tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111305600320691602024-02-07T13:44:51.448-05:00Wordy Evidence of the FactSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-64134801719481564242015-07-10T11:47:00.000-04:002015-07-10T11:47:40.004-04:00It Really Is a Question of HowHow to distill two amazing months of reading into one brief post? How to express how full my life feels right now and how replete my reading world has been? How to convey the urgency with which you should (or perhaps should <i>not</i>) find your way to the nearest bookseller or library and begin to fill yourself in similar ways?<br />
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Here's the full list for May and June. Try not to be alarmed.<br />
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<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Alexander Solzhenitzyn"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Alexander Solzhenitzyn</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Because of Mr. Terupt"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Because of Mr. Terupt</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Rob Buyea"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Rob Buyea</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Griffin & Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Griffin & Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Nick Bantock"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Nick Bantock</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Daniel James Brown"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Daniel James Brown</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Paper Towns*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Paper Towns*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"John Green"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">John Green</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Texts from Jane Eyre and Other Conversations with Your Favorite Literary Characters"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Texts from Jane Eyre and Other Conversations with Your Favorite Literary Characters</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Mallory Ortberg"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Mallory Ortberg</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"A Walk Across America*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">A Walk Across America*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Peter Jenkins"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Peter Jenkins</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Geronimo Stilton and Search for Sunken Treasure and Mummy with No Name"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Geronimo Stilton and Search for Sunken Treasure and Mummy with No Name (audio)</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"G. Stilton"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">G. Stilton</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great (audio)</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Judy Blume"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Judy Blume</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Charlatan's Boy*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Charlatan's Boy*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Jonathan Rogers"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Jonathan Rogers</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"HitRecord - JGL"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">HitRecord - JGL</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Marjane Satrapi"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Marjane Satrapi</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Dangerous Duty of Delight*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Dangerous Duty of Delight*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"John Piper"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">John Piper</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Friend or Fiend with the Pain and the Great One"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Friend or Fiend with the Pain and the Great One (audio)</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Judy Blume"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Judy Blume</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Sign of the Carved Cross"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Sign of the Carved Cross</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Lisa Hendey"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Lisa Hendey</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Burning Bright*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Burning Bright*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Ron Rash"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Ron Rash</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"A Tangle of Knots"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">A Tangle of Knots</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Lisa Graff"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Lisa Graff</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"A Slight Trick of the Mind*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">A Slight Trick of the Mind*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Mitch Cullin"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Mitch Cullin</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Rhinoceros and Other Plays"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Rhinoceros and Other Plays</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Eugene Ionesco"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Eugene Ionesco</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Same Kind of Different As Me*"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Same Kind of Different As Me*</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Ron Hall and Denver Moore"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Ron Hall and Denver Moore</td></tr>
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<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"The Importance of Being Earnest"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">The Importance of Being Earnest</td><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Oscar Wilde"]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Oscar Wilde</td></tr>
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The titles marked with an asterisk are from our school's Summer Reading list. We use a book group model where teachers select a book and students sign up for the group of their choice and read that book over the summer. In the fall, we meet and discuss what we read. I'm making it my goal to read all the Summer Reading selections for our Upper School. Impossible, I know. But a fun challenge. I'll readily admit that some of the selections have been raging disappointments. Others have been merely fine. But a few have stood up and demanded my attention in ways that are not entirely unlike falling in love or having an intense crush. And that's really what life is, right? A series of days and hours that can't not disappoint, but when it surprises us with joy and insight and - <i>yes </i>- love, we feel our breath in every muscle and fiber and know what it is to be alive. So, let's talk about what has recently made my reading heart beat faster.</div>
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Like your annoying friend talking incessantly about some guy she just met, I wanted to write and talk and <a href="https://twitter.com/wordyevidence/status/594628969154117632" target="_blank">tweet</a> so much about <i>The Conversations: Walter Murch and the Art of Editing Film </i>as I was reading it. I couldn't stop with the silly grin as I encountered overlap after overlap between what Murch was saying about film editing (a subject I normally don't think anything at all about) and writing or the creative life in general. Now, too much time has passed, and I can't write intelligently about the book, and it's making me question this whole plan to write once a month. But I can't doubt the resonance of that book in my life at the time, and therefore, I will continue to trust in all things Nick Hornby. For now.</div>
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Of the Summer Reading titles, three have stood out so far as remarkable, each in their own way. First, is John Green's <i>Paper Towns</i>. I've been a John Green fan for years, but lately, he's fallen out of my favor, mostly because of things-he-probably-can't-help-related-to-movies. I still haven't seen <i>A Fault in our Stars</i>, and though I loved, loved, loved the book when I read it, I now have that sour taste in my mouth about it. But <i>Paper Towns</i> obliterated that flavor and replaced it with a new one. In fact, I think I would go so far as to say <i>Paper Towns</i> is the best John Green book I've read. I read it in a day, but even with that rush of energy, I paused long enough to mark passages that resonated with me. Like this one:</div>
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You can't divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can't see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo's eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you can say that the Eiffel Tower is or is not lonely. (50)</blockquote>
Once I started flipping through to find quotes, it made me want to read it again all over, and I can't resist sharing one more passage with you:<br />
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That was perfect, I thought: you listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes <i>you</i> even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to. (216) </blockquote>
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I will admit to suffering from a bit of an identity crisis of late, so perhaps that's all it is, but the story of Margo Roth Spiegelman's one great night of revenge and her subsequent disappearance lit me up inside. It - along with so many other things these days - has me wanting to access again a part of myself that I fear had nearly been smothered by the reality of growing up, a thing I thought I'd never do. And I loved the character of Q, his earnest desire to get things right, his willingness to go, but only so far. He seems true and real and right to me.<br />
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One last thing: I don't care what the haters might say - Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" is perfect, even in all its immutable imperfection. </div>
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The next great title from that list is <i>A Slight Trick of the Mind</i> by Mitch Cullin. As a devoted fan of the BBC series <i>Sherlock</i>, when I read the blurb on this one, I knew it would be a favorite. And it was. It tells the story of Holmes as an elderly man, aging with considerable interest in the decline of his own greatest asset - his mind. It's a quiet novel, not at all like <i>Paper Towns</i>, but it too had something to say to me about self and becoming and growing into the parts of our life that surprise and somehow don't surprise at all.</div>
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Finally, Leif Enger's <i>Peace Like a River</i>. This one was the sleeper hit of the summer so far. I did not expect to appreciate this book as much as I did. And when I tell you it is the story of a boy and his family, with particular focus on his father who - yes, I'm really going to say this - can perform miracles, you will want to disregard everything that follows. That would be a mistake. This book is beautifully written. Not pretentious, but still demonstrating great care with language. It works on so many levels, and I promise, the part of the book that makes you want to dismiss it (the father's direct line to God), is its greatest strength. The way Enger writes the narrator's voice and the way the young man describes his father and the things he sees him do is so skillful, so without any need to convince you, that you are convinced in spite of yourself. It is not a religious text, not a book for Christian readers alone. It is a great novel, telling a great story. What more do we want from a book?</div>
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It occurs to me that fiction dwells most completely within impossible situations. All of these books deal with making the impossible possible, and perhaps that is the simultaneous comfort and challenge of the reading life. Perhaps it is the one great fantasy I can't quite let go of, even as I keep being reminded of this soul-crushing fact: in life, that life that dulls our senses and so often disappoints, impossible situations usually stay that way.<br />
