Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Outlaw by Warren Kiefer


Just because I've outlived practically

everybody don't mean I'm in  a hurry
to die.

Opening to Outlaw
by Warren Kiefer


Sandy over at You've GOTTA Read This and I teamed up for a mini-read-a-long of Outlaw by Warren Kiefer  for the Hop-a-long, Git-a-long, Read-a-long Western Reading Challenge which ends today.  Though Outlaw is one of Sandy's all time favorite books, I'd never heard of it.   

Outlaw is the story of Lee Garland, who begins life in New Mexico orphaned after the local Apache Indians raid his parents farm.  He is raised by a neighboring Mexican family, becomes something of an outlaw, rustles cattle, joins Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders in their charge up San Juan Hill, becomes something of a oil baron and eventually Ambassador to Mexico.  He lives to consider voting for Nixon which he refuses to do.   

Sandy and I decided to join forces by asking each other a set of questions for our reviews.  Her questions to me are in italics below.

One big aspect of Outlaw that I noticed only in the re-reading was the level of prejudice.  Knowing you were reading the book with me, when I came across some ugly attitudes towards gays, I cringed.  But gays weren’t the only target.  Everyone got their share of the bigotry…Indians, Mexicans and even women.  What was your initial reaction to all of this?  Did it offend you, or did you just chalk it up to a sign of the times?

You can't read westerns or any form of historical fiction set in America with a thin skin.  History isn't pretty.  If anything, the prejudice in Outlaw is not nearly as bad as it probably was in real life.  The narrator, Lee Garland, is actually very forward thinking for his time.  He breaks into the narration a couple to say how a person's race, religion, even sexuality doesn't matter much to him.  He allows the local Jewish community to place their savings in his bank when no one else will.  He expresses admiration and sympathy for the black soldiers fighting in Cuba.  He feels sorry for the Apache Indians even though they killed his family.  Even in the book's most problematic scene where two murderous lovers, one of whom is cross dressing, are hung there's a hint of admiration in how the two men stick together in the end and in how bravely the cross-dressing one faces his own hanging.   

All of these events and attitudes are true to the historical setting of Outlaw.  They're also true to the characters in the novel.   I've a set of grandparents with life stories very similar to Lee Garland's.  My grandmother went west in a covered wagon as a girl and my grandfather was orphaned as a boy and went on to try his hand at many different types of work including investing in land.  He was a farmer, not a cattleman.  My grandparents never struck it rich, though not for lack of trying. While they both held prejudicial views similar to Lee Garlands, they were sympathetic and understanding of people they had actual experience with and intolerant of just about everyone else.  It was not uncommon to hear my grandfather take the side of Native Americans and then say something truly awful about the entire population of Korea and all their descendants.  Lee Garland, in Outlaw, and my grandfather would get along just fine.  The even both hated Democrats.

Strangely, the anti-Democrat speeches surprised me.  They are certainly true to Lee Garland's character, and probably to men of his historical time, but I don't remember ever encountering anything like them before in literature.  They didn't offend me.  In fact, I think we really should see more stuff like that in current fiction.  People say they hate politics, but politics is one of the prime movers in our lives today.  They really should play a bigger role in fiction if fiction is be considered an accurate reflection of contemporary life.

 What was your opinion of Lee Garland (the narrator and protagonist in the book) at the beginning of the story?  Did that attitude change as you progressed through the tale of his life?  Did Lee’s prejudiced attitudes or questionable behavior have any bearing on those feelings?


I don't think Lee Garland ever does any serious self-reflection.  He's an I-am-what-I-am kind of guy.  He does go from outside-of-the-law to inside-of-the-law which makes him more respectable, but he's still a cattle rustler at heart.  He just moves to rustling cattle by legal means.  


Towards the end of the novel he tries to bring a long-time friend back home to the U.S. from Mexico but runs into trouble at the boarder.  His friend has a Mexican 'wife,' many children, and loads of illegal liquor.  Unfortunately for Lee Garland he runs into an honest boarder agent who refuses to allow the liquor and the Mexican 'wife' into America, even after Lee Garland offers him a 'bribe.'  Lee contacts his friends higher up in the government, gets his old buddy into the country along with his 'wife' and family and has the boarder agent sent to exile in Alaska.  Lee Garland sees this action as 100% right and justifiable which it's not.  A government agent who refuses to accept a bribe knowing he risks retribution is a man to be admired in my book. But not in Lee Garland's.   I think he's typical of the her's you find in westerns in that, while he does have many admirable qualities, he also carries a lot of baggage most of us could do without.  Much like real people.

 Do you think you will ever re-read Outlaw?  Are you interested in reading anything else written by Warren Kiefer?


I don't think I'll re-read Outlaw, though I am glad I read it. Out of all the westerns I've read, I think it's the closest to what people who don't read of lot of westerns think of as a western .  I lean towards the more literary end of the western genre.  Outlaw is a guilty pleasure book.  It's the sort of book that used to tempt me in the super-market check-out line back when the super-market check-out lines had a rack of books.   It's an entire James Michener multi-generational story crammed into the lifetime of a single man.  This is coming from someone who read Centennial twice. 
 
It is impossible for me not to at least take a tiny poke at the ending.  Without spoiling anything of course, I have to ask where your head was when you turned the last page…did you like it?  Were you angry?  Sad?  Impressed?  Do you agree with the way Kiefer decided to conclude Lee’s story?


I'm going to go ahead here full guns blazing so there will be spoilers.  Be warned.  Or just skip the following paragraph. 


