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

Thursday, October 15, 2020

I was Saturday years old

Finished reading a book, "Committed to Memory: 100 Best Poems to Memorize". Way too heavy on the 17th and 18th century male writers so I can't really recommend it. It's going in the give away box. 

However, a poem at the beginning struck me. 

Not like the brazen giant of Greek,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her  mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she. 
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddle masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Sen these, the homeless, tempest-post to me,
I life my lamp beside the golden door!"

Here I thought those words were at the beginning of a poem or perhaps the entirety of the poem. Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus

Beverage:  Dark Chocolate Cocoa

Deb

 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Things I See; A Library's Goodies

Last fall, I had the joy of inspecting a fairly new library in the Albany Park neighborhood of Chicago. What could be more exciting? An English major in a library BEFORE it opens. I had to wander the stacks too because I had to look at the ceiling where the stacks were. I have an observation which was eye-opening to me.

Libraries in multi-cultural neighborhoods need to have books in the languages of their neighbors.


I feel like such a dork for not realizing that. Of course, I don't know which Asian language or languages this is, but there was a whole row of such books. It also made me realize that, although I knew it, lending libraries are global. If you speak Spanish, but your library doesn't carry Spanish-language books, the reach of a lending library means you can get books in your language. This is a head-to-desk realization.

When I was growing up, inter-library loan was a thing. Mainly, it was in the loaning of large print or Braille books. I knew people who would go to the local library and ask for the list of large print books. They had to wait awhile because these came from the big libraries or, in some cases, the university libraries, but they would arrive to our little library in Monona. I remember the librarian let me see one. Whoa! 18, 24, 28 point type. A 150 page book could balloon in page size to double that. You could kill small animals with the size of the book. But the librarian emphasized that people with failing eyesight should be allowed to read, too.

Libraries have had to remake themselves as the world goes digital. The days are long gone where you could wander the stacks of a library, finding treasures in the back; books which hadn't been checked out in 10 years. I loved to look through those, even if I didn't check them out. My local library has removed some of their stacks, replaced by an increase in the display area of periodicals (I'm not against that.), more music and movie offerings; and more classes. I have a cross-stitch club I go to every fourth Tuesday of the month, assuming I'm not traveling. There are more computers available for those without reliable access. But the large number of stacks, which I remember wandering in the 1980's, are gone. It's just the nature of a library nowadays. If I want something, they can get it via inter-library loan, but I do miss wandering and finding something I didn't know existed.

This library in Albany Park, was sparse from a browsing point of view. They are heavily focused into community programs. Being part of the Chicago Library system, there is no need to have a vast amount of paper materials in the building. Instant access in requesting books is provided. You can do it yourself from one of the terminals around the library. They have an outdoor reading area where you bring your own things or books you have checked out. It was quite inviting.

I have great fondness for the library I grew up with. That is probably as much due to the librarian who was very invested in getting kids and their parents to read. It was just assumed you went there. That libraries address the reading needs of their diverse communities should not have come as a surprise to me. I'm kind of ashamed it never occurred to me before I had to inspect one.

Beverage:  Water

Deb

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Could I Sustain This Idea?

My news feed contains the weird and the wacky, the curious and the odd, the informational and the intriguing. An article came through from a website called Atlas Obscura. It was about notebooks.

To summarize, (I should note, if you follow the link, this is the image on the page.) people, from the time of writing, kept notebooks. Within these pages, all manner of ephemera was detailed; from the comings and goings of ships, to  quotes found in books, to ideas, to mementos of events attended. Each of these is a record of a person's day; a person's life. Scholars look back on these books with great zeal because they help flesh out life in a long forgotten time. In combining these notebooks with official documents, a more complete portrait of an era can be created.

The author likened these notebooks to our collective obsession with chronicling our lives on Facebook, Snapchat, Pinterest and blogging. The minutiae of life we post with enthusiasm. I get the feeling these books weren't for public consumption, but rather to be referred back to when the authors had one of those, "Now what was I thinking? What was that idea?" moments. That happens so much more than we'd like to admit.

I like buying journals. I had, at one point, an affinity for writing things down and I have a drawer containing 3-4 empty journals, just waiting for me to crack their pages. I have this blog which could be the digital form of the zibaldone mentioned in the article. It's got me to thinking. I bought some colored gel pens because I like writing letters in different colors other than black or blue. What if I turned that like onto the pages of a journal? Would I keep it up or is this another idea to be dumped into the heap of ideas which never see fruition? Maintaining my blog could be enough for me, but I do love scribbling on paper. I'll have to think on this, but the whole concept is fascinating.