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This post has already gotten beyond any concept of brief; however, I would be remiss if I didn't point out one more title on that stupidly long list above: <i>Texts from Jane Eyre and Other Conversations with Your Favorite Literary Characters</i> by Mallory Ortberg. I don't know how much I've shared here about the importance of making me laugh, but suffice it to say <b>it is everything</b>, and Mallory Ortberg gets the everything prize this month. I remember laughing - a lot - at <a href="http://www.booksidoneread.com/2014/11/texts-from-jane-eyre-mallory-ortberg.html" target="_blank">Rachel's post</a> on this book, and that was forevah ago, and somehow I had kind of forgotten it existed because when I found it in the bookstore and begin dying right there on the floor of the store, I wondered how this book had not come into my life before now. Just go look at <a href="http://textsfromjaneeyre.com/pdf/TextsFromJaneEyre-Excerpt.pdf" target="_blank">this</a> right now, and you'll see what I mean.<br />
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-58704935391754451972015-06-13T14:19:00.001-04:002015-06-13T14:19:20.850-04:00An Open Letter to the Authors of Teen Fiction by Henri Lowe<i>The letter below was crafted by an amazing student. Her name is Henri Lowe, and I suspect you will hear big things from her in the future. And by future, I mean the immediate future because this letter is about to blow your mind.</i><br />
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To the Authors of Teen Fiction,<br /><br />I am sixteen years old: a teenager by all accounts. Yet I cannot walk into the Young Adult aisle in a bookstore, full of your latest books, without sighing and walking out again in favor of the middle school fiction section. I am not opposed to all teen fiction, not in the slightest. I have been exposed to much of it. I have read the most popular books of your genre: <i>Divergent</i>, <i>The Hunger Games</i>, and <i>The Fault in Our Stars</i> are all on my bookshelf.<br /><br />Yet I still have issues with the genre of teenage fiction. Why must you assume that my tastes change so dramatically upon becoming a “young adult”? I have matured quite a bit since my elementary and middle school years, but I still appreciate a well-written book. The books that you put on the shelves vary, but many of them are not worth any reader’s time. The change in my age means that I have entered a section of the bookstore where unoriginality reigns: all of the latest books are modeled after the last teen bestsellers. There are worlds upon worlds of vampires and werewolves, thanks to <i>Twilight</i>; dystopian futures after <i>The Hunger Games</i>, and, later, <i>Divergent</i>; teenage lovers battling disease and heartbreak, in the style of John Green. I don’t argue that these are all pointless and poorly written, but how I wish there was more creativity. The typical models are growing bland. Young adult books belong to a rotating wheel of ideas, which spawn hundreds of imitations, often worse than the first.<br /><br />Perhaps you do write a decent book, or at least an original, thoughtful one. Chances are, the main elements will include those which you think are the prominent issues in my life: romance, death, uncertainty, betrayal, passion. The elements of the book will almost certainly include sex, likely include cursing, potentially include drugs, and possibly include current issues such as homosexuality. Do I exaggerate when I say “almost certainly”? No, I do not, because that is the current model. You assume that because I am a teenager living in a world of tumultuous emotions, I feel acutely these things of which you write, and act in the way that you assume teenagers act. <br /><br />But I do not. You see, I don’t think it’s a bad thing that you write about these issues. I am aware that some teenagers do face these circumstances--but perhaps not as many as you think. You write of things that are culturally accepted, and socially accepted, or things that you assume to be so, but are actually not necessarily accepted among teenagers. The angst that you suppose among teenagers, with our cursing and relationships, is not quite as realistic as you assume. I become uncomfortable when every highschool relationship becomes overly graphic or physical, and saddened because that is not always true--but you make it seem as if it is. You often push your own agendas into books, in a way which diminishes or even eliminates your artistic integrity. Even if I find your plotlines monotonous, even if I don’t fancy your choices regarding characters and their actions, I will accept your decisions if they are necessary to the plot, or if they are true to the character. But too often I find these elements in your books unnecessary, simply thrown in to fit the model of the standard young adult book. You seem to jump on the bandwagon to sell copies—or you truly mistake the world of the teenager.<br /><br />When I am in the Young Adult books section, I miss the inventive and well-written Harry Potter; the brilliant Artemis Fowl; the action-packed original Percy Jackson series; the witty djinn Bartimaeus; the intelligent young children who composed The Mysterious Benedict Society; the hilarious skeleton detective Skulduggery Pleasant. I find myself pushed more and more into the classics, or back into the middle school section. I find little for teenagers that interests me: the same poorly-written stories, over and over again, with melodramatic one-word titles and covers depicting passionate teenage lovers, or edgy girls thwarting a cruel fate. I want something clever, with good characters and an inventive plotline. Yes, you can add elements of a harder, more confusing teenage world, a transitioning to adulthood. You can even add elements of romance, or death, or sex, or cursing. But please make it relevant to the plotline. Make it relevant to teenagers’ lives as they are, not as you presume them to be—or simply write a book of fantastical fantasy, of magic and ideas and worlds. But whatever you write, please make it creative. Please make it thoughtful.<br /><br />Please write me a good book.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Your Teenage Reader Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-83178311221131690672015-05-10T18:43:00.000-04:002015-05-10T18:43:55.554-04:00Say What You Want About April...<div>
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Showers and flowers and the cruellest month and come she will and clocks striking thirteen. . . .What is it about April that makes us want to write about it? Is any other month name-dropped as often? </div>
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This practice of writing only once a month has shifted my thinking about what I read and how it falls into these chunks of time. I've been keeping this <a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1lcdBAv5VZiy6q0jINfQMd8lFEOnY7QXRfGQ0k0Nc4Ck/edit?usp=sharing" target="_blank">reading log</a> all year where I'm trying to capture my reading experience more fully, so the list can include single short stories or articles as well as the longer complete works I finish. Because I'm also recording the author's country of origin and ethnicity, I am more aware when my writing starts to trend western white male, and I can make adjustments. Seeing the list broken down by month makes some of those shifts more evident. In April, you can see me adjusting course after several titles in a row from WASPy authors of US origin. Kwame Alexander, Heidi Durrow, and Nicole Krauss are all from the US, but they do bring some ethnic and gender and cultural diversity to my reading life. </div>
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The first title I finished in April was for work: <i>Engaging God's World: A Christian Vision of Faith, Learning, and Living</i> was a professional development requirement, and though I wasn't rocked by it, there was some good material with solid points for discussion. I started teaching at a Christian high school last year, but I had never experienced Christian education up to that point. Public elementary, middle, and high schools served me very well, and though my college has church-based connections, it is not ostensibly about Christian education. So this book provides a bit of an overview of what it means to learn through and with and by the Christian worldview. It wouldn't have been my choice to read it, but as I tell my students all the time, sometimes we just have to do things we don't want to do. And sometimes those things turn out to be alright despite our reluctance.</div>
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I read the Sonnenmoser short story in an old <i>Crab Orchard Review</i> that I've been chipping away at lately. When I cleaned out my old office last summer, I found a stack of journals I had never read, and I brought them home and put them by the toilet. Please tell me other people do this. It's the perfect way to read a lit journal because only maniacs sit down and read those things cover to cover. But a short story or poem at a time is a lovely way to break them down and really appreciate the good stuff. Sonnenmoser's story was some of the good stuff as was a poem by Marty McConnell that I read again this morning. It's called "the fidelity of disagreement," and you can read it <a href="http://www.versedaily.org/2010/disagreement.shtml" target="_blank">here</a>. Something about the quiet counting she uses and the "bird behind each knee" and the unique way she builds the momentum, a circling of sorts, and those last two lines? It's so good to stumble upon something so good. </div>
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The Collier story ("<a href="https://www.utdallas.edu/~aargyros/the_chaser.htm" target="_blank">The Chaser</a>") is one a colleague uses with our seniors, and I was talking through it with a student - neither of us thought it was very good. He called it pointless; I called it bad writing. But then I looked it up and found that Collier is a relatively well-known writer with many respectable opinions of his work, and it got me thinking about how we are influenced by what people tell us we're supposed to think about a thing. I still uphold it's not good writing, and if a student turned in a story with that same first sentence, I would tell him/her to start again and avoid the overwriting and unnecessary adjectives. But, someone somewhere decided this story did it for them, and it got made into an episode of <i>The Twilight Zone</i>, and people seem to really appreciate it. Because I didn't know I was supposed to like it, I was free to dismiss it or appreciate it without expectations or obligations. This experience confirms my preference to enter into a work with as little knowledge of it as possible. I want my opinions to be informed by the work more than by outside expectations.</div>
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Admittedly, that's not exactly what happened with Nicole Krauss' <i>Great House</i>. Because I so enjoyed her <i>The History of Love </i>(I didn't tell you about this one, but trust me when I say it is delicious), I did start <i>Great House</i> with a few Great Expectations, and Krauss did not disappoint. <i>Great House </i>tells - it seems - the story of a desk. A most remarkable desk that has been a part of so many lives and spaces, and as most of the owners of the desk are writers, this book might speak especially to those who deal in words. Often I resist books that pander to the reading audience overmuch, but this one does not pander. It is a natural telling of an almost supernatural object, and Krauss is able to use the multi-vocal technique so skillfully and intelligently that it almost feels like an intellectual exercise to read her work. It's not a mystery, and you're not really trying to put the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle together, and there is no epiphany where you suddenly understand how it ALL. JUST. FITS. But it does all fit, and beautifully so. And that knife's edge of uncertainty (<i>have I used this phrase before?</i>) is what makes her work so compelling and so engrossing. </div>
