Once upon a time, I earned a Master's Degree in Literature and was a Professor of Literature and Composition. I had a wonderful time writing my Master's Thesis about Children's and Young Adult Literature, and I considered earning a Ph.D. so that I could continue to pursue the written word, including British, American, Latin American and other Global Literatures, Children's and Young Adult Literature, all types of genres and occasionally even poetry. But life takes you in unexpected directions, and so now I am working for a non-profit agency (you can read about that on my other blog, A Little Bit of Wonder). Although my job keeps me too busy to post as many book reviews as I would like, Recommended Reading is a place where I can continue to share my literary discoveries and knowledge as time allows.

Please note that I post reviews for books that I recommend reading, just like the blog title says. This means that I typically won't post a review for a book that I completely dislike. This isn't because I shy away from making negative comments, but rather because I don't want to waste your time or mine (I won't even bother to finish a book if it's not any good). For more on this, see the explanation of my Rating System.)

Friday, February 4, 2011

Book Review: A Northern Light

A Northern Light
by Jennifer Donnelly came highly recommended from several other book bloggers and had also won the Michael L. Printz Award for Excellence in Young Adult Literature, so my expectations were high. And in case you don’t read my entire review, let me be clear from the start: it more than met my expectations.

Donnelly’s protagonist is actually the most believable feminist character that I’ve read in a very long time. A poor sixteen year old from the Adirondacks, Mattie is a gifted aspiring writer who is faced with a difficult choice: keep the promise that she made to her deceased mother that she would help her pa take care of her younger sisters, or accept a scholarship to study writing at Barnard College in New York City. Her decision is complicated even further by an unexpected romance with a local farm boy, who is physically attractive to Mattie and gives her the attention that she craves, but doesn’t understand her desire to get an education and become a writer. Mattie’s love for her family, her longing to be loved by a man, and her desire to be a writer are all extremely important to her, and so she is tortured by the idea that she must choose between these things.

Too often, feminist narratives (whether works of fiction or non-fiction essays) declare that a woman should prioritize her career without acknowledging that loved ones are/should also be an important consideration. By portraying Mattie’s struggle to decide whether or not to leave home, Donnelly addresses a conflict that is still extremely relevant to women today, whether they are writers or aspire to another type of career.

It was, however, Mattie’s love of reading and desire to be a writer that made her character particularly interesting and sympathetic to me personally. As an avid reader and aspiring writer myself (as many of you are as well), I was thrilled that Donnelly was able to accurately portray the kind of ache that so many artists and authors feel, as students and lovers of the written word. And Mattie is not an idealistic young artist, either – she sees the world for what it really is and yearns for literature that will be honest with its audience. An experience with one of her schoolteachers disheartens her because the woman wants her to be disingenuous, to portray the world as beautiful and carefree, but the sixteen year old Mattie has already witnessed too much unfairness and death:

“Look around yourself, Mathilda,” she said. “at the trees and the lakes and the mountains. At the magnificence of nature. It should inspire joy and awe. Reverence. Respect. Beautiful thoughts and fine words.”

I had looked around. I’d seen all the things she’d spoken of and more besides. I’d seen a bear cub lift its face to the drenching spring rains. And the silver moon of winter, so high and blinding… but I’d also seen the dark of things. The starved carcasses of winter deer. The driving fury of a blizzard wind. And the gloom that broods under the pines always. Even on the brightest of days.

Mattie yearns to express the truth of what she sees, which is something that many people do not want to hear. She also yearns to be loved for her honesty, something that most people cannot bring themselves to love. So, she is caught between her desire for family and education, love and artistic integrity.

Two of Mattie’s friendships influence her decision of whether or not to attend Barnard in the fall. The first is with another one of her teachers, a married woman living under her maiden name because her poetry has been banned – as Mattie discovers more about her teacher’s identity, her desire to pursue her own education grows despite the fact that it seems quite impossible for her to go to school in the fall. Her friendship with Weaver, a young African American man who is planning to attend Columbia University to become a lawyer, also stirs Mattie’s heart and urges her toward the exciting, unknown life of a college student.

But it is ultimately Mattie’s connection to a young woman, drowned at the resort hotel where Mattie works over the summer, that motivates Mattie to make a decision regarding her future. As Mattie ponders the situation of the dead girl, she is forced to face the idea that love and loneliness can be both pleasurable and painful. She realizes that no matter what she chooses, there will be difficult consequences – and the novel does not offer easy solutions to Mattie’s quandary or simple resolutions to its various subplots, either. This is why this novel is so important; it is satisfying in its unsatisfying-ness, in its refusal to simplify anything. Being a feminist – and a human being – is an extremely complex thing, and this novel is beautiful in the way that it portrays the difficulties of learning to be an unselfish but independent woman.


  1. Just stopping by to say hello.

    I'm ambivalent about A Northern Light. There are aspects of the book I loved, and I thought the choice between career and family was deftly handled. Some parts, though, irritated me--I found the definitions to be a bit too forced. I liked the word-themed chapters intermittently--sometimes, they were gorgeously done, while others, again, felt forced to me.

    I think my biggest issue, though, was the cover blurb--the crime has so little to do with the story! I was expecting a more plot-driven novel with a mystery, so the actual book threw me for a loop at first.

    Also, I have to add, I love this paragraph of yours:

    Mattie yearns to express the truth of what she sees, which is something that many people do not want to hear. She also yearns to be loved for her honesty, something that most people cannot bring themselves to love. So, she is caught between her desire for family and education, love and artistic integrity.

  2. @Peta: Thanks for stopping by! I agree about the "mystery" aspect -- I thought Mattie would be doing a little bit more Nancy Drewing around, given the way that the book was marketed in the blurb. I would have been disappointed by this, except that the book exceeded my expectations in many other ways, so I was able to get over it... That's more the fault of the blurb writer than the fault of Donnelly.

    Every once in a while the definitions felt forced to me as well, but again, so much of the prose made me happy that I was able to look past it.

  3. Hi Lauren,
    I loved your review. A Northern Light is still lounging in my review pile, but I'm afraid it's been too long between reading and writing to do it justice.

    I do remember enjoying Mattie's way with language. The way she looked up words in the dictionary and carried them around with her and the way she made up words to suit herself. She valued her language and words so highly and treasured them. We don't do that enough.


  4. @Poppy: I think it takes a special kind of person to treasure language THAT much, a special kind of person to become a truly great writer. That's why, out of all of us who write (novels, essays, poetry, blogs...) only a few survive the test of time, and only a few works (in comparison to all the texts that are created) become classics. :-)


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