Beverage:  English Breakfast Tea

Deb

Monday, January 23, 2017

Ahhh, the Reading Life

We're trained to be at jobs early. We need to wait for our clients. Our clients should never wait for us. And, when we have a bevy of inspections to do, we try to stack them together with a few minutes between them, to maximize the day. But, that doesn't always happen due to people's schedules. In both of these cases; you find that it doesn't take as long to get to a job as you planned or you have time in between inspections; there is "dead" time to fill. I always carry something to read with me. It can be my latest book or one of the magazines off the stack, but there is always something to read.

In October, when we had the large number of inspections on one project, I managed to get through a book and a half, just in down time. Since I made most of the appointments and was doing most of the inspection work, I built lunch into my schedule. There was a Subway adjacent to the job site and I spent many lunches in a corner, reading the latest book from the stash. I'm still working through Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. I only got half-way through the chronological order of books so I have the rest to read this year. I love what is called the mass-market paperback size. It fits in camera bags.

On one day, I found myself waiting on a supervisor to let me into the next set of buildings to inspect. North Park University has a lovely area right in front of their main administrative building.


There are benches around the area just inviting you to sit down and relax. The gentleman told me he was going to be about 30 minutes late and apologized profusely. "Not a problem," I said. "I can sit here and wait. The benches are comfortable."


I don't remember which book this was, but it was the next one in order. I think I got close to 30 pages into the book before he was able to come get me for the next buildings.

Getting lost in a good book can detach you from reality. I know this all too well. I've picked up the latest read and thought, "I have an hour. I'll just read the next 50 pages or so." The next thing I know, it's 3 hours later, I haven't eaten and the book is 3/4th finished. If you're not interrupted by anything, time evaporates into the pages. I love sitting outside and reading. Of course, there's nothing quite like having Pilchard in my lap when I'm reading, but the smell of fresh air and sunshine seems to make the novel's characters more alive. This day was overcast and devolved into heavy rain, but just being outside, in an inviting place for reading, lifted the mood of the whole day.

If I had money, I'd have an enclosed porch added to the house, where I could open floor to ceiling windows and sit in pools of sunshine and read. Of course, if I had the money, one of the first things would be to add a library. Mmmmmm...

Beverage:  Dunkin Donuts tea

Deb

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Two Paws Way Up

In spite of all the craziness, I have been reading. In early June, I read a book you simply must get.


I have followed this comic strip for over a year now. My friends, April and Perry Tarantine, sent me a link. The premise is a CNN-style team of cat reporters giving the news from the perspective of cats. In December, the artist did a whole series "Our IX Lives", a cat-themed soap opera. It was hilarious. Every single soap opera trope you can thing of, well, possibly excepting the unintended pregnancy or mysterious death, was in this strip. You can find the current panels at GoComics, and search A-Z for "Breaking Cat News". The link for the soap opera takes you to the first chapter of story. Or go to the blog list on the right and click on the link. Just keep reading. You won't be sorry. Ms. Dunn's editors are trying to get her into syndication in major newspapers across the US. If you like what you read, write a note to the editor asking them to carry the strip.

This book is a compendium of all the strips from the beginning through last year. The cats; Elvis, Puck and Lupin; are based on Ms. Dunn's own cats. Elvis is a siamese and is the most high-strung of the three. Puck, the black cat, is missing a leg. Their own Puck is also missing part of his right leg. Lupin is white with two-color eyes, and is deaf. This tends to be prevalent amongst white cats. Ms. Dunn will often post photos to her Facebook or Instagram account showing Lupin lying on something white. We readers will join in the fun of asking where Lupin went. She has a toddler and a baby and a very handy husband who is referred to as "The Man".

The premise of cats reporting on "the news" makes for a humorous collection. What's important to cats? Well, at Thanksgiving dinner, it's the mystery of where the turkey went. Puck has to report from the confines of the bedroom when there is a party because he gets nervous. ("No, I don't!") Doesn't anyone see the squirrel at the bird feeder who is tormenting Puck? And Elvis is cynical. He thinks the soap opera is stupid until, well, you should read the comic.

Even if you love dogs and really don't like cats, I think you'll like this comic. Ms. Dunn hand colors, in water color, her panels and I feel that gives the strip a luminous quality. The color brings the cats and their friends and enemies (who usually wind up being friends because they were just misunderstood) to life. See if your library had the book and give it a read. It's the kind of thing young children can enjoy, too. I ordered my book direct from the publisher when it became available, but you can get it from your favorite independent bookstore.