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Kwame Alexander's <i>The Crossover</i> won the Newbery Medal this year, and though I love the basketball and the novel in poem format - especially for branching out certain young readers - I am not convinced it would have been my choice for the top book of the year. Good, but maybe not great. Heidi Durrow's <i>The Girl Who Fell From the Sky</i> has been on my list and in my kindle for much too long, so I'm glad to have finally read it. I follow Durrow on twitter, and she is doing good work to increase the visibility and vocality of the mixed race experience. Her book does a great job of capturing that dual citizenship feeling, especially in the crucial identity formation stages of early adolescence. It is difficult, and it does not flinch at the difficulty, and I think it is a worthy read for anyone interested in thinking more about the racial divide in the United States and how common it is for some folks to find themselves straddling that line, one foot on either side.</div>
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I closed the month by starting Michael Ondaatje's <i>The Conversations: Walter Murch and the Art of Editing Film</i>, and if you follow me on twitter, you already know how amazing I found this book. It was the first of the <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2015/02/an-open-letter-to-nick-hornby.html" target="_blank">Nick Hornby Told Me To Read It</a> titles, and it set the bar pretty high. I'll tell you more about it (and my ill-advised decision to try to read all our school's summer reading titles) next month. </div>
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-67229102015955125212015-02-28T15:15:00.001-05:002015-02-28T20:21:58.491-05:00An Open Letter to Nick HornbyDear Nick,<br />
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I'm sure I'm not the first to behave as though I know you personally just because I've spent the last few weeks reading all the "Stuff I've Been Reading" columns from <i><a href="http://www.believermag.com/" target="_blank">The Believer</a> </i>magazine, so I'm not going to apologize for addressing you as Nick. It's your name, after all.<br />
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Here's the thing, Nick. I added <i>The Polysyllabic Spree</i> and <i>More Baths Less Talking</i> to my Amazon.com wishlist December 5, 2012. I know because Amazon keeps track of such things for me. On February 3, 2015, I ordered these two - plus <i>Housekeeping vs The Dirt </i>and <i>Shakespeare Wrote for Money </i>and (because I couldn't bear to not own all the words) <i>Ten Years in the Tub</i>. If these books hadn't been so ridiculously entertaining, you would have owed me an apology. Instead, I need to ask your forgiveness.<br />
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Forgive me, please, for waiting so long to read your work. Forgive me, too, for not yet reading any of your fiction. Or watching any of your movies. I do have <i>Lonely Avenue</i>, but that might have more to do with Ben Folds than you. Sorry.<br />
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Forgive me for ripping off your monthly reflection <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2015/02/february-it-may-not-be-cruellest-month.html" target="_blank">idea</a> for my blog. I promise it won't compete for your <i>Believer</i> readers. Or any other readers, really.<br />
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I have a list, Nick. It's called Books Nick Hornby Thinks I Should Read. Really. Here it is:<br />
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<i>The Fortress of Solitude</i> by Jonathan Lethem<br />
<i>Moneyball</i> by Michael Lewis<br />
<i>George and Sam: Autism in the Family</i> by Charlotte Moore<br />
<i>Clockers </i>by Richard Price<br />
<i>True Notebooks: A Writer's Year at Juvenile Hall</i> by Mark Salzman<br />
<i>Random Family: Love, Drugs, Trouble, and Coming of Age in the Bronx</i> by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc<br />
<i>David Copperfield </i>by Charles Dickens<br />
<i>Mystic River</i> by Dennis Lehane<br />
<i>We're in Trouble</i> by Chris Coake<br />
Tony Hoagland's poetry<br />
<i>How to Live: Or, a Life of Montaigne in One Question and 20 Attempts at an Answer</i>: Sarah Bakewell<br />
<i>The Broken Word</i> by Adam Foulds<br />
<i>Book of Days </i>by Emily Fox Gordon<br />
<i>The Conversations: Walter Murch and the Art of Editing Film </i>by Michael Ondaatje<br />
<i>Skellig </i>by David Almond<br />
<i>Imagine: How Creativity Works</i> by Jonah Lehrer<br />
<i>Unapologetic: Why, Despite Everything, Christianity Can Still Make Surprising Emotional Sense</i> by Francis Spufford<br />
<i>The Interrogative Mood</i> by Padgett Powell</blockquote>
I have chosen to exclude from The List those titles or authors I already wanted to read. You don't get to take credit just for increasing my interest in something. That wouldn't be fair.<br />
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I've ordered <i>Moneyball</i> (it arrived today) and asked the library to buy <i>The Conversations</i>. The rest are going to take some time, Nick. I can't afford you. But I can thank you.<br />
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Thanks for articulating such an understated evangelism for the books you've read. Thanks for agreeing with me on almost all the books we've both read (we depart on Junot Diaz) and for challenging me with books I probably won't ever read and for getting me to read books I really should read. About film reviewer Pauline Kael, you write, "But I loved her energy, her enthusiasm, her informality and her colloquialisms, her distrust of phoniness, even before I realized that these were qualities I wanted to steal from her." Would you accept a ditto?<br />
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One last thing, Nick. You write glowingly about Mohsin Hamid's <i>How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia</i> and conclude with this beautiful sentence:<br />
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If you can boil an entire life down to its essence, without losing any of the detail, shape, pain, or joy of that life, then it seems to me that you've done pretty much everything a novel is capable of doing. (<i>Ten Years in the Tub</i> 462)</blockquote>
It might also be true of a magazine column on the reading life. Here's to 10 more years.<br />
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Unflinchingly,<br />
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Sara<br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m going to write more about my joy over these collected columns in a bit, but besides The List, reading these pieces gave me an idea for the blog, and I thought I might steal the concept in just one important way. I can’t be as smart and honest and humble and straight-up funny as Hornby is, but I can write one longish piece on each month’s reading experience and maybe, just maybe, the blog might come back to life. </span>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-52451837402737597482014-11-28T11:39:00.000-05:002014-11-28T11:39:12.558-05:00Dirty Chick: Adventures of an Unlikely Farmer by Antonia MurphyWhen I was a freshman in college, my parents bought the farm. Not a euphemism. They (with another family as partners) bought almost 200 acres and returned my daddy to his farming roots. For the last 18 years, we have watched and learned as mama and daddy have navigated gardening, chickens, horses, goats, and a beautiful herd of beef cattle. There are fruit trees in the orchard and grapevines and blueberry bushes; there is a greenhouse that hasn't yet been put to use and barn cats that sometimes will tolerate human attention and sometimes won't. There are calves to wean and tag and cows to take to market. There is hay to cut, hay to move, and hay to put out in winter. And there is swimming in the ponds, canoes and rope swings, campfires and hikes.<br />
<br />In short, there is a working paradise, emphasis on the working.<br />
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Every time I leave there, yesterday evening being no exception, I wish again that I could be farming, too. I have long harbored an irrational desire to stay on the edges of life in the city and still have horses and chickens and bees and large-scale gardening. It doesn't work that way, of course. Farming is a commitment move. You go "all-out" - all out in the middle of nowhere, all out of touch with the pulse of city living, all out.<br />
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I suppose that is why I was immediately interested in Antonia Murphy's <i>Dirty Chick: Adventures of an Unlikely Farmer</i>, a review copy of which was kindly offered by the publisher. Frankly, I can't get enough of these types of stories, and I've come to realize there are a bunch of us reader/blogger/writer-types who agree.<br />
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<i>Dirty Chick</i> tells the story of Antonia Murphy and her family (husband and two children) and their decision to move to Purua, New Zealand (from San Francisco after a few years of sailing around the world) and become farmers. Actually, the book makes it seem these were less decisions and more just "what happened next" kind of things. Let's get some alpacas! How about this goat! Sure, let's bring home lambs! Murphy writes with an irreverent, breezy tone that sometimes belies the seriousness of what is actually going on.</div>
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Let me be frank: this book pushes a lot of boundaries. I actually like the somewhat graphic explanations of their interactions with and observations of their animals. Life on a farm is not G-rated, and I appreciate her willingness to not sugar-coat any of these stories. I also don't mind too much the profanity she uses. The boundaries pushed here for me have to do with how she represents her children and parenting in the book as well as the lack of respect she pays the land and animals she is working with. These are personal issues, though, so another reader might not carry similar concerns.</div>
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The parenting issues are hard to define. Murphy's son is explained to have a severe developmental delay, which doctors can't seem to identify in any useful way. I acknowledge my lack of personal experience in this area even as I admit I didn't like the way Murphy seemed to disregard her son's needs in the book. It is just a book - a representation or fragment of life - but it still sat uncomfortably with me how often she would wink at her laid-back parenting style, celebrating her daughter's odd behavior or laughing at her son's difficulties. I, too, embrace a benign-neglect approach to parenting, but drinking a fair amount of wine without knowing where your children (ages 5 and 3) are goes too far for even me. I don't mean to question her concern for her children, but her brash tone often made it seem she didn't care. </div>
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The other piece involves a different kind of carelessness. Coming as I do from the Wendell Berry model of land-appreciation, I found Murphy's approach to farming self-centered: <i>I want to raise animals because of what they do for me, and when these animals stop making me happy, I will move on to something else cuter or more interesting</i>. At one point, she describes her infatuation with lambs as akin to a drug addiction, and it seems an appropriate comparison. The lambs are sleeping with the humans in their beds and being carried in baby-slings until they start to become sheep, and then they are "put out" and the book moves on to the next cute or funny thing. Both are inappropriate ways to care for animals, I think. Though it exemplifies the thing that bothered me, that section on the lambs was equal parts disturbing and hilarious. </div>
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And maybe that's the best way to sum up this book: equal parts disturbing and hilarious. It is not the traditional farm narrative, and they are not the traditional family. But it is funny and interesting and, if you can get past some of the difficulties, a quirky addition to the average-Joe-turned-farmer genre.</div>
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<i>Dirty Chick</i> goes on sale January 22, and it might be a great way to wait out the mid-winter blahs until you can start turning your own soil over wherever you live. If you are interested, check back tomorrow for a giveaway!</div>
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-73790684557831789792014-11-14T11:12:00.000-05:002014-11-14T11:12:31.686-05:00Nonfiction November: Be the ExpertThis week in Nonfiction November is one of my favorites. Lu at <a href="http://regularrumination.com/" target="_blank">Regular Rumination</a> explains in her post:<br />
