Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Reviews: THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak

Yet another popular book among participants is The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  Here are some excerpts [click their links to read their full reviews]:

Nise’ from Under The Boardwalk says:

I had to get used to the writing style, but once I did, I could not put it down. It is a young adult book, but adults will love it as well.

Christina from Jackets & Covers says:

I have to say, telling a story set in Nazi Germany from the point of view of death is pretty ingenious.  I didn’t know that before I started — it took me a moment to realize who exactly the narrator was — and it almost turned me off to the book because, honestly, a book about Nazi Germany from death’s point of view is morbid, twisted, and…ingenious.

thekoolaidmom from In the Shadow of Mt. TBR says:

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak is haunting and breath-taking, poetically beautiful and filled with truth.

Shelley from ChainReading says:

It takes a little while to get used to the rhythm of the writing and to get used to the narration by death, but KEEP GOING. It will all be worth it.

Julie from Jules’ Book Reviews says:

The writing style was fairly standard, but because of how the narrator (death) told the story, it drew you into the book, and was also able to have you really invested in it. It also had a lot of symbolism and interesting points on humanity, that “death” points out, which I found to be very interesting and had beautiful meanings behind them, that really made the story, and its characters become very real. One part in the end had me in tears, and some emotions behind acts had me close to tears at other times.

Arielle from Bookatopia says:

The first thing I have to say about this book is WOW. It is one of those books that you really get into and the characters become part of you, it is a truly moving story. For a book to be added to my favorites list it has to leave me thinking about it even when I’m not reading it, few books do that but this is definitely one of them.

Hilarie from Never Not Reading says:

I fell hard for almost each and every character in this book. I actually found myself wiping away a few tears as I finished the last few pages. I’ve been reading a lot of great books lately, but this one really stands out as an amazing read.


**Attention participants:  remember to email us a link to your reviews, and we’ll post them here so we can see what everyone is reading!**

Monday, June 29, 2009

An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England ~ Brock Clarke

Genre: Adult Fiction

Publisher: Algonquin Books

305 pages

ISBN: 9781565126145

Sam Pulsifer is having a bad day. He is, in fact, having a bad life. Like many modern, middle aged men, he is balding, gaining weight and feeling weighed down by the relationships, or lack there of, in his life. The point of distinction between Pulsifer and other men is that when he was a teenager, Sam accidentally set fire to the Emily Dickinson house, inadvertently killing two people inside.

The present finds Sam a married father of two with a job he doesn’t hate. The catch is that he has buried his past, leaving his wife and children in the dark about the house burning, his related incarceration, even his parents’ existence. When the son of the couple killed in the house fire shows up on the Pulsifer doorstep, Sam’s well-woven lie starts unraveling fast. To add insult to injury, someone is setting fires to writers’ homes in New England and before long the police are also at Sam’s front door.

I feel like I need to write two reviews of An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England. I wanted so badly to like it. There is a postmodern vibe to it, which gave me hope that the rampant weirdness throughout the novel would lead somewhere profound. There are fleeting strings of wisdom that float through the pages but overall it seems to be a bland attempt at creating a satirical memoir. Perhaps the problem is that it achieved its goal: to poke fun at memoirs. I will not pick up a memoir unless forced to so the style, however ironic might have been the turn on off.

I do not need characters to be likeable, relatable or even halfway decent individuals. In fact, I find that a book is more fun when none of these things are true. While this was the case for An Arsonist’s Guide, it did not make the book more interesting, only dull. The story and prose read like a combination of the twisted parts of Irving, a plus in my camp, and the readability of a slog through The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, a strong negative.

Now that the hard part is over, I feel like I should address the parts of the book that made it such a disappointment: the parts I liked. If there was nothing positive to say, I would have enjoyed the book for what it was but like many reviewers on the piece, I wanted it to be so much more. The writing, over all, is great. There are small stabs at absurdity and fun author references. Mostly through Sam’s mother and a foul-mouthed college professor, the joys and pitfalls of being too well-read are put on display. Sam and his collected friends, foes and family members start to dissect the many issues with over-praised classical literature.

While I never found out why the periodical reviews plastered on front of the book proclaimed its hilarity, I did find myself giggling on the inside more than once. The humor, though, is more of an acerbic wittiness than it is a laugh riot and it is sparsely distributed with much to be desired in between. All in all, this is going to go down on my list of books that could have been great. It has better moments but over all, I think that it either tried too hard or didn’t try hard enough.

Buy this book at indiebound.org

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Batwoman. Alright...Deal Me In For A Hand...

Detective Comics #854.  Greg Rucka (writer) J.H. Williams III (illustrator).  Fiction – Comics.

First, a confession.  I really haven’t been reading mainstream comics.  Sure every once in a while I pick up an issue of X-Men, Batman, or Wonder Woman and such, but with the exception of The Walking Dead (and until recently Buffy) I’m never that impressed and so I never bother to keep up.  Comics often disappoint me.  It’s possible my expectations are just way too high, but comics are just never quite what I want them to be…maybe more to the point…what they were to me in the beginning when I so fell in love.  So, especially unemployed, I can’t afford to spend the money unless I’m almost in love.  Did you know an average full color comic is four bucks?!  Ah, the good old days when they were $1.50…sigh…I’m so old…

Anyway, I only tell you this, so that my review can be taken in the full context of me as a comics reader…compared to the super committed fan.  But onward…

[SPOILERS]

The Good: It was well written and fairly easy to follow considering the fact that with most mainstream comics you need to pick up about a thousand issues to understand what’s going on if you just jump on board randomly.  I thought Rucka did a good job of juggling both the existing fans that maybe have read those thousand issues and new fans that might be trying out Detective Comics for the first time (since there has been such excitement over Batwoman’s premiere).

So the writing is solid throughout, but it’s the art that’s likely to bring fans back in droves.  The art is stunningly good.  From the Batwoman/Kate Kane basic design and execution to the individual pages and panels – really just gorgeous stuff.  Huge credit is also due to Dave Stewart who did the colors as they are just absolutely dead on and badass.

If we must deal with the whole ‘lesbian thing’ – and I think it would be the most progressive of us if we didn’t even have to talk about it – but we’re clearly not there yet as a society so I’ll comment.

I think it was handled perfectly…in that it wasn’t really handled at all.  The scene that gives a glimpse into Kate Kane’s flailing personal life is honest and matter-of-fact, the way I’d expect any other relationship to be handled and so for that, I’m happy.  And I hope it continues as such.  Time will tell.  Rucka tends to write strong women well, whether lesbian or not, and so I have faith that he can handle Kate Kane and all her intricacies.

The Bad: The Batwoman costume design is so perfect – I mean look at those totally sensible – totally badass non-high heeled boots! – that I’m willing to forgive some sins.  I mean really…bright red?  It looks fantastic on the page, but let’s face it, what ‘creature of the night’ would wear fire engine red on their costume?  Anyway, I’m willing to forgive the red, because I am just that generous, but I’m not going to go along with this ‘hair piece thing’.

For those who haven’t seen the designs or read the issue yet, Kate Kane has short very red hair (see below), but as Batwoman she has this same very red hair, but very long and flow-y (see above).  They do make a minor plot point out of it in this issue as Batman makes an offhand remark about it (stating that the long hair is a liability), and it is revealed a few pages later to be a wig attached to the mask/helmet.  I suppose making Kane seem ‘oh so clever and unpredictable’.  But this is forced characterization to me, and one that doesn’t actually work, so I find this annoying and kind of frustrating. Let’s explore…

Do we have this hair situation just so we can have that moment between Batwoman and Batman?  If so, it’s not worth it.

Do we have the long hair because we “think it looks better on the page”, much like the fire engine red in the costume?  If so, I say we should have broken some boundaries there as well – like with the boots and gone for more realism…especially if you want me to buy all the bright red.

It should also be noted (as seen above) that it totally absolutely does NOT look like a wig attached to a helmet…it looks like hair, or MAYBE a wig attached to her head – which we all know would never stay on in a fight.

And as I obsess over this tiny (and really, let’s face it, totally insignificant detail) I realize (as we all eventually do) that Batman is still right.

