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The
following reviews appeared, often in somewhat different
form, in
various periodicals and journals...
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The Journals of Sylvia Plath
edited by Karen V. Kukil
(The Globe & Mail)
The
Plato Papers
by Peter Ackroyd
(The Ottawa Citizen)
Photocopies by John Berger
(The Globe & Mail)
A Map to the Door of No Return
by Dionne Brand
(The Globe & Mail)
Intimacy by Hanif
Kureishi
(The Globe & Mail)
Because
They Wanted To
by Mary Gaitskill
(The Globe & Mail)
When
the Sons of Heaven
Meet the Daughters of Earth
by Fernanda Eberstadt
(The Montreal Gazette)
Cassada
by James Salter
(The Ottawa Citizen)
Sea
Battles on Dry Land
by Harold Brodkey
(The Globe & Mail)
The Broken Estate,
Essays on Literature and Belief by James Wood
(The Globe & Mail)
After
Rain by William Trevor
(The Globe & Mail)
Evening
by Susan Minot
(The Ottawa Citizen)
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My
Other Life by Paul Theroux
(The Montreal Gazette)
Dreaming
of Hitler by Daphne Merkin
(The Globe & Mail)
Mating
by Norman Rush
(The Toronto Star)
Women
Writers at Work:
The Paris Review Interviews
Edited by George Plimpton
(The Ottawa Citizen)
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Graven
Images by Audrey Thomas
(Reviewed for Books in Canada)
The
Hours by Michael Cunningham
(The Globe & Mail)
Notes
on a Writer at a Dinner Party
An Essay on Bernard Malamud
(Written for Matrix)
The
Hypnotist by Sarah Sheard
(The Globe & Mail)
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Reviews
of Elisabeth Harvor's books:
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All Times Have Been Modern
Comments on Elisabeth Harvor's latest
book:
A brilliant novel [by a writer of] extravagant gifts...
[All Times Have Been Modern is reminiscent of]
Lessings The Golden Notebook.
The technique of both books is to operate as a critique
of contemporary writing. But Harvors style is completely her own
and makes her one of the most eloquent and
entertaining writers in Canada today
--The National Post
Beautifully engaging....
--The Winnipeg Free Press
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A wonderful novel...intimate, tough-minded.......
--The Victoria Colonist
Intensely believable...Kay contemplates her life, but also has a gift for living it....
--The Edmonton Journal
Tenderness, hopelessness, passion and opportunity move this story...
In her fluid style, Harvor unveils that nothing is as it seems,
and the most experienced of souls are often the most innocent....
[she] draws life from the page, life that continues even after the book closes.
You cant help but wonder how Kay is doing now...
--The Globe and Mail
Richly textured and alive...
[Kay Oleskis] story is presented with consummate literary skill
and a sly inversion of preconceptions...
Harvor flirts dangerously with the conventions of a love story,
but remains firmly on the side of sharp recognition...
--The Vancouver Sun
Readers who enjoy...literary bitchiness will no doubt
enjoy All Times Have Been Modern because it has lots of it...
there is no shortage of targets...
--The Toronto Star
All Times Have Been Modern] surpasses most current fiction covering the same territory...
a woman in mid-life will like this novel, or not,
roughly to the same degree that she likes herself.
All categories of readers will find in its pages
the female soul laid bare...
--The Montreal Gazette
[Harvor] has the luminosity of Virginia Woolf,
the passion of Sylvia Plath. She belongs in their company.
She's that good.
--The Fredericton Gleaner
[All Times Have Been Modern] is one of those rare books
that prod the reader into considering the philosophical constructs
surrounding love without diverting from the story....
Harvor has taken a fictional character and through the mastery
of her prose has imbued her with lifeone filled with honesty,
intelligence, courage, and a full share of hardships......
--The Brandon Sun
An outstanding writer.
--Monday Magazine
So fiercely insightful that at times the reader wants to squirm...