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Though to presume expertise in this topic is ridiculous, I suppose my post falls under the Be the Expert category. I have a small selection of titles for those interested in looking deeper into the Christian faith and its interactions with and in the world. There are a lot of books out there for Christian believers - those who want an easy read to reinforce or inspire their faith; however, the great thinkers and writers of the faith often wrote books and essays that were difficult, that demanded intellectualism hand in hand with one's faith. They wrote with a pondering spirit, a questing mind, an insistence that one need not empty one's head to have Christ fill one's heart. The books in this list are all smart. They are challenging. And, for this does matter some times, they are all short (under 200 pages). They are also all by white men, so take that with the appropriate reservation but do not dismiss them and their wisdom on that basis alone.<br />
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C.S. Lewis, best-known for his earth-shaking <i>Chronicles of Narnia</i>, was a prolific writer and a superior mind. I believe his words are some of the most important in literature. Is that an overstatement? Maybe. But for all the greatness of Narnia, and even acknowledging the power of <i>Mere Christianity</i>, many readers do not know how excellent his essays are. My favorite collection, <i><b>The Weight of Glory</b></i>, is full of thoughtful questions and exhortations and rebukes. Flipping through my copy, I find countless passages to share with you and choose just this one from the close of the title essay:<br />
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This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. (46)</blockquote>
WE. MUST. PLAY. I couldn't agree more.<br />
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Next up is one of the great figures of the faith: Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Unlike with Lewis, the work I'm recommending is perhaps his most "heard-of," but I think fewer people have actually read it than are familiar with it. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Life Together</i> is a brief guide for how it could (and perhaps should) look to live in Christian community. Bonhoeffer experienced some actual communal living, and he draws on that experience here, but it is applicable even in today's society of detached living. Again, I admit that it is more full of thought-provoking and intelligent passages than I have room for here, but I will provide one:<br />
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We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God. God will be constantly crossing our paths and canceling our plans by sending us people with claims and petitions. (99)</blockquote>
The everyday acts of meeting one another's needs (even terribly minor needs) are so very important - to each of us individually and to our communities.<br />
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I would be remiss if I didn't include Wendell Berry in this list. Though he is not so obviously wrestling with religious matters, his faith infuses and informs his writing in so many ways. I include here two titles, one I've read years ago, and I one I am currently reading. The first is a collection of essays <i><a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/01/sex-economy-freedom-and-community-by.html" target="_blank"><b>Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community</b></a>. </i>I first read (and blogged about) it in 2010, so I don't remember as much of it as I should, but I do recall the intelligence and seriousness with which he approached the subject and that despite that seriousness (or, perhaps, because of it - see Lewis quote above), there is humor and spunk. I believe we don't get enough spunk in our daily lives. The second title I recommend is Berry's <i><b>This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems</b></i>. I've only just started this beautiful collection, but I see it as something I will likely ponder and savor for years to come. Written over 35 years, often as he walked his property on a Sunday morning, these poems capture the "set-apartness" of the Sabbath and cause you to yearn for a similar stillness in your life. I include one poem from 1981:<br />
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Here where the world is being made,<br />
No human hand required,<br />
A man may come, somewhat afraid<br />
Always, and somewhat tired,<br />
<br />For he comes ignorant and alone<br />
From work and worry of<br />
A human place, in soul and bone<br />
The ache of human love.<br />
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He may come and be still, not go<br />
Toward any chosen aim<br />
Or stay for what he thinks is so.<br />
Setting aside his claim<br />
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On all things fallen in his plight,<br />
His mind may move with leaves,<br />
Wind-shaken, in and out of light,<br />
And live as the light lives,<br />
<br />And live as the Creation sings<br />
In covert, two clear notes,<br />
And waits; then two clear answerings<br />
Come from more distant throats -<br />
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May live a while with light, shaking<br />
In high leaves, or delayed<br />
In halts of song, submit to making,<br />
The shape of what is made.<br />
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Finally, I am in the midst of reading and can't recommend highly enough Frederick Buechner's <i><b>The Hungering Dark</b></i>. Buechner has long been one of my favorite writers (see my thoughts on his <i><a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2009/11/godric-finished-now-what.html" target="_blank">Godric</a></i> here), but even knowing this, I've been surprised by how powerful and convicting and stunning this book is. It is a small collection of relatively short essays, each preceded by a passage from scripture, each concluded with a beautiful prayer. Often, I really hate those prayers that people write in devotional books. Actually, often isn't strong enough. I never like those prayers. They seem so forced and artless. These, however, are beautiful and touching and inspiring and all the things I would ever hope my prayers could be and none of the things my stumbling mind and mouth usually lift up. Thus far, there are two pieces that are focused on Christmas, so if you are looking for an alternative set of readings for Advent, I believe these would be a really good fit. Even though many of the essays depart from the actual events of Christmas, they all have Christ at their center, and they are all so full of good.<br />
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Do read these, friends. Let me know what you think, even if you disagree wildly! I welcome your feedback.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-54382927197310850622014-11-07T13:21:00.002-05:002014-11-07T13:21:34.750-05:00French Women Don't Get Fat by Mireille GuilianoFor all my compulsions toward order and organization, there are some things that just don't make a dent in my care meter. Being on time is one of those. I know, I fully know, how rude it is to be late - really late - when someone is waiting on you. I never disregard the human element in my timeliness, and it usually means I am close to on-time. But, honestly, close-to-on-time is much more my norm than my exception. My husband considers being on-time equal to being late, so he likes to get somewhere early, but for me, sliding in a few minutes after the designated start time is fine. Thus, my late entry into the fun of Nonfiction November (#nonficnov) - hosted by Lu at <a href="http://regularrumination.com/2014/11/03/nonfiction-november-week-1-my-year-in-nonfiction/" target="_blank">Regular Rumination</a>, Katie at <a href="http://doingdeweydecimal.com/" target="_blank">Doing Dewey</a>, Becca at <a href="http://imlostinbooks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">I'm Lost in Books</a>, and Kim at <a href="http://www.sophisticateddorkiness.com/2014/11/nonfiction-november-my-year-in-nonfiction/" target="_blank">Sophisticated Dorkiness.</a> Thanks, ladies, for the fun idea.<br />
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I am currently reading Mireille Guilano's <i>French Women Don't Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure</i>, and though it officially counts as nonfiction, I am beginning to question that status as my annoyance with the author grows. As the title indicates, Guilano - a native Frenchwoman - provides a model for healthy living based on how French women approach food. In many ways, I like this approach because it does reflect a greater appreciation for food than many Americans take. The problem is that she doesn't acknowledge that some Americans face extreme obstacles to "eating for pleasure" as the French do. She makes the astute observation that "America, the paragon of egalitarian values, somehow suffers from a gastronomic class system unknown in France. The right and the opportunity to enjoy the earth's seasonal best seems to be monopolized by an elite" (76). Her use of "somehow" and "seems to" points to an incredulity regarding this class system, when it is quite obvious: some people simply do not have access to or cannot afford the kinds of food choices she advocates for. Just a few sentences later, she expounds on this idea, but to her detriment:<br />
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But what seems like a luxury to Americans is a necessity to the French. Of course, not all luxury is within reach of everyone (the beluga appetizer is not a universal right), but the French do live by one principle that Americans sometimes forget, despite having coined it most eloquently: Garbage in, garbage out. The key to cooking, and therefore living well, is the best of ingredients.</blockquote>
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Part of living like a French woman, then, will mean searching out and paying a bit more for quality, whether at the open-air market or at least a good grocery shop with market suppliers. This is now within the means of a great many more American women. French women live on budgets, too, but they also understand the value of quality over quantity.</blockquote>
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Another issue, of course, is availability. And though the market in America has yet to become what it is in France, only a few are beyond the reach of quality on account of where people live. ...One must take the trouble to find them. And thanks to the Internet, many quality foods not in driving (or better, walking) distance are but a mouse click away. (77)</blockquote>
It is a ridiculously long passage to quote, so apologies, but friends, there is so much wrong in these paragraphs, and if I can't call it outright fiction, I at least want to question the nonfiction status of these words. Yes, some Americans (as well as probably some French people) choose junk despite plenty of education, income, and access to better options. Most people who eat junk regularly, however, have multi-layered reasons for doing so that have to do with what they lack: money, time, confidence, education, and access to these better choices. If you don't have a car, or a credit card, or a computer, these suggestions quickly become absurd.<br />
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As I write this, I realize this author is writing to a specific audience. She is demonstrating rhetorical awareness by understanding that the people who buy and read her book are likely to be upper middle class women who just want to think about being French for a few hundred pages. Perhaps they will actually take some good ideas from her suggestions and recipes - I haven't gotten to most of them yet. I am aware her target audience might respond well to this encouragement, so I shouldn't be so harsh.<br />
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<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-66654942015444026602014-10-18T12:02:00.000-04:002014-10-18T12:02:02.767-04:00The Killing Moon by N. K. JemisinA few weeks ago, when I finished the first book in a wonderful series for young readers (The Wilderking Trilogy by <a href="http://www.jonathan-rogers.com/" target="_blank">Jonathan Rogers</a>), I took a look at my reading log (a new <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2014/09/on-reading-logs-and-other-experiments.html" target="_blank">thing</a> I'm doing with my students) and realized I had a decided lack of color and femaleness in my selections. I don't always pay attention to such things, but because I'm requiring my students to see some diversity in their reading year, I chose N. K. Jemisin's <i>The Killing Moon</i> for my next read.<br />