Beverage:  Water

Deb

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Book #5

Finished book #5 on Sunday evening. I'm taking a bit of a break to get a counted cross-stitch project at least started. I have to finish it by the first week in May so it gets framed in time to be given away at the end of June. If I was doing the "read one book a month" idea, I'd be up to May. I've come home from work, sat down in the recliner to get a lap cat and thought, "I could start book 6", but I know I'd dive headlong into the book to the detriment of the cross-stitch and I need to, at the very least, get it started.

This book starts the rip-roaring writing style of many of Pratchett's Discworld books. It starts off a bit disjointed, but, by about page 30, you're riding the crest of a magical wave that just doesn't stop until page 220. There is more humor in this book; sentences which leave you chuckling. But the wry commentary on life isn't here. Pratchett doesn't seem to be lampooning life so much as simply writing a good story. And what a story it is.

Rincewind is the main character. Ah yes, Rincewind, the protagonist of the first two books. There are times during this when I wanted to shake Pratchett. I couldn't decide what he was trying to say with the character. Rincewind is not a good wizard. It's said ad nauseum. I get it. I get it. Rincewind has been told, repeatedly, he's awful. He can't do magic. He would just like to live quietly in the library. Yet, life seems to have decided he's going to save the world. I was frustrated with all the pages spent driving home how bad a wizard Rincewind is and how he kept trying to get away from some destiny he didn't want. How that story plays out is very good. The conclusion of Rincewind's story feels right, even if how it got there is a bit rough.

My current all-time best Pratchett quote is found here, on page 5 in my copy. "'...what is it in this world that makes living worthwhile?' Death thought about it. 'CATS,' he said eventually. 'CATS ARE NICE.'" If there is a theme, it would be the attempt to discover what makes living worthwhile. The characters of the book; Rincewind, Coin, Conine, Nijel, the Librarian, Creosote; do grow as the book progresses relative to the characters which surround them. The Librarian seems to be the most prescient of all of them, quite interesting for an orangutang, but even he has to figure some things out and decide what is important. The characters are well-defined and it's easy to root for them.

This theme of finding what makes life worth living is carried over from "Mort", book #4. Rincewind is in book #4, although he's a minor character. The continuity of character is one of the reasons Discworld is beloved. You get to see how characters, minor names in some books, get their own stories, grow and change, as the series took form.

I also like the description of Unseen University's library. It's clear Pratchett loved libraries and the description of this one is wonderful. I'd love to be lost in its stacks. I like how the books are portrayed as sentient. Who hasn't walked into a library or a bookstore and felt the books calling to you. I don't remember if there are more stories involving the library. I hope so. There's a lot to talk about in a library full of magic.

This book would stand on its own. You wouldn't have to read any of the books in front of it to get a lot out of it. It's still good to have read the first two in the series so when Rincewind's story is tied up and delivered, you have a sense of who he is.

Beverage:  Raspberry Seltzer

Deb

Friday, February 5, 2016

Books 2, 3 and 4

It's euphemistically called "the creeping crud" and I got it in the middle of January. I thought it was just allergies; that all the new construction and paint in the office was finally getting to me. Hence, I treated it like an allergy. Yeah, well, about that...

It was nothing more than a heavy cold. Well, a heavy cold that knocked me out for a week. The great thing, if there is such a thing with a cold, is that it's conducive to reading. I can't breathe through my nose. I'm exhausted so I'll take a quick nap that devolves into a 3-4 hour sleep. That means, I'm wide awake at 2 a.m., glaring at the alarm clock. Oh well. Get out of bed, settle into the recliner and pick up my latest Discworld book. 

I finished the first 4 in January. Now, before you say, "Whoa, that's a lot of reading", understand that Discworld books are wonderfully quick reads. There are underlying meanings and commentaries, if you choose to look for them. Otherwise, they are whoppin' good yarns. Pratchett is great at telling stories and, superficially, you can knock off one of his books in 3-4 days, a week tops. The other thing you should know, I've read all of these before, not in order, other than the first two, but over the course of years, I've read them. I don't always remember them but I have read them because they were in the basement, in the stack. So, a second read goes a bit faster than a first read. 

This is the second book of the introduction to the Discworld. The first book ends in somewhat of a cliffhanger. You wonder what will happen to Rincewind, Twoflower and the Luggage. The book takes a bit of love to get into. It could be read as a stand alone book, but, in reality, 80% of the story comes from "The Colour of Magic", so I recommend you read that first. There are more topical references in this book than in "Colour of Magic", so someone looking for the Pratchett wit won't be disappointed. I thought it might not be as quotable, but, once it gets going, the quotable parts come fast and furious. "It is said that the opposite of noise is silence. This isn't true. Silence is only the absence of noise." "...darkness isn't the opposite of light, it is simply its absence."

