Thursday, October 29, 2009

Lovesong Of The Library Loot


It would have been the perfect semester -- for a couple of weeks in September on Mondays and Tuesdays, I was in building "H" which is also home to the campus bakery. What a great way to start the week -- walking in the building and being overcome by that lovely smell, that bread perfume that comes wafting up from that first floor room where culinary alchemy is performed almost hourly. Then, on Thursdays and Fridays -- the library and my beloved 800s and 900s and the amiable self-checkout machine just one floor below my classroom. Life doesn't get much better than that.

Sadly, I lost the bakery building early on. It was too far from the building where I teach the hour before, so the office made up a new classroom schedule. Goodbye, bakery building, I hardly knew ye. But if I had to give up a building, it was easier to give up bakery smells than the book dust smell of my library.

Although I inhaled with great appreciation today, I left with only one book: Reading In The Dark: Using Film As A Tool In The English Classroom by John Golden. I love reading. I love movies. I love reading about movies, and I love all of that slapped onto a sesame seed pedagogical bun. Skimming through this book, I'm enjoying the movies and stories that Golden has picked out to discuss, and I plan to adapt his prediction/reaction charts for my own classes.

Thanks again, library.
I love you.
Smell ya later.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Readathon Wrap-Up

1. Which hour was most daunting for you? In the 8th hour, I was overpowered by that effing jerk, Mr. Sandman. "Bring me a dream." Yeah, right. My ass. The creep held me hostage for 4 hours. I finally got away from him. He pulled some crap again in Hour 19, but I was too strong for him.

2. Could you list some high-interest books that you think could keep a reader engaged? Three words: Linda Sue Park. She's my author-crush of the moment. Yes, she's YA, but don't turn up your nose. Readers of all ages could learn a lot about Korean culture and get good stories in the bargain.

3. Suggestions to improve the Readathon? This is unreasonable, but I'll try anyway: Could we do a 'thon one time in which other continents (like Asia, for example) get a good night's sleep and start in the morning and North America starts at night? Okay, I'll stop whining now.

4. What do you think worked well in the Readathon? The cheerleaders were well-organized.

5. How many books did you read? 3 and 55.3% of a fourth one.

6. What were they?
When My Name Was Keoko - Linda Sue Park
Yang The Youngest and His Terrible Ear - Lensey Namioka
Persepolis 2 - Marjane Satrapi
Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously - Julie Powell

7. Which book did you enjoy the most? Park's my crush, but Satrapi is mesmerizing. I was pleased to discover Namioka's book is part of a series about the Yang family.

8. Which book did you enjoy the least? I lovehate and hatelove Julie and Julia. Her style irritates me, but not so much that I can stop reading. I'm 68% of the way through it now and I'm dying to see the movie, sad to say.

9. If you were a cheerleader, what advice do you have? Try to read people's blogs and leave a personal comment. Or, find a gimmick like Softdrink did with her parodies of songs. I'm still LOL at her rewrite of "Let's Do The Time Warp Again". And, as always, pep talk is wonderful.

10. How likely are you to participate in the Readathon again? 94% likely. October to April is a difficult time for me because there's no Readathons or major league baseball. By the time winter's over, I'm so very ready for both.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Readathon: Hour 24 Gone Baby Gone

Pages read: 17
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: a handful of sunflower seeds and the last swallow of Coke in a 500 ml bottle

Grand totals: (which really aren't that grand, but oh well...)
Books read: 3, and slightly over 55% of a fourth one
Pages read: 677
Hours slept: 4 hours and 10 minutes
Regrets: Should've eaten the other half of that Twirl bar

See you in April and we'll go back, Jack, do it again.

Readathon: Hour 23

Pages read: 30
Blogs visited: 2
Snacks: 10 Zek crackers (almost the same as Ritz crackers)

I'm really trying like hell to block out the chick-lit side of Julie and Julia, but it's getting progressively harder as the clock hands scrape their way around in those last minutes before the Readathon ends.
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Julie's about to have an encounter with lobsters, so I'll read a few more pages then tally up my page and book totals in a final post.