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This one landed in my house as part of my first <a href="https://quarterly.co/products/book-riot" target="_blank">Book Riot Quarterly</a> box in May, and I hadn't gotten around to it. In fact, this is the first Book Riot Quarterly book I've read yet. Alas. I'm glad I picked it up because it is a good one. Go now to <a href="http://nkjemisin.com/" target="_blank">Jemisin's website</a>, and you can read the first few chapters yourself.<br />
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An excellent example of fantasy layered on historical fiction, <i>The Killing Moon</i> is set in Gujaareh, where peace is maintained by the Hatawa. This peace is built on the work that Gatherers and Sharers do - the Gatherers collect a tithe offered by the sick and the dying and the Sharers heal by using this tithe. This tithe is housed in the power of dreams, the dreamblood that is part of every soul as it is tethered to this earth and that is released when that tether is severed and the tithebearer goes peacefully to Ina-Karekh for eternity. It is an interesting concept, and the built world unfolds just right in this book - not too quickly, leaving the reader some good bits to chew over before new information is added.<br />
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The plot centers around Ehiru, a master Gatherer, and his apprentice Nijiri. Together with an ambassador/spy from a neighboring country, they uncover corruption within the leadership of their Hatawa and the Princedom, and though the plot is not complicated, it is still suspenseful and enjoyable. Jemisin's writing is even and thought-provoking, and though I didn't underline or pause long on any other of her fine sentences, this one is well-worth holding on to:<br />
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That line speaks truths a-plenty.<br />
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<i>The Killing Moon </i>is the first of two books in The Dreamblood series. I probably won't read the next one, but this one was fun and makes for a good recommendation to my fantasy-loving high school students.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-8050153512942332412014-10-10T16:35:00.001-04:002014-10-10T16:35:44.112-04:00You've Got MailWhat reader doesn't love this movie? Actually, don't tell me. I don't even want to know you. Some time ago, I watched this movie again and made the following notes:<br />
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<li>Starbucks is genius - it sells coffee and a defining sense of self</li>
<li>This movie is good despite Meg Ryan not because of her</li>
<li>Tom Hanks is brilliant. I want to watch <i>Big</i> now after watching him in that boat at the carnival</li>
<li>"I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small, and sometimes I wonder: do I do it because I like it? Or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book when shouldn't it be the other way around?"</li>
<li>So many annoying things: Why does she have THREE employees? What bookstore ever had the phones ringing and people at the door when it opened? And why a chapter book (<i>Boy)</i> during storytime? Ok. Maybe that last one doesn't totally annoy me, but curious still.</li>
<li>"It was that she was helping people become whoever they were going to turn out to be because when you read a book as a child it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life ever does."</li>
<li>Steve Zahn!! Mossy!!</li>
<li>Why would they ALL be at the NYC Fox Books all the time? Don't they have corporate offices?</li>
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Obviously, these are just a few small thoughts. And now that I'm typing this up, I may just have to watch it all again. Sigh.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-21349385994409532462014-10-05T21:33:00.001-04:002014-10-05T21:34:52.945-04:00Random Thoughts, Some About Teenagers<div>
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1. I've been grading Poetry notebooks, an <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2014/08/finding-poems.html" target="_blank">assignment</a> where students have to read poems until they find 5 they like, collect them in a notebook, and reflect on two of them. Some of the poems surprised me and even made me want to add them to my notebook. Some, on the other hand, were repeated so frequently I began to wonder what they revealed about my students. The most frequent poems? "<a href="http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise" target="_blank">Still I Rise</a>" by Maya Angelou, "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175772" target="_blank">If</a>" by Rudyard Kipling, "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536" target="_blank">The Road Not Taken</a>" by Robert Frost, "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174151" target="_blank">Annabel Lee</a>" by Edgar Allan Poe, and "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173527" target="_blank">Fire and Ice</a>" by Robert Frost. What does that tell me? That they all desire to be sassy, black women and strong young men who stay in love even after their childhood loves die, who take the uncharted path, and who aren't sure how the world will end? Hmmm....</div>
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4. Though I will try to argue otherwise in April and again in June, Fall is definitely my favorite season.</div>
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5. I ran 9 miles today, and it felt good. Half-marathon in two weeks. Then what?</div>
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6. I do not understand high school football and the fervor that surrounds it. Granted, the school I attended did not (and still does not) have a football team, but I cannot imagine being a grown-up with a real job, living across the country, and tuning in to watch your high school team play football on T.V. I do not understand making a young man feel that his athletic abilities are the most important thing on the planet, even for a few hours. I do not understand.</div>
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7. I need to grade some more.</div>
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-43313616146529650582014-09-13T07:40:00.001-04:002014-09-13T07:40:41.991-04:00What Are You Reading?As any reader knows, one of the best questions to be asked is "What are you reading?" - at least under the right circumstances. On a plane or a bus, not so much. I'd rather be reading, thank you. But, when my students ask.... that's another animal entirely. Those times when I can share my enthusiasm for the written word outside of whatever book I've assigned them are golden. If I've done my job right to that point, it is those tiny moments that teach them about books more than the moment we finish discussing Book 6 of <i>The Odyssey</i>.<br />
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Yesterday, the entire 10th grade and their teachers went to a nearby camp for the day. There was swimming, blobbing, soccer, ultimate frisbee, battleball, eno-ing, and more. Also, after destroying some 15-year-old boys on the soccer field (slight overstatement), this old lady decided to sit down with a book. In that hour, I probably hand-sold the book I'm reading a dozen times. And friends, it is an easy book to sell.<br />
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First, I show them the "cover" of <i>S. </i>by J. J. Abrams and Doug Dorst. The cover is actually a box/sleeve thing, but I start there because that is the name of the book: <i>S.</i> I remind them of who J. J. Abrams is (<i>Lost, Felicity, Star Trek</i> - which are, by the way, all things I have not watched), and their eyes light up a little.<br />
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It's made to look like an old library book, down to the sticker on the spine and the aged pages inside. It is fiction, written by the fictional V. M. Straka. In <i>S.</i>, it is the foundation of a grad student's research. The student, Eric, leaves the book outside his study carrel, and an undergraduate who works in the library, Jen, finds it, flips through it and his notes, and returns it to his carrel with a note penned inside:<br />
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Yep. If I'm a spectator at a 5K, a half marathon, a marathon, or a triathlon, you can count on me getting a little weepy. I know. That's weird. It is one of the weirdest things about my totally weird self. But it is also not weird if you think about it. Those races, especially the long ones, are a beautiful demonstration of the power we carry within us. There is, of course, the physical aspect. People are pushing their bodies to the limits, they are showing what it is to be strong, fit, lean, and fast. It is a thing of beauty. There is also the mental aspect, and often, it is this element that pushes me over the edge. When you consider the discipline, the focus, the sacrifices, and the effort these events demand - even for the totally able-bodied - you should stand in admiration. You should cheer their spirit and feel your own lifted as they run past. And when you can see the obstacles facing a competitor, when that runner is using a handcycle, or pushing a disabled adult child in a jogcycle, or running on a prosthetic limb, you should feel that spirit soar.<br />
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It is weird. But it is reflective of who I am, and Frederick Buechner has a word or two to say on that subject:<br />
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-84281569264599773282014-09-03T12:26:00.000-04:002014-09-03T20:22:57.521-04:00On Reading Logs and Other Experiments in TeachingThis year, my high school students are getting credit for reading. Wait, you ask, isn't that what an English class always does? Well, yes. And no.<br />
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See, high school students are always being assigned things to read, being assessed on their comprehension of what they read, being made to slog through a book they might not have read on their own, and all of these are good things. I do not believe it is wrong to train a student in how to persevere, in how to be disciplined, in how to tackle something outside of his/her comfort zone; however, I believe we have been teaching these skills in the absence of those other, readerly skills we all know and use:<br />
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How to choose a book. How to enjoy a book. How to stretch yourself from one type of reading to a new genre or style. How to have an opinion. How to reflect. How to abandon a book that is not serving you well.<br />
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These are the marks of a mature reader, and unfortunately, school doesn't often teach these, so if a student is not a reader already, he or she will never learn how to be one. And though it may be naive, I believe every student is already more of a reader than he/she may think and every student can be a mature reader. Even students who "hate" to read.<br />
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In an effort to encourage, develop, celebrate, and stretch these skills, I have reduced the number of complete works we will read together to make room for them to read things they choose themselves. I've had them create a Google Sheets <a href="https://docs.google.com/a/ccsk12.com/spreadsheets/d/1lcdBAv5VZiy6q0jINfQMd8lFEOnY7QXRfGQ0k0Nc4Ck/edit#gid=0" target="_blank">Reading Log</a> where they must record all titles (books, audiobooks, stories, poetry collections, articles, blogposts, etc...) they read this year. They will set goals for themselves at the beginning of each quarter, and they will be assessed on how satisfactorily they meet those goals and the ones I've established for every student. I've required them to read diversely (not just all white men) and to read something from at least two countries of origin. I've asked them to read at least one item from a list of genres I provided and to use their goal-setting as a way to stretch themselves each quarter.<br />
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It is an experiment. What if students fake it? How would I know? (in part, their weekly journals will do this, but it is still possible to fool me). What if students just don't do it? What if they still hate reading at the end of the year? (this last one is, of course, not just possible but likely in some cases).<br />