The metaphorical Pratchett makes its first appearance here. Read those quotes. The opposite of [insert word] is its absence. I remember, when I was a junior in high school, we took a two week family vacation, which was a drive through the mid-south, following, sort of, the meander of the Mississippi River to the gulf. One of our stops was Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. There were a number of tours of the cave you could take. We took one which was 90 minutes underground. I remember, at one point, the ranger said, "Now, we're going to ask you to sit here (indicating a seating area) and we're going to turn off our lanterns and I'd like to ask you to be completely still for two minutes. I have a timer so you'll know when 2 minutes is up. Trust me. That will seem like an eternity." When Pratchett says the opposite is absence, that's what I remember. The black dark; total absence of light. It was creepy. Add to that, no noise. Where we were didn't have any water in it, although there are places in the cave which have running or dripping water. 

I remember the eerie silence. We sat there for 2 minutes and it did feel like an eternity. You started to hear your breathing and your heart beating. I think, as humans, we crave light and noise. Even now, quiet, for me, includes hearing Pilchard snore, or the tapping of computer keys or the crimple of the page of a book as it's turned. We could not live without light and sound. 

This is the third book. There are a lot of characters on the Discworld and Pratchett introduced them in a higgledy-piggledy fashion. I'm focused on reading the books in chronological order, which is far different, other than books 1 and 2, to how they were written. It might be fun, in 5 year's time, to read these in the order they were written, to see how that compares to the chronology. 

This book introduces Esme (Granny) Weatherwax, one of the more colorful characters on the Disc. I like her in later books where she is a character, but, in rereading this book, I don't like her here. The book attempts to lampoon the idea that there is "women's work" and "men's work". Women can't be wizards and men can't be witches, "...because of the lore". It's a feeble excuse and this is meant to highlight how limitations in what men and women can do are silly. 

Granny's purpose is to come to grips with the idea that Esk, the other female character in the book, can be a wizard because she's the 7th child of a 7th son. Technically, the 7th child should be a boy so when the wizard staff is given to the baby, the wizard magic is passed to a male. But that doesn't work out. Granny struggles against convention and, eventually, comes to see that Esk's training needs to be in wizarding and so she has to go where no woman has gone before; Unseen University and wizard training. The problem is how this message is transmitted. 

Granny comes across as a bully. When she's not mildly bullying Esk, she's openly bullying the adults she meets. This is, perhaps, meant to say that her age and wisdom give her an advantage to know that her opinion is the right one, if they would just go along with it without question. But, I felt, many times during the book, uncomfortable with how she was portrayed. She's generally, though not always, right, but this is depicted as only because she glares at people and makes them uncomfortable. That's not depth of character so much as bullying. I didn't see that the first reading through. I'm fairly certain she evens out in temperament in later books so I'm treating this as an introductory story where the character is here and let's see what other adventures she can have later. I don't remember if I've read of Esk after this book. I'm hopeful she will be further developed. I don't remember if she was successful in her studies. 

Finally, I finished this one on Sunday. It takes a bit for this tale to get going. A full 2/3rds of the book is setting up the last 1/3rd which sucks you in and makes you want to keep going, even though it's way past your bed time. 

The personality that is DEATH, i.e. "Mort", a pun of which everyone in the book seems to be aware, is more fully explained, but, again, I don't like him nearly as much in this book as in later books. I think DEATH was meant to be a major character all along but getting him to a point of continuity would be bumpy. 

The actual ending of the book, the last 3-4 pages, feels jerky. I didn't like the segue from the real climax to the end. Too much was left unsaid, unfinished and I don't think it ever gets tied up. In a way, it felt as if Pratchett had created a conflict he couldn't quite resolve in the direction the ending was going. Essentially, DEATH takes an apprentice and the story revolves around the growth of that apprentice into the job and DEATH's foray into the world of the living to figure out why we like life. 

Two characters of note show up; Rincewind, of the first two books, and Albert, DEATH's manservant. Albert becomes important again in a later book and I'd forgotten his backstory. Rincewind, however, feels like an afterthought. The person he is could have been named "Bob" and it would not have changed the story. And how Rincewind got to the position he's in is never explained and that, I feel, is a big oversight. Maybe it will come later, I don't know. Rincewind kind of disappears from the series, if I remember correctly. 