The hair is a liability whether it’s real or not.  The hair getting pulled as real hair might hurt more – potentially ending a fight by taking our hero down – but if it’s a wig attached to the mask it’s highly likely to aid in yanking the mask off…which is a huge problem.

So at the end of the day, Batman is right (as always) and Kane actually ends up looking a little weak, which I think is probably the opposite of what Rucka intended.  Bottomline:  Kane should ditch the wig.  If she’s concerned about being identified I say she goes with a full head mask/helmet like Batman.  If that’s not the concern then no reason her regular awesome short hair can’t be the hair that goes with her badass costume.

But when this is the only complaint I can come up with for “The Bad” you know you’re doing something right.

The Ugly: Not an ugly thing about this book.  Personally, I found the action page layouts to be a little fussy and unnecessarily difficult to follow.  But I think that’s personal taste.  I tend to prefer more standard/basic comic book layouts – whether action scene or not.  Although I have to give credit to Williams III, if you’re going to do crazy layouts, do them as well as he does – they’re well thought out and from a graphic design standpoint are quite frankly stunning.  I just happen to prefer readability to graphic design achievement (in comics that is).

one of the less complicated action pages

Overall I give this issue 4.0 Stars (out of 5) and I will definitely be following along…until I’m totally hooked or until these guys screw up.  So I’m in for another hand…at least.*

*I didn’t want to confuse the issue by also talking about the “Second Feature – The Question” eight page story in the back of this issue, but it’s a good story – well written and well drawn and is something I’m excited to read – which is rare – usually those “second features” are total throwaways – so nice work Rucka and Hamner.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Not a number

Executive Leadership - Jaques and Clement

Some years ago I was in a meeting where someone said the equivalent of: “We aim to have 80% of the balls being blue” .

Me, I like to understand things, so I said:

“Do you mean that each ball will be two colours, 4/5ths blue and 1/5th white, or do you mean that 80 balls in a hundred will be entirely blue and 20 balls in a hundred will be entirely white?”

Actually I wasn’t as articulate as that, but that was the question I was asking.

He missed the point the first time, so I rephrased it.

He missed the point the second time, and when I drew breath for the third time, he cut me off and snarled at me “It’s just an expression”.

I can only assume he was referring to the 80/20 rule.

I took a deep breath, and said … nothing.  Nothing at all.  What was there to say?  What I wanted to say was “it’s not a bleeping expression, it’s a number” but I was so astonished by his remark that I couldn’t think of a way to phrase it without swearing.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this is an example of what Jaques and Clement call ‘hollow language’ in their book Executive Leadership.  By this they mean the language used by people who don’t really understand what they are saying.  They can barely talk the talk, let alone walk the walk.  Me, I just call it being a tosser.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Charmed and Dangerous by Tony McGee Causey

Fans of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum pay attention, you have another screwball mystery to choose from in Charmed and Dangerous. Originally published in May 2007 as Bobby Faye’s Very (very, very, very) Bad Day by St. Martin’s Griffin in trade paperback, it has been re-titled and published in mass market paperback this month. Two additional books will be published later this year.

This is the first book by author Toni McGee Causey, a native of Louisiana and resident of Baton Rouge, who sets her tale in Louisiana bayou country around Lake Charles where tales of Jean Laffite and his buried treasure entice treasure hunters to this day. Bobby Faye grew up on them and dug more than her fair share of holes, but now all she wants is a day without problems. Lake Charles Contraband Day is the hottest event in town and Bobby Faye is the Queen, like her mother was before her, but there’s a hitch in the plan – a bigger one than her flooded trailer. Her useless brother failed to fix the water line to her washer and her trailer is sinking as the pipe fountains gallons out onto her floor. Her niece Stacey, staying with her while her sister Lori Ann is in court ordered rehab for her drinking problem, is more interested in the indoor pool than bailing it out, her electric is off because her check bounced, and the Child Services woman is due before the parade to see if she is a fit temporary guardian for her niece. Then things go really downhill.

Her worthless brother Roy calls and she hangs up on him. Again. Again. Again………. Until he swears on their mother’s grave he’s in trouble and she is the only way he stays alive. She must trade their mama’s tiara for him. It’s all she has left. She sold everything and took every dime out of the bank to pay for her sister’s rehab, that damn tiara is the only family heirloom remaining for her. Reluctant but resigned, she gets her best friend Nina, a fashion plate babe with a penchant for bullwhips, to guard her stuff and her niece, so the other people in the trailer park don’t steal everything while she’s gone to the bank and to rescue Roy. She gives Nina the only weapon she has – ice tongs. The folks in the trailer park have a betting pool going on whether or not Bobby Faye will kill someone before 10AM. That box in the pool caused a fistfight.

Bobby Faye heads to the bank in her beat up clunker of a car (and you think Stephanie Plum has car issues!). The scene where she whacks the engine had me laughing even though it felt a little like a rip off of the Joe Don Baker/Pierce Brosnan scene in Goldeneye. Bobby Faye finally gets the tiara, a simple iron one, from the safe deposit box and on the way out of the bank wonders why everyone seems frozen. Then the little man that was in line behind he demands her bag with the tiara in it and since he has a gun, you’d think this was a no brainer – but no has ever accused Bobby Faye of being normal. In the ensuing scuffle, Bobby Faye ends up with the gun but the two henchmen get the tiara, climb into a white Saab and take off.

Bobby Faye does the only sensible thing – by her measure – she hijacks a guy in a tricked out red truck and orders him to chase the white Saab. Now really, what are the odds that Bobby Faye would get the one guy who simply did not intimidate? Trevor not only does not intimidate, he also has a Glock. The chase ends up with Trevor Cromier’s precious red truck in the lake and Bobby Faye convinced that she’d finally met someone even crazier than she is. This odd duo end up chasing the bad guys and the crown with Bobby’s ex-boyfriend, Cameron, heading the police chasing Bobby Faye and some FBI guy named Zeke Wright beside him. That just makes her day right there!

Bobbie Faye blackmails, coaxes, and sorta tells white lies to get the job done as she races the clock to save her brother.  The mayhem is a riot at times, though the breathless pace can’t hide contrived scenes or some of the borrowing from other books of the type. You really can’t summarize the plot because it’s just to sprawling and despite the twists a you sort of know where you’re heading. The ending had a surprise though, so in addition to the fun, there are a whole bunch of ‘little mysteries’ that get resolved.

Bobby Faye Sumerall is a character worthy of Carl Hiaasen, but mostly she reminds me of a hybrid of Lisa Lutz’s Izzy Spellman and much imitated Stephanie Plum. Beside the ‘bad car karma’, Ms Causey borrows the double male issue of Morelli and Ranger and gives them to Cameron and Trevor. Heck, Bobby’s even Cam’s former girlfriend just like Morelli and Steph and Trevor is the buff action guy, but not a complete clone of the mysterious Ranger who we’ve only gotten to know by inches over the books. It’s a solidly redneck screwball mystery, even without  Grandma Mauser to shoot things, but that’s ok because Bobby Faye manages to shoot a truck all on her own. Twice. She’s has got her worthless sister, the alcoholic, and idiot brother, the gambler and her niece.  The atmosphere rings true to bayou country thanks to the author being a local.  ‘Write what you know’ really does help.  The pacing was nearly too frenetic.  In part this due to the time constraints of trying to get her brother back, but it also seems to be a stylistic thing.  I hope the second book slows down a bit and allows the reader a chance to catch their breath and enjoy the ride.

Like Lisa Lutz, Ms Causey’s writing style takes some getting used to. I admit I struggled with it through the whole book. The syntax, while realistic, is almost like reading in a dialect at times – which in many ways you are. Even so, the story moves at a breakneck speed and the characters just keep coming at you till you feel almost overwhelmed at times. Some of the funniest lines are used as chapter headers. One of my favorites heads Chapter 1:

“You know how some people are born to Greatness? Well, Bobby Faye Sumerall woke up one morning, kicked Greatness in the teeth, kneed it in the balls, took it hostage, and it’s been begging for mercy ever since.” – a former Louisiana mayor after Bobby Faye accidentally ran her car into his office, knocking pages of fraud evidence into the street, which helped land him in Federal prison.

