Desde de a publicação de Meu Fraco são Cowboys, os leitores de Pam Houston reinvidicavam mais de suas personagens femininas, mulheres à procura de aventuras radicas e relacionamentos estáveis. Nesta obra, vamos para trás das lentes com a fotógrafa Lucy O´Rourke, acompanhando-a ao longo de 11 contos. Nesta obra a fotógrafa Lucy Rourke se apresenta como uma personagem que queremos sempre acompanhar em mais um capítulo de sua vida.
Houston is the Director of Creative Writing at U.C. Davis. Her stories have been selected for the Best American Short Stories, the O. Henry Awards, the Pushcart Prize, and the Best American Short Stories of the Century. She lives in Colorado at 9,000 feet above sea level near the headwaters of the Rio Grande.
I finished this book and reread it immediately. This book has been loaned so many times that I have no idea where it is presently located. I loved, loved, loved these short stories....as said, reading Houston is like having your mind read. Houston gives voice to adrenaline-junkie, wanderlust women who are tough enough to barrel down rivers and navigate through mountains, yet still manage to get their hearts broken and feel lost in the world. Whomever said she was a "female Hemingway," was so very right. This book is full of gems. An amazing writer.
Pam Houston's story collection Cowboys Are My Weakness was one of my favorite books of the 1990s, and I remember being really excited to get Waltzing the Cat when the paperback came out in 1999. On a day trip to NYC with my cousins, we passed by a bookstore neither of them had any interest in going into (sigh), so I ducked in quickly, seized the book from the new releases table, bought it and emerged victorious. Then, of course, I let the book sit on my shelf for years and years, only one victim of what I've since realized was a subconscious fear that an author's new book would not live up to the previous one I had read and loved.
In this case, that fear turned out to be founded. (Sigh.)
Pam Houston is an adventuresome person. Devoted most intensely to white-water rafting, she seems down for just about any outdoorsy activity, and has led group excursions and written about her adventures for all manner of magazines, nature-themed and otherwise. Not surprisingly, her heroines are also quite adventuresome, which results in her fiction containing some of the most gripping suspense you're going to see outside of the actual psychological-thriller genre. If Houston ever wanted to write a book of full-on adventure stories, I would be there for it. But her first two books of fiction strove to be more than that, the heroines struggling with the emotional side of their lives as much as, or more than, they struggle with class 5 rapids.
In the case of Waltzing the Cat, this means her heroine, Lucy O'Rourke, struggles a lot with trying to find true love, and, by extension, marriage. Unfortunately, the fearless, adventurous side of Lucy and her lovelorn side did not line up at all, resulting in an odd cognitive dissonance for me. It's not that I don't think a person can be both adventurous and lovelorn—it's just that, in this case, there was no connective tissue between the two sides of Lucy. Perhaps this is because the book isn't really a novel, but rather a set of "interconnected stories" that may have resulted in some key emotional development being skipped over, but honestly I think it's more that Houston was young when she wrote Waltzing the Cat and perhaps didn't even realize that deeper character development was even necessary. True, there was some backstory about how terrible Lucy's parents' marriage was, but that all seemed pretty rote to me. I was left feeling like I never really knew Lucy; despite Houston's obvious talents, it was a pretty unsatisfying reading experience.
So do I wish I had read this back when I first bought it, almost (gulp) 18 years ago? I'm not sure. I might have enjoyed it more back then, but mainly my older self thinks the last thing my younger self needed was to be reading a book about a brave and righteous adventurer who's a total lightweight when it comes to her own emotions. At least now I can recognize that sort of thing when I see it.
This novel-in-stories is about Lucy, a photographer in her early thirties with a penchant for falling for the wrong men – alcoholics or misogynists or ones who aren’t available. When she’s not working she’s thrill-seeking: rafting in Colorado, travelling in the Amazon, sailing in the Caribbean, or gliding. “Everything good I’ve gotten in life I’ve gotten by plunging in,” she boasts, to which a friend replies, “Sure, and everything bad you’ve gotten in your life you’ve gotten by plunging in.” Ultimately she ‘settles down’ on the Colorado ranch she inherits from her grandmother with a dog, making this – based on what I learned from the autobiographical essays in Deep Creek – even more autofiction for Houston than her debut, Cowboys Are My Weakness, was. Although the final magic realist touch of having her child-self come to her with a box of photographs of traumatic memories is overdone, the themes of accepting vulnerability, seeking to freeze time and creating a home for yourself resonated, and the title story, about the death of Lucy’s mother, is a brilliant and heart-wrenching standalone.
