Saturday, January 15, 2011

A Year in Books 2010

Woman Reading in a Study
Mary Ferris Kelly

Feeding my obsession for keeping track of things like this, here’s a review of books I read in 2010

Books read (and completed): 29

Books started and abandoned: 5

Fiction: 20

Non-Fiction: 8

Library books: 14

Set in British Isles: 9

Set in Ireland: 3

Favorites:

Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet (David Mitchell)

The setting and time period were both new to me -- a remote island trading post for the Dutch East India Company off the coast of Nagasaki in the 18th. The plot was a heady mix of political intrigue, murder, passion, unrequited love, loyalty, betrayal, brutality and tenderness, and the characters were fascinating - a colorful mix of all sorts of low lifes, scoundrels, thieves and toadying bureaucrats into whose midst came a few brave souls determined to do the right thing even though it placed them at great risk. I was fascinated with all the details about Japanese court etiquette and protocol, and the clash of East/West cultural values and norms.

Alias Grace (Margaret Atwood)

Atwood is a talented writer with a knack for telling a compelling story. And at the same time she expects the reader to do a fair share of the work as well. In this case we’re introduced early on to the fact that a terrible crime has been committed, but we’re not so sure that the woman who has been convicted of it really is guilty. Or (and here things get even more interesting) if she is guilty, was she really aware of what she was doing? Even more interesting is that she is based on a real person who was tried for the murder of Thomas Kinnear and Nancy Montgomery in 1843, sentenced to prison, ended up in the “lunatic asylum” for a while and was eventually granted a pardon.

Strong Poison (Dorothy Sayers)

I don't think I'll ever get tired of reading and re-reading anything that Dorothy Sayers has written. (with the exception of her scholarly works - like her translation of Dante's Divine Comedy!) And this is the book where Lord Peter Wimsey first meets his future wife - the savvy Harriet Vane, writer of mystery novels who has been wrongly accused of poisoning her former lover. Lord Peter, ever on the scene when there is a mystery to be solved, immediately suspects she is innocent and steps in to prove it, especially since he has decided that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Harriet on the other hand, isn't so sure and as it turns out it takes two more books (Have his Carcase and Gaudy Night)before she makes up her mind.

Final Payments (Mary Gordon)

This is a book about a young woman’s efforts to come to terms with who she is after having spent 11 years of her life caring for her invalid father. It’s about people who refuse to allow themselves to be happy, and what can happen to them when they cannot let go of their illusions about who they want other people to think they are. It’s about how difficult it is to face our insecurities, weaknesses, and obsessions in order to make changes that are difficult to make. I first read it 30 years ago and what struck me most forcibly back then was the way Gordon captured what it was like carrying around the kind of baggage that remained behind for those of us who were raised in staunchly observant Catholic families in the late 50’s and early 60’s. Even though I think I’ve gotten rid of most of that baggage, re-reading this book brought a lot of it back into focus.

Room (Emma Donaghue)

I was skeptical about whether the author would be able to carry off the voice of a five year old child who had spent his entire life living with his mother trapped in a tiny little room. My verdict is that she succeeded. The plot intrigued me but what I liked best about the book were the characters: Jake was at the same time achingly innocent and wise beyond his five years. And his mother's fierce determination to create as normal a life as possible for her son while at the same time scheming to escape their prison made her a compelling character.

Least Favorites:

Yiddish Policeman’s Union (Michael Chabon)

I kept plugging away at this expecting that sooner or later I'd get as enthused as I was by the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. But it never happened. The plot - an alternative history look at what might have happened had the post holocaust Jews been unable to settle in Israel after WWII and instead were granted temporary residence in Alaska -- was just far fetched enough to intrigue me. And the mystery about who killed the heroin addicted, gay potential Messiah and ex-wonder child who was also a chess prodigy hooked me once I got into it. But in the end the book just didn't deliver. Equally mysterious is the question of how this novel could possibly have won two prestigious awards for science fiction writing!!

The Story of Edgar Sawtille (David Wroblewski)

The problem with belonging to a book discussion group is having to waste valuable reading time on a book like this one. Initially I was drawn to the character of the mute young boy who used sign language to communicate with the dogs he and his family were training. And I did enjoy the parts of the book that had to do with the dogs themselves - especially since they seemed so real (and so lovable!) But beyond that….I can nothing else positive to say about this book.