This isn't as much of a quotable Pratchett as his other books are. The musing on mortality, given Pratchett's death last year, was poignant. "Reality is not always what it seems," is probably the best. The book deals heavily with what is and is not real and how one person can change reality. Still this is worth picking up for a long plane ride. It will have you wondering, as DEATH does, "WHY IS THERE A CHERRY ON A STICK IN THIS DRINK. IT'S NOT AS IF IT DOES ANYTHING FOR THE FLAVOR. WHY DOES ANYONE TAKE A PERFECTLY GOOD DRINK AND THEN PUT A CHERRY ON A POLE?" (DEATH's name is always capitalized and everything he says is capitalized.) My friend, Pam, does not like maraschino cherries. I don't think I knew that when I read this book the first time. When I encountered this quote this time, I laughed so hard. She agreed with DEATH's sentiment. 

I'm about a third of the way through book #5, "Sourcery". It contains my all-time favorite Pratchett quote, but I'll leave that for the review. So, this is math, but, if I've done my math correctly, I'm reading #5 and there are 40-ish total books, so I'm 1/8th of the way through the series? That doesn't sound so intimidating. When this task is looked at as, there are 40 books and I've read 4 which means there are 36 more to go, it feels like I won't make it. I'm going to do this. This is my goal for 2016. 

Beverage:  English Breakfast Tea

Deb

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Reading Again. Book #1

There are a lot of readers in my World of Warcraft guild. And quite a few articles have been printed in the last days of 2015 and the first days of 2016 about reading.


There's this article on how to read more books.
http://www.vox.com/2015/1/1/7470719/how-to-read-more-in-2015. The take away from the short list is that I can and should stop reading a book I don't enjoy. I can tell you exactly how many times I've done that. Twice. Period. I have slogged through stuff I really wish I hadn't because, well, I bought the blasted thing. It's wasted money otherwise.

Not all recommended books are going to be to my taste. I need to not feel pangs of guilt for disliking some author's writing. My lord. I can't stand Thomas Hardy or, dare I say it, Jane Austin. I suffered through those because my BA in English required it. Unless I'm taking a literature course, my reading is for me, and if Jane Smiley or Thomas Pynchon do not interest me, regardless of the pennies spent on their tomes, I need to let the book go. Perhaps I can leave it in the waiting room of the lab the next time I go see the vampires for my RA blood tests.

In this article, http://www.vox.com/2015/12/29/10634416/reading-list-books, I first encountered the "don't finish what you start" idea. I also encountered the comment that reading fiction teaches you to be a better person. Admittedly, I don't read a lot of fiction. Oh I have a lot of fiction on the shelves, but I don't read it. I don't know if science fiction is what they are driving at here. I'm thinking straight up pretending based on current times is what they mean. Maybe they lump the pretend worlds into the fiction category, but I'm leaning toward the category embracing the new books by Joyce Carol Oates and Danielle Steele, set on terra firma and not in the stars.

I think to the fiction I have read and it's mostly from my days matriculating at Viterbo. Perhaps I should haul out a list of Dickens. Somewhere in the basement, swims Moby Dick. I enjoyed reading that when it wasn't for class. Perhaps I would be more empathetic if I read more fiction, but my goal this year isn't a wide variety of book genres. My goal is simple. Read every Discworld book, in order.

Pratchett, who died March 12th of last year, wrote 41 Discworld books from the beginning, The Colour of Magic to the final The Shepherd's Crown. I've probably read a dozen of them. The downstairs bookshelves contain my collection.


I've long wanted to read them all. They are like old friends who you visit once in a very great while. When we got to discussing books in guild chat and on our Facebook page, a voice inside my head said, "Why are you hesitating reading all of them?" I could throw up flimsy excuses mainly centered on time, but, going back to the very first Vox post on reading, I have the next books lined up.  I think I have the first 8 books. I'm not waiting on an order. A paperback can always be carried somewhere. I can go back to the bigger purse for those times when I know I will have to sit and wait. I don't really have an excuse, other than lethargy and inaction.

Last weekend, I strolled up to my stash and picked out the first 5 Discworld books. I gave them bookmarks and stacked them on the ottoman in the living room, on top of a burgeoning stack of magazines calling, seductively, "Read us first before you start the books. You know you want to." I hesitated. But the siren call of Discworld was louder and I'm rearranging the ottoman so the books are more important than the magazines. I've decided that, as I finish a Discworld book, it goes onto the shelves in the office and I critically look at what I have stored there. I need to be surrounded by things I love and although I love books, those I really won't ever open again need to go into a give away box. Then, the next book in the series can be brought up from the basement or ordered from The Bookstore. This way, if I need something 5 books ahead, I have it.

The other part of the equation is that Pratchett is so easily quotable. If I like a book enough to review it, I want to have quotes at the ready. Because it can take me more than a few days to get to a review, my head has been filled with other things and, oh dear, where was that one quote. I'd end up rereading again. I found my small post its, the rectangular ones with a side stick. I can easily, as I'm reading, mark the passage I found interesting for comment later on. This has been wonderful.