And Chapter 40:

“Sir, we do not draft civilians into our foreign service, even if you think she’s ‘of the devil’ and would make a good spy. Please do not offer her to us again.” – Elizabeth Smith, CIA Undersecretary in a memo to the governor of Louisiana.

Yes, Charmed and Dangerous has its faults, but the chaos is fun and Bobby is always working to save her family and keep them safe – though the idea of shooting her brother has a lot of appeal! The book has enough plot and character to carry the 330 pages, though like Lisa Lutz, the mystery portion is very slight.  Two more entries in the Bobby Faye series will be released this year, one in July and one in August.  Like Charmed and Dangerous, Girls Just Want to Have Guns was published before as Bobby Faye’s (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels.  The third book scheduled for August is brand new and titled When a Man Loves a Weapon.

My Grade: B- (3.9*)

Who would enjoy this book: Those who read Janet Evanovich, Lisa Lutz, Carl Hiaasen, Tim Dorsey and lovers of screwball mystery lite.  The rating for this book is PG-13.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Book Review: <em>The Prophet</em> by Kahlil Gibran

Around The World For a Good Book selection for: Lebanon

Author: Kahlil Gibran
Title: The Prophet
Publication Info: Alfred A. Knopf (1973), Edition: 91st.  Originally published 1923.
ISBN: 394404289
Summary/Review:

I selected The Prophet as an Around the World For A Good Book choice for Lebanon but really I’ve been meaning to read this book for quite some time.  Especially since a I few years ago when I met Kahlil Gibran’s cousin and godson – also named Kahlil Gibran – on a sculpture tour of Forest Hills Cemetery.  The Prophet is a series of lessons given by a prophet to the townsfolk on topics varying from “Children,” “Self-Knowledge,” and “Good and Evil.”  It has many of the paradoxical formations found in many works of inspirational literature including Lao-Tzu’s “Way of Life”, the teachings of the Buddha and The Beatitudes of Jesus Christ.  Like those other works, it’s not really a read once and remember book, it’s more of a come back to again and again and find a different pearl of wisdom book.

Favorite Passages:

from “On Eating and Drinking”:

But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its  mother’ s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship.  – p. 23

from “On Self-Knowledge”:

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”  Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”  For the soul walks upon all paths. – p. 55

from “On Death”:

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.  And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.  And when the shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance. – p. 81

Recommended books: Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu, The Bible
Rating: ***1/2

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Shining

Never had I read a Stephen King novel.  The movie was and is one of my favorites, it was impeccably shot and truly haunting when watched alone or in complete dark.  My favorite Nicholson performance, bar none.  It just set a standard for me in terms of films.  Horror films are often cheap and poorly done, despite the amount of money poured into them.  Kubrick really had a way of making things jump.  I still don’t like watching 2001 on my own, it’s freaky as hell.  I still do though.    The real issue for most horror films is the lack of intensity.  I’m not sure if it’s the story that drives that, the director or the actors.  Maybe some mix of all three.

Something there is that keeps me away from King, Koontz and other contemporary writers with the ability to shell out novels endlessly.  Maybe it’s my obvious counterculture mentality, I don’t know.  Either way, I steadily look for the obscure and introspective.  The reflective words and sentences that stick with you for days and months and years.

Why “The Shining” then?  I failed miserably in trying to read my last book; I’m finding that dry historical detailing is not my bag.  A friend recommended it to me after a discussion of the movie, which was elegantly detailed as such:  “Fuck the movie, read the book.”  This may be a paraphrase, I can’t recall for sure, but this person has read all of King’s novels and was adamant toward the book.  I’ve owned it for some time, picked it up at an antique shop before moving to Minneapolis, four years ago.  In fact, my next books (Pilgrim At Tinker Creek and a biographical Rembrandt Time Life volume) were purchased the same day!  It’s news to me that Dillard wrote her thesis on my favorite book, Walden.  I’m going off on tangents again.

Let me say this.  This was the scariest book I’ve ever read.  Horror certainly isn’t my forte, but I can see how it would become addictive if one allowed oneself.  I read it in about 6 sittings.  The first two were in my apartment alone with one light on.  The slow creeping dread at what is to come clutches you so tightly that it’s hard to keep reading, yet incredibly difficult to stop as well.  The story is quite gripping, the impending doom and deliberate misunderstanding are decidedly satisfying.  There is also quite a difference between what happens in the film and what happens between these pages.  One thing, I read a lot of the book while in public on flights to Denver and Atlanta.  This was  bad idea.  It hardly ruined anything, but the ominous silence that accompanies one light and an unoccupied space can’t be converted at a proper currency.  Read it alone.  Read it at night.  But above all else, read it.

Here is the copy I have, I dig the cover:

Sunday, June 21, 2009

What Books Should I Take?!

On Tuesday, I leave for a week or so to go down to visit my aunt. The car ride is long and I’m sure there will be other opportunities to read as well so I need to take some books. The thing is, I have no clue which ones to take. Here’s a list of the ones I have to review. Comment with the five you think I should take with me and I’ll give you an extra entry in my Along for the Ride contest (see the post below).

The Red Queen’s Daughter

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts,

Thirteenth Child

Here’s How I See It, Here’s How It Is

Sprout

Tales of the Madman Underground

Things Are Gonna Get Ugly

Totally Fabulous

Love, Lies, and Texas Dips

After

Give Up the Ghost

Goodbye Season

My Invented Life

The Miles Between

Never Cry Werewolf

Bad Apple

The Body Finder

The Debutante

The Lost Summer

Hold Still

If I Grow Up

Shine, Coconut Moon

Standing for Socks

Anything but Typical

The Secret Keeper

Let me know which ones you think I should take and read!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Book Review: Sir Dalton and the Shadow Heart

Title:  Sir Dalton and the Shadow Heart  (Book 3 in the Knights of Arrenthtrae)

Author: Chuck Black

Publisher’s Synopsis: Sir Dalton, a knight in training, seems to have everything going for him. Young, well-liked, and a natural leader, he has earned the respect and admiration of his fellow knights, and especially the beautiful Lady Brynn.

But something is amiss at the training camp. Their new trainer is popular but lacks the passion to inspire them to true service to the King and the Prince. Besides this, the knights are too busy enjoying a season of good times to be concerned with a disturbing report that many of their fellow Knights have mysteriously vanished.

When Sir Dalton is sent on a mission, he encounters strange attacks, especially when he is alone. As his commitment wanes, the attacks grow in intensity until he is captured by Lord Drox, a massive Shadow Warrior. Bruised and beaten, Dalton refuses to submit to evil and initiates a daring escape with only one of two outcomes–life or death. But what will become of the hundreds of knights he’ll leave behind? In a kingdom of peril, Dalton thinks he is on his own, but two faithful friends have not abandoned him, and neither has a strange old hermit who seems to know much about the Prince. But can Dalton face the evil Shadow Warrior again and survive?

This was the hardest review I’ve had to do yet.  I kept dreading reading the book and couldn’t figure out why until I finally set myself down to read it.  Then I remembered.  It’s book three!  I’ve not read books one and two.  That’s why I was dragging my feet.  Who wants to read book three first?  Then I realized that I’ve done that before and survived so I picked it up and started reading.

Fortunately, there is an introduction to the series and that kind of got my mind in the spirit of the book.  This series is a lovely cross between fantasy and allegory with a lovely medieval flair to it.    The dedication alone was inspiring!  “I dedicate this book to all the young men and women who seek the truth of the Lord.  Be courageous, bold, and prepared, and may your faith stand firm on the solid rock.” My only objection is that solid rock infers Jesus and therefore, in my opinion, should be capitalized.  Thought you oughtta know.

From the very first pages, you’re thrust into a world of suspense, intrigue, and plenty of action.  Though I assume this is considered “juvenile fiction”, the story was gripping, compelling.  I found myself holding my breath until tense moments abated and finally cheering as Dalton realizes his eyes have been focused in the wrong place.  As he rushes to secure happiness for himself and another, the book concludes and leaves you impatient for the next.  That, my friends, in my opinion, is what makes a book great.  If you finish one with hands outstretched for the next, this is a good book.

I want to tell you more.  I want to open doors and windows that make you ache to grab a copy but I can’t.  It’ll totally ruin the story!