Readathon: Hour 22

Pages read: 25
Blogs visited: 3
Snacks: bottled water and a handful of sunflower seeds

In spite of her annoying tendencies, I do like Julie Powell. She's plucky regarding her cooking project, but she's willing to admit when she can't go the distance with Julia's directions. I also like her salty sense of humor. Her blog audience is starting to become more and more vocal. They dug their heels in when Powell attempted Poached Eggs in Aspic -- it's like gelatin made from calves' feet. There were 9 aspic recipes in all in Julia Child's cookbook, and her readers actually begged her not to try the others. Bon Appetit. Not.
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I'll have to read My Life In France to find out exactly how and where Julia Child found the recipes that went into her masterwork. Poached Eggs In Aspic definitely has a medieval feel to it.

Readathon: Hour 21

Pages read: 13
Blogs visited: 8
Snack: a 2-inch square of Hershey's Chocolate with Almonds

Julie Powell has shifted away from her friends and family and started discussing Samuel Pepys, whose diary I mean to read one day. She's speculating how his diary might have been different if he'd been a blogger. Meanwhile, she's writing about a couple of dinner parties that she gave using Julia Child's recipes, and detailing them in her jumbly fashion.

Readathon: Hour 20

Pages Read: 11
Blogs visited: Oh shit, I forgot to keep count!
Snack: A highly-seasoned wurst dipped in mustard

Still reading Julie and Julia. I've settled into Julie Powell's writing style, but things still irritate me. This particular chapter starts with Julie sitting with a broken foot, swollen and discolored, but I've been reading for two pages now and I still have no idea how she broke it. Nope, we're off on a tangent about her commitment-phobe best friend from college. The mini-chapters in 1944 Ceylon with Paul Child and Julie McWilliams (who will one day become Julia Child) are so neat and tidy and leave the reader wanting more. Whimper.

Readathon: Hour 19

Pages read: 20
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: finished off the aforementioned glass of Coke with lots of chipped ice

I read a few pages of Julie and Julia. That book is just all over the place. She can write and she can do funny, but there's too much of everything about her life. She needed an editor with wit and style to pare down her prose.

Close call -- I put the book over my face for a moment to think about how Maxwell Perkins might edit it. Suddenly, I heard this horrible sound like a 120-year-old woman with respiratory distress. It was me, snoring. It seemed like a good time to get up and visit the computer.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Readathon: Hour 18

Pages read: 0
Blogs visited: 3
Snacks: Coke with lots of chipped ice

I took a walk down to the convenience store to get another small bottle of Coke. The weather is perfect and the fresh air is like perfume. I wandered there and back in a leisurely way, soaking in everything. I stopped and watched some of the teachers playing horseshoes. I decided to go back to reading Julie and Julia.

Readathon: Hour 17

Pages read: 0
Blogs visited: 15
Snack: Nachos

I want to go back to reading, but don't know which book....go back to Julie and Julia or start with something different? I'm frowning at my book stack. No, that sounds a little reproachful. I'm gazing thoughtfully at my book stack. Yes, that's better.

Readathon: Hour 16

Pages read: 66
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: 1 cup of red ginseng tea

I finished Persepolis 2. Now I'm going to cruise some blogs and see who's awake.

Readathon: Hour 15

Pages read: 0
Blogs visited: 18
Snacks: bottled water

I've been blog-hopping during this hour and enjoying it immensely, but I'm going to go back to Persepolis 2.

Readathon: Hour 14

Pages read: 78
Blogs visited: 5
Snacks: bottled water

I'm still reading Persepolis 2. It's engrossing. I love Satrapi's artwork. Many thanks to my son for buying this for me. He's such a completist -- he couldn't stand it that I had the first volume but was dragging my feet about buying the sequel.