I liked that Lee Garland managed to die in a gun fight even at age 88.  He survived so many for so long but he couldn't keep on winning them forever.  That his final one is over something as ridiculous as it was seemed fitting, too.  He thinks he is standing up for principal, to keep an oppressive government from taking his land, but he's been more than willing to take what wasn't really his all through his own life.  I also liked that he lived long enough to see his own demise portrayed on television news as it happened.  Until his power was cut off, anyway.    But you're referring to the very last page, which is certainly something, wherein Lee Garland appears to narrate the last words he hears as he lays dying.    I liked it.  It is a bit silly, and one could argue that it's not great work on the part of Mr. Kiefer.  I'm certainly not going to defend it as good writing.  But I enjoyed it.  I thought it was a good way for Lee Garland, Outlaw, to finally go.


You can read Sandy's answers to my questions here.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

TSS: A Visit to Dog Heaven.

C.J. and I took the dogs to the Point Isabelle dog park in Richmond, CA this morning.  The place is dog heaven.  You can see from the views of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge that's it's awfully nice for people, too.

The view of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge.  
The Oakland Bay Bridge is just behind the tree to the left.

We've heard rumors of the Point Isabelle dog park for just about a year now. They're all true.  The place is great.

It's got one of the best views in the Bay Area, maybe the best.  There's two large parking lots and just over a mile of off-leash dog trails along the shoreline.

Dakota poses for the camera at Point Isabelle

We've been there twice now and can report that all the dogs and the dog owners at Point Isabelle are well behaved.  No piles of mess left for someone else to pick up and no dog fights at all.  C.J. and I believe this is because the park is geared towards walking.  There really is no place for large crowds of sedentary dog owners to hang out, except the cafe. Did I mention the cafe?

View along the trail at Point Isabelle

We've had lunch there twice, delicious both times.  The cafe is actually good enough to justify a trip when coupled with the views of the city.  Full lunchtime menu and complete range of coffee drinks.  There's also a complete dog grooming facility if your dog needs a bath.



Dakota, C.J. and Gabby walking the trail at Point Isabelle
Dakota is skittish around dogs taller than she is, which is one reason why we avoid our local dog park during peek hours.  But she has had no problems at Point Isabelle.  Again, the fact that the park is geared towards walking helps.  Dogs generally want to stay with their masters, so if their master is moving along, they'll follow  of checking out the other dogs.  On the other hand, Gabby has no problem with bigger dogs, she'll go after them and join the hunt but she doesn't really like small children.  Small children see a cute little dog just their size and run right up to her.  She does not like this and is not shy about saying so.  We've had no problems at Point Isabelle because the little kids are all in strollers.  No mile long walk for them.

View of the estuary at Point Isabelle

Our only worry about Point Isabelle is that Gabby and Dakota might one day discover the joy of swimming.  Lots of dogs jump right into the estuary repeatedly.  While there are several hosing off facilities at  Point Isabelle, none of us want to face the 30 minutes ride home with wet dogs in the car.


Update

I was just going to change the masthead, but I decided the blue in the picture didn't go with the rest of the layout design so I redid the whole thing.  What do you think?  Please don't be shy about saying you don't like the new look if you don't.  I'm not sure about the blue text myself, yet.  But I do like the new masthead.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" Gill Scott-Heron Dies at Age 62

Gil Scott-Heron, composer, poet, civil rights activist and rap pioneer died today at age 62.




"The first change that takes place is in your mind. You have to change your mind before you change the way you're living, the way you move. So when we said "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised," we were saying the thing that's going to change people is something that no one will ever be able to capture on film. It will just be something that you see and realize "I'm on the wrong page, or I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong note and I've got to get in sink with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country."

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Silent Land by Graham Joyce

It was snowing again.
Opening to
The Silent Land
by Graham Joyce

Graham Joyce's novel, The Silent Land, is an entertaining supernatural thriller that delivers the goods.  

Jake and Zoe Bennett are on a ski vacation in the French alps when both are caught in an early morning avalanche.  Fortunately, Jake is able to dig Zoe free from the snow before it's too late.  Having lost their skis, they wait as long as the can for a rescue team to help them back to the village and their hotel.  In the end, the decide to walk back arriving several hours later, hungry and exhausted.

To their surprise no one is at their hotel.  No one is in the village at all.  They decide that the entire town must have been evacuated due to the danger of more avalanches.  While everyone is gone, they may as well have a bath and use the hotel restaurant to cook up their own dinner.  After what turns out to be a romantic and passionate night together the two try to walk down the mountain into the next town.

If you're like me, you've already got a very good idea what is going on, and you're right. But knowing this won't spoil The Silent Land at all.  What readers like us suspect is revealed to be true early on; that's not the point of the novel.  The point is what will Zoe and Jake do after they have figured out what the reader already knows.  This discovery comes early enough in The Silent Land for the rest of the novel to build dramatic tension and to make the reader wonder what exactly will happen by the story's end.  You may find you've moved much closer to the edge of your seat before you finish the book.

I found The Silent Land to be a pleasant surprise.  It's an entertaining, smart story that I thoroughly enjoyed.  I hope to find more of Mr. Joyce's work on my library's shelves soon. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

American Vampire by Scott Snyder and Stephen King

I was eight years old the first

time I saw a moving picture.

Opening to American Vampire
by Scott Snyder and Stephen King
with art by Rafael  Alburquerque

I went down to the public library to get my fair share of  books.  There were many new books to choose from this time.  More than usual.  Maybe they just got their monthly shipment in, I thought.  I wanted something current, something popular, something that might attract some readers to Ready When You Are, C.B., lure in a few more followers.

Okay, that's a bit shallow, I admit.

