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What is it about bees that so beguiles the human imagination? Charlotte Jones's new
play, Humble Boy, currently going down a storm in the West End, uses the insects as a
metaphor for a family gone awry when the queen does not do her job properly. In Sue
Monk Kidd's debut novel, The Secret Life of Bees, they symbolise industry, renewal and
healing.
It is the early 1960s, and 14-year-old Lily Owens lives with her father, T Ray, and their
black servant, Rosaleen, in South Carolina. So far, so To Kill a Mockingbird, you might
think. Not a bit of it.
T Ray is a sadistic bully - "Thomas Edison when it came to inventing punishments" - and as
far from Atticus Finch as it is possible to be. Lily has grown up believing that she
accidentally killed her mother, and to some extent accepts her life of hardship, until
Rosaleen is beaten up for trying to register her vote.
Lily springs Rosaleen from hospital and the two of them go on the run, led to Tiburon,
South Carolina, by a label from a jar of Black Madonna honey, which is one of Lily's few
mementos of her mother. They find refuge in the home of three eccentric sisters called
May, July and August, black women who keep bees and head the Daughters of Mary, an
extraordinary cult of the Virgin.
In the strange, poignant world of the sisters, where honey and beeswax are balm for life's
hurts ("nothing was safe from honey the ambrosia of the gods and the shampoo of the
goddesses") and bees restore order and harmony, Lily unravels the mystery of her
mother's death and finds hope: "The world will give you that once in a while, a brief timeout;
the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-
up life."
This a wonderful book, by turns funny, sad, full of incident and shot through with grown-up
magic reminiscent of Joanne Harris. But Lily, no angel, is prickly, difficult and sardonic: "In
a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me
with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional. I was the girl abandoned
by her mother What a special case I was." And a hard edge of reality - the tragic
consequences of racial segregation in the Deep South - gives bite to what might otherwise
have been just so much whimsy.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/fictionreviews/3573583/Honey-is-the-balm.html
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Honey-sweet but never cloying, this debut by nonfiction author Kidd (The
Dance of the Dissident Daughter features a hive's worth of appealing
female characters, an offbeat plot and a lovely style. It's 1964, the year of
the Civil Rights Act, in Sylvan, S.C. Fourteen-year-old Lily is on the lam
with motherly servant Rosaleen, fleeing both Lily's abusive father T. Ray
and the police who battered Rosaleen for defending her new right to vote.
Lily is also fleeing memories, particularly her jumbled recollection of how,
as a frightened four-year-old, she accidentally shot and killed her mother
during a fight with T. Ray. Among her mother's possessions, Lily finds a
picture of a black Virgin Mary with "Tiburon, S.C." on the back—so,
blindly, she and Rosaleen head there. It turns out that the town is
headquarters of Black Madonna Honey, produced by three middle-aged
black sisters, August, June and May Boatwright. The "Calendar sisters"
take in the fugitives, putting Lily to work in the honey house, where for the
first time in years she's happy. But August, clearly the queen bee of the
Boatwrights, keeps asking Lily searching questions. Faced with so ideally
maternal a figure as August, most girls would babble uncontrollably. But
Lily is a budding writer, desperate to connect yet fiercely protective of her
secret interior life. Kidd's success at capturing the moody adolescent girl's
voice makes her ambivalence comprehensible and charming. And it's
deeply satisfying when August teaches Lily to "find the mother in
(herself)"—a soothing lesson that should charm female readers of all
ages.
https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-670-89460-4
KISS KISS SUMMARIES
4. ROYAL JELLY:
Genre: Short Story
Narration: 3rd person omniscient
Time and Place: A countryside in Oxford
Plot: Mabel is frightened because her newborn daughter won’t eat and has been losing weight since
birth. She’s desperate and frantic, but the doctors can’t do anything. One night her husband, Albert,
who is a beekeeper, is reading about royal jelly, which is a substance fed to worker bees and the queen.
Albert gets the idea that this jelly could help his daughter grow too. He offers to feed the baby at night
and when Mabel comes downstairs the next morning, she is astounded to hear that the baby has drank
five ounces of milk throughout the night. She gets curious, though, when Albert later claims to have
cured the baby himself. He finally confesses that he added large quantities of royal jelly to the baby
formula, much to Mabel’s shock and dismay. He tries to convince her with facts and statistics, but she
will have none of it. She forbids him from feeding anymore of it to the child but starts to notice that the
baby is gaining weight extremely rapidly and is also developing fuzz. Later, she also realize her
husband has also developed physical attributes similar to bees.
8. PIG:
Genre: short story
Narrator: 3rd person omniscient. Parody of Voltaire’s Candide.
Time and place: Virginia farm and New York City, 1940’s - 50’s
Plot: Once upon a time a lovely baby boy was born in NY City. The baby becomes an orphan
when his parents are shot by mistake. An aunt takes the baby to her farm to raise him. They
were both strict vegetarians, the boy developed a great ability to cook when he was 17 years
old. His aunt passed away, she left him instructions to go to NYC to see her attorney to get his
inheritance. The boy was scammed by this man who left him only with a small part of the
money. Lexington is satisfied with the little money he was given and goes to a dirty restaurant to
have something to eat. The waiter brings him pork, he tried it and loved it, he wanted to know
where he could get such an extraordinary meat. He was fooled by the waiter and the cook of
such horrible restaurant and was sent to a packing house where there was a notice which said
“visitors are welcome at any time”. He entered there, saw how the pigs were killed hanging from
the anchor, and the next thing he knows was that we was going to be killed exactly the same
way.
Plot: Vicor George obsessed by physical contact with women is traumatized by his mother's
attitude and death. He feels harassed by women and confirms it with experiments using rats. He
is invited to a garden party where he is given alcohol and gets intoxicated. He kisses with a
woman and ends up inside of the woman mouth where he hears other woman voices. He takes
shelter from women inside and realised he was not alone but other men in white are with him.
They were hospital personnel.