Readathon: Hour 13

Pages read: 25
Blogs visited: 10
Snacks: Cinnamon toast, 2 slices

I'm reading Persepolis 2 by Marjane Satrapi. Maybe it's the food, maybe it's the reading, but I feel like I'm back on an even keel now.

Readathon: Hour 12

Pages read: 0
Blogs visited: 16
Snacks: Sipping a bottle of water and thinking about toast with butter and jam.

I feel fresher since my nap, but slightly off-kilter, like I've lost the rhythm. Oh well...I've got 12 more hours to find it again.

Readathon: zzzzzzzzzzz

I fell asleep for a while, but I'm back now. My Tough & Cool Inner Bookworm is crimson with embarrassment.

Readathon: Hour 7

Pages Read: 23
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: 0

Julie and Julia has gotten off the ground. More of her writing is about food. I'm staying with it, but I wonder if I should've just read My Life In France instead. Or as a prerequisite.

I probably need a break from reading books. That's why I signed up for cheerleading as well. One more hour and I'll haul out the pom-poms and shake off the dust.

Readathon: Hour 6

Pages read: 33
Blogs visited: 1
Snacks: 0

Julie Powell is bright, chatty and likeable, but she seems to be having trouble figuring out the *real* start of her Julia Child Cookbook Project. Did it start the evening she decided to make Potage Parmentier? Did it start when she visited her family in Austin and made off with her mom's copy of Mastering The Art of French Cooking? Did it start when her husband Eric told her she was a good cook and that she should either go to culinary school or start a blog? Or did it all start back when she was a teenager who was simultaneously obsessed with The Joy of Sex and Julia Child's tome? Let's get the party started, Julie. I'm not really interested in your pubescent fantasies about Jason Bateman or particularly intrigued that you and your husband like Buffy; I just want you to start cooking.

Please don't get the impression that I've gone cranky so early in the Readathon, because something fun is happening: I so rarely have what Jessica calls "daisy chains" in which motifs seem to repeat in everything I read, but it's happening tonight on O this magic night. I've got the Korean connection going on! My first selection for the night was set in Korea. In my second selection, Yang gets seated next to an Asian-American girl and starts speaking Chinese to her. She replies that she doesn't understand Japanese and that she is Korean. Julie Powell picked up her ingredients for Potage Parmentier in a Korean deli. Asssa!

Readathon: Hour 5

Pages read: 119
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: 2 small steamed sweet potatoes w/ butter

I finished Yang the Youngest and His Terrible Ear this hour. Author Lensey Namioka manages to touch on several serious topics (diversity, family expectations, prejudice...) in this children's book without being heavy-handed. I really enjoyed the wry humor she used for the youngest Yang to narrate his story. This is part of a series about each of the Yang children adjusting to life in Seattle after their violinist father moved the family there from Shanghai.

What to read next? I feel like I need to switch gears completely. I'll probably start Julie and Julia and see how that goes.

Readathon: Hour 4

Pages read: 15
Blogs visited: 10
Snacks: 0

For my second book, I decided to go with something light and amusing and once again from the younger readers' pile: Yang the Youngest and His Terrible Ear by Lensey Namioka. I've just finished the first chapter.

I'm really impressed at how everyone is coming along with reading and challenges. The hours are flying right by.

Readathon: Hour 3

Pages read: 94
Blogs visited: 0
Snacks: 0

Finished When My Name Was Keoko. This novel is darker and more dramatic than the other two novels I've read by Linda Sue Park. It's geared more towards YA readers. There's a well-written "Author's Note" at the end of the book which goes more into detail about some of the characters and events touched on in the novel as well as an excellent bibliography.

I'm going to round out the rest of this hour by visiting some other readers and see how they're doing.

Readathon: Hour 2

Pages read: 55
Blogs visited: 4

Snacks: A glass of Coke with a large amount of chipped ice. Refreshing.

I'm so pleased that Shanna, Myza and I are in this Readathon together. We're all past and present members of BOOKLEAVES.