There were three copies of Jonathan Franzen's new novel Freedom, which has been all over the web, on the shelf.  Read that one, I thought. You know you're dying to see if it's really as awful as everyone says it is. I felt a bit sorry for it--three copies on the shelf means there's no wait list for it at all.  I'm currently number 23 on the holds list for Jennifer Egan's new book Visit from the Goon Squad which has 13 holdable copies. Mr. Franzen really shouldn't have crossed Oprah.  Ms. Winfrey may have forgiven him, but it looks like the general reading public is still holding a grudge.

A few shelves away were two copies of Stephen King's graphic novel American Vampire.  I can read that in an hour, I thought.  I do need something to post a review about next week and it looks like it has a western theme judging from the cover.  It is Hop-a-log, Git-a-long, Read-a-long Western Reading Challenge month here at Ready When You Are, C.B.

So, I checked out American Vampire, took it home and read it in an hour.

There you are.

I'm counting that as my review.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

TSS: Post Rapture Edition

Image from the OB Rag
My grandmother believed she was living in the end times.  She was certain that she would see the rapture before she died.  She looked forward to it.  This made for interesting goodbyes when Christmas visits came to an end.

"We'll probably see each other in heaven before Easter comes."

A strange thing to say to a 12-year-old.  I think she meant to be comforting, but it put me under a lot of pressure.   Christ could return at any moment.  Will you be ready when the rapture comes?

Stuff like that can really mess you up.

During the last years of my grandmother's life her mental state deteriorated.  We stopped phoning her because as soon as she said hello she thought she'd been talking for a hour and would hang up.  "Hello, how are you. It was sure nice talking to you but I better let you go now."  It took the nurses considerable effort to get her over to the phone for these 30 second conversations.  She believed we called her every day and talked for hours.  It's uncomfortable to say this, but she was never happier or easier to be around than when she wasn't really all there.

She's been gone a while now, and still no rapture.

C.J. and I share the responsibility for yesterday's near rapture experience.  According to the church officials who predicted it, one of the major reasons for the rapture is the increasing acceptance of homosexuality.  Gay marriage will bring about the end of days.   Ask anyone.

When C.J. and I  married we were promised incredible disasters would result.  Earthquakes, wildfires, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, riots and revolution.  We took this as public acknowledgement of our love's incredible power.  It's been a bit of a disappointment so far.  All we really got was a collapse in home prices and prolonged unemployment.  That's been rough, but we were promised fire reigning down from the sky.

There is still hope.  Marriage equality is currently before the legislature in the state of New York.  Mayor Michael Bloomberg has been making special trips to Albany to lobby Republican legislators, hoping to win votes for a marriage equality bill coming up this month.

If he succeeds, the rapture is sure to follow.

Same time next year?



Meanwhile, in other news.....

I heard from my district officially this week; I'll be teaching at one of the remaining middle schools next year, probably sixth and seventh grade English and history again.  Now I that I know where I'll be and that the latest rapture is another dud, I can start planning for the fall.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Dakota's Favorites: Larousse Gastronomique by Prosper Montagne

Dakota's Favorite this week is by Sandy Nawrot at You've GOTTA Read This.  Sandy wrote this guest review for Wednesday Wonders which used to be regular feature here.  Wednesday Wonders featured books not typically read front to back, like cookbooks.  Larousse Gastronomique is one of Sandy's favorites.  I'm running this with the original introduction although Sandy is not a "relatively new blogger" anymore.  In fact, she has many more followers than I do, now.  (I'm not jealous at all, by the way.)  We've done many projects together since this one, but this was the first.



Today's Wednesday Wonder is a guest post from a relatively new blogger Sandy at You've Gotta Read This. Please stop by her site sometime.

Larousse Gastronomique by Prosper Montagne

When fellow blogger C.B. James asked me to review Larousse Gastronomique as one of his Wednesday Wonders, I instantly got sweaty palms. You see, reviewing my favorite culinary tome of all times could be likened to reviewing the Bible, or War and Peace. How to do it justice? But with a glass of Bordeaux in hand, I pledge to try.

In the spirit of the holidays and gift-giving, this is perfect timing. If you know someone that has a passion for cooking, and equally a passion for literature, look no further for the ultimate gift. Originally written in 1938 in the French language, with 8,500 recipes and over a thousand pages, Larousse is THE world authority on anything remotely related to the culinary arts. It is almost beyond comprehension that this much information could be contained in one book. In 1961, it was translated to English for the first time, which is the edition that I own, and is the picture shown at the left. I found this edition on eBay for less than $20, but trust me that it would be one of the first things I grabbed if my house caught on fire. I received the book with yellowed pages and large splatters on it (wine? sauce? blood?) which even made it more precious to me. Today, Larousse can be found in any superior restaurant and owned by any culinary expert worth his salt.

Larousse would officially be named an encyclopedia/cookbook. To describe it this way, however, is sacrilege. What subject of cooking do you dream of knowing more about? How about agaric fungi, its number of species, where to find them, which are edible, and how to prepare and with which sauce best complements its flavor? Maybe you need to know about alcoholism and all its forms, just to make sure you're OK. A bit of poetry, perhaps, by the French poet Berchoux who prefers to write about gastronomy. And what kind of French reference guide would it be without all things vino? You can take a trip through any of France's divisions and regions, Guyenne, Champagne, Provence, Marche, etc., learn about the culinary specialties of each, as well its wine production. Like eggs? Larousse has over 400 ways to prepare them. You want to butcher your own cow, pig or lamb, or at the very least understand all the cuts? Look no further. If you have any leftover parts, like a pig leg, you will have wonderful advice on how to make good use. Maybe you are a history buff, and would like to better appreciate the evolution of cooking over the ages, from prehistoric times through the present day. Nothing is missed in this little treasure.