So, if you like The Ranger’s Apprentice, if you love the Squire’s Tale, if you’ve always loved the symbolism of Narnia… pick up this series by Chuck Black.  You won’t regret it.  It has all the beauty and imagery of Pilgrim’s Progress but written in a much less pedantic and archaic manner.

I originally had every intention of sending this book to a lucky commenter as a “Thank you” for reading my blog but alas, I’ll want to read it again after books one and two arrive and Jenna is impatiently drumming her fingers for them.  So, sorry… we’re keeping it.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Casino Royale

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling-a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension–becomes unbearable, and the senses awake and revolt from it.
James Bond suddenly knew he was tired.”

With that opening line author Ian Fleming introduces the world to James Bond of His Majesty’s Secret Service. There is no opening dramatic action scene, or explanation. The story and character begin at 3am in the Casino Royale. For being the first book of the series it’s odd that this isn’t the reason that the world knows James Bond. That credit goes largely to Sean Connery and the movie series that is so popular a girl I know asked me the other day, “Wait, they were books before they were movies?”

The book centers around the confrontation between the movers of the Western world (U.S. and Britain) and their gambit against a man named Le Chiffre who is working for the USSR in France. It seems that Le Chiffre lost a lot of the KGB’s money investing in brothels right before France outlawed prostitution. THe money was supposed to be used to bankroll worker’s revolts, strikes, and Socialist organizations in France but now Le Chiffre is in danger. The US/UK know this, they know that SMERSH (the sickle arm of the KGB) is going to kill Le Chiffre so their only play is to bankrupt him before he can win back the money thus needing their protection.

Most of the action in this book takes place in a casino or in the town near the casino. So much of the book is centerred around the match between Bond and Le Chiffre that you might be tempted to call it not a spy book but a gambling book. The game here is Baccarat, an older game that I assume Blackjack is based on, and the climax of the book comes in the form of a hand between Bond and Le Chiffre.

The book explains that Bond liked gambling because, “everything was one’s own fault. There was only oneself to praise or blame. Luck was a servant and not a master. Luck had to be accepted with a shrug or taken advantage of up to the hilt.” Bond takes a philosophical approach to gambling, he feels the sting when he loses but he understands that it’s a loss, and no matter how much he goes in to the hole it isn’t his money anyway.

I enjoyed the book for the simple urgency and panic that Fleming instills in something as normally inane as a card game. Placing the emotional state and effort of Bond to constrain his emotions while his second card is flipped over is something rarely seen in books or movies. Even in the recent adaptation of this novel, the illustration of Bond is more relatable here. Bond has recently killed two people to achieve his “00″ status but he begins to doubt the whole profession itself.

Not what he does for a living, no the killing doesn’t bother him, it is that the definition of good and evil is becoming blurry. Which is strange, considerring that this book was written during the Cold War when the Soviet Union was a pretty good example of who the bad guy was. He says that history is moving too fast and everyone is changing their parts from hero to villain, this confuses him and he worries of the day when he suddenly finds himself on the wrong side.

Perhaps the strangest aspect of the book is what is missing from the movies: the Cold War atmosphere. The days when “the great game” was afoot, and the world needed heroes and villains of the Walsingham Spymaster sort. The two recent movies were good but the shadowy “Quantum” organization doesn’t hold a candle to the KGB and SMERSH for me. A recommendation certainly, though I should warn that this book ends about as abruptly as the movie did.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Book Review: <em>The Invisible Hook</em> by Peter T. Leeson

Author: Peter T. Leeson
Title: The invisible hook : the hidden economics of pirates
Publication Info: Princeton : Princeton University Press, c2009.
ISBN: 9780691137476

Summary/Review:

I awaited the release of this book with great anticipation as it contains three elements I can’t resists: pirates, quirky application of social sciences,  and a terrific pun in the title.  Overall it did not disappoint.  Leeson examines the Golden Age of Piracy (roughly 1680-1720) through the lens of economics, seeking economic reason for what pirates did.  Much of pirate behavior is based in reaction to the harsh and unrewarding life of sailors under cruel captains.  Leeson shows how pirates preceded both James Madison and Adam Smith by decades by creating democracies and free market capitalism aboard their floating communities.  It was beneficial to the crews as a whole to elect their captains and to sign pirate codes that would determine fair treatment – and a fair share of the booty.  Pirates also should a fair amount of tolerance for black sailors among their crew making their racism subservient to the economic benefits of a good hand on board no matter what his color.

The “Jolly Roger” and the wild antics of pirates like Blackbeard also have an economic purpose – to force the pirates’ prey to surrender without a fight.  Sea battles would damage the pirates’ prize, their own ship, and perhaps even the pirates so it behooved them to act as threatening and crazy as possible to actually prevent violence.  For many of these reasons, pirate ships were actually popular among the ordinary sailors who were willing recruits into a society that would allow them a voice in how things are done and take home a greater share of wealth than they’d earn in the merchant marine.  The book concludes with a humorous management course as taught by a pirate with a syllabus of articles and books that back up the economics behind the pirate way.

One quibble I have in this book is that Leeson often deviates from economics to slip in Libertarian ideology in tangents that seem odd and out of place.  For example, he takes up several pages to convince the reader that all government is based on the threat of violence as opposed to pirate societies which were freely joined.  He even writes of the benefits of pirate torture in regulating the behavior of commercial ship captains (who had to treat their sailors well lest they too be caught and tortured by pirates) but seems to see only evil in any regulation whatsover by government.  Nevertheless, this is an enjoyable and educational book that brings the dismal science to life through the romance of piracy.  Arrr!

Recommended books: Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt; Under the Black Flag: The Romance and the Reality of Life Among the Pirates by David Cordingly
Rating: *** 1/2

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Book Review: Last Days of Summer by Steve Kluger

It’s 1940 and twelve-year-old Joey Margolis is the only Jewish kid in his Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn. His father is checked out, absorbed in his relationship with his new wife, his mother and his Aunt Carrie are stereotypically overprotective Jewish women, and he has no one to stick up for him when he gets beaten up by the Italian kids in the neighborhood. With no one to look up to at home, Joey decides to look elsewhere. He sets his sights on New York Giants third baseman Charlie Banks.

Steve Kluger’s Last Days of Summer is written as a series of letters between Joey and Charlie from 1940 to 1942. Knowing he’ll need a hook to get Charlie interested in writing back to a random kid from Brooklyn, Joey invents an illness. Witness his first letter:

Dear Mr. Banks,

I am a 12 year old boy and I am dying of an incurable disease. It is a horrible one. I have had to spend most of my life in hospitals and in bed with high fevers and very white skin. This is because I have no more corpusles, which you may remember is what provides you with antibodies. I am also paralized. Sometimes I am racked by so much that I cry out in the night and say things like “Dear God. Dear God.”

Joey goes on to tell Charlie that all he wants is for him to “hit one out” for him. When he gets a standard form letter response, Joey doesn’t give up. He comes back with another letter, this time announcing that he is blind because “one day my eyes started to fill up with mucus and the sunshine went away forever,” and again requests that Charlie “hit one out” for him. When he gets another form letter, Joey remains undeterred. He actually writes to the Bureau of Vital Statistics in Charlie’s home town and concocts a story that prompts the folks there to send him Charlie Banks’s home address.

So what does he do? He writes Charlie at home, and this time he gets a response.

Now look here you little pisser. You write one more letter like that last one and your going to wish you were dying from an incurable disease.

Charlie Banks probably thought that would do the trick, and it probably would have with most kids, but Joey Margolis is not your ordinary twelve-year-old. He continues writing to Charlie, gradually sharing more information about his life, his worries, and his desire to go on the road with the NY Giants, and the two strike up an unlikely friendship. The tone of their letters to each other progress from irritated, antagonistic, and defensive to warm, interested, and demonstrative of genuine care. And it is a real pleasure watching the relationship develop.

Last Days of Summer is not just letters, though. I’m tempted to refer to it as multi-media because it also includes Joey’s letters to President Roosevelt (and his responses!), notes from the therapy sessions Joey receives after he’s sent to Juvie for peeing in the reservoir, report cards from Joey’s school (where he receives all As except in “obedience,” in which his grades decline until his teacher exasperatedly marks the category “N/A”), love notes between Joey and a girl named Rachel, telegrams from many of the supporting characters, and even official military documents. All of these pieces fill in the gaps between Joey and Charlie’s letters and allow readers to see a more complete picture of their relationship than we would get from a traditional narrative.