--Ottawa City Woman
Halfway through, Harvors novel seems to be less a love story
and more an examination of how emotional intensity can be
mediated through the writing life...All Times Have Been Modern
overflows with vivid details that linger long after you have finished
reading them; you can recall Harvors images with such clarity
its almost as if theyve become part of your own lived experience......
--Books in Canada
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Excessive Joy Injures the Heart
An
audacious, brilliant work...Each sentence glistens...I
finished reading [Excessive Joy Injures the Heart] three
weeks ago and I have thought of it nearly every day
ever since...Harvor dares to raise disquieting questions
about the nature of attraction, about the responsibility
for it and the
complicity necessary for two human bodies to hover,
be lured, and to connect...
--Lynne Van Luven, The Edmonton Journal
Deep,
clear-eyed, and unsentimental.
--Philip Marchand, The Toronto Star
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This
sophisticated, complex narrative lets no one off easy.
What Fay Weldon
does so well in Britain, Harvor does equally well
here. [Her] characters make us laugh as we respond
to the biting accuracy of their depiction. In fact,
nearly every page [of Excessive Joy Injures the Heart]
draws the blood of some human deceit or affectation,
and these wicked and startling descriptive stabs,
like tiny acupuncture needles in all the right places,
keep us turning the pages...
--Pearl Luke, The Calgary Herald
In
Excessive Joy Injures the Heart, Claire [Vornoff]
is closely related to the edgy women in Harvor's acclaimed
short stories, but the novel form gives us time to
grow close to her. Her obsessive intensity is utterly
believable and mesmerizing, and her anxiously heightened
awareness animates a world of sensual immediacy...Intricately
textured with surreal juxtapositions...this is really
wonderful writing--polished, well-plotted, affecting,
unsettling...
--Maureen Garvey, Quill and Quire (a starred review)
[Harvor is] such a subtle writer that she lulls you
into sleepy complacency, then pulls the rug out from
under you with an impossibly clever line, a stunningly
original image, an observation of Chekhovian depth.
You think you have it all figured out only to discover
that things are not at all what they seemed....
--Maria Kubacki, The New Brunswick Reader
Excessive
Joy Injures the Heart explores the vast capacity of
the human heart for self-deception. It's about insanity--ordinary
craziness, the sort that makes an otherwise reasonable
adult fall for the most destructive person she knows
and hang on as if she takes pride in her victory over
self-respect...With [her] gifts for compression, Harvor
plunges us into an immediate intimacy with Claire
[Vornoff]...Unflinching, perplexing, [the novel] is
written in the wonderfully wry, lucid language that
distinguishes Harvor's fiction.
--Joan Thomas, The Globe and Mail
A number of incidents in [Excessive Joy Injures the
Heart] are laugh-out-loud funny...[as] Harvor takes
things to the limit, spoofing the kind of diagnostic
techniques that are often trotted out for the gullible.
Claire's eccentricities also intrigue us...as Harvor
provides us with a portrait of an intelligent, multi-faceted
woman who is looking for a key that will unlock a
door into a future that might be better than the present.
Since we're all junkies--addicted to ourselves, our
lives, our dreams, and our experiences--meeting a
fictional character like Claire may make us a bit
more aware of how a desire for anything reflects Buddha's
second noble
truth: that craving is the source of suffering.
--Debra Huron, Tone
Excessive Joy Injures the Heart is a very moving book.
--Jeffrey Canton, Eye Weekly
As
usual, she is a real artist, and a brave, beautiful
writer.
--Elyse Gasco, The Montreal Gazette
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Let Me Be The One
Startlingly
original...[Harvor] insists on participation from
her
reader...doesn't fill in all the gaps, doesn't
proceed from A to B to C. Rather, it's more a
progression from C to G, and then back to D.....Her
writing is marked by suprises, a style that's
akin to synapses firing in the brain; there are
no concrete bridges, just jolts of energy linking
cliff to cliff, idea to idea.....