One downside of Larousse, if I were pushed to come up with one, would be that it assumes the reader knows something about cooking. Recipes are not laid out in step-by-step detail like you might find in a common cookbook. I also feel that later editions (which you can find anywhere from Barnes and Noble to Williams Sonoma), each one just a little more modern and pristine, loses a little of that shameless passion that you see in the 1961 edition. And to me, that is what cooking is all about.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Man on the Balcony by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo

At a quarter to three the sun rose.
Opening to
The Man on the Balcony 
by Maj Sjowall and Per Waloo
translated from the Swedish
by Alan Blair

A serial murderer's latest crime has two unreliable witnesses, a three-year-old boy and a professional mugger.  There are no other clues.  The newspapers have the city's residents convinced a child killer hides behind every park bush.  Will Detective Martin Beck find a way to catch the killer before he can strike again?

Of course he will.  That's not really the point anyway.  Not with a police procedural like those pioneered by Swedish writers Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo.  Thomas at My Porch, who is not a fan of detective stories, recently described them aslittle too rat-a-tat-tat from one plot point to another.  I know just what he means, I agree completely, and that's why I love them.   There's comfort in knowing the detective will solve the crime by novel's end, even if a the killer does find a few more victims in the meantime.  By novel's end, we'll know all there is to know and justice will be served, or at least some  the law will be enforced.  This is part of what makes  detective novels escapist reading.


What makes detective novels literature is the window into societal concerns that they can provide.  The Man on the Balcony was written in 1968, a time when cultural revolution was in the air, even in Sweden.  Sexuality is suddenly everywhere you turn.  Old norms are being cast aside.  Is there still a place in society for innocence?

When we meet the killer, the man on the balcony, in the opening pages, he is watching a young girl leave her apartment building and enter a nearby park.  He is looking for innocent girls and the right opportunity.  Meantime, Detective Martin Beck is facing a word without innocence.  Just a few more pages into the novel Martin Beck is  confronted by a girl on the street.

He turned to look at the person who had accosted him. A girl in her early teens was standing beside him; she had lank fair hair and was wearing a short batik dress  She was barefoot and dirty and looked the same age as his own daughter. In her cupped right hand she was holding a strip of four photographs, which she let him catch a glimpse of.


It was easy to trace these pictures. The girl had gone into one of the automatic photo machines, knelt on the stool, pulled her dress up to her armpits and fed her coins into the slot.


The curtains of these photo cubicles had been shortened to knee height, but it didn't seem to have helped much. He glanced at the pictures; young girls these days developed earlier than they used to, he thought. And the little slobs never thought of wearing anything underneath either. All the same, the photos had not come out very well.

"Twenty-five kroner?" the child said hopefully.



This girl is just a few years older than the killer's victims are, but there is no trace of childhood innocence in her.   The city's residents will decry the murders that follow, will seek to protect the innocent girls in their neighborhood parks, but this girl a few years older but in need of just as much protection, will be left to find her own way in the world.  Not even Martin Beck will come to her rescue.  She's just a little slob who can't even take a good picture.

Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo, on the other hand, by placing this little scene in front of their larger story, have brought her to their readers attention in a way that is not at all comforting.  While Martin Beck will stop the serial killer, someone else will have to find a way to help the girl willing to sell herself for a few kroner.  She's the same age a Martin Beck's daughter, maybe the same age as the reader's too.  While more rareified literature engages in soul searching and navel gazing, the police procedural  stays firmly planted on the street. The reader seeks escape into a formulaic plot that will end with a crime solved, a criminal arrested, but our hopes have been undermined by a society that steals innocence even from the young who escape the killers hiding behind park bushes.  Not even Martin Beck can protect them.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Mamaw by Susan Dodd

The old woman--eighty if she's
a day--distorts perspective,
throws off scale.  She towers
over everything she stands
beside.  She knocks the world
away.

Opening to the prologue of
Mamaw by Susan Dodd

Pretend it's not a western.  Pretend it's historical fiction.

Imagine this story takes place in Ireland or South Africa instead of western Missouri.  A young woman marries a religious man who takes her away from home to start a new life.  The two raise several children on a hard-scrabble farm.  When he dies,  she re-marries, this time to a doctor.  More children are born.   Unable to continue living a life he feels is constantly hindered by a distant and unjust government, her favorite son becomes involved with a violent independence movement.  He later joins the army and fights on the losing side in a civil war.  Disillusioned and jaded, with no job-prospects he turns to a life of crime.  Before he can turn himself in, do his time and begin his live again, he is killed by one of his compatriots.   His mother is left to live the rest of her life with a reputation she had little hand in generating.

What makes this story a western?  

Would it be substantially different if it were a book about a woman with a son in the IRA instead of a book about the mother of Jesse James, Civil War veteran turned outlaw?

It's not a pretty story.  Certainly not along the Missouri-Kansas border at the time of the American Civil War.  I've a hard time deciding if there were any heroes in that particular struggle, but I'm certain Jesse James was not one of them.  So how does one approach a book about the woman who raised him, who loved him more than any of her other children and protected him when she could even though she knew her protection made more crimes possible, including murder?   To her credit, Ms. Dodd doesn't whitewash her story, as far as I can tell.  Her heroine loves her son, admires him, pushes him to action, protects him and his reputation as much as she can.  But even she reaches a point where she must simply refuse to look too closely at what her son has done.  In order to remain the mother she has always been she must make herself willfully ignorant of her son's crimes.  This is probably the healthiest choice she could have made.  Not the wisest or the best, but the only one that would work for her.