This book is funny, unexpectedly touching, and a quick, fun, perfect summer read. Joey might look up to Charlie as a father figure, but their relationship is really like one between brothers. They correct each other’s grammar, make fun of each other’s social bumbles, give each other advice, and call each other’s bluff. Their friendship is unusual and unconventional, and it prompts everyone around them to bend the rules. What results is a rollicking, unforgettable story that I tore through in a few sittings and would have read it all in one if I’d had the time. Last Days of Summer is a breath of fresh air after several heavier reads, and I couldn’t have found it at a better time. 4.5 out of 5.

For this week’s Weekly Geeks assignment, I asked you to ask me questions about my recent reads to help me catch up on my reviews. Here are a few related to this great book.

Bart asked “How well does the ‘letter’ narrative suit the story in Last Days of Summer?”

I think the epistolary format was the perfect way to tell this story. Joey and Charlie have unique, interesting voices, and it was nice to get to know both of them rather than hearing the whole story from one person’s perspective or from a third-person narrator. I also really loved the additional material—report cards, letters to the President, therapy notes, etc.—that Kluger wove into the story. They provided some of the funniest glimpses into the characters.

Eva wanted to know “Was Charlie Banks a real person? Or is he based on an athlete? What makes the book so funny?”

Charlie Banks is a fictional character, and I don’t think he’s based on any particular real-life athlete, but Kluger acknowledges in an Author’s Note at the end of the book that “Joey’s predicament is actually based on my father’s life when he was the same age, in the same era.” So, the story is inspired by real-life events, though Kluger’s father found his role models in other places.

The book is funny for many reasons, and you really have to read it to get it. Joey is such a clever kid, and the way he ropes an initially hesitant Charlie into friendship is amusing and sweet. At one point, Charlie describes Joey by saying “He is like an earthquake. When it hap[pens you can’t stop it.” Kluger illustrates this multiple times in the narrative as Joey pulls off one crazy feat after another, and it is always entertaining. I like offbeat, creative stories, and this one fits the bill.

Softdrink said “I read Last Days of Summer a few years ago. Unfortunately, I don’t remember much about it. What drew you to this particular book?”

I had never heard of this book until a few weeks ago. I was talking with a teacher I always love sharing reading recommendations with, and she had just finished the book and was raving about it.  She handed me a copy, so I read a few pages, and I knew right away that I would enjoy it. I was looking for something to lighten up my reading for summer, and this was perfect.

Have you read Last Days of Summer? Do you want to know something else about it? Ask away, and I’ll respond in comments. And if you’re looking for a great summer read, I hope you’ll add this one to your list.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Cherry Ames, Imperialist Nurse?

The best part of discovering the Cherry Ames series reprinted by Springer Publications was finally getting to read Cherry Ames, Jungle Nurse.  Originally published in 1965, this book chronicles Cherry Ames’s nursing work in a rural village in Kenya.  A doctor friend, Bill Boyd, is going there to set up a small hospital to treat villagers suffering from the “sleeping sickness.”  It’s like Doctors Without Borders.  While Cherry is there, she uncovers a mystery and stops a diamond smuggler.  Because, of course there is a mystery.

I’d been wanting to get my hands on this one for ages.  As an original copy, it’s very tough to find, without paying huge amounts of money.  In retrospect, it would have been a good idea to read this one before I majored in anthropology at Vassar.  I knew the language and social conventions would be relics of the past, would seem quaint.

That innocence is what I like about the series. As I read more of the Cherry Ames, I should write a post about the portrayal of nursing in media.  I need help with that one though, book help. Because I can only think of nurses on TV.  Suggestions for comparative reading?

Back to Cherry in the jungle…Getting outfitted to head to the village, she gets “three pairs of khaki slacks, three khaki bush jackets and three skirts.” Skirts? What? Don’t tell me she wears pantyhose in the jungle?  But I keep getting distracted by the gender antiquities.  So anyway.  Skipping over the hunting (they eat the game they hunt, though there are trophy safaris going on around them) and sticking with the village…”Cherry, they don’t call Africa the ‘Dark Continent’ or the ‘Land of Mystery’ for nothing,” says the good doctor.  My inner anthropologist falls over laughing.  But wait, it gets better.  “I told you that the chief help these natives need was learning to help themselves,” Bob proclaims, as the hospital gets rolling.  Erk! Hmm, maybe it’s just Bob who’s given to imperialist stereotypes.

Enter Kandi, young village boy with scorpion sting in his foot.  As he recovers, he latches onto “Missy Sherry,” and wants to be her houseboy, serving her every need with devotion.  She nicknames him “Sugar Candy” jokingly.  Inner anthropologist gags a little.  And snickers.

Don’t get me wrong as I pick this thing to shreds.  (And I didn’t even go off on the pesticide spraying, that made the villagers and doctors cough, being sprayed all over the village to get rid of the tsetse flies.) I love that I even get to read this.

I love that I’m seeing into a different set of perceptions, a different set of assumptions.  As much as my inner anthropologist gives me a way to question, a way to be brought up short by stereotyped language, I wish I had a time machine. Because I can imagine reading this before the Internet, before CNN, before Angelina Jolie.  And wondering, and being inspired.  It’s a prototype of Doctors Without Borders, I guess.  I wonder how many kids it inspired to travel, or to go into medicine in that kind of service context.  And even if the stereotypes are wrongheaded, the medicine, and the intent to give service, is pretty admirable.

Monday, June 15, 2009

End of the Spear

The story of the martyrdom of five missionaries in the Ecuadorean jungle in 1956 has always intrigued me. The sacrificial service of Nate Saint, Ed McCully, Pete Fleming, Jim Elliot, and Roger Youderian is inspirational. Yet every time I finish a biography detailing the events of their lives and deaths, I am left with many questions.

What really happened on Palm Beach when the “Aucas” came back to kill the men? What provoked the “Aucas” to massacre the men after having established friendly contact with the five men? What were the life stories of the three “Aucas” who were friendly with the missionaries? What did Nate, Jim, Ed, Pete, and Roger do during the attack? And what became of the “Acuas” who killed these men?

 

All of these questions are answered by Nate Saint’s son, Steve, in End of the Spear. Steve picks up where all of the other biographies left off. Steve describes his own personal encounters with the Waodani people. (Waodani is the actual name of the “Aucas”; “Auca” is a derogatory name.)In 1995, Steve and his family moved down to the Ecuadorean jungle, living among the very people who were responsible for his dad’s death. While living with the Waodani, Steve dedicated himself to helping the Waodani. He taught them things they needed to know about the outside world. He provided medical care. He helped them establish an elder council to make corporate decisions. Steve tried to teach the Waodani to care for themselves and take responsibility for their own decisions.

After a year or so, Steve knew the Waodani had learned a lot but they still depended on him too much. As long as he lived among these people, they would expect him to make decisions for them. Steve knew it was time to leave.After Steve and his family move back to the States, two Waodani men came to visit in America. Mincaye, the man who speared Steve’s father, and Tementa, whose father provoked the Waodani into spearing the five missionaries, were able to share with many Americans how God had touched and changed their lives and what He was doing for their people now.After reading many biographies about the missionaries, it was amazing to hear the other side of the story…the Waodani side.

All of my questions about what really happened on Palm Beach were answered. God’s hand was evident in the story of the lives of those missionaries. End of the Spear is full of stories, some serious and some humorous, stories that clearly demonstrate the awesome power of God. The love and forgiveness demonstrated by Steve and his family and the acceptance of the Waodani toward the Saint family is a testament to the amazing hand of God.I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who has been enthralled by the lives of Ed, Nate, Pete, Roger, and Jim. This book completes their story. 

“This isn’t the end of the story. As long as there are players willing to accept their parts and a Master to write the script, it will go on. After all, life is a story.”End of the Spear p. 331 

~ Melinda ~

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Book Review: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith (2009)

Grahame-Smith’s update of Austen’s classic is fun, bizarre, and surprisingly good.  He re-casts the tale of social manners, customs, and etiquette in the midst of a zombie-plagued land.  The Bennett girls have been trained in the deadly arts by the best masters in China, but some see this as dent in their social status.

