinda (18), but resents the younger one, Norma Joyce (8), whom he blames irrationally for the deaths of his wife and infant son. The sisters have a kind of Martha/Mary relationship (although Hay makes more of the biblical parallel between Esau and Jacob): beautiful Lucinda buries herself in work, keeping the house with a perfection that defies the invading dust; homely Norma Joyce is a shirker, burying herself in picture books or disappearing into the fields. She is sneaky too, pretending for instance that she cannot read, but engaging in a much richer imaginative life than her sister's. Into their lives will come the title character, Maurice Dove, a graduate student from Ontario studying the ecology of the dust bowl. His magnetic effect on both girls will be the compass that steers the rest of the book—or that leads it astray.
Not every reader will respond to the long decrescendo of this novel (and I suspect they will be more women than men). But nobody can fail to admire the skill with which Hay holds it together through subtle cross-references and quietly brilliant writing. While not writing in the heroic mode herself, she keeps a constant presence of romantic archetypes in the background—Jane Eyre, Madama Butterfly, George Eliot, Thomas Hardy—against which the real lives of these later Hardys may be measured. Small details such as a drop of blood or a touch of frostbite keep returning in unexpected places. Hay is a naturalist in the literal sense too; her awareness of the natural world, right down to the scents of the different grasses on the prairie, is a thing of wonder. And of course the weather, treated literally, treated metaphorically, or both at the same time:
She follows his diagrams of air masses and arrows, and what she sees is a body of warm air sliding up over a body of cold air and trapping it there against its will, or a body of cold air pushing up under the skirts of warm air before thrusting up, but so clumsily, so restlessly, so oily and cold in its slovenly manners that there's no true mating, just a jostling for position that ends in depression, which she already knows about, she's in one after all.That was precocious, prepubescent Norma Joyce at nine. But stick with her into her forties, as she suffers, changes, discovers:
Looking to the end of the leafy street, the trees entering their period of fullest beauty, her mother's picture tucked under her arm, she felt like a berth into which a boat had just slipped. The telling nudge as two things, which have been apart, come together.Readers who treasure the telling nudge over the clumsy thrust will love this book.
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