And Mamaw worked for me.  Whether it's a western or not, whether or not the question even matters, Mamaw is a fascinating book that took me into the life of someone I never expected to meet.



This is my first post for the Hop-a-long, Git-a-long, Read-a-long Western Reading Challenge.  I hope to have three more posts by the end of the month.  If you'd like to join in, you can still sign up here or you can just grab a western and start reading.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

TSS: Where Were You When the Web Went Out?

Inside the columbarium at the Chapel of the Chimes
designed by Julia Morgan
Did you survive the great Blogger outage of 2011?

I almost missed it.  I'm embarrassed to admit that after my post last week on comments, I wasn't around leaving actual comments much this week.  Nothing drastic happened.  At the start of the week  I decided to leave my laptop at school  for a couple of days, spend time reading books.  When I decided to take my laptop home, Blogger went down and the world went without comment for just over a day.

We should all get a free t-shirt or something.

I'd be angry and all, but Blogger is a free service, at least at the level I use it, so I'm not complaining.  Things are bound to go wrong now and then.  I did feel a little like I used to back when cable television was something new and went out for hours on end at least monthly.  Mooommmm, I'm bored!


Forget about May 21, where will you be August 23, 2011?


I've still no word on where I'll be teaching next year. It's getting towards the end of May and nobody seems to know anything.  There are plenty of rumors floating around my school; everyone thinks they know something, but the district has not announced anything yet.  I'm from the Show-Me State.  I want to see it in writing before I believe it's true. Normally, by this point in the year I'd have a file full of plans for next fall, but I don't know what, let alone where,  I'll be teaching.  I sort of collect teaching credentials, I have three, so the district could legally place me in any grade kindergarten through 12, any classroom  English, history or self-contained.  Who know where I'll end up.


Meantime, while my younger colleagues are already getting interviews elsewhere, I'm trying to decide which books should I smuggle home with me so I'll be sure to have them in my classroom come fall?  You're nuts if you think I trust the district to move the right ones to my new room wherever that will be.


Where will you be until the end of time?

You can see some book shaped urns
on the bottom shelves.
Yesterday, C.J. and I joined the Bay Area Ghost Hunters for a tour of Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, one of the oldest in the Bay Area.  (For the western part of America that means 150 years.  I know.)  Neither of us believe in the paranormal, so we kept mum whenever the subject came up because the tour group was made up of true believers, but we both had a great time.  Turns out Frank Norris who wrote The Octopus is buried there along with a pal of Jack London's who may have been the inspiration for a character or two in The Call of the Wild.

The real highlight for us was a stop in at The Chapel of the Chimes afterwards.  This chapel and columbarium were designed by Julia Morgan the architect who also designed most of Hearst Castle among many, many other homes and public buildings.   C.J. and I are both Julia Morgan fanboys.  I know we're supposed to prefer her contemporary, Frank Lloyd Wright, and he's very good, be our hearts belong to Julia.   Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings are very beautiful, and they did influence a great many architects, but his work always makes me want to sit up and pay attention.  Julia Morgan's buildings make me want to kick my shoes off and relax.  She's buried in her family's plot right up the hill from the Chapel of the Chimes.

Walking around the columbarium she designed was like walking around a wonderful old library,  one with lots of filtered lighting, maybe a Roman library with pools in the atriums.  The fact that most of the urns there are shaped like books adds to the library like feel of the place.  Did you know that your ashes can be kept inside a book?

I think that would be a fine place to end up.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Doghead by Morten Ramsland

Somewhere in Eastern Germany,

my grandfather Askild is
running across an open plain.

Opening to Doghead
by Morten Ramsland
translated from the Danish
by Tiina Nunnaly


A drunken man so frightens and embarrasses his  grand children that they vow revenge.  After some planning and a short wait for the perfect moment young Asger seizes his chance and pees into his grandfather's beer before serving it to him.

His sisters both laugh as they all watch their grandfather pick up his glass and take a healthy, full drink.  Unable to contain himself, Asger blurts out what his has done, victorious in his revenge.  Grandfather clutches his chest in pain and passes out leaving the children horrified with the thought that their revenge has killed their grandfather.

But though Doghead by Morten Ramsland deals with many serious issues, it is a comic novel.  Grandfather survives his grandson's revenge and continues to wreck havoc on his family for many years.

Doghead is a comic novel in the same vein of Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum.  Although Doghead  will produce many laughs,  just as in The Tin Drum  the laughs come with a pricetag.

As the book opens, the narrator's grandmother Bjork has begun sending him postcards.  Ten years earlier, Asger left the family home in Norway for the life of a painter in Amsterdam.  He thought he had escaped his family until his grandmother's stories began resurfacing.  Is what she tells him the truth?  It all goes against much of the family's accepted beliefs about itself and about Asger's grandfather.  For as long as any of them can remember they believed he was a war hero.  A survivor of Auschwitz who managed to find his own way back home after escaping, Grandfather Askild struggled to find work as a ship designer though no ship builder could ever understand his Cubist influenced designs.

Now, approaching her own end, Grandmother Bjork tells Asger that his grandfather was far from a war hero.  Instead he was a scoundrel who made a fortune on the black market before the Nazi's finally caught him for what was genuine criminal activity.  All his life he was a frustrated painter, incapable of putting the visions in his head onto canvas.  He abused his wife and his family, alienated the rest his own relatives and drank away most of the little money he did earn by trading off his reputation as a war hero and concentration camp survivor.

Asger tells his own story along with his father's and his grandfather's in an attempt to finally confront all of the family's long kept secrets and the childhood monster who has haunted him all his adult life, the monster he called Doghead.