Grahame-Smith has great timing in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and that’s why the book works.  When the plot stalls for 21st century male readers or the language becomes overly cumbersome, we get passages like the following:

“When his blade was only inches from her [Elizabeth’s] throat, she moved from her opponent’s path and dragged her Katana across his belly. The ninja dropped to the floor—his innards spilling from the slit faster than he could stuff them back in.  Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel” (130).

Or, Wickham is left lame by Darcy, constantly soiling himself and forced to become a priest.  None of this, however, detracts from the tension provided by Elizabeth and Darcy, who are least comfortable in the stultifying atmosphere of social gatherings intended for marrying off young ladies.  They also happen to be excellent warriors.  They help each other confront their prejudices in terms of class and character.

The extras also make the book fun.  Included are roughly a dozen illustrations of Elizabeth in action, with captions such as, “Two adult unmentionables—both of them male—busied themselves feasting upon the flesh of the household staff.”  In addition, the book has a suggested book club guide which is quite possibly a funnier piece of satire than the novel itself.  A sample discussion-starter:

“Some critics have suggested that the zombies represent the authors’ views toward marriage—an endless curse that sucks the life out of you and just won’t die. Do you agree, or do you have another opinion about the symbolism of the unmentionables?”

It’s worth noting that Grahame-Smith doesn’t over-reach and try to elevate the zombies and ninjas into some type of lame metaphor.  Really, they serve as comic relief—a pause in a heavy book that makes it bearable.  That said, the book is about “the arts”, the skills and deceptions that were required in 19th century social circles and the physical dimension of battles serves to underscore this kind of jousting.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Short and sweet

No I am not referring to me:)  Just kidding, cause I am certainly not sweet.  I have one more book review for you, but since I am only about 4 chapters in to the book it isn’t much of a review.  That is where short and sweet comes in.  However I have read other Sisterchicks books and loved them and this one seems to be just as great.  If you like a good read and you haven’t read anything by Robin Jones Gunn, then you have missed out, seriously! I do love her stuff.  So check out the info below and go pick up a copy:)  I hope to be done with it soon b/c our two trips to the pool this week were so uneventful that I think I may actually get to read a bit while at the pool.  We will see how the beach goes tomorrow.  I have a feeling that will be another story:)  At least I can work out and read while doing the elliptical.  Ah I do love running while reading!

Book: Sisterchicks In Wooden Shoes

Summary: When a mammogram result comes back abnormal, midlife mama Summer Finley makes a snap decision to relegate fear to the back burner and fulfill a lifelong dream. Summer heads for Holland where she meets up with tulips, wooden shoes, and her best friend, Noelle.

Pen pals since fourth grade, Summer and Noelle have never met face-to-face. Through decades of heart-level correspondence, they have sustained a deep friendship. A week of adventure helps both women trade anxiety for a renewed and deeper trust in God. When Summer confides in Noelle about the abnormal medical report, Noelle finds the freedom to share a long-held heartache, and both women discover they needed each other more than they realized.

Women ages 35 and up, readers of Christian Boomer Lit, and fans of books such as The Yada Yada Prayer Group will enjoy Robin Jones Gunn’s humorous and uplifting style. True-to-life characters and moments of poignancy bring a deeper understanding of the value of life and the gift of true friends. Readers guide and bonus material included.

Author Bio:

Robin Jones Gunn is the best-selling and award-winning author of over seventy books, including the Glenbrooke, Christy Miller, Sierra Jensen, Katie Weldon, and Christy and Todd: The College Years teen series. The Sisterchicks® series has sold more than 300,000 units, bringing her total sales to more than 3.5 million books worldwide. A Christy Award winner, Robin is a popular speaker, both at home and abroad, and is frequently interviewed on radio and on television. www.robingunn.com www.sisterchicks.com

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Friday, June 12, 2009

The Dreaded Pink Cover

“Chick Lit” and I have a sordid history.

I strain vigorously against the “genre” for several reasons:  

1) I feel too many works of art are ill-categorized and slapped with pepto-pink covers, making them unattractive and unsellable to a wide range of readers including men, boys, and me.

2) If I deign to read the jacket and find a story endearing enough to see past that bubble gum cover, I find myself reading in secret, unable to show my face in a library or trendy used book store for fear of being categorized as a “Chick Lit” reader.

And (most importantly),

3) I fear I am, in fact, a “Chick Lit” writer.

A friend of mine covered this genre in one of her MFA classes when she was studying creative writing at UTD.  Her prof asked for her thoughts in class one day, and she expounded later over margaritas.

“I told him that my best friend was the quintessential Chick Lit character,” she said, referring, of course, to me. 

I scoffed.

“Don’t pretend to be offended,” she said.

The New York Times posted an article yesterday with rarely-seen (in the Times, anyway) enthusiasm over a handful of books that are sure to grace the hands of women everywhere this summer.  Not all of these books are what I would consider Chick Lit.  And – if you study the accompanying photo of the books lined up on a beach, ready to be plucked by the hands of an eager sunbather – you will notice that not a single book jacket hints at even a shade of pink.  Refreshing.

Per this article, I have added a few new titles to my summer reading list:

Julie Metz – Perfection

Susie Boyt – My Judy Garland Life (while this one actually seemed a little to spacey for me, the fact that Boyt is Sigmund Freud’s granddaughter entices me to at least give it a glance)

Nancy Thayer – Summer House

Jennifer Weiner – Best Friends Forever (while Weiner has been unhappily dubbed by some as a Chick Lit writer in general, I found her short story collection The Guy Not Taken very endearing and full of tangible, beautifully flawed characters, so I am going to give this one a try as well)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson

Hmm… Well…. Okay… Wintergirls is about an anerexic girl, Lia, who loses her ex-best friend. (As in the ex-best friend dies) And no, I didn’t spoil anything because this is stated on the first page of the book, in the first chapter. But here’s the catch – the friend isn’t gon for, Lia. In fact, she seems to be haunting her, but not in the boo I’m in the closet haunting. As in, encouraging Lia to continue getting thinner. This would go with the girl suffereing a real life issue archetype. I did love the book, it just wasn’t like what I expected it to be. (Like when I picked up Twilight and thought it took place in the 18th century – this was back in 2006 or 05, so no one was talking about it yet) Laurie Halse Anderson did help me understand Lia’s perspective. I was ate the beach and still got chills reading some sections. I do recommend reading it and I did appreciate reading it. I preferred Speak over this though but that’s just me.

The writing was choppy but it adds to the tone and the adreniline rushes you may get if you get really into the book. I lvoed they way she emphasized some events. (1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15 . 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33. was the most effective thing to me) You see, Lia has alredy been in a rehab for eating but she’s back out when the book starts. The title does have a meaning after you read the book and I was drawn into the story. It somehow reminded me of Crank b/c of the choppy sentences but our Lia isn’t on drugs. The conflict is Lia against herself, anerexia, and Cassie along with some family problems as well. It was a short read but if you’re in the mood for some seriousness, read this book.

Chilled,

Rachel

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Recommended Memoirs

If you have read a memoir that you would like to recommend, please email us!

Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt

Tis by Frank McCourt

All Souls: A Family Story from Southie by Michael Patrick MacDonald

The Nazi’s Officers Wife by Edith Hahn Beer

Dry by Augusten Burrows

Running with Scissors by Augusten Burrows

A Million Little Pieces by James Frey

My Friend Leonard by James Frey

The Autobiography of My Mother by Jamaica Kincaid

The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Stolen Lives: Twenty Years in a Desert Jail by Malika Oufkir

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

Falling Leaves: The Memoir of an Unwanted Chinese Daughter by Adeline Yen Mah

Coming of Age in Mississippi by Anne Moody

Lost in Place: Growing Up Absurd in Suburbia by Mark Salzman

My Brother by Jamaica Kincaid

Memories of a Catholic Girlhood by Mary McCarthy

Bad Boy: A Memoir by Walter Dean Myers

Without a Map: A Memoir by Meredith Hall

This Boy’s Life: A Memoir by Tobias Wolff

Teacher Man: A Memoir by Frank McCourt

The Tender Bar: A Memoir by by J. R. Moehringer

Dog Years: A Memoir by Mark Doty

The Birthday Party: A Memoir of Survival by by Stanley Alpert

Waking: A Memoir of Trauma and Transcendence by Matthew Sanford

Chosen by a Horse: A Memoir by Susan Richards

My Father’s Secret War: A Memoir by Lucinda Franks

What Remains: A Memoir of Fate, Friendship, and Love by Carole Radziwill

Stealing Buddha’s Dinner: A Memoir by Bich Minh Nguyen

Magical Thinking: True Stories by Augusten Burroughs

God Grew Tired of Us: A Memoir by John Bul Bul Dau, Michael Sweeney, Michael S. Sweeney

Funny in Farsi: A Memoir of Growing up Iranian in America by Firoozeh Dumas

Easter Everywhere: A Memoir by Darcey Steinke

Unwanted: A Memoir by Kien Nguyen

Persian Girls: A Memoir by Nahid Rachlin

Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah

Rewind, Replay, Repeat: A Memoir of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder by Jeff Bell

Leaving Church: A Memoir of Faith by Barbara Brown Taylor

Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali

Unbowed: A Memoir by Wangari Maathai

The Color of Water: A Black Man’s Tribute to His White Mother by James McBride

Seamstress: A Memoir of Survival by Sara Tuvel Bernstein, Louise Toots Thornton, Marlene Bernstein Samuels

Out of Egypt: A Memoir by Andre Aciman

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A romp indeed...

Title: Black Butterfly

Author: Mark Gatiss

Series: the Lucifer Box novels

Summary: Lucifer Box, a daring and scandalous secret agent, is about to retire, but first, he wants to settle the mysterious “suicides” of prominent people.  The adventure leads him across the world, even while he considers his own mortality.

As I discussed last time, the uniqueness of the narrator– who actually reminds me a bit of the narrator of the Tudor Mystery series penned by Michael Clynes– kept me reading at a fair clip.  Yes, it is Bond-esque, but no one would accuse Lucifer Box of fitting a stereotype.  Like Conan Doyle before him, Gatiss drops titles and descriptions of Box’s previous cases– we can live in hope that they, too, will one day be chonicled. In the meantime, “Black Butterfly” has tons of twists and turns to keep you on your toes.  Also, his character’s names and behaviors are positively Dickensian in their grotesqueness– no, I mean that in a good way!

My two complaints are that I would have liked a ”Who’s Who”  at the beginning of the book, as characters disappear and then reappear later, making me have to rifle back to remember who he/ she was.  Also, as I read this one in paperback, I missed the “vintage” adverts from the first novel.  I’m not sure if this hardback version had them or not, but it would have been neat to compare the 3 books & 3 styles of adverts, as these books move from the 1890’s, to the 1920’s and now, the 1950’s. 

Overall: Great read– but start at the beginning of the series, and “Be Prepared.”

For more, see below:

http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Mark-Gatiss

Monday, June 8, 2009

Book of a Thousand Days

Day 27

I held her and sang to her and let our dinner burn on the fire, and all the while she shook and cried dry tears, her mouth hanging open. I’ve never seen a person cry like that, with real fear. She made my blood shiver. I wish I knew what ails her, but perhaps it’s too soon. Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

Lady Saren has been imprisoned, along with her maid Dashti, locked in a dark tower for seven years by her own father. Her crime was refusing to marry Lord Khasar of the neighboring Thoughts of Under, saying that she has already accepted Khan Tegus, ruler of another realm. Her father believes it important that his daughter marry Khasar in order to align their kingdoms and is furious at Saren for disobeying.

After a month of being locked up in the darkness of the tower, Khan Tegus sneaks past the guards to speak with Lady Saren. Mysteriously, Lady Saren refuses and asks Dashti to talk in her place. With only a small slit in the tower, they begin to form a relationship, although he is being deceived, not knowing that it is Dashti he is speaking with and not Lady Saren. Soon Tegus has to return to his home, but promises to come back and rescue Saren. In his absence, the cruel Lord Khasar comes to the tower and begins to torment the girls. Along with rats in the cellar, no natural light, a dwindling food supply and many long days spent inside, the tower walls begin to creep in on the two girls. After a wolf attack, all life outside of the tower seems to vanish. Now, their only hope is the strong-willed Dashti to find a way out of the tower. But one question remains - what lies beyond the tower walls?

Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale is a fantastic read. I picked it up for Carl’s Once Upon a Time challenge and read it in two days time. Hale has a way of turning old Grimm fairy tales into compulsively readable books. Full of wonders like holy men who are thought to have the power to transform themselves into animals, to the beautiful healing songs that Dashti herself has a gift for singing, Book of a Thousand Days is a wonderful little gem to be found in the Young Adult section.

The book is written in diary form by Dashti, a character that develops from a terribly naive child to a determined, resourceful and courageous young women. As with so many of Hale’s heroines (including Ani from The Goose Girl) Dashti is a strong female character, something I like to see in Young Adult fiction. I loved the diary format where Dashti shares her most intimate thoughts in written form.

Even if you’ve never read fantasy before, I urge you to give this book a try. It’s a great story told by a skilled storyteller.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

The Ethicurean Reviews "Fresh: A Perishable History"

Fantastic review of a new book by Susanne Friedberg about the tradition of fresh foods in the 20th century. Considering I’ve been blogging recently about seasonal eating, a lifestyle choice that assures me that I will only be eating the freshest, most local and nutritious food one can get, this book is a great find. I’ll have to add it to my ever increasing stack.

Key bit

The key technology, of course, has been refrigeration: from the refrigerated rail cars and steamers used to transport fresh food to the grocery, to household refrigeration and freezer units that brought those “fresh” foods home. Freidberg notes that the use of refrigeration found particular favor first among businesses and later among consumers in the United States, “where the pursuit of freshness as an ideal has produced all kinds of technological and commercial innovations — some of which have shaped how not only Americans but also the rest of the world eats.”

I’d suggest reading the whole thing, via The Ethicurean’s Jennifer M. (AKA Baklava Queen)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Finally...Syntax & Lexicons

With such an incredibly productive day this afternoon for work, I’ve decided that I can excuse myself to studying Greek discontinuous noun phrases again (why do I view that sort of thing as leisure activity?). So expect a post about noun initial hyperbaton (Y2 Hyperbaton) in the next day or so.

I’m very excited.

In other news, Rod Decker announced that Muraoka’s LXX lexicon is finally complete for the entire Septuagint, which means that my book purchasing priorities have just changed significantly.

And in that regard, Jame Spinti’s comments on the post are exciting too.

But as we’re waiting, there are a couple of new and excellent reviews up:

One on Campbell’s new aspect book.

One on the New English Translation of the Septuagint.

Friday, June 5, 2009

On the go?

Hi again,

I’ll try and make sense, even though I’m sharing a ’12 things on the go’ moment with (pretty much) all my colleagues. The festival is hotting up – authors, events and ideas about the ways these two intersect are moving around us at an ungainly speed. It’s fun, but it’s all becoming a little bit of a blur (in a fun way though, pretty much like doing ‘wizzies’ when you were a kid).

Every time my eyes refocus I turn them to a new book. I’ve just started Philip Hensher’s The Northern Clemency, a Booker nominee and, at this early stage of my reading I can understand why; the language is beautiful, loaded and large, but still light and erudite (if that’s all possible). I’m only 100 pages in and I’ve met almost 20 characters … an ‘epic portrait’ indeed. I already feel like I’d be at home in any of the local pubs (in one of the corners of 1970s Sheffield).

Prior to this I’ve read Ryu Murakami’s Audition, a short book about a middle-aged man who chances upon the most unique way of finding a second wife … by creating a fake film project which a range of women audition for. I was, after much of what I’ve read about this book, expecting something far more violent. This wasn’t really the case. There is a sense of unease that’s sustained through much of the latter part of the book and it only gets a little gruesome at the end. I look forward to seeing the film version (although I’m a little concerned about the affect on me, seeing the ‘Critical response‘ section of the Wiki page).