Back to When My Name Was Keoko. Hoping to finish it during this hour. I recommend this novel for anyone -- children and adults alike. Another great read that deals with the same subject matter is Lost Names by Richard Kim.

Readathon: Hour 1

Pages read: 50
Blogs visited: 3

I'm trying to read 101 books this year. When My Name Was Keoko, which I started last hour, is my 86th book. If I can read everything in my Readathon pile during the next 24 hours, I'll make my goal and the rest of the year will be a cakewalk. Umm, cake...why didn't I put that in my snack pile?

Linda Sue Park is such a good writer. I'm so lucky to be reading her books while I'm living in Korea. I credit her with getting me interested in children's literature again. Maybe someday, she'll visit Korea and I'll get to meet her and tell her how much I enjoy her work.

Get It On, Bang A Gong, Readathon

Twelve minutes to go. I'm writing an introductory post while waiting for the clock hands to pirouette their way up to the appointed hour.

I'm starting with this book: When My Name Was Keoko by Linda Sue Park. Chapter one, page one...or whichever page has been designated as the start page. Quick peek...yes, it's page one. Good.

Snack choice: Sunflower seeds and a bottle of water. There's a Coke in the fridge beckoning me to drink it with some chipped ice, and half of a Twirl bar sending out its own siren song, but I'm going to try and hold off from those treats until the wee hours. Have you ever eaten a Twirl? This is chocolate. This is what Hershey's wishes they could do. I need to look into moving to England. An assortment of thanks and curses to Val for introducing me to this little bit of perfection and getting me started on another obsession

Okay, it's about that time. Happy reading to all 300+ of us. I wish Dewey were here as well.
See you in an hour.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Library Loot: Stocking Up For The Readathon

I hadn't visited the fiction section of my library in several weeks, so when I got there yesterday, new delights were busting out all over. Reader, I grabbed.

The Borrowers - Mary Norton. I'm plugging a gap in my childhood reading.

Yang The Youngest and His Terrible Ear - Lensey Namioka. Youngest Brother Yang has to deal with his parents' expectations and the experience of moving from China to the United States.

Fox Girl - Nora Okja Keller. A serious look at half-Korean teenagers living near an American military base whose fathers were American GIs, long since gone. Keller also wrote Comfort Women, a novel that BOOKLEAVES read a couple of years ago.

A Step From Heaven - An Na. A semi-autobiographical YA novel about emigrating from Korea to the United States. The novel follows the main character from age 4 until she leaves for college.

Drums Under The Windows - Sean O'Casey. I thought this 1946 book was a novel when I pulled it off the shelf. After I got it home, I discovered that this is the third volume in the Irish playwright's 6-volume autobiography. Not sure about reading this one -- I don't like to start in the middle. We'll see how it goes.

Readathon: Bring it on! Now that I've got my book situation sorted, I'm going shopping for my snacks today. I might even work in a haircut for the occasion. Meanwhile, my 3 St. Louis Cardinals t-shirts (my team let me down during the playoffs, but I still love them) have been washed and are hanging on the drying rack. Go Team Bookworm.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Dreaming In Literature: Wait, I Know That Rat!


My friend and colleague Becka and I were walking home from the university. We were enjoying the warm autumn afternoon, the blue sky and the varicolored leaves on the trees surrounding us. We were both glad that it wasn't summer anymore with the oppressive heat and rats running like crazy all over the apartment complex.

Right on cue, a rat ran in front of us. After that first involuntary exclamation of disgust, we noticed something odd about this rat. He seemed familiar.

Becka was worried. "There's something wrong with him." She bent down for a closer look. The rat was just sitting there looking up at us. "He's got a tumor on his..." I looked in the direction she was pointing. Until that moment, it had never occurred to me that rats have uh, male equipment, but this one did. I also saw the tumor, oozy and sore-looking. I trusted Becka. Her first degree was something in science.

