Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Monday, November 7, 2016

Day 7: Your book report is due next Friday

Recently a Facebook friend posted a scheme for getting people to send a favorite book to someone and then receive a bunch of books in return. It's kind of like a chain letter, only you don't have to send 15 recipes for your grandmother's sour cream raisin pie to a bunch of a friend's friends and hope to get back 150 recipes for yourself. For the book thing, I just had to send a copy of my favorite book to a friend of my Facebook friend. Then I had to post on Facebook asking people to do the same thing, give them my friend's name and address to send books to, and tell them to post on Facbook and give their friends my name. It sounds more convoluted than it is. I almost said no, but then I thought, What the fuck? I could get some good books. And all I have to do is send one out. Even if I don't get any, that's a fun thing to do. And so I did it. I posted on Facebook and drew my own group of suckers  participants in.

Unfortunately one of my Facebook friends started a row about it being a pyramid scheme, so not as many people signed up as I'd hoped. And of those, a couple declined to do it, although they did go ahead and send books to my friend, and one of them even sent a book to me! And it's The Glass Castle, a book I love, so bonus. I've already broken even. I don't think I'll get a ton of books, but I'm OK however it turns out.

Thinking about favorite books made me think about sharing some of mine here, and this seemed like a good time to do it. Before we know it the election results will be in and all our Facebook feeds and Twitters and blogs and podcasts will calm down, and we won't know what to do with ourselves. I'm not suggesting that the hard work of making our country even better will ever be done, but maybe later this week will be a good time to dial back the deadening effect of Netflix and the social media noise (except for this blog, of course), make a cup of hot tea and pour a glass of wine (we'll need both, trust me), tear open a big bar of good dark chocolate, pop some popcorn with lots of butter, and cuddle up under a soft blanket on the couch with a good, thought-provoking novel. What better way to greet the darkening days of winter?


To help you along, I choose the last three 5-star books from my read (that's past tense) shelf on Goodreads. I was surprised how relevant all three novels are to the turmoil we are facing in this country. I don't go for political novels as a rule, so these aren't that tired topic. They are simply literature, stories created by three of the finest authors of our day.

I would love for you to read them, but I would also love to hear what you think of them. So book reports are due whenever you like, but please let me know if you read one or all of them.

1. Sue Monk Kidd's historical novel The Invention of Wings tells the story of abolitionist and early suffragette Sarah Grimke and her slave, Hetty (Handful) Grimke, who was given to Sarah on her 11th birthday to be her handmaid. Told in alternating viewpoints, it's an unflinching, brutal portrayal of slavery in pre-Civil War North Carolina and of the courageous men and women who stood up to it. Although I had trouble putting it down, it's a difficult book to read. And it's disheartening to realize how firmly entrenched the racism and the sexism of those days are still today. Even though the events in the story happened 200 years ago, the battle for equality for people of all race and sexes is still relevant now.

If you read and loved Sue Monk Kidd's other best-seller, The Secret Life of Bees, you're probably already a fan. The Invention of Wings will not disappoint.

2. You may already have read American Gods by Neil Gaiman, but you could always read it again. In it, Gaiman tells the story of Shadow, who gets out of prison only to find himself in the employment of an old god named Wednesday, who is engaged in a conflict with the newer gods .... You know what? You have to read it. It's a road-trip novel, and Gaiman actually traveled the same roads all over the country while he was writing it, so the authenticity is spot on. And it's a modern fable that pulls together myths from many cultures and puts them in a modern context where they have to exist together. It's another book that's hard to put down. Classic Gaiman.

At the heart of the American Gods is the journey and the ultimate battle, but in between is the idea of these gods -- these many many gods -- struggling to stay alive and relevant after they've been created by humans in their own image. This book too is not a light read, but it's a brilliant and fresh mix of the many gods of both our precious and forgotten myths. It's 15 years old, but it reads like a classic. More high schools should assign this book in place of .... oh, let's say The Great Gatsby. It truly is a classic in its time.

3. Finally, I want to recommend Pulitzer Prize finalist Louise Erdrich's book LaRose. If you haven't read any of Erdrich's other books, why the hell not? She's a member of an Ojibwe (Chippewa) tribe on her mother's side, and she's the most famous, award-winning Native American novelists of our time. Probably ever. I became a fan when I was assigned her Pulitzer Prize finalist novel A Plague of Doves in grad school, and I've read all of her books since.

I can't say, because I've never lived on a reservation, whether her books actually are authentic, but to this outsider to the culture, they sure read as authentic. LaRose starts with a man accidentally killing his best friend's 5-year-old son, who is also his wife's nephew. Yeah, that hits a little close to home. In the tradition of their people, the man and his wife give the bereaved parents their own son of the same age, LaRose, to replace the dead child. Let that sink in.

Erdrich mingles stories from the lives of earlier family members named LaRose, as well as those of other characters whose lives are intertwined as they can only be in a small town. From the frontier to the reservation schools to modern-day reservation life, Erdrich weaves their various stories seamlessly before she leads us to an ending almost as shocking as the shooting at the beginning.

With the conflict at Standing Rock reservation still unresolved as I write this, Erdrich's stories bring us an authentic, tense glimpse into Native American culture that hits on the very core of the battles these people fight yet today. Read this book or any of her other books, and I guarantee you'll want to read the rest.

That's it. Three great books you need to read instead of compulsively scrolling through Facebook raising your blood pressure. None of them are fluffy, humorous reads. But through these stories and these fictional characters (except Sarah Grimke, who was real), we can come to a better understanding of another time, another culture, another point of view. That's what a good writer does for us, and these are some of the best writers out there.