--Heidi Greco, Paragraph
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Elisabeth
Harvor's beautiful and fluid stories capture moments
in people's
lives with a rare moral clarity....But the real
beauty of her writing isn't
so much her technical facility as it is her instinctual
understanding of
what the real story is. By this I mean her uncanny
knack for switching gears
mid-stream from the story we think she's telling
(the story we think we want
to hear) to the real story....And what an artist
she is....
--Curtis Gillespie, The Edmonton Journal
Physical
yearning is [also] portrayed with remarkable intensity--the
[stories in Let Me Be the One] hum with sexual
tension...
--Philip Marchand, The Toronto Star
Harvor is a brave writer. She isn't afraid to
invest the considerable power
of her language on very small moments in a woman's
life. Her characters
often seem to be in perpetual close-up.....[and
they are also often] women
who teeter on the brink of failure, women who
cannot inspire confidence even
in their own divorce lawyers. But they are nonetheless
alive with hope,
yearning--and a kind of subversiveness that gives
them, and their stories,
an edge.....
--Judith Timson, Maclean's
Harvor
brilliantly evokes a sense of something ominous
lurking just out of
sight, just beyond everyday consciousness--and
undercuts her own dizzying
effects with touches of black humour.
--Maria Kubacki, The Reader
Splendid...these fine stories mock their eerie
ironies and invite us to
share their powerfully rendered concerns.
--Kirkus Reviews
(a starred review)...astounding, pitch-perfect
stories...
--Publishers Weekly
Eight stunning stories about identity and its
discontents.....the stories
are given an engaging structure by the wry, mercurial
wanderings of the
characters' minds. Throughout Let Me be the One,
Harvor unexpectedly gathers
the sinuous threads of thought, mood and memory
into brilliantly patterned
revelations.
--Megan Harlan, The New York Times Book Review
Harvor demonstrates her prowess in this sparkling
collection of stories.
Readers are held in the grip of her characters'
predicaments as with a
precise, original voice her straightforward prose--utterly
devoid of
gimmicks--flawlessly builds to glimmering resolutions,
or irresolutions, as
the case may be...
--Alice Joyce, Booklist
The various passages in Harvor's stories dealing
with sexual feelings and
interactions, whether nascent, fantasized or remembered,
are written with a
seemingly effortless sensuousness...the characters'
yearnings seem
painfully, beautifully ardent and real.
--Fiona Lam, Other Voices
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Fortress of Chairs
Such
a beautiful book, so full of emotion and
inventiveness....
--Pierre Nepvue, editor, Spirale
[In
Fortress of Chairs] Harvor is alert to detail,
to nuance, to the way stories interpellate
one another...(and) her acute sense of poetic
line keeps unsettling the surge of syntax
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memory and mourning and conjecture and delight
into an emotionally intense fabric that
never becomes sentimental.......
--Charlene Diehl-Jones, Books in Canada
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Fortress
of Chairs is a brave and compelling book.....(in
it) Harvor displays the same remarkable
insight into the human heart familiar to
readers of her short stories, but here the
available shields are dropped and her own
life examined. (The book's) mixture of intimacy,
sensuality and ruthless honesty charges
the poems with an intense energy.....Fortress
of Chairs is a collection I admire greatly
and am grateful for.
--Glen Downie, Event
As
a writer of fiction as well as poetry, [Harvor]
approaches narrative with a complete assurance
which allows her to manipulate narrative
elements in an infinitely flexible matrix......[Her]
validation of the body's pleasures is tempered,
in many poems, by a rueful perspective on
the youthful bravado that takes for granted
the body's physical "reliability"
and an implied acknowledgement of mortality.
Harvor redefines sexuality for us, and the
pervasive sexuality of her poetry, its multifaceted
eroticism, is one of the defining features
of her work. It is still rare to see this
kind of openness, honesty and integrity
in the depiction of the pleasures and dangers
of being female.......