The Last Wife of Henry VIII (Carolly Erickson)

The only reason I read this was because for some strange reason I’m a sucker for all things Tudor. Usually I'm a little more discriminating about books I read that have to do with this period, so it beats me why I kept reading after I discovered that the author had taken enormous liberties with the life of Catherine Parr, Henry VIII's last wife. Not only were facts and dates distorted, important characters eliminated and others invented but equally unfortunate was Erickson’s tendency to lapse into a writing style that seemed closer to what might be expected between the covers of a romance novel, or the script of a soap opera. And yet I suppose I shouldn't be so critical. After all, I kept right on reading.

In translation:

Out Stealing Horses (Per Pederson)

The reader is gradually drawn into what the main character is remembering about an incident that happened back in 1948 when he and his father spent a summer in a remote cabin in Norway..What I found most remarkable about this book is how adept the author was at letting us discover the depth of Trond’s feelings even though Trond himself was so unable to articulate them.

Re-read:

Huckleberry Finn (Mark Twain)

Strong Poison (Dorothy Sayers)

Final Payments (Mary Gordon)

Most Depressing

Famine (Liam O’Flaherty)

Oldest

Huckleberry Finn

Most recent:

Room

Recommended by others

Dogs of Bedlam Farm (Jon Katz, recommended by Lissa Brown)

Barn at the End of the World (Mary Rose O’Reilley, recommended by Paul Tanner)

Wolf Hall (Hillary Mantel, recommended by Paul Tanner)

The Help(Kathryn Stockett, recommended by my mother)

Best Title

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

Favorite Character

Lord Peter Wimsey (Strong Poison) is at the top of my list of fictional characters I would most like to be able to spend some time with! But it would have to be a strictly Platonic relationship because after all he is a married man, completely devoted to Harriet Vane after having had to work so hard to convince her to marry him. But I’m in love with him nonetheless which is why I’ll keep on reading and re-reading all the books Dorothy Sayers has written with him in the spotlight.

Books by authors who were siblings – both were Vita Sackville-West’s grandchildren

The Perfect Summer – Juliet Nicolson

Sissinghurst – Adam Nicolson

Favorite quotes:

The next day dawned bright and fair, and Wimsey felt a certain exhilaration as he purred down to Tweedling Parva. ‘Mrs. Merdle’, the car was sparking merrily on all twelve cylinders, and there was a touch of frost in the air. These things conduce to high spirits. (Strong Poison)

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged. (Alias Grace)

Time is important to me now, I tell myself. Not that it should pass quickly or slowly, but only be time, be something I live inside and fill with physical things and activities that I can divide it up by. So that it grows distinct to me and does not vanish when I am not looking. (Out Stealing Horses)


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

More ideas


illustration by Marie Cardouot
for the DIXIT boardgame

I had so much fun coming up with books for my reading challenge (see previous post) that I decided to come up with an entirely new challenge -- and it doesn't even have to do with reading!

Surprise someone:
Try a new food:
Check the voting record of one of your US legislators:
Do something you were going to do last year, but never got around to:
Write a LETTER to a facebook friend and send it via snailmail:
Memorize something:
Perform a random act of kindness:
Get rid of something you really don't need anymore:

Let me know if you'd like to join me in this challenge!

illustration by Marie Cardouot
for the DIXIT boardgame

Monday, January 3, 2011

Reading challenges

image by Deborah DeWitt Marchant

Thanks to my good friend Emma, I've discovered a plethora of readers' blogs and reading challenges. Some of them are fairly complicated - with ground rules, sign up forms, feedback links, point systems and award procedures based on the number of books completed by a certain date. Others are much more relaxed, consisting simply of categories and tags for selecting books to be read in the coming months. I opted for the latter and had fun looking around until I finally decided on the "Back to the Classics" challenge:

And here's my list:
A Banned Book: Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
A Book with a Wartime Setting (any war) - The Winds of War, Herman Wouk
A Pulitzer Prize (fiction) Winner - The Good Earth, Pearl S. Buck (1935)
A Children's Classic - The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Graham
19th Century Classic - Middlemarch, George Elliot
20th Century Classic - The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton
A book that could be considered a 21st Century classic - ????
A book to re-read from college - Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Friday, December 24, 2010

A Christmas Story


It doesn't get much better than this: the day before Christmas, a gentle snow falling outside, a mug of hot spiced cider and Denny in the kitchen making apple crisp to take to the reception following Christmas Eve Mass ....