I've started a list of quotes, too; book, page and quote. I had one a long time ago, but it's been lost. Pratchett was able to coin a phrase for a great many of life's situations. I want to be able to find the right quote for the right situation. Not sure how I'll cross-reference the quotes, but this will be a start. Just start, Deb, just start. There is the meme, "Every journey starts with one small step". Collect the quotes first. Then decide how you want to organize them.

Finally, I joined the web site, Good Reads. I don't like that it pushes Amazon as your source for books, but, beyond that, it's okay. I've added a few books I've read and I can see what some of my friends are reading right now and they will be able to see my progress through this goal. There was much hesitation about sharing this. It's kind of like a resolution. (Raises hand. Intones solemnly.) I do hereby resolve, in the year 2016, to read all Discworld books in order. What happens if life intrudes? Indeed, I have a craft project I need to start work on. It won't take very long but I need to collect the pieces and get it done. It has to be done by June. That's going to impinge on my reading time. Read a bit. Craft a bit. It will work as Discworld books can be read in 3-5 sittings of 90 minutes each. But I must give myself permission to get as far as I can and not sweat that I didn't finish this. So, let's not call it a resolution, doomed to failure, but a desire to try to accomplish this task.

I picked up the first volume and cracked it open on Tuesday. Finished it this morning.


You can read my mini-review here. (books. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1512159133) Deeper reviews of the other books will follow. This is to get started.

Why is Pratchett so beloved? From the Foreword, "You can't map a sense of humor." I think, in a nutshell, that sentence encapsulates why readers flocked to him. On the surface, a story about a has-been wizard, ("...he was, he would be the first to admit, a coward, an incompetent, and not even very good at being a failure..." [pages 173-174]), a tourist from a far-off land, and that man's walking luggage; roaming about a land which was a disc, carried by 4 elephants who stood on the back of a turtle swimming through space, would be anything more than head-scratchingly weird. But Pratchett tapped in the funny ("I've seen excitement and I've seen boredom. Boredom is best." [Page 176]) and the poignant. ("Fate can be one mean god at times." [Page 190])

Perhaps he didn't know the books would take off as they did. Perhaps it didn't matter. He would have written them to be shared around winter fires when the latest Tom Clancy didn't please. Whatever the case, I have 40 books to get through. I'll hope you'll check in to see how I'm doing.

Beverage:  hot cocoa

Deb

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Late Spring and Early Summer Reads

My friend, Chris, mentioned in passing that he still had some money left on an Amazon gift card he was given at Christmas. He lives in Canada and his employer gives everyone an Amazon gift card at Christmas. It's usually from Amazon Canada but last year, someone goofed and got them from Amazon US. Well you could order from the US, but the duty taxes to import stuff are pretty steep. So, Chris got me the bathroom set and all the M&Ms back in January. The little bit he had left was mine if I wanted it because he had nothing else to spend it on.

I always wrestle with that kind of offer. I never, ever want to appear greedy. Does accepting something like that make me look greedy? After thinking it over, however, I sent him a list of things which I would like if he really wanted to spend the money. I didn't want to know if he did or if he found something else to do with it. I would be surprised if something came.

Something came.


I have my late spring and early summer reading taken care of. Larson's book is brand new, coming out in March. And I haven't read that Pratchett book. I found out there are 40 books in the Discworld saga. I'm pretty sure I haven't read even half of them. (I still can't find my copies of Going Postal and Hogfather. It's driving me nuts as I want to reread Going Postal.) It's supposed to be a wonderfully warm weekend so I probably won't get to watching the movie, but I'm really excited to watch it.

So, I'm thrilled to be the recipient of Chris' company's error. I need to get the deck stained and sealed and the flowers planted and I'm good for this year's summer relaxing. Ah the simple joy of falling into a book.

Beverage:  English Teatime Tea

Deb

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Tidying Begins

I haven't finished the whole book, The Art of Tidying, but I'm far enough along that I can start to see the bigger picture. There are things I disagree with, which I will enumerate when I provide a review of the book when I'm finished, but, for now, I'm motivated to work through the clothing.

She says to collect all the clothes, every last piece and dump it all into a pile on the floor. Then, you slowly go through the pile, handling each piece and asking yourself if it really is something you'll wear. If I did that, the pile would be there for weeks. I understand the value of doing a program as it's intended, but I have to be realistic about just how much energy I have versus what I'm trying to get done. So, I'm going through the closet.