The resulting novel is as serious as the above description probably sounds, but it's also very funny.  Mr. Ramsland has an inventive humor that walks right up to the border with magical realism found in The Tin Drum but never quite enters it.   The resulting novel is excellent, all the same.  Doghead has won several prizes in the author's native Denmark.  I look forward to more by Mr. Ramsland soon.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

TSS: Comments about Comments

Recently,  I published a review  I was particularly pleased with.  I can't say that I slaved over it, but I did put in more than the average amount of time.  I thought it had something original to say about the book and that I said it in an entertaining way.  So I posted the review to the blogosphere-- two days later only one comment.  Another day later-- a second comment.  Usually, I average 4 to 8 comments per post, but this was a review about a popular award winning book, and I worked so hard, and I had said such insightful things.  Or so I thought.

:-(

A few days later I posted a four things about myself meme and got 8 comments in no time at all.

I've been thinking about comments lately.  I think comments can be divided into two main groups.  The first group includes longer comments that make a thoughtful statement about the book reviewed, take issue with part of a review, add additional information or commentary to the discussion, things like that.  These tend to be one to three paragraphs in length occasionally longer.  You see comments like this on Farmlanebooks and at Zenleaf among other places.  People tend to leaves this sort of comment  if they have read the book, are familiar with the author or if a post goes off topic in a way they can relate to.

The second type of comment is a brief hello message.  "That sounds like a good book"  or "Nice post."  Just a quick sentence, maybe two.  These don't so much add to the discussion as they simply let people know that you've stopped by and read their review.   People tend to leave this sort of comment when they have not read the book.  Comments are like postcards; if you don't send any, you won't get any.

Both types of comments are great to get, but I wish Blogger had a better way to manage them.  Both Farmlanebooks and Zenleaf use other systems, so they can reply to individual comments in a  thread instead of leaving one omni-comment reply like we have to do in Blogger.   I  like how I can subscribe to comments at Zenleaf and just get replies to my comment.  Much of the time I disagree with Amanda over something and it's fun to see what she has to say about what I've said.  At Farmlanebooks I can only subscribe to receive all subsequent comments after mine.  Sometimes I do this, but Jackie gets lots of comments.  Lots and lots of comments.  While I do like seeing what other people have to say, I don't need to see all of the hello messages.  In the past I have had to delete over 30 email messages after subscribing to the comments at Farmlanebooks.  An embarrassment of riches that I'm a bit jealous of.  30 comments.  How great would that be.

If any programmers at Blogger stumble upon this post, please take notice.

There is a third type of comment, really a subgroup of the hello message which is the "Don't think I'd like this book" comment.   There is no reason why I should take a comment like that personally,  I have no vested interest in the success or failure of any of the books I review, other than wanting certain authors to succeed well enough to write more books, but when someone leaves a "Don't think I'd like this book," it stings a little.  If someone has read the book and offers up a critique  explaining why they didn't like it or what they think is wrong with it, great.  Game on.  But when someone takes the time to let me know that this book doesn't sound like their cup of tea, I find myself reaching for more than coffee.

I've also been thinking about comment security.  A few years ago Gautami Tripathy at Everything Distils into Reading did several posts against unnecessary typing.  I think she even made a button about it. She was trying to encourage people not to use the word verification function in their comments.  I went along with her at the time, and removed this function from my comments only to get more spam as a result.  Last year Blogger updated their spam filters and allowed users to set a time limit on unmoderated comments.  Since almost all of the comments I get come within the first three or four days, I turned on the spam filters and set comment moderation to begin after 48 hours.  I've not had a single spam comment get through since.   So, I'd like to encourage everyone on Blogger to go for it.  Stop unnecessary typing.  Set your commenters free. Turn word verification off.

A couple of the British book blogs I follow have started asking me to subscribe to comments via email.  I select yes I would like to subscribe to comments after I leave my own only to get an email asking me to verify this subscription later.  Since I only check my email once a day at most, this is an issue for me.  By the time I get around to the verification email, a day or two has gone by.  Is that level of comment security really necessary?

That's it.  I've been thinking about these comment issues for a month now.  Maybe this will get them all out of my system so I can move on to more important matters like whether or not I should change my background template again.

Thanks for listening.

And please feel free to leave a comment.




Now, the answer to last week's puzzler....

Great Books by "Great" Authors
  1. Charles Dickens   -   Great Expectations
  2. F. Scott Fitzgerald   -    The Great Gatsby
  3. Nicole Krauss   -   Great House
  4. Colum McCann   -    Let the Great World Spin
  5. Christopher Hitchens   -   God is not Great
  6. C.S. Lewis   -   The Great Divorace
  7. Robert Jordan   -   The Great Hunt
  8. Pat Conroy   -   The Great Santini
  9. John D. Fitzgerald   -   The Great Brain and it's sequals
  10. Sid Flieschman   -   By the Great Horned Spoon
  11. James Herriot   -   All Creatures Great and Small
  12. Ken Kesey   -   Sometimes a Great Notion
  13. Libba Bray   -   A Great and Terrible Beauty
  14. David McCollough   -   The Great Bridge
  15. Katherine Paterson   -   The Great Gilly Hopkins
  16. Hal Lindsey   -   The Late Great Planet Earth
  17. Elizabeth George   -   A Great Deliverance
  18. Judy Blume  -   Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great
  19. Roald Dahl   -   Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
  20. Michael Crichton   -   The Great Train Robbery

Saturday, May 7, 2011

After 61 Years Together, Time to Get Married.

The fight for equality in America goes on.  Currently, the legislature in New York is considering a bill that would grant people like Richard and John the right to marry.



To find out more go to www.FreedomToMarry.org.