"He's a vertebrate, which means he's not as interesting as an invertebrate, but we've got to help him," Becka told me. "That tumor looks bad. He could die."

I nodded. I was still shuddering, but not as much as usual when I encountered rats or mice. Why not? And why was I all for helping this rat get a tumor lopped off of his johnson so that he could go forth and breed with impunity? Something wasn't adding up.

Then it hit me. OMG. Wait, I know that rat. "Yes, we've got to help him," I said decisively. "It's Templeton. From Charlotte's Web." I opened my school bag and bent down so that Templeton could climb in. He kind of limped in, poor fellow. A second later, I could hear him zeroing in on my lunch leftovers. Typical, I thought.

"Charlotte's Web? For reals?" Becka was excited. "We've got to find a good vet."

"How did he get all the way to Korea?" I wondered. "Wasn't the Zuckerman farm in Maine or New Hampshire?"

"I don't know. We need to hurry," Becka said and we started back down the hill with Templeton.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Bookleaves And Talya With Cracked Spinz

It's been a while since I've written about my book groups. With 3 of them, you'd think they would pop up all over this blog like zits on a middle schooler.

Oops, that wasn't a nice simile. Let me try again: You'd think they would pop up all over this blog like daisies in a lovely meadow.

Anyway, I've been remiss, so let me make it good and give a brief report on each in the order I joined them.

Bookleaves:
Our last meeting found us -- Dana, Rebecca, Shanna and me -- in Chinatown in Incheon. The weather was perfect, so we had tea on the rooftop garden of a coffee shop. Gorgeous. We discussed The Cellist Of Sarajevo by Steven Galloway. Although I was initially underwhelmed by the quiet tone of the book, it seems to have grown on me since reading it, and I got even more out of it during our discussion. Shanna has a friend from that area, and has visited Serbia, so I enjoyed hearing about her experiences there. After the meeting, we walked up to a beautiful park that commemorates General Douglas MacArthur's landing at Incheon and viewed his giant statue. (I didn't realize that he was 70 years old at the time of the landing. That's a good set of bowels, and the wattles on his neck were faithfully replicated in bronze for posterity.) After that, we wandered back through Chinatown, browsing and shopping. Up next is The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova on Halloween, which shows brilliant forethought and scheduling. Can't take credit for that, sorry to say. In November, we're reading White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, which will be my second go-round since Cracked Spinz chose it for October, but you won't hear me complaining. In fact, if I could pull off a hat trick and get Talya's Book Group to read it, I'd be feeling a whole new level of bookworm awesomeness.

Talya:
This isn't the actual name of the book group. It's really called Seoul Women's Book Club, but I hate the name -- sounds too staid and boring for a vibrant group whose book selections really kick ass -- so I just refer to it as Talya's Book Group, after our fearless leader, Talya. A couple of meetings ago, we trooped over to Dr. Fish and munched on bread and jam while discussing The 19th Wife, then let the fish munch on our feet. Everyone seemed to enjoy the book, and there was some spirited discussion about which part of the book was more engrossing: Ann Eliza's story or Jordan's efforts to prove his mother innocent of killing his polygamous father. I missed last month's meeting for Burnt Shadows, but I'm told that some people became tearful while discussing the book. I can see how it would happen -- there's so much beauty and pain mingled in that story. Next is Skin by Dorothy Allison -- it's a book of essays in which the author writes about growing up poor in the South and her feelings about being a lesbian, among other things. I won't be able to make that meeting either because of the Readathon, but I find Allison's raw prose compelling.