This side has the work short-sleeved shirts, sweaters and pajamas. I realize that I can move the pjs to a drawer. The sweaters I wear and I have 4 of them. That just leaves the shirts. I pulled 3 white shirts from the closet yesterday. They are "women's cut" which only works if you are a size 2. I could use a white polo shirt but I'm going to make a list of things I could use and then buy them as I have funds and find them on sale.

I looked through my "Hawaiian-style" shirts. I need to try on all of the ones I have and make peace with giving away the ones that don't fit. I have a pattern to make the style of shirt I love so I could do that. I also have a number of hunks of splashy fabric which could be turned into shirts. Pondering this; pondering.

When I remove things from the closet, I stick them in grocery bags. The pile is getting a bit large.

One of the veteran's groups called on Thursday and the gal seemed surprised that I had stuff. It has to be a thankless job, to call lists of people and ask if they have any clothing or household goods for donation. I haven't lately so I tend to ignore the call when I see it come on my caller ID. Perhaps her surprise came from a "yes" after she had had a string of "no's". She was very happy I have stuff.

When it comes time to put this out for pick up, I'll be moving it to a garbage bag for ease of carry. I should make a list of everything donated. In the past, you could just assign an arbitrary monetary amount to your donation and then write it off on your taxes. You can't do that anymore. Because I intend to donate as I clean, I'll need to keep records for next year. I anticipate many more bags going out between now and the end of fall, at least, in my mind's eye, I think there will be.

So, it begins. I have some vintage clothing I'd like to sell as well as my wedding dress. I could probably sell the dress on eBay, but I need a dressmaker's form to take decent photos of it. It feels odd to be looking forward to getting that out of my house. I have no clue how long the motivation will last but I'm going to ride the wave as long as I can. It can only make my life more satisfying to be rid of things I never use.

Beverage:  miscellaneous tea

Deb

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Printed Word

I managed to get 7 books read in 2014. I didn't review the last one. I don't even have a photo of it. It was a cat book with a copyright of 1976. It wasn't very informative or insightful. The study of the cat has come a long way in the almost 50 years since the book was published. Thankfully, I got it used so I don't feel cheated by spending money for a book containing now largely discredited information. I guess it's interesting to see how far science has come to trying to understand the cat.

The book that's been on the ottoman since the cat book has been Mary Wollstonecraft's A Vindication on the Rights of Women. I feel I should read a classic every year, either something I have read before or something I haven't. Wollstonecraft's book will, periodically, be used as a reference to women's rights. She wrote it in the 18th Century and was an uncommon woman. But it's kind of like slogging through a thawing peat bog. I'm half-way through it and I kind of feel like I HAVE to finish it, rather than want to finish it. That's a clear sign that I need to set it aside and pick up something else, something more engaging.

Lately, my eyes and brain have been assaulted by other books. As you know, I honestly don't NEED books. I should take a bag to Half Price Books because they will buy stuff and give you a store credit, which would promote the purchase of more books, but I'm sure I can find things to use up the store credit. At least I'd have the books out of the house. If they gave me $15 for a bag of books, I could, perhaps, find something large which could be a Christmas book for someone.

After much thought and reading, I purchased these from my friendly bookstore, Just the Bookstore, in downtown Glen Ellyn.


The Guild Leader's Handbook is a reference tome for people who lead guilds in computer games. As you know, I lead a guild in World of Warcraft. Any help I can have to navigate the needs of the guild and the drama of having 85 people in one place is welcome.

Living in the Shadow of Death is the book which sparked the PBS "American Experience" program about tuberculosis.

Amusing Ourselves to Death is a book about how television has eroded the ability to critically think and discuss politics, science, most anything. It was originally published in 1985, but I've seen it referenced in quite a few articles on the news and science sites I frequent. If eight different authors refer to this in eight different articles, I figured I should see what they were talking about.

As You Wish is the memoir of Cary Elwes who played "Wesley" in "The Princess Bride" movie. It's one of my favorite movies and has become a part of our culture. I probably should, at some point, read the original novel, The Princess Bride by William Goldman. While Goldman wrote the script for the movie, he left out a great deal which fleshes out the characters more.

I tend to steer clear of memoirs. A huge number are released every year and it's tough to find one that isn't about a horrible family or event which colors the author's world outlook. I guess if you had a happy childhood, you don't need to write a memoir to exorcise your demons. But the doom and gloom of most memoirs, even with a happy ending, turns me off. This book, however, promised to be very narrow in scope. It only deals with the time Elwes was filming the movie. Since the book's release, I've read probably a quarter of it on a wide variety of web sites. Everything I read was funny and well written. It seems like the perfect late winter book when the storm rages o'er me.

