Each Wednesday I am featuring a guest post by a book blogger detailing which books they think are the “best” and “worst” by the author of their choice. Visit the series page for more information about the guest bloggers, the featured authors, and the sign-up form.
Please welcome today’s guest blogger: Carolyn from Storygal, who will be discussing the best and worst of Jane Urquhart.
After reading Away, and excited about meeting the internationally acclaimed author, Jane Urquhart, at our One Book One Community event some years ago, I requested her newest book, The Stone Carvers, as a Christmas gift. I was intrigued by her weaving of plot, characters and her poetic flair.
The Stone Carvers is a moving story about early settlers in Canada and Father Gstir, a priest from Bavaria, who is sent to start a congregation in “the wilds of Canada.” The story traces the development of a fictional but believable community, a priest’s desire for a magnificent church with a bell in its steeple, and the lives of two siblings Klara and Tilman, and the trauma their family undergoes when Tilman leaves home as a young boy.
The novel is based on historical events beginning about 1866 until after World War I and, particularly, the design and building of the Vimy Memorial in France. Taught by their grandfather, Joseph Becker, a skilled woodcarver who is persuaded to make statues for the church, Klara and Tilman’s interest in carving develops in surprising ways.
Urquhart writes with skill, artistry and poetic phrasing, revealing much internal landscape of her main characters in a novel I could scarcely put down and have read again recently.
Changing Heaven, also by Jane Urquhart, was a more difficult book to read. The main characters were an odd assortment, both living and dead, with the ghosts haunting familiar places in a windy landscape. A pale Arianna looking for the reason she died, and Emily Bronte, haunting her old home.
The story ranges from one century to another; between scenes with the ghosts, two people on earth caught in a relationship that seems never ending and yet is satisfactory to neither of them.
The first time I picked up this book, I put it down before getting very far. I found the characters hard to identify with and felt the endless internal thoughts of characters weighed the story down. On my latest reading, I pursued the story to its end and discovered a character with an intriguing sense of storytelling which I found to be the most compelling character in the entire book.
Urquhart writes like a poet, with well-crafted description of both weather and landscape, yet her character’s intense and constant introspection was challenging to get through. Who am I to judge such a well-respected author? Maybe I should just say, “Someone else may enjoy this story more than me.”





