Cracked Spinz:
In September, we read The Road. For that meeting, Alex, Chris and I met outside The Chicken Shack, which is a scruffy-looking but comfortable establishment nestled in our apartment complex. We shared a couple of baskets of chicken, drank beer and soda, read different passages aloud and wondered about the long-delayed movie version. The concrete background, the twilight hour and the low meeting turnout seemed to go with Cormac McCarthy's stripped-down prose. In October, we read the brilliant and abovementioned The White Tiger. Chris compared it with Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man, which has whetted my desire to attempt that book again after nearly two decades. (I used to DNF like a pig running through the corn. I'd hate to see an actual list of books I've abandoned.) Our November book, selected by Becka, is a little gem from 1961*, The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark. Becka's choice has garnered a good deal of attention, so I'm expecting a healthy turnout for that meeting. I've encouraged the other Spinz to view the 1969 movie on Youtube so we can have a book vs. film discussion. We'll wrap up the year with Alex's choice, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Being in 3 groups sometimes leaves me a little breathless, but always in a good way.


*Actually, most things that came out in 1961 have a rather gem-like quality.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Library Loot: Happier Than A Pig In...Uh...Nonfiction


I can't seem to get past the 900s lately and this week, it seems that I've zeroed in on a certain American city. The unpredictability of these trips to my library make it that much more fun.

Crossing Border Street: A Civil Rights Memoir - Peter Jan Honigsberg. Honigsberg, a first-year law student at NYU, volunteered in New Orleans on behalf of the Civil Rights movement as Jim Crow was finally and reluctantly releasing its hold on the South. When he first arrived, he was rather naive by his own admission and thought that race relations could be "solved easily if everyone did the right thing". By the time he left, he admitted that race was a "tangled and mulitlayered issue" and there were no easy answers. This 2000 memoir chronicles the years 1966-1968 and Hornigsberg's time of learning and growth.


Huey Long: The Kingfish of Louisiana - Suzanne LeVert. This short (133 pages) biography is part of the Makers of America series, and seems to be geared towards young adult readers, although it would appeal to older readers as well. There aren't as many photos as I had hoped, but there's a good bibliography section. I'm hoping that once I read this, I'll be ready to dive into All The King's Men, which is in my Pulitzer pile.

The nonfiction section of the library is turning out to be just as intriguing as the fiction section. Every visit is a surprise; I never know what I'll find. A couple of weeks ago, I saw Paris Hilton's diary. At the same time I was mouthing those three little words, Dionne Warwick's voice filled my brain, singing Walk On By. Oh, yes.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

I Am So There


"Ain't nothing gonna break my stride, I'm running and I won't touch ground

Oh no, I've got to keep on moving..."

I've been wondering if I would be able to fully participate in the upcoming Dewey's Readathon (October 24-25) and today, I know for sure: YES. I signed up to read and cheer, but I don't know how I'll divide my duties yet. In the past, read 8/cheer 8/read 8 has worked well.

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What to read? I've been saving back some things. I've got plans dancing in my head like sugarplums, except the noise they make is like the crackle of pages turning fast enough to self-ignite:

  • Finally finish Toji

  • Read Maus and Maus 2

  • Read Persepolis 2

  • Finally finish Seabiscuit, which I abandoned midway sometime in 2004 because I was stressed.

  • Beg & grovel until Alex from my Cracked Spinz book group lets me borrow his audiobook of Hugh Laurie reading Three Men In A Boat. That'll keep me awake because my heart will be racing like crazy.

  • Read my library loot

  • Read When My Name Was Keoko by Linda Sue Park, which is a glimpse into a sad part of Korea's history from a young brother and sister's perspective.

  • Select something from my humor section that I haven't read yet

  • Read one of those D-K YA biographies that I haven't gotten to yet.

  • Read Julie & Julia by Julie Powell and My Life In France by Julia Child.

What to eat? This time, I resolve to eat at least one healthy thing. Suggestions? Sugar, salt and caffeine are wonderful things, but not for the long haul. Speaking of snacks, that's the beauty part of cheerleading -- often readers will discuss what they're noshing on, some in loving detail with photos.

What to wear? My softest and most comfortable pair of pajama pants and one of my St. Louis Cardinal t-shirts, since they should still be in the playoffs and well on their way to the World Series by then.