Friday, May 6, 2011

Dakota's Favorites: The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing Traitor to the Nation by M.T. Anderson

Octavian Nothing never really took off.  The two books by M.T. Anderson won lots of awards, which the books deserve, but never generated much in the way of buzz.  Their subject is serious, slavery in America at the time of the revolution; there is no magic in either book.  They force the reader to look at parts of history we'd rather not remember.  But they are both wonderful books.   Read them.  Right now. 

I was raised in a gaunt house with a garden; my earliest recollections are of floating lights in the apple-trees.

The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing by M.T. Anderson is as interesting for its history as it is for its story. First the story. Octavian, a slave in colonial Boston, is raised by the philosophers at the Novanglian College of Lucidity. He is given the best of everything, professorial tutors, musical training, the fancy clothing and excellent food. He is bright, curious, a gifted student who believes his future holds the world open for him. He sees himself as a young prince, and his mother as a queen in exile from her homeland.

What he does not know, is that his teachers are raising him as part of a scientific study to determine if Africans have the same capabilities Europeans have. At first, his teachers are sympathetic; they support him, have genuine feelings for him, truly want to know the full extent of his capabilities. He shows great progress in the study of Latin, for example, when he is allowed to translate the stories of Ovid and Virgil. However, when the College of Lucidity falls on hard times, new owners take over, owners who want the college to prove that Africans are not as capable as Europeans. Octavian's Latin lessons are given over to a new tutor who presents him with dry essays that could not interest anyone and simply frustrate him, would do so even if he were not subjected to the harsh treatment and physical punishment his new masters deal out.

As the American Revolution approaches, the members of the college fear an outbreak of small pox and flee to the countryside where they hold a pox party. Honored guests are invited to stay on the estate for a few weeks and take an inoculation against small pox. The inoculations go terribly wrong, several people die as a result. At the same time Octavian faces the realization that he is now nothing more than a slave, the property of the college's new owners, and that if he is ever to be free and to live the life he was previously raised to live, then he must run away.

This is how volume one ends. I read it when it was first published in 2006 and have been waiting for two years for the second part to come out. I've had it on reserve at my local bookstore, Bookshop Benecia, since last October, one of the rare occasion when I cannot wait for either the library or the softcover edition. I decided to re-read volume one first so it would be fresh in my mind which is why I am now posting this review. It's a simply marvelous book. If you are not a reader of Young Adult fiction, just take the cover off and pretend it was written for grown-ups. You'll find it very difficult to put down.

If you're a lover of history, you'll find many rewards in Octavian Nothing. This story covers much of American history that does not get discussed very often. The rather strange experiments of the College of Lucidity are varied and very unusual, but typical of the time. The pox party itself is very eye-opening. Did you know that small pox inoculations were the occasion for celebrations? There is a large party, on the wild side, and then everyone is inoculated. This is not for the faint of heart either. No hypodermic needle is used, the conditions are not sanitary, the dangers are great. Afterwards, everyone is confined to bed while they suffer a reduced version of the disease, while their slaves work through their own illness taking care of their masters. Unless things go wrong, as they do in Octavian Nothing.


This is the story of a slave so the issue of slavery takes center stage. That the story takes place during the time of the American Revolution, a revolution fought in the name of liberty, adds a layer of complexity that is seldom dealt with as honestly as it is here. There is not an ounce of the romantic in Mr. Anderson's depiction of slavery. Even when the men at the college are vying for the attentions of Octavian's beautiful mother in the early parts of the book it is made clear to the reader what is really going on, and exactly what was at stake for slave women of the time. Once things take a turn for the worse for the college, the full horror of American slavery is made clear. The mask pictured on the cover was a real device; made of iron with a bit that was forced into the wearer's mouth. By the end of the first volume we begin to see that the American Revolution was a fight for freedom from the British but it was also, for some, a fight simply for freedom. The question American slaves had to ask themselves was not whose side were they on, but who was on their side.

What do you think? What is the longest amount of time you've waited for a book to be published?

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones

Everyone called him Pop Eye.
Opening to Mister Pip 
by Lloyd Jones

There should be a designated sub-genre for books about books, a German word for it at least.  Like Bildungsroman.  Our new "German word" novel will be defined as a work of fiction where-in the reading of a particular book figures heavily as a plot element or forms a part of the overall narrative structure.

In Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones the love of literature can change your life, save your life, or cost you your life.  An entire village is destroyed because of one classic novel.  The power of literature.

Matilda, the narrator, lives with her mother in their village on one of the Solomon Islands during the 1980's, a time of civil war.  The women and children who remain at home while most of the village men have gone off to find work or to fight in the war are isolated from world events and most of the modernity.  They have little knowledge of anything beyond their own village.  Until Mr. Watts, a white man who married one of the village girls when she went away to college, takes over the teaching duties in the village school.  He brings some knowledge of math and science and a battered copy of Charles Dicken's novel, Great Expectations.  He reads one chapter a day to the students, stopping to explain the words and the world of Dicken's England as he goes.  The children are enthralled.  So much so, that Matilda's mother begins to fear she is losing her daughter to the stories of Mister Pip.

What begins as an amusing, charming story, in spite of its civil war setting, takes a turn for the violent when soldiers arrive.  I cannot go further without risking a spoiler except to say that identity will play a key role in the rest of the novel, just as it did in Great Expectations.

Which brings me back to the issue raised in the opening above.  If we can find the correct "German word" to go with our definition, we'll need to come up with a set of exemplars, characteristics that help us evaluate how good a "German word" novel Mister Pip is.   I'm going to argue that it's quite good.  On the surface, Great Expectations teaches Matilda a lesson about taking charge of one's own destiny, about the possibility of becoming someone new, someone you choose to be.  Mr. Watts has done this himself by moving to the island village just as Pip did it by moving to London in Great Expectations.  Matilda will make her own attempt in the closing pages of the novel.