Meanwhile I'm thinking of something that happened a year ago while I was shopping at Macy's for a gift for my dad. It was one of those chance encounters with a stranger and I've been thinking about it ever since because it's a good reminder that sometimes even the things we tell ourselves we don't like about the Christmas season can turn out to be just as significant as the things we do.

Usually I avoid the big shopping malls and department stores because I can't stand the overpriced, mass-produced sameness of what's found there along with the glitzy kitchiness of the decor, the crowded lines of irritable frazzled shoppers, the canned Christmas music and everything else that contributes to what usually ends up being a wasted couple of hours.

But I had gone shopping at Macy's because I had run out of ideas. I used to enjoy coming with special gifts for my dad. But that was back in the days before he began disappearing into wherever he has gone now that dementia has carried him away. He's turning into someone it breaks my heart to see. And trying to find a Christmas present for him had become an ordeal. I'd run out of ideas and so in desperation I decided to give up and buy him a sweater.


The men's department at Macy's was crowded with shoppers including a young woman with purple spiked hair and pierced studs in her eyebrows, nose and lips. She was wearing black fishnet stockings under a very short, very tight skirt and her equally tight and extremely low-cut tank top revealed just about all there was to see of her two lavishly tattooed breasts. I couldn't help thinking she looked a little out of places shopping at Macy's. But when she walked up to me and asked if she could help me I couldn't believe it. She actually worked there! How on earth did she get hired? Doesn't Macy's have some sort of dress code for their employees? Apparently not.

But as usually turns out to be the case when we are forced to confront the reality behind the people we tend to stereotype, she turned out to be far different from the person I - in my unfortunate tendency to be judgmental - had initially taken her to be.

She greeted me warmly with a lovely smile that made me overlook the shiny black lipstick she was wearing and asked if she could help me find something. I told her I was looking for a gift for my dad, and then to my horror I felt my eyes fill up with tears and I just stood there hoping she wouldn't notice. But she had noticed and to my amazement she reached out and lightly placed her hand on my arm. I noticed that she was wearing a metal bracelet that looked like it had been purchased in a hardware store, and each of her fingers was tattooed with a letter to spell out the word L-O-V-E.

"Is your dad sick?" she asked with a genuine look of compassion in her eyes. So I told her that yes, as a matter of fact he is indeed very sick and we are afraid it's Alzheimer's. "I'm so sorry," she said and something about the way she said it made me think she really meant it.

I told her I was looking for a sweater, a cardigan perhaps, but it had to be something he could put on easily because buttons were a problem for him.

"I think I know the perfect thing," she said, motioning for me to follow her past racks of overpriced merchandise to the back of the store where things were less pricey. She picked up a dark gray sweater with large buttons and big buttonholes. "I practically live in this sweater in the winter time," she said, adding that she likes to shop in the men's department for warm clothes. And then I noticed that sure enough, she was in fact wearing the same sweater. It just hadn't been that obvious - given the short skirt and low-cut tank top beneath it.

So I bought the sweater and while she was wrapping it in tissue, she looked at me and said, "I don't know if you're into prayers or not, but I am. And so I want you to know that from now on whenever I wear this same sweater I'll say a little prayer for your dad."

I gave my dad the sweater for Christmas last year.

Of all the gifts I've ever given him something tells me perhaps this one was the most important.



Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thanksgiving 2010

We give thanks for the beauty of creation.....
" Garden steps" M. Beek

.... for human life, for common hopes and hardships,
and the joy we find in loving others,

.....for work to do and the strength to do it,
.....for laughter, companionship and support...


For children:
for their energy and curiosity, for their brave play and startling frankness,
for their sudden sympathies....

For the young:
for their high hopes and dreams, their craving for freedom and adventure, and
their bold experiments as they try to figure out who they are and what
direction to follow...

For the old:
for their passion for what is significant, their growth in wisdom
deepened by experience, and the lessons they are learning
about letting go...

For all of us as we move through our lives:
for help in time of doubt and sorrow, for safety in times of danger,
for rest in times of leisure, and for time itself made precious by
its passing...

For courage and compassion,
for integrity and mindfulness,
And for the insights we find in the spiritual traditions that nurture us....


"Buddha" Laura Lian

...let us give thanks on this Thanksgiving.