The downside is that I'll miss the meeting with Talya's book group. Talya, I'm sorry...as my students often say, "Please understand my mind!"


Saturday, October 03, 2009

Eleven In September

In spite of the new semester starting, this was a good reading month. According to my stats, I'm slightly ahead of last year, which means that another triple-digit year is still possible.

1. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running - Haruki Murakami. As he trains for the 2005 New York Marathon, Haruki Murakami reminisces about how he became both a marathon runner and a writer. Witty and philosophical, I found Murakami's voice really engaging, and actually prefer this type of writing over his fiction. I hope he'll do more nonfiction in the future.

2. The Paper Bag Princess - Robert Munsch. How appropriate that this little tiny book put me on the Canadian Reading Challenge map as a Timbit, which is something else quite tiny.


3. Burnt Shadows - Kamila Shamsie. I love the interconnectedness of this novel which covers several countries and spans 60 years -- from Nagasaki at the end of the Second World War to those first raw and agonizing months after 9/11. The only complaint I have is that the CIA stuff feels a little forced, but Shamsie's beautiful writing and wondrous images more than makes up for it. Give it a try if you haven't already.

4. Expat: Women's True Tales of Life Abroad - Christina Henry de Tessan, editor. After reading this book, I came away with many ideas about the next country I want to move to. I'm glad that de Tessan included stories of all kinds -- some of the expats were blissed out by their experiences and for some, it worked out for a while and with others, it didn't work out at all. Most of the essays were well-written and engaging; it was like having friends over for dinner to share their stories.

5. The Underground Stream: The Life & Art of Caroline Gordon - Nancylee Novell Jonza. Caroline Gordon must have had a "Kick Me" sign on her back her entire life. Her career started out with great promise. Ford Maddox Ford was her mentor and Maxwell Perkins was her editor. Her first novel, Penhally was published in 1931 and was a critical favorite. In 1932, she was awarded a Guggenheim. 1934 was a biggie -- she published Aleck Maury, Sportsman, which was a book that William Faulkner absolutely loved, and she received an O. Henry Award for one of her short stories.
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Things started to go pear-shaped in 1937. After years of tortured hand-wringing about her writing, Gordon published a Civil War novel called None Shall Look Back which was mostly overlooked by (and when it wasn't overlooked it was compared to) a little novel that had come out a year earlier called Gone With The Wind. From that time, according to Jonza's biography, success eluded her, although she went on to publish several more novels and a collection of her short stories.

Gordon's main problem was that she was married to poet Allan Tate who comes across in this biography as crazier than a shithouse rat. Gordon wanted nothing more than to settle down permanently, putter in the garden and concentrate on her writing. Tate was restless and liked to quit jobs at a moment's notice and move on an average of twice a year, so she also had to scramble for teaching jobs to fill the income gap. He also made their homes the center of literary society with folks like Robert Penn Warren, Hart Crane, Robert Lowell and Jean Stafford crashing with them. Of course someone had to cook and see to household arrangements. Caroline was raised a good Southern girl and this was way before equal rights. Tate would also tell Gordon that she had talent but her mind wasn't as brilliant as his. If all that wasn't enough, he cheated on her often, once with her cousin.
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Mr. Wonderful met Gordon at the front door when she came home from the movies one night in 1945, telling her that he wanted a divorce and that she should take the next train out of town. As soon as she complied with his requests and was starting to get over her devastation, he did a complete 180 and began courting her madly. They remarried in 1946, and the cycle started again. They finally divorced for good in 1959 and Tate married another woman, then another, but he still continued to plague Gordon with requests for money up until her death. No wonder people remembered her as having an explosive temper.

I wonder how difficult it would be to find one of Gordon's novels. Is she a genius that has been overlooked by bad luck and circumstances? What about Tate? Is he well-remembered as a poet and scholar?

6. A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway looked back nearly 40 years to his time in Paris with his first wife Hadley and his baby son, the beginning of his writing career and his friendships with Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sylvia Beach and others on the expatriate scene. This is a nice side of Hemingway, thoughtful, full of humor, tenderness and wistfulness.