What to say about this "shnovel" by the woman who, if my sources are accurate, coined that most excellent term? It's somewhat of an oddity. I'm sure there are many books about a female narrator's tragicomic inability to find lasting relationships and worthwhile connections with men that I would hate. But Lucy's lovelorn life unfolds all over the world, in story-chapters set everywhere from the heart of a hurricane to the Amazon Basin, and threaten her with drowning, angry mama carnivores and crashing into cliffs. They aren't at all mundane.
It doesn't hurt that Houston has a talent for sketching characters so unbelievable they must be real, an effortless yet individual voice, or that she usually seems to spot schmaltziness coming a mile off and then sidestep it wickedly at the last minute. It entertains.
I liked the form, the way the lacunae fooled me into thinking I knew more about Lucy's past than I did. I liked "Three Lessons in Amazonian Biology" best, I think. For me, the Epilogue didn't entirely work. But the book did -- it drew me along, and I wanted to see what Lucy would get herself into next.
If I could choose any book to have written myself, I would choose this one. It's a collection of short stories, superior to the more popular collection of short stories that make up Cowboys Are My Weakness. I often had to stop reading and stare at the ceiling, which is what I do when I read a sentence that so moves me by the way it NAILS a moment or an image or an experience that I just have to stop for a moment to enjoy it a little longer. I want to be Pam Houston's best friend.
"For David, See you, one day on a wild river. Take care, Pam Houston."
Pam and I go way back. My autographed "Cowboys Are My Weakness" was all I read one summer in the mid 90s. We met walking in the Brecon Beacons. True story. Cool, huh?
So I saw "Waltzing the Cat" at my local used bookshop and I probably made that weird noise I make in used bookshops when I spot something I really want.
Pam's as great as ever. Gentle and elegiac about the brutal and lively. Nostalgic for the now, but not syrupy. Just great.
Stuff I liked enough to type out: Bumper sticker from Alaska: "Baby, when you leave here you'll be ugly again."
"Before Gordon I had always dated the strong silent types, I think so I could invent anything I wanted to go on in their heads."
"he yelled at me in a store so hard one time that the manager slipped me a note that said he would pray for me,"
"I am nothing but weak and worthless. So I take the people close to me and try to break them, so they become as weak and worthless as me."
"The white water grabbed me for a minute and shook me hard, like an angry airport mother,"
"'Biodiversity,' I said. 'Do you know that word?' 'Of course,' he said, and frowned a little. He always said 'of course' when the answer was no."
The ancient Greeks: "'Of course we must bear in mind,' Henry said, 'that all those boys were talking about being in love with each other.' 'Socrates was queer?' Carter said. 'It's not like it makes any difference,' I said. 'Maybe not to you,' Henry said. 'Uncless Socrates was trying to seduce Phaedrus,' I said. 'Which he was,' Henry said."
On a possibly sinking yacht: "'We're fucked this time, Henry,' I said. 'Aren't we.' 'No, darlin',' he said. 'We're gonna be fine.' And I knew that our words were reversible. That I could have said , 'Are we gonna be okay, Henry,' and Henry would have said, 'No, we're fucked,' and in the end the meaning would have been exactly the same."
"Henry had been my life preserver more times than I cared to admit, and because of that he needed me to be drowning."
I love, love, love Pam Houston! This book was just as great as "Cowboys are My Weakness". They are classified as works of fiction, but the stories feel like they are about her....she just uses aliases for main characters. She is crazy, intelligent and perfectly flawed. I love that she lets us all in to her insanities.
I am so confused. I can't read the reviews and understand how this is the same book I started (and didn't finish... is it because I couldn't finish it that I missed the part where it's an amazing book? I don't know!)
So. much. boat. stuff. On Thursday I went to lunch with a friend and our babies. I unlocked the car, which was parked in our driveway, and opened the rear passenger door. I lifted the car seat from the ground into the car and snapped it into its base. I closed the door, walked around the car, opened the driver door, and climbed in. I put my bag in the passenger seat. Then I closed the driver door. I pressed down on the brake pedal with my foot and turned on the car. Then I put the car in reverse.
This is how the boat stuff reads to me. I don't do much boating but if I did, I can't imagine it would be interesting. There is a whole story like this about river rafting. And another about an adventure down the Amazon, which has fewer details perhaps, but more metaphors for the main character's dating life. Then there was a story about sailing where I started skipping pages and finally gave up.