I also read Steven Amsterdam’s Things We Didn’t See Coming (Sleepers Publishing). I’m not going to be able to do this book justice in this short blog, but I really enjoyed it. I wasn’t expecting spec-fiction and also got something that reminded me of David Mitchell, whose Cloud Atlas I loved. Amsterdam’s book follows one main character through a series of episodes in a post-Y2K world … a world that’s gone totally awry, and a world that could very possibly be ours in the too-soon future (Y2K aside). It’s believable, and there’s room in the spaces to let the reader bring their own thoughts to the table.

I’d better go now, given I’m still in the middle of a ’11 things on the go’ moment.

Regards,
Steve
Associate Director

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Yankee’s Favorite Books About the South #4: Peter Taylor’s Pulitzer Prize-Winning Novel, ‘A Summons to Memphis’

A genteel Southern family stumbles after moving from one Tennessee city to another

A Summons to Memphis. By Peter Taylor. Vintage 224 pp., $14.95.

By Janice Harayda

Northerners tend to think of the South as more unified than it is. The former Confederate states may have similarities that reflect their legacy of slavery and defeat and their landscape and geography. But each city has its own character, and Dallas and Atlanta and New Orleans are as different as Detroit and Cleveland and Minneapolis.

Few novels show this better than Peter Taylor’s A Summons to Memphis, which won the 1987 Pulitzer Prize for fiction for its haunting portrayal of the lasting effects of a well-born family’s move from one Tennessee city to another. The plot involves two middle-aged, unmarried sisters in Memphis who try to dragoon their younger brother into returning home from New York and helping them thwart their 81-year-old father’s impending remarriage.

But there is more to the story than whether their effort will succeed. Why is George Carver so determined, at his age, to remarry? Why have his daughters never wed? Why has their brother, Phillip, an editor and antique book collector, remained single, too? All of the answers relate to an incident that occurred during the Great Depression. Betrayed by a trusted adviser, George Carver suffered heavy financial losses and moved his brood from Nashville to Memphis – just over 200 miles but a distance that, for its disastrous effects, might have spanned a continent. The family chafed against unfamiliar roles and social codes, a clash between the old and new South, and lost its moorings.

Phillip Carver tells this story in a tone that is formal and restrained at times to the point of stiffness. This device reflects no lack of skill on the part of Taylor – one of the finest fiction writers of the late 20th century – but rather Phillip’s emotional reserve and detachment from life. The effect is chilling: A Summons to Memphis shows how an uprooting has reverberated over time and all but destroyed a clan that once was a model of Southern gentility. It shows, as Phillip puts it, how “the family in our sort of world and in our part of the country” had become so fragile “that even so slight a shift as from one Southern city to another” could destroy all that it needed to survive.

This is the fourth in a series of daily posts this week on Southern literature. Tomorrow, David C. Barnette’s tongue-in-cheek guide to unwritten Alabama social codes, How to Be a Mobilian.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Reading Between the Lines - Inspiration Wednesday with More Reader's Blogs

We all search the internet for inspiration from time to time. Most of us probably search daily, but how many of us stop to acknowledge our own ability to inspire. I started this Handmade Experiment back in January and have shared my experiences both online and with my friends and family from the very beginning. What a joy it has been finding out that just by sitting down and sewing a tutu for a little girl’s birthday or figuring out a pattern for a pair of kid’s pants I can inspire others to make something of their own!

You all have given me such encouragement and support to keep up with my commitment to handmade. This week I’m turning it around and lending my support to YOUR endeavors. Thank you for reading and commenting, for sending in pictures and sharing your own inspirations with me.

Here are some more crafty, creative blogs from some of my readers. Everyone of them is an inspiration.

A Bookish Life – Keri quilts, makes clothes for an adorable little girl, writes book reviews, and much, much more.

Monster Knits Blog – Kris’s blog is a great one for you knitters out there. She has adorable kids to model her awesome projects and the whole thing feels like you’re outside on a sunny day. Very nice!

Max and Ellie – Two sisters who left teaching to be stay at home moms and now create lovely things that they blog about and sell in their etsy shop.

mon ami – A Canadian mama who loves great fabrics and has done some of the same projects I plan on trying.

Pretty Partridge – Ashlee is a mom, a lawyer, and a creative crafter. She does paper crafts as well as sewing and has a good eye for picking other cool handmade items. Just my kind of gal!

MooBear Designs – Stephanie and Carlos live in Sydney, Australia and have started a very cool company. They make eco-friendly T-shirts using their children’s art as the designs. Check them out here. They also have some extremely cool tutorials like this one for making comic strip shoes!

like it or lump it – Sarah is a mom of three who is an Eco-conscious knitter and artist. She has such a fun imagination! Make sure to check out her etsy shop, Lumpkin.

art and play – My friend Yancey is a wonderful mama, artist, and student of massage therapy here in Portland. Check out her paintings! She has just begun turning a few of her imaginative little creatures into plushies, so stay tuned. I love her calming presence through the chaos that is motherhood as well as her ready sense of adventure in all things craft. She is a constant inspiration.

Thanks again everybody. Keep crafting!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Book Review: Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (1996)

Fight Club explores the big question that all great literature does: what do I have to do to feel most fully human?  There are elements of Thoreauvian solitude, Puritanical rules, and the chaos of anarchy and adulterated freedom.  As Tyler Durden ventures down each path, the irony and paradox becomes apparent—life is most fully lived when it is conscious of its limitations, brevity, and imminent end.  Therefore, the narrator concludes, the confrontation with death (a la Hemingway) is what allows us to feel most alive at any point.

Likewise, the paradox of Project Mayhem is that it is tightly controlled, a machine with many cogs that duplicates the capitalistic society it is so angry about.  Philosophically its participants have exchanged leaders because they think Fight Club offers more freedom, but their situation is ultimately not improved.

In the endnote Palahniuk gives some good insights, including the awareness of gender in the book and its unabashed masculinity.  Durden says, “What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.”  They are all, then, reclamation projects.

It’s an odd love story, but it gets inside the conflictedness that the narrator has as he tries to estimate himself in Marla’s eyes.  He is inadequate and suave, unlikeable and ravishing.  He is consistently divided about his life and where his passions lie, always knowing what it is he wants (to quit this job) and always unable to follow through with it because he’s afflicted with the modern malaise (see Binx Bolling, Richard Yates, Ethan Frome, and Prufrock for characters with similar conflicts) of what he calls “the tiny life”.

The book’s stream of conscious style is mesmerizing.  It lands body blow after body blow, circling back upon itself a crazy quilt of patterned randomness.  It is organized chaos, true to Tyler Durden’s wishes.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Soul Care?

Originally published February 27, 2008

Spiritual Friendship is a refreshing change from the usual “chick lit” or “girlfriend” level of spiritual depth and intelligence. Those have their place…I guess…but this is something else entirely.

I hope you take time to read these excerpts from an interview with the author, Mindy Caliguire.

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Why are spiritual friendships so vital for soul care and what are some barriers to developing such friendships?

Mindy: First, I believe the relationships between believers were intended to be a primary means by which the Spirit would move among His people, producing life and growth. Thus, they are, or can be, an enormous means by which we connect with God and experience transformation. And part two is this: unfortunately most Christians are deeply alone and intentionally hidden from one another (most are hidden from themselves, too, but that’s another topic!). So not only is this a key area of spiritual power and potential, it is also the most widely abandoned and feared (often for good reason).

Simple barriers such as pace of life and physical distance from friends can make intimate, life-giving friendships difficult. But the deeper barriers are our internal resistances to being known more fully by anyone else as the messy, “mixed-bag,” incomplete, wounded and broken people we in fact are. It’s so much better on the other side of vulnerability…but it is still difficult to choose, particularly when we are mired in guilt and shame. Oddly enough, Jesus’ people are often anything but free, and are generally not characterized by grace. Much of this centers around how self-protected and defensive we are, particularly in our relationships.

I guess my dream scenario is that a few friends (new or old) who share the desire for a deeper experience of their spiritual life would read and work through these materials on their own and then together share their learnings and help one another see areas of progress, healing and growth.

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Dare we get beyond the superficial in our relationships? Will we choose to invest the time, risk, and energy–yes and pain–into those people who can be trusted? When they ask “how are you?” will you commit to not answering “fine”?