-- Rhea Tregebov, Sudden Miracles
If
I can fault this book for anything, it is
that it will no doubt attract a host of
imitators deceived by the seemingly easy
naturalness and directness of its narratives....Especially
in the opening tour-de-force, "Afterbirth".
the story flows forward and back on a wave
of association, sometimes inspired by wordplay,
sometimes veering into the logic of dreams....And
always there are layers of metaphor that
supercharge the language.....
--Colin Morton, Quarry
...with
incredible craft, Harvor pulls it off, pulls
everything together. In [her] imagination,
the objects of memory carry within them
the seeds of truth, so that the braiding
of a child's hair, or a dead mouse, or a
stranger's question can awaken both the
past itself and the kind of self-knowledge
which can only
--Sandra Nicholls, Poetry Canada Review
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The Long Cold Green Evenings of Spring
Harvor's
The Long Cold Green Evenings of Spring
reacquaints readers with one of the
strongest literary voices to make
its presence known and keenly felt
in these parts of the continent. What
a gift Harvor possesses. Few write
as intensely precise and as gracefully
spare works...
--The Toronto Star
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Harvor,
by finding her superb, inimitable
voice so early in her career as a
poet, has, in a sense, arrived before
she started...What makes [her] poetry
so unforgettable (and this collection
so spellbinding) is this overpowering,
and sometimes frightening, sense of
urgency. In poems like One of the
Lovesick Women of History, A Breast,
Our Hearts, and Always the Nights
I Am
Alone, there is a tremendous need
to push past any easy epiphanies and
reach
"the truth-beyond-the-truth".....
--The Gazette (Montreal)
[Reflecting
on] the insidious kinds of pollution
that have entered our lives, Harvor
reinvigorates language, uses it to
probe the meaning of memory...her
vision is double-edged. She describes
Heaven as an auto-free city, but she
also makes the car a domestic haven,
a trysting place where a man becomes
"so male, so maternal",
where a woman gives in to sexual abandon...
--The Citizen
Harvor
takes chances in her writing, breathtaking
ones...
--Colin Morton, Arc
Dart-accurate
poetic observations help make her
fiction powerful, and a strong sense
of story makes these narrative poems
alluring....There is some stunning
imagery....[she writes] with a painful
accuracy and eyes that see the world
as ultimately redemptive.
--Jay Ruzesky, The Malahat Review
Harvor
has a tremendous gift for coupling
the most unlikely images, using
them to express the kind of intricate
panic and urgency evident in all of
her poems...
--Shannon Bramer, Off the Shelf
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Our
Lady of all the Distances
Harvor's
alert intelligence and her eye
for the significant detail make
these stories accessible, yet
deeply moving.
--The Victoria Colonist
Alive,
vulnerable.....
--The Canadian Forum
There is nothing naive about
Harvor's writing--she is both
incisive and imaginative.........
--The Gazette (Montreal)
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Harvor's stories leave the reader
with the feeling that there is
more to
life than the surface: more feeling,
more mystery."
--The Ottawa Citizen
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If Only We Could Drive
Like This Forever
...incandescent, utterly
compelling...[her stories]
have the sureness and
conviction of a first-rate
original.
--Barbara Black, The Montreal
Gazette
Harvor's
voice--strong, clear,
unpretentious--never falters,
from beginning
to end.
--Ann Charney, The Toronto
Star
Eloquent
and honest...[written
with] a lyrical heartbreaking
fairness...
--Joel Yanofsky, Books
in Canada
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[The
novella] The Age of Unreason
is a masterpiece...
--Rosemary Sullivan, CBC
State of the Arts
Each
story is fluent, pointed
and funny. Harvor may
not publish a lot, but
her work is paragraph
for paragraph as satisfying
as any story by her peers;
she can keep company with
Alice Munro, Ann Beattie,
Laurie Colwin and the
best of the New Yorker
regulars, and anyone else
you care to name....
--Douglas Hill, The Globe
and Mail
There
are few writers writing
today who can equal Harvor's
precision of
language and subtlety
of observation. Above
all, I admire her work
for its
quality of intimacy, of
surrender.....
--Nino Ricci
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