The top book was an impulse purchase. The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up crossed my news feed in, of all places, a couple of craft blogs I read, as well as a book review on NPR. The premise of the book is the Japanese method of decluttering your life really will remove the stress we feel when our homes are filled with stuff. I've said, a lot, that I want to declutter, purge, remove. The Aunt Peaches blog to the right had a wonderfully glowing review of this book and that's what made me get it when I asked Renee if they had it in the store. I guess I need to read the whole book before jumping into decluttering. One of the tips is to hold up an item and say, "Does this bring me joy?" If not, it goes. I'm sure there is more to it. You'll be the first to know.

So, Mary Wollstonecraft is going back in the pile. I'm not sure which one of these I will start with. My goal is still to read a book a month, 12 books at least, per year. I think decluttering would go hand in hand with that. Did this book bring me joy? If not, add to the get rid of bag.

Beverage: Earl Grey Tea

Deb

Thursday, February 12, 2015

It Was an Experience

So this was Wednesday's American Experience on PBS. Sounds like it would be something of a downer for TV but American Experience programs are always well researched. They tend to cover things that we forget about as we live in this United States and don't shy away from controversial topics.

This program caught my eye when the announcement of it came through my newsfeed. I have a special connection, if unpleasant, to tuberculosis. My mother's mother's parents died of the disease. Gram didn't talk about the real reason they died until the 1980's, well after she'd retired and was drawing a pension which couldn't be taken away from her. As the dates of their deaths coincided with the end of the Spanish flu outbreak after World War I, it was agreed upon that the family would say they died of the flu. No one would be the wiser. When she finally told us, she shrugged and said, "We lied because to be truthful meant no doctor would see us nor could we get a job or go to school."

I know about the virulent forms of TB currently in the world. I know how difficult it is to eradicate this disease. Indeed, PBS' own Frontline program examined the current state of tuberculosis and treatment almost a year ago. But how could this be a "forgotten plague"? Why did it affect my grandmother and her sister for the rest of their lives? I had to watch the program to find out.

I was hugely disappointed. Perhaps it's my close association with this disease that let me down. Perhaps it's that I'm educated and interested in things like health so I know about TB. Perhaps it's that, with rheumatoid arthritis, I have to be careful because my immune system won't fight off anything like TB. Perhaps it's that, given 55 minutes, AE can't really delve into a study of TB in America. Whatever the case, I've come away with way more questions than there were answers.

The program was based on a book, Living in the Shadow of Death by Sheila M. Rothman. She was one of the "talking heads" who explained points in the program. There were a couple of medical professionals as well as a couple of historians which do give the program weight. That's a good thing about AE. They don't throw many statements or points into the wind to see what would stick. But they made what I call "throw away statements", statements which just beg for further exposition.

For example, there was a statement that TB has been around since there have been medical records. The Greeks knew of it. It was never stated if the Chinese knew or if the Egyptians knew. How far back in recorded history, say the Babylonians?, is there a record of TB. If this disease has been known for thousands of years, how was it treated? Did that treatment change over time or was it the same treatment in Isaac Newton's day as it was when Pliny lived? Is this a strictly European disease or did the natives of the Americas have it?

Next, I would have liked a brief description of what TB is. At one point there was a graphic, which briefly discussed how TB is transmitted, but it went by so fast that the accompanying verbal information was lost. The program would have benefitted from a brief explanation of why it's referred to as "consumption". As TB control and eradication became a public health priority, knowing who had TB and who didn't became important. There were telltale signs that someone had TB. An explanation of what those signs were would have made clear how people with TB were found.

Edward Trudeau, a New York physician, was diagnosed, in 1873. He was told to go to the Adirondack mountains in New York to spend what was thought to be his final summer in a place he loved. His brother had died of the disease and this diagnosis was a crushing blow to his psyche. But, Trudeau got better in the mountains. After going back and forth from the mountains to New York and getting worse in the city, he decided it was the fresh air and sunshine which kept him alive. He moved his family to Saranac Lake, New York. He would live the rest of his life there.

This was the nature of TB control. People with the disease were told to rest and go some place where there was fresh air. With the advent of the transcontinental railroads, whole advertising campaigns were developed by cities out west to lure TB sufferers. I did not know that Albuquerque, New Mexico and Denver and Colorado Springs, Colorado; were billed as the perfect place for TB sufferers to live. Pasadena, California was originally a town created for invalids and Los Angeles hired a marketing director to specifically push the climate for the wealthy consumptive.

A great deal of time is spent dwelling on going west. If you couldn't afford to travel, where did you go, or didn't