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But if just a handful of kids move from hating reading to seeing themselves as actively engaged readers, I will consider it a success. After all, what's more important: that they read every word of <i>The Odyssey</i> or that they appreciate words and writing in new and exciting ways?<br />
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I'm putting my money (and my grades) on the last one.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-41493252631358686662014-08-29T21:13:00.001-04:002014-08-29T21:13:16.390-04:00Things I Can't BelieveFrozen cows may have to be exploded.<br />
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I found this ages-old, unfinished post in my drafts and decided it was hilarious enough now to stand alone. Good night.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-4554443145785584442014-08-24T22:13:00.001-04:002014-08-24T22:13:54.852-04:00Falling Out of Time by David GrossmanDavid Grossman's new book, <i>Falling Out of Time,</i> is a wonderwork that defies genre, combining elements of drama, poetry, and novel into one tightly wound piece. And yes, it is difficult. It is not something you read carelessly. You must step into it much the way you enter a sacred place, with caution, hushing the noise of your footfalls, uncertain if you are supposed to be there among those who have gathered.<br />
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As most readers of Grossman's work know, his last novel, <i>To the End of the Land</i>, was written while his middle son was serving in the Israeli military. As the book was nearing completion, Grossman and his wife received the unbearable news that their son, Uri, had been killed in action. <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/09/27/the-unconsoled" target="_blank">This excellent article</a> from <i>The New Yorker</i> explains more about how Grossman was able to bear the unbearable, to grieve, and then to bring <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/11/tpr-challenge-9-david-grossman.html" target="_blank">the book</a> into the world. This latest book takes the everyday weight of that grief and makes it the main character. It invites the reader into a community of loved ones who do not know how to go on within that sadness.<br />
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Having not lost a child myself (and being thankful for that truth each day, of course), I was an outsider in this book. I did not enter it ready to identify my grief, to see it displayed on the page, but I recognized the truth of it all the same. It has some of the same tenor you hear in Grossman's beautiful eulogy for his son found <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/2006/aug/20/syria.comment" target="_blank">here</a>. And it reminds me of a story I was told years ago:<br />
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The language here sets the tone: <i>clang, recoils, wounded, disaster, cold</i>. These are the feelings that will infect every page, but for all its ferocity, I must admit: for the first portion of the book, I was left feeling a bit detached from it. Perhaps I was holding myself apart from the emotions, perhaps I was doing what anyone would do: self-preservation in the face of danger? Whatever the reason, I found myself returning each evening to those pages and feeling unconnected to their grief. I even had the unkind thought cross my mind: is this all it's going to do? Will there be no change?<br />
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But somewhere about midway through, I realized that the book was having a cumulative effect on me. Like the constancy of waves, it was drawing me under, and I was aware of my own heartbreak in the midst of theirs. The characters are abstractions - The Man, The Midwife, and yes, The Centaur. Like the 15-century play <i>Everyman</i>, this play denies its characters full identities in order to convey universal truths. So, I could read a series of exchanges between these relatively unknown characters and let them run and blur before my eyes, and I would feel the truth of this grief for all of us.<br />
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-63943518018759802052014-08-20T21:21:00.001-04:002014-08-20T21:21:13.728-04:00Finding PoemsA few years ago, I had the pleasure and honor of observing Robert Pinsky as he conducted a small class at the University where I was working. He was warm and smart and - unlike some poets - clearly invested in teaching. He mentioned a project he assigned wherein his students were expected to read lots of poems with the aim of collecting their favorites in a notebook. Just a simple binder, probably, and maybe there was more to it than that, but the idea struck me, even in its simplicity, as important. I have always read and written poetry (see the <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-first-drafts.html" target="_blank">Friday</a> and <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesday-first-drafts.html" target="_blank">Tuesday</a> First Drafts effort for more), but I didn't know many poems deeply. I didn't have any memorized, I didn't gather them, I had never attempted to curate a collection.<br />
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A few days later, I started my own Poetry Notebook, and today, I assigned one to my students. I asked them why they didn't read much (or any) poetry, and they said things like, "it just takes so much effort; when I read, I want a story to take me somewhere. I don't want to have to work to figure out what it means; I just never know what it's supposed to be about; I prefer stories because I can relate to the characters." I understand their hesitations all while I lament their unnecessary resistance. They don't yet know that poetry can be funny as well as "deep," that there isn't just one right answer to "what a poem means," and that the things requiring the most effort are often the most worthwhile.<br />
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Today, I began by freeing them to see poetry in more ways than one: in <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0snNB1yS3IE" target="_blank">spoken word</a> or <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/09/google-poems_n_2828665.html" target="_blank">google poems</a>; in haiku or sonnet; in found poetry or song lyrics. I showed them the spinning action in the <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/mobile/" target="_blank">Poetry Foundation app</a> and watched as many of them pulled out their devices and immediately began playing with it. I invited them into the books on my shelves and shared with them my Poetry Notebook. And perhaps most importantly, I read to them. In one class, I read <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/246572" target="_blank">"Bread"</a> by Richard Levine and maybe didn't do it justice because I don't know it well enough. In the other, I read E. E. Cummings' <a href="http://gladdestthing.com/poems/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing" target="_blank">poem</a> that begins<br />
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and that one, I know. I know it intimately, musically. It makes a loop somewhere around my ribcage and thrums in my fingertips. And I think they heard it. I can't wait to see what they find.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-81138854595849966972014-08-17T21:52:00.000-04:002014-08-17T21:52:04.073-04:00Or Something More Like a Stone Skipping Across the Surface of Water<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The school year has begun, so my self-assigned goal to remain present in this space has also begun. Look for posts once a week.</span> </div>
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It is not an uncommon reality for a reader to hit a rut. It has been written about with greater frequency, skill, and grace than I care to approach here, but I want to focus for a moment on a particular kind of reading frustration, one that I think often gets ignored. Towards the end of the summer, I got to spend time with two of my favorite people, both bookish friends. Naturally, they asked what I'd been reading lately, and I blanked. I had to check my list. I could think of only one that stood out in an entire summer of reading, and <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2014/07/what-is-honest-woman-anyway.html" target="_blank">that one</a> I wanted to dismiss as not worthy of my continued attention upon it. The problem was (is?) that none of the books I had been reading were capturing me completely. When I review my list, I can say with confidence that the last 16 books I have read have been good. I didn't actively dislike any of them (though my review of <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2014/08/i-kill-mockingbird-by-paul-acampora.html" target="_blank"><i>I Kill the Mockingbird</i> </a>might have leaned that way), but neither was I changed by them. Being moved, changed, inspired by a book is part of my core, and there is definitely something wrong when that hasn't happened in months of reading.</div>
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The question is: What causes the rut? (Not <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rut_(mammalian_reproduction)" target="_blank">that kind</a>.)</div>
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Is it merely coincidence? The stars aligning to give me a strong dose of average before some excellence comes my way?</div>
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Is it the State of Books Today? Just no.</div>
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I think I've been selecting the wrong books for the wrong reasons and reading them in the wrong ways. That's a lot of wrong, and if it's true, I've been lucky to get so many averages out of it. Take note of the evidence:</div>
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<br />That seems to prove the onus is on me. But take heart, friends, I'm reading now a book that I bought after reading a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/20/books/review/falling-out-of-time-by-david-grossman.html?_r=0" target="_blank">NYT review</a> of it. A book I wanted to read. A book I felt was important. Now, it won't likely be THE ONE. I've read <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/11/tpr-challenge-9-david-grossman.html" target="_blank">David Grossman</a> before, and it wasn't among my favorite books of all time, but still I am intrigued by this book and what it may demand of me. Because after all, a book is like any other relationship. If it doesn't demand anything of you, it's probably not offering much either.<br />
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I think it's about time I allowed my books to make some demands.</div>
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-42644177748753958042014-08-08T23:13:00.000-04:002014-08-08T23:13:19.222-04:00I Kill the Mockingbird by Paul Acampora<i>I Kill the Mockingbird</i> is a middle grades novel which focuses on three friends in the summer between their 8th and 9th grades. The main character is Lucy, and she shares the action with friend-but-maybe-more Michael and matchmaker-friend Elena. Together they decide to honor a recently deceased favorite teacher by "doing something" to make everyone want to read <i>To Kill a Mockingbird</i>. The internets were talking about this one a few months ago, so when I saw it on a recent book buying spree, I picked it up. Hard back. Independent Bookstore. Doing my part, people. Just doing my part.<br />
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So. The aforementioned internets buzz is mostly favorable. It talks about how great it is that the book can be focused on Harper Lee's classic <i>To Kill a Mockingbird</i> without being reductive or just some sort of sad spin off. It refers to the quick dialogue between these teens and their great social activism. It winces a little at some pandering to independent bookstores (What? It happens.) and the vague motivation for the great social activism, but overall decides it is a lovely little book. Pats it on the head.<br />
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But. BUT. I can't just leave it there. The whole time I was reading this book I was wishing it could have been better. Because all the things above are true. It IS great that it isn't reductive, and some of the dialogue is sharp, and who doesn't like to encourage teens to DO SOMETHING about what they care about? It's all good.<br />