I suspect that Lucy (the main character, a white woman) loves boats and sports because that is how you write a "cool" white woman. (Naturally she is also a photographer.) In the time she's on boats (and also not on boats) she hangs out with lots of men who say things like:
"things will never get right in the world until women are willing to give up some of their rights and privileges"
"If one more woman I used to date turns into a lesbian, I’m moving to Minneapolis.”
“you sound like an old maid.”
These men are supposed to represent what women are up against, I guess? Is being called an old maid still an issue of feminist concern??? In addition to boring me, the book felt very non-intersectional and it irked me. Lesbianism is treated as a state of being (maybe even a choice) that is enjoyed casually by women and inconvenient to men. And there's Gordon - the son of poor Latino farm workers in the Central Valley, who dates Lucy, and who - it's important to note for some reason - has blue eyes. Oh yeah and his mom has blue eyes too! Oh yeah and he ends up being abusive! The abusive relationship is actually one of the stronger storylines, though it was unclear how Gordon (nee Salvador) came to treat women the way he does, and maybe it's to be assumed that his ethnicity has something to do with it?! I hope not. But the question was unresolved and an opportunity was missed to show some empathy for a character who is not a white woman.
The other storylines that I found to resonate all had to do with Lucy's relationship with her parents. There were some great moments and observations in there, and I could be convinced to finish this book if someone can tell me that there's a lot more of that, and a lot fewer boats.
My friend, Meg Trausch likes Pam Houston and recommended "Cowboys Are My Weakness", which I read many years ago and liked. She loaned me "Waltzing the Cat" a couple of years ago, which I have tried to read a number of times but couldn't get through the first short story. There is a lot of information for me to follow as a night-time read so I was left with a lot of question marks. When I finally got through it, and read the second short story, I liked the book a little more.
Lucy O'Rourke appears to be mostly satisfied with her life despite an unhealthy upbringing and is on a mission to find her soul mate. Fortunately, this provides a lot of material for her stories, but left me wondering "what were you thinking?" as some of her supportive women friends also question. There is a lot of adventure, humor and sometimes a lesson in each of the stories - unfortunately, I couldn't always make out the lesson, but the group discussion questions at the back of the book helped.
This collection of 11 short stories follows a single main character, photographer and adventure seeker Lucy, as she tries to figure out who she is and what she wants in life. For most of the book, that seems to hinge on finding a man, and there are a lot of failed romances in these pages. Some of these stories I really enjoyed, and would have given four or five stars: "The Best Girlfriend You Never Had," "Waltzing the Cat," and "Then You Get Up and Have Breakfast" were all fantastic, and will stick with me for their odd characters and unexpected situations. Lucy has a very specific, straightforward, creative voice, and Houston is clearly a great writer -- there are a lot of brilliant descriptions in here, along with some lovely imagery. That said, during other stories I found myself bored and confused ("The Moon Is a Woman's First Husband" seemed to drag on forever, without any semblance of a plot or purpose), and I never got a clear sense of who Lucy really was. There were also some continuity errors that killed me (if a character gets a dog, please don't go an entire story without mentioning the dog). Still, there's a keen sense of want/need that binds all of these stories together, and I really appreciated that as a theme. If you're looking for a quick read by an author who truly knows how to set a scene, try this one out.
One of the vignettes in this book was insightful and intriguing. As for the rest of it, the main character was so unlikable that it was hard to enjoy. The author, through the main character seemed like she was trying so hard to wow the reader with how amazing she was- so many adventures, boyfriends, interests, always the one who was desired and right about everything. In reality, it came across as rigid and unfeeling. Then in the epilogue when the main character tried to care for her younger self, it felt ridiculous with the rest of the story; she only thought of herself throughout the book, so that really wasn't a change at the end.
I adore linked stories and this one is exceptional. These eleven stories follow Lucy O’Rourke, (Houston’s fictionalized alter-ego) as she travels across the county working as a photographer and finding her place in the world. She loves adventure and the outdoors- the river rafting story is exhilarating. There is also plenty of romance here, with plenty of ups and downs. I had bookmarked a couple of quotes and both fell out of my book, so take my word for it, she is a terrific writer. 4.5 stars
I thought this was just a wonderful collection. It moves beyond the codependent romantic relationships of Cowboys Are My Weakness into more wide-ranging subject matter having to do with careers, families, and still the outdoors in the West. The title story earns its placement, but the other stories are wonderfully solid, too. I am surprised that this collection hasn't maintained its popularity, actually.