And now that I've told you my last 3 favorite books, what are some of yours? What have you read lately that made you see the world in a different way? Which book would you send if you had to send a stranger your favorite book?

Tomorrow is a big day. Make sure you VOTE!


Sunday, July 31, 2016

Day 31: If we were sharing a box of wine on my porch



Tonight is the last night of July, and I'm pretty happy that I managed to only miss 2 days this month. I'll make those up, of course, because my OCD insists on it. Coraline has written -- or at least inspired -- some of the most popular posts this month. One of the reasons I haven't been blogging as much is because I thought my life as a single grandmother might not be nearly as interesting as my life as a single woman living alone was, but apparently I was wrong. I intend to encourage Coraline to start her own blog as soon as she can write.

As always, I appreciate everyone who comes here to read and stays until the end of the post. Blogging experts advise choosing a topic for a blog and then sticking to the damn thing in each and every post. Other rules include posting consistently and keeping posts short so readers don't have to scroll. I'm pretty sure my batting average wouldn't get me into Little League, must less the pros. My rule is I do what I want, and you all get what you paid for.

All kidding aside, I, my ego, and my Muse Dolores do sincerely thank you for reading.

And now, on to tonight's random, rambling one-sided conversation which really would not happen if we were sharing a box of wine for realz. I would let you talk sometimes, especially if you wanted to ask me something about myself. That's if, OC, we were sitting on my front porch sharing a box of wine. (It's OK if you drink something else as long as you bring potato chips and chocolate to share.)

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If we were sharing a box of wine, I would counsel you that experience tells me cucumber slices are a poor substitute for potato chips no matter how much salt you put on them.

If we were sharing a box of wine, I would tell you I've decided to stop checking out books at the library. And that's significant because between the 2 of us, Coraline and I always have at least 50 books and videos checked out. It's obscene really, but they let me take them for free, and so I get greedy. I've decided though that I really need to read the books I own, both hard copy and on my Kindle, instead of putting the library books first and never getting to the ones on my personal shelves.

The other day I took back a full bag of books so heavy I could barely carry it. I kept only one book, the latest by Louise Erdrich, titled LaRose. I'll still check out DVD's, but no more books for a while. I feel lighter already. I'm going to get rid of a lot more books in August too. It's not right that I should feel so weighted down by paper and words. Sometimes I think I'd like to live in a hotel and just visit my house.

If we were sharing a box of wine,  I'd tell you about the play I'm in, titled Semple Gifts. It's a play about Aimee Semple McPherson, who had a crazy interesting Pentecostal life. I'm playing one of the lead roles, so I'm glad it's reader's theatre so I don't have to memorize a long script. Apparently someone else was cast in my role, and she wasn't very reliable and quit or something. I don't know for sure. I said yes when the playwright/director asked me, because I miss theatre so much. I think it's going to be good. The music is fun, and I learned a lot about a pretty influential woman in American 20th-century history. We would raise a glass and toast Aimee, and the irony would not escape us, because she was probably against drinking, at least on paper.

If we were sharing a box of wine, I'd tell you every time I have a birthday, I feel like I become more and more transparent, and someday I will become utterly invisible. I'm finally tempted to lie about my age, and I hate that. So vain. Only a couple of people really give a shit about my age, and that says more about them than it does me. You would try to reassure me, but I'm a realist. I would appreciate that you tried though, and then we would probably end up talking about dating -- which I'm not going to do here.

If we were sharing a box of wine, I would tell you I sometimes buy the best presents! Coraline's favorite birthday present from me was definitely her magenta Kindle Fire that came with Amazon's Freetime. That means  she has access to hundreds of books, movies and games free for a year. Her addiction was immediate. And scary to me.

But I think the best gift I gave her was 8 cans of shaving cream. Often after I've finished my shower I'll call her in and wash her hair. Then I'll give her a big pile of shaving cream to play with and she'll stay in the shower running up my water bill for a while. So I gave her her own shaving cream so she could play with it out on the glass-topped patio table.


She had a ball. I had to get my hands in there too, and it felt so cool -- smooth and squishy. Eventually though, she had to come in for dinner, and by then she was covered in foam from her forehead to her feet. I had to spray it off with the garden hose. I thought the cool water would feel good on such a hot day, but she started whining. "What is the big deal?" I said. "It's only water."

"It's not that," she whined. "You got my clothes wet, and dark pink just isn't my color. I need to get these off."

1st world problems.

If we were sharing a box of wine, I'd tell you I have such shitty luck with gardens.  My community garden plot is in a new bed that sits right under a tree. Not only that, the soil is loaded with weed seeds that grow like fucking tribbles, That's my plot there. Not the one you can see. The one on the other side of the tree.

My garden in my yard suffers from the same fate. Too much shade from the neighbors' trees on either side. The neighbor to the north is growing a massive patch of poison ivy up the trunk of said huge tree while my poor tomatoes are pale and sickly looking. I think I should probably give up and put my energy elsewhere next year. Coraline thinks we should just grow raspberries, and let people pick as much as they want. I'm not sure that's the answer either.

If we were sharing a box of wine, we would laugh about this. Because we either need to laugh or run screaming from this country in terror.




If we were sharing a box of wine, it would be empty and I'd mention that it's after 3:00, so I should get to bed. Feel free to crash in the guest room. I'll open some windows and turn on a fan.

What would you tell me if we were sharing a box of wine?