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Unfortunately, y'all, it is not all good. It is, instead, a decent idea that is not very well-written and that has gaps in crucial concepts. Let's begin with the not very well-written. The aforementioned lack of actual motivation for the action is a big point, not something to just set aside. Because we never see or understand what a great teacher Fat Bob was (Yes, actually the character's name*), it is impossible to believe the attribution of this great movement to his memory. Lucy comes up with it in a throwaway manner, and as the action proceeds, it has less and less to do with any actual memorializing and more about this fun idea, which would have been enough. Teenagers do stuff sometimes just because it's fun.<br />
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I can't explain how stabby this makes me. I was on my feet, trying to get my husband to reenact some grabbing for my arm that could transform into a shove. It doesn't work. It also doesn't work that ALL that action could happen before "Elena rushes forward." From where? She was right next to Lucy. She was the one shoving her, remember? And then, Michael, who is right there when the hip bump/grab/shove happens, "joins us" having apparently missed it all. Not possible. And this is not an instance where I need to suspend some disbelief (as some of the cheery reviews suggested adults might have to do to enjoy it); it is thoroughly unnecessary unbelievable material.<br />
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Like when these friends (who have been friends so long they know what is in every drawer of each other's kitchens) want to build a website but think they don't know how, and Michael reveals he took a web design course at the community college last summer. How would they not know that? Did they spend all the previous summer assuming he was with them? Or wondering where he was during the day but never asking him? Or when Lucy is outside as the sun is setting, waiting for it to get dark before she does a thing I won't tell you because spoilers. We get "Soon, the stars begin to twinkle in the sky. While my eyes adjust to the darkness, I enjoy this clear, beautiful night that is filled with cricket songs and fireflies and ukuleles" (148). May I just suggest that if you are outside as night is falling, YOUR EYES DON'T HAVE TO ADJUST! THEY HAVE BEEN ADJUSTING ALL ALONG.<br />
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Just stabby, I tell you. <br />
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Bad writing aside, let's discuss how problematic it is to make social media and the internet a major plot point and then not accurately portray how those things work. Though lolcats would tell us otherwise, it is ridiculously difficult to "go viral." A website (which you apparently can just "make" using whatever name you'd like and not have to worry with any of the details involved with registering a domain, etc...) and posters in a 2-hour bus radius of Connecticut and brand new accounts with Facebook and Twitter and Instagram do not mean that within a week or two, you will have a national action campaign going. It's just not going to happen. Someone must have mentioned this to the author because there is an awkward attempt to explain how hard they work to engage their audience ("we communicate every day with anybody and everybody who stops by one of the Mockingbird sites") which is just so sad. Even that Facebook and Twitter and Instagram are listed like this, as though merely mentioning them gives you net cred or something. Later, Tumblr gets a mention. Bonus cred!<br />
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Clearly I was bothered by these things. As I mentioned, I wanted the book to be good for a couple of reasons. First, I agree with many of the points the author seems to be trying to make here. I would love to get behind a book with these messages. Secondly, Acampora does something refreshing and important by making unveiled but unloaded references to God, prayer, and the fact that Lucy and her family are Christians. Too often, we relegate any mention of Christian faith to the Christian bookstore as though Christianity can only be a balm to a believer or a tool to convince or condemn an unbeliever. Christianity is a truth in the lives of many, many teenagers, and I don't know of a single "mainstream" or real representation of what it means to be a teenager who believes in Christ. Despite all my stabbiness, I tip my hat to Acampora's ability to use faith as nothing more (but certainly nothing less) than a critical part of a character's identity.<br />
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Let me close with a reminder to myself. It doesn't have to be a perfect book, or even a very good one, to offer you something to think about. This book did that with this statement about cancer:<br />
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That, I like.<br />
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-80592651488207318962014-07-16T09:00:00.000-04:002018-07-03T13:53:01.672-04:00Wild by Cheryl StrayedForever ago, I posted a <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2013/01/reviewlettes.html" target="_blank">reviewlette on <i>Wild</i> by Cheryl Strayed</a>, but in looking through my notes, I feel I haven't done the book or my experience with it justice.<br />
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I read <i>Wild</i> one weekend in January while I sat with our dog, Finn. He had had a seizure and a mini-stroke and was essentially immobile for 36 hours. I sat and read and cried, certain I was watching him die. As I read, I began to dream and plan. I remembered how much I wanted to thru-hike in college and how Joel and I considered it again right after we got married and how we hardly ever hike with our kids. How was this possible? A thru-hike being impractical at this time, I decided (capital D Decision, there) we would section-hike the AT. And for once, we actually followed through with my hare-brained plan. Of course, as I noted yesterday, we are just barely getting started, and there are miles to go before we sleep, but I am thankful for Strayed's inspiring book.<br />
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I wasn't losing my mother, but the sense of loss that pervades this book was appropriate for that weekend of vigil-keeping. Finn rebounded that weekend, miraculously, and was able to hike with us last summer in West Virginia. Losing him last July was so very hard for me, but it was nothing compared to the loss of a parent, specifically a mother. A lot of the book deals with Strayed negotiating that loss, and rather than rehash some of that here, I will just include the passages that jumped out at me:<br />
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There is so much beauty and strength here, and man, that idea of blowing through your entire reserve every day is so - everything - to me. I don't. I know I don't do enough for my children. I hold back and devote myself to selfish things all too often. But I love this definition of a mother's love, and I aspire to something like it.<br />
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Once Strayed hit the trail, the loss became a story of things found, and there was so much to hold onto. Here are my favorite bits:<br />
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Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told (51)</blockquote>
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This passage where she is in a car, after being on the trail, reminded me of the importance of walking, of reducing our speed and increasing our intimacy with our places:<br />
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And this, THIS, about being in the wild. I couldn't love it more:<br />
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It had only to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles for no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the world, and as long as the wild existed it would always feel this way (207).</blockquote>
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So, have you read <i>Wild</i>? Are you looking forward to the movie adaptation or dreading it? Do you have a story about a book inspiring some big change in your life? Share, friends!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-47655101383309619582014-07-10T14:40:00.000-04:002014-07-10T14:40:46.809-04:00What is an Honest Woman, Anyway?I'm a book monogamist. With the exception of being able to listen to an audiobook while also reading a paper or digital book, I usually read one book at a time. Here lately, though, I've been slinking around with multiple books at once.<br />
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Here's how it happened: I was reading Edith Hamilton's classic <i>Mythology</i> as preparation for the fall. This is a good thing since I have assigned it as required summer reading for my classes. But I've read it before, though years ago, and am already solid on my mythology foundation, so everything was familiar. Dare I say it was a bit boring? (For most of my students, it will be their introduction to these myths, so I'm crossing my fingers. My son loves it and wants me to read him more from it, so there's hope). But it's true. I was bored by my own selection. So, I found myself wanting something else to read at night before bed and chose Per Petterson's <i>Out Stealing Horses</i>, which someone recommended to me a life ago. It is good. Quiet and good and chewy and thoughtful, and I will have a full set of thoughts on it soon. That's just two, totally manageable books. One for day/work; one for night/pleasure. All was well.<br />
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But then, during our recent travels, I was exploring <a href="https://www.oysterbooks.com/" target="_blank">Oyster</a> some more (lots of good stuff there, y'all.) and found <a href="http://markbittman.com/book/food-matters/" target="_blank">Mark Bittman's <i>Food Matters</i></a>. It's something I could read while the extended family watched TV in the evenings, and though it is not nearly as well-written or inspiring or ... anything as <a href="http://michaelpollan.com/" target="_blank">Michael Pollan</a> and others, it does a fine job outlining some basic concepts, and I will try several of the recipes he includes. In fact, I will probably share more on that front as part of Trish's <a href="http://www.lovelaughterinsanity.com/2014/07/cook-it-up-a-cookbook-challenge.html" target="_blank">Cook it Up: A Cookbook Challenge</a>. When I finished that, I needed something I could read on my kindle at night because my better half was getting up ridiculously early to volunteer at the <a href="http://www.greenbrierclassic.com/" target="_blank">Greenbrier Classic</a> PGA tournament, and I didn't want to keep a light on any later than necessary. So, I turned to my most recent download - Amy Krouse Rosenthal's <a href="http://www.encyclopediaofanordinarylife.com/" target="_blank">Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life.</a> I knew AKR only as a picture book author, so this book was a surprise to me - on so many levels. Let's just say this book made an honest woman out of me. I dropped all other possible reading options to devour this one whole, and I highly recommend it.<br />
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Laughter is a key component in any relationship I embark on, so the fact that I was laughing out loud at the Reader's Agreement before the book even began was a very good sign indeed. And I just kept on laughing - to the point of tears at times. Isn't that feeling tremendous? When you're cheeks hurt a little, and you're trying not to be loud, and your stomach is all tight, and the edges of your eyes get wet? I love that. I also loved the encyclopedia-style brief entries of this book, which still manage to hang together in a thoughtful and cohesive way. AKR creates an odd and comforting intimacy here, and I'm betting I'm not the only one who now feels like Amy (yeah, I call her Amy now) and I could be friends. We have so much in common! We both get anxious about Vending Machines! We both feel strongly about Busy! We both get weird about Clapping along at a concert or other large group event!<br />