Looks like I have yet another new favorite author! I loved this selection of stories--which read more like a novel. She is such a great writer. So relatable and great sense of humor. And I always love outdoor adventure stories.
I loved this book! Her writing style is so fresh and vivid. I found myself rereading some parts just for the pleasure of it. I can’t believe I haven’t come across Pam Houston until this book. I cheered and jeered for Lucy’s choices in female friends and male partners. Chapter “Waltzing The Cat” broke my heart. I’ll definitely be picking up some more writing by Houston!
Not quite as stunning as Cowboys are My Weakness but still a breathless foray into bad decisions, the pluckiness of women, and the majesty of nature. PS the Epilogue chapter is weird.
This is one of my daughter's favorite books and I can understand why. Houston has a unique and clear female voice that reflects the spirit of many young American women. Continuing along the same theme as "Cowboys are My Weakness" (the self sabotage inherent in being attracted to bad boys and danger) Houston takes us on her personal journey for enlightenment and happiness this time in the character of Lucy O'Rourke, an adventure/naturalist photographer Feeling like her best friend sitting in the front seat of her old pickup, we the reader, are taken white water rafting in one of America's most dangerous rivers, swimming in the head of the Amazon among grand caymans and electric eels, sailing through a gale, walking down Main Street in Provincetown past the disturbing Barbie and Ken exhibit (been there the year she wrote this and will attest to its existence, even her words don't give the display justice, Barbies with Barbies, Kens with Kens, various hairstyles, clothes and "positions" ) swimming in the moonlight in Provincetown Harbor lit with silverheels (phosphorecent plankton she calls bioilumenscence) and sharing her predictable and self-flagellating disappointment when each doomed from the start relationship, fails. The degree to which this is autobiographical is painful. Wincefully so. In the title story there is a scene where her father, after the death of her anorexic and alcoholic mother, begins dancing with the overfed and coddled cat, while Lucy, their only child, stands alone. Like Eugene O'Neil in his masterful "Long Day's Journey Into Night" and other plays, Houston uses her own painful childhood as her creative well. O'Neil too, left a toxic, dysfunctional home for faraway places via merchant ships and also courted danger in South American bars etc. His womanizing resulted in failed marriages and estrangement from his children. He repeated the behavior he so criticized and hated. But he used all of that experience in his creative work, some of which could not be published until after his death. Why, because it was too personal and so closely mirrored his own life. Houston has guts to put it all out there. I expect there are many former boyfriends and family members who wish she didn't. Nonetheless Waltzing the Cat is an excellent work with multiple layers one could absorb in subsequent rereads. My only criticism is "The Epilogue", the last story in the book, which her editor should have convinced her to leave out. It doesn't fit here but could have been used in another book.
This is written as several short stories, but all about the same woman and all in a loosely chronological trajectory. I really like that take on short stories--the effect is of having read a novel, but episodically, tangentially. Awesome.
I also like that the main character is a smart, fearless, outdoorsy woman, even if she doesn't seem that way at the beginning. Honestly, I may have enjoyed the book so much because of how it made me feel about my own life and connections to nature, not for any objectively literary reasons. But I think that's okay:)
One of my favorite books, by one of my favorite authors. Waltzing the Cat is a collection of short stories. The stories follow one character, Lucy. They can be read indiviually or together. I loved piecing together the pieces of Lucy's life as I read each story. I read this book over and over again. Lucy is a great character who has a lot to learn about life and relationships. My favorite stories were "Then you get up and have breakfast." and the title story, "Waltzing the Cat."
If I could be anyone other than me. It would be Pam Houston. I have never known how autobiographical these stories but she is funny and strong and a woman I both want to fuck and to befriend.
She inspires lust and love in equal proportion. She is both in her skin and in her boots but she is human enough to tell you how hard it was to get there.
Years and years since I read Cowboys Are My Weakness. Glad I came back around to Pam Houston's stories. They make me feel like I'm breathing crisp Colorado air except when I feel like I'm choking on a big mouth full of river water. Guess there's something to be said for both.
I love Pam Houston. She makes me feel less alone in the world by letting me spend a few days in hers, with everything she writes. The stories in this collection are amazing, and no one can write a sentence that packs a punch quite like she can.