But closer inspection of Mister Pip reveals a much greater depth of connection with Great Expectations.  An excellent "German word" novel must do more than simply feature a character who reads and is moved by classic literature.  It must integrate classic literature into itself.  Mister Pip is full of connections with Great Expectations.  The more I look the more I find.  Each novel opens with a brief dissertation on how a main character came to have his unusual name.  Both novels deal with people who try to leave their early upbringing behind them.  Both novels feature a mother figure who tries to use a 'daughter' to get revenge on a man.  Both mother figures die by violence.  Miss Havisham dies from the burns she suffered when her wedding dress caught fire while Matilda's mother is the cause of her village's destruction by fire.  In both cases, each women brings about tragedy through their own stubborn behavior.  Matilda's mother and Miss Havisham share the same character.  I could argue that Matilda's mother is one part Miss Havisham and one part Mrs. Gargery, Pip's hardened older sister who raises him 'by hand.'  Both novels feature education throughout many chapters and in both education will alienate the protagonists from family members they love.  Both feature protagonists who must conceal the identity of a strange man who wants to help them.  Both feature an attempt to escape the authorities by boat in their closing chapters and both attempts end with the same result.

If a good "German word" novel reflects the classic literature its characters read within its own plot structure, then Mister Pip is a very good "German word" novel.

Now if the Germans will just come up with the right word.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Triple Choice Follows Four Things

Just in case you didn't stop by Reading Matters today....

I'm pleased to say I was the guest blogger for Triple Choice Tuesday.  You can read my selections here.  If you're not a regular reader of Kimbofo's wonderful book blog, give her a visit.  

Monday, May 2, 2011

Four Things

Four square is still all the rage
with my 6th graders.


I haven't done a meme in quite some time, but since both Thomas at My Porch and Ted at BookeyWookey did this one I thought I'd join in.   I'm going along with most of the changes Thomas made to the original lists. My own changes are in italics.

Here are my four things.



This is very like the switchboard I ran 

from 11:00 p.m. until 7:00 a.m. four
nights a week.  My first class was
at 8:30 in the morning.  
Four Jobs I Did to Help Pay for College I Have Had in My Life:
  1. Photocopy machine operator in the university library copy center.
  2. Graveyard shifts at a telephone answering service.  (I'm really old.)
  3. Turning down beds and leaving little mints on the pillows at a boutique hotel.
  4. Running a high school computer lab.
Four Books Movies I Would Read Have Seen Over and Over Again:
  1. Dark City
  2. Casablanca
  3. West Side Story
  4. The Good, The Bad and the Ugly
Four Places (other than San Francisco) I Have Lived:
  1. Town of Ross in Marin County
  2. Chula Vista, California
  3. St. Louis, Missouri
  4. Pensacola, Florida
Four Books from the Modern Library Top 100 List that you probably haven't considered reading that I Would Recommend:
  1. High Wind in Jamaica by Richard Hughes
  2. Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth
  3. The Day of the Locust by Nathaniel West
  4. Kim by Rudyard Kipling
Four Places I Have Been (that I would love to go back to.)
  1. Porto, Portugal
  2. Dresden, Germany
  3. New York City, USA
  4. Santa Fe, New Mexico
Four of My Favorite  Foods:
Papusas are a tortilla stuffed with cheese,
and meat.  They are from El Salvador and
and are traditionally served with Cole Slaw.
I don't know why.
  1. Papusas with cole slaw
  2. Savory scones from Blue State Coffee in New Haven, CT
  3. Al pastor burritos
  4. Home made biscotti
Four of My Favorite Drinks (from back in college): 
  1. Long Island Iced-Teas
  2. Blue Moons
  3. Gin and Tonics
  4. White Russians
Four Places I have been before and Would Rather Be Right Now:
  1. Having cannoli at Rocco's in New York City
  2. Touring art galleries on Canyon Road in Santa Fe
  3. Enjoying the sun at the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris
  4. Watching experimental performance art in Berlin
Four Things That Are Very Special in My Life besides friends and family:
  1. Paul
  2. Dakota
  3. My students
  4. Time to read

Sunday, May 1, 2011

TSS: Great Books by "Great" Authors

I got my hair cut yesterday after waiting much longer than I was told I would have to.  Why is that the while the barber I use has a clientelle that runs 80% male, the magazines in the waiting area are almost all targeted to women?  As I waited my turn in the barber chair,  I started thinking of all the 'great' books I have read.  So for today's Sunday Salon I thought why not a little game?

How many 'great' books  by these 'great' authors can you name?  Each title must contain the word 'great.'

Answer in the comments, but please list only your personal total and one author/title per comment so that others can play along.  There's no prize or anything.  Just a moment of fun and bragging rights to anyone who wants them.  I'll put up a list of answers next week.

  1. Charles Dickens
  2. F. Scott Fitzgerald
  3. Nicole Krauss
  4. Colum McCann
  5. Christopher Hitchens
  6. C.S. Lewis
  7. Robert Jordan
  8. Pat Conroy
  9. John D. Fitzgerald
  10. Sid Flieschman
  11. James Herriot
  12. Ken Kesey
  13. Libba Bray
  14. David McCollough
  15. Katherine Paterson
  16. Hal Lindsey
  17. Elizabeth George
  18. Judy Blume
  19. Roald Dahl
  20. Michael Crichton
Happy Sunday Salon to all.  And next time you visit your local barber, remember to take along something to read.



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