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But don't take my advice on it. Do what <a href="http://www.powells.com/blog/what-im-giving/sherman-alexie-what-im-giving-by-sherman-alexie/" target="_blank">Sherman Alexie suggested</a> and buy this book for your friends. I know I will.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-66165299092936491362014-06-26T14:00:00.000-04:002014-06-26T14:00:00.676-04:00brought to you by the letter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am always the one who breaks chain letters or recipe chains via email or whatever kind of chain you might be sending my way. But this chain, started by Simon of <i><a href="http://www.stuck-in-a-book.blogspot.com/2014/06/todays-post-is-brought-to-you-by-letter.html" target="_blank">Stuck in a Book</a></i> fame and continued by one of my first favorite bloggers, Frances at <a href="http://nonsuchbook.typepad.com/nonsuch_book/2014/06/todays-post-is-brought-to-you-by-the-letter.html" target="_blank">Nonsuch Book</a>, is one I can handle. Here's how Simon explained it:<br />
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My <b>favorite author</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>is a bit harder. The Gs section of my home library is very small, but a walk in there immediately reminded me of a very important writer in my reading life: Denise Giardina. Giardina is an Appalachian writer whose <i>Storming Heaven</i> was crucial to my development as a person, a thinker, and an activist. This <a href="http://www.americanswhotellthetruth.org/portraits/denise-giardina" target="_blank">site</a> counts her among the Americans Who Tell the Truth, and I'm honored to have met her briefly years ago and to have heard the truths she tells in all her books.</div>
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The first thing that came to mind when I considered my <b>favorite song</b> was Dave Matthews Band's "Grace is Gone," but let's be clear: not the version on <i>Busted Stuff</i>. Only and always <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lillywhite_Sessions" target="_blank">the Lillywhite Sessions</a>. But then, I started scrolling through the old iPod and realized there are so many other great G songs! There's the one I sing to my son most nights: "Godspeed" by Dixie Chicks. Or the one I listened to first on my mama's record: "God Bless the Child" by Blood, Sweat & Tears. Or the one that breaks. me. every. time: "<a href="http://youtu.be/fh1a58QU1zc" target="_blank">Give Me Your Hand</a>" from Enter the Worship Circle. The video is not nearly as powerful as the track, but man. </div>
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My <b>favorite film</b> is also not easy. I like movies, but I don't carry them with me like I do books and music. Once I started thinking about it, though, the hits - they just kept on coming: <i>Gremlins, Ghostbusters, Goonies, Good Will Hunting, Grease, The Godfather, </i>and so many more. But the only one that stands out as a true favorite for me is <i>Gone With the Wind</i>. I so loved that film, probably still do. I identified with Scarlett O'Hara so hard and loved it when a boy once said my eyes looked like Vivian Leigh's. Oh, <i>GWTW</i>. It just doesn't get better than this:</div>
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And finally my <b>favorite object</b>. My favorite object? I honestly don't know how to answer this question. The best my husband could come up with is grass, and it's true. I do love grass, but that doesn't seem to fit the question exactly. So, perhaps my gardening gloves. Or my coffee grinder (because LAWD do I love my first cup of coffee in the morning). Or grapes. Yeah, I like grapes.<br />
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That's it. If you want your own letter, comment below. I'll hook you up. And it won't be something stupid like X.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-512788761836082982014-06-25T14:03:00.001-04:002014-06-25T14:03:30.177-04:00Accidental Reading EncountersBack in the Spring, I was talking with a colleague about our family goal to section-hike the AT, and he asked if I had read Jennifer Pharr Davis' <i>Becoming Odyssa</i>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Pharr_Davis" target="_blank">Davis</a> holds the record for fastest thru-hike after she completed the trail in 46 days in 2011. 46 days, y'all. That is just other-worldly to me. At the rate we're going, it may take our family 46 years to finish. Anyway, a little off-trail magic must have ensued because it was just a few days later that <i>Becoming Odyssa </i>came available as the kindle Daily Deal, which meant I could download it for $1.99. Naturally, that's just what I did. That night, I climbed in bed with my kindle and couldn't find the new title. It wasn't on my device, it wasn't listed in the cloud. I was stumped. The next morning, my 9-year-old said, "You know what I was reading about last night, Mama? The Appalachian Trail." She was beaming, and I realized that I must have accidentally sent it to her kindle instead of mine. Lord only knows how much she had already read, and I couldn't tell her NOT to read it, but I had no idea what I had done. What if it was horribly inappropriate? Later that day, I checked some reviews and found that the biggest problem most readers had with it were her references to her faith and God. As we are all happy Jesus-followers up in here, I had no problem and assumed all was well.<br />
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Since then, my girl has probably read this book 5 times. I kid you not. It is a touchstone, a magical truth-telling, and I'm so glad she has found it. I finally read it this week, and though it was not totally "safe" for a young girl, I'm not upset at all about her stumbling upon this book. It is better-written than I expected, and I too was captivated with being "on the trail" with Davis. It made me long to be hiking, much as I'm sure it has grown a love for hiking in my daughter.<br />
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In <i>Becoming Odyssa</i>, Davis recounts the experiences of her first thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail in 2005. A thru-hike is when a hiker walks every mile of the AT continuously, though short breaks "off trail" are customary, and there are many versions of a thru-hike these days. Though Davis is thorough and provides lots of good details, you can't really rely on Davis' account as a guidebook or preparation for your own thru-hike because she hikes fast. Even when she wasn't trying to set records, Davis covers A LOT of ground each day. Her seasons and the experiences that accompany some of her landmarks will not match those of the average hiker. Still, the book is good, and I am once again inspired to hit the trail - and my girl is too.<br />
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One of my favorite things about reading this book after my daughter is that I could see the notes and highlights she made. In one passage, Davis comments on how the trail reminded her of God's presence, and I was so happy to find my girl commenting with "Me too!" The other passage she highlighted is long, but I'm going to include part of it here because it represents the girl she is and the young woman she is becoming:<br />
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I also knew that something deep within me connected with nature, hard work, and simplicity. I learned that I was both stubborn and tough, a lot tougher than I thought I was, especially when I let other people help me. I knew that I was beautiful, despite what other people said, and I appreciated my body based on what it could do instead of how it looked. I also knew that I was truly blessed, blessed with a wonderful family and wonderful friends. Another thing I knew for certain: after four months in the woods, I knew exactly what, or rather who, I was going back to. I was going back to my family. ... I had certainly gone longer periods of time without seeing them before, but there was something different about this experience. In a strange way, the challenges and miles of this trip did not distance me from my family, but made me feel closer to them.</blockquote>
I can think of worse things for a girl to stumble upon and be inspired by. What about you? Have you had an accidental reading encounter like this one? What did it mean for you?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01758927721152378470noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-911130560032069160.post-77275971489449969692014-06-20T09:54:00.000-04:002014-06-20T10:02:51.883-04:00Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie (TPR #19)There is a shelf in my home library that I affectionately call the Power Shelf. Sitting together there, so nicely, are Marilynne Robinson, Salman Rushdie, and John Steinbeck. Sometimes, it makes my heart smile just knowing they are there. These are three of the most important writers in my reading life, and I'm glad to hear of Rushdie's <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2014/06/20/323858626/book-news-salman-rushdie-wins-pen-pinter-prize-for-unflinching-gaze" target="_blank">PEN/Pinter Prize</a> today. I read <i>The Satanic Verses</i> and <i>Midnight's Children</i> in college and was changed by them both. It was <i><a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-on-moor.html" target="_blank">The Moor's Last Sigh</a></i> that really brought this blog to life <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/05/shame.html" target="_blank">back in 2010</a>. He is simply one of the best in the business, and I'm always thankful for his work and his words.<br />
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He's also one of those voices collected in the <i>Paris Review Interviews</i> collection that sparked what I call the TPR Challenge. Here's <a href="http://wordyevidenceofthefact.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-awaited-tpr-challenge-post.html" target="_blank">the post</a> where it all kicked off, or you can go to the tab above to see the full list and progress (with links). It's funny to me that I thought the project could take as much as a year (!) four years ago. Ha! My original plan was to read his <i>Luka and the Fire of Life</i>, which I still want to read, but after a colleague raved about his <i>Haroun and the Sea of Stories</i>, that's what I chose most recently, and it was wonderful. This little novel is accessible to a young audience while still being engaging and thought-provoking to the adult reader. It tells the story of young Haroun, his father, Rashid Khalifa, "whose cheerfulness was famous throughout that unhappy metropolis, and whose never-ending stream of tall, short and winding tales had earned him not one but two nicknames. To his admirers he was Rashid the Ocean of Notions, as stuffed with cheery stories as the sea was full of glumfish; but to his jealous rivals he was the Shah of Blah," and their adventures to save the Ocean of the Streams of Story on the Moon, Kahani. It is a smart and entertaining tale that introduces magical realism to young readers beautifully. In fact, this passage from the book explains the idea well: "He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real."<br />
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'But it's not as simple as that,' he told himself, because the dance of the Shadow Warrior showed him that silence had its own grace and beauty (just as speech could be graceless and ugly); and that Action could be as noble as Words; and that creatures of darkness could be as lovely as the children of the light.</blockquote>
This is no easy fairy tale with a typical hero narrative. It challenges our Rushdie does much with the idea of contrasts and duality and multiple perspectives. He comments on this idea in the interview:<br />
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My life has given me this other subject: worlds in collision. How do you make people see that everyone's story is now a part of everyone else's story? (Vol. III 361)</blockquote>
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The question of how shall we live is a never-answered question. It's a constant argument. In a free society we argue about how we shall live, and that's how we live. The argument is the answer, and I want to be in that argument. It's democracy: the least bad system available. (385)</blockquote>
There is much more in the interview and in <i>Haroun</i>. I encourage you to read them both, to share <i>Haroun and the Sea of Stories</i> with the young people in your life, and maybe even to (like me) pick up <i>Luka and the Fire of Life</i> and keep enjoying this particular side of the always fascinating Salman Rushdie.<br />
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