7. The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga. This novel about modern-day India kicks ass. The protaganist, Balram, who is the white tiger of the title (title drop -- page 30) tells his own story through a series of letters to the Premier of China of how he rose from the Darkness (a very poor part of India) to become a successful businessman. His tale is blackly comic, his tone sardonic and both unsettling and winning. I'm so glad that a member of my Cracked Spinz book group recommended it because I would have never tried it on my own. This one won the 2008 Man Booker Prize for a reason. If you haven't read it yet, hunt it up.

8. The Log From The Sea of Cortez - John Steinbeck. In 1940, Steinbeck, marine biologist Edward Ricketts, who was his best pal and a crew of men took a trip around the Gulf of Mexico to collect marine life. This book is based on diaries both men kept of this journey. Ricketts died tragically in 1948 and an affectionate reminiscence of him by Steinbeck is included at the end of this book. Steinbeck captured Ricketts' quirky brilliance so perfectly that I felt one of my hopeless crushes coming on, so I dug out Cannery Row and resolved to read it soon.

9. The Just And The Unjust - James Gould Cozzens. A murder trial is the center of attention in a small town in a state identified only as "The Commonwealth". The main character is Abner Coates, the 31-year-old assistant district attorney who is involved with the trial and also trying to settle some issues with his life and career. Although the 1942 novel is somewhat dated, it's an excellent look at the legal profession.

10. The Cellist of Sarajevo - Steven Galloway. I discussed my underwhelment over here, but the good news is that as far as the Canadian Book Challenge goes, finishing this book makes me a Potato.

11. Black Boy - Richard Wright. I whined a lot about this audiobook over here. Hoping I'll find the real thing soon. I saw it at Yongsan earlier this year and passed it up. Damn.

Eleven reviews. Whew. I'm going to have to stop saving them up all month. Gotta write more or read less.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Lootus Librarius


This weekend is Korean Thanksgiving and that means 3 days off, so yesterday I turned in my previous haul and went hunting. This time, I checked out the nonfiction, loitering with intent in the 9oos:

1. Daydreams and Nightmares: Reflections on a Harlem Childhood - Irving Louis Horowitz. Horowitz reminisces in this slim 1990 memoir about growing up in a Jewish family in Harlem during the 1930s and 40s. The introduction is what grabbed me. Horowitz wrote that he tried to keep Mencken and Orwell in mind as models when he wrote this book. How could I resist such a bold statement of right intention?

2. Make-Believe: The Story of Nancy & Ronald Reagan - Laurence Leamer. Published in 1983 during Reagan's first term, this book set my teeth on edge as soon as I started reading. Written in that gossipy and breathless tell-all style, the book incessantly refers to Reagan as "Ronnie" and his first wife, Jane Wyman as "Janie". He goes the other way with Frank Sinatra, archly referring to him as "Francis Albert" whenever he makes an appearance. Reagan comes off pretty well, but Leamer doesn't seem to have much to say about Nancy except detailed descriptions of what she wore and when. Sometimes he tries to be cool and play with similes, but they're cheesy, lame and often misplaced. Occasionally Leamer settles down and writes fine, straight prose, as when detailing Reagan's brush with death during the 1981 assassination attempt by John Hinckley, Jr. but most of the time he seeks refuge in trashy and repetitive writing. This was almost a DNF, but I powered on through, making this my first finished book for October. I must be homesick or something.

3. The Dustbin of History - Greil Marcus. In this 1995 work, Marcus, best known as a music critic, explores and discusses cultural events in music, literature and cinema.

4. The American Earthquake: A Chronicle Of The Roaring Twenties, The Great Depression And The Dawn Of The New Deal - Edmund Wilson. This book is a compilation of columns Wilson wrote during these tumultuous years with a 1957 postscript. It's the heavyweight of the bunch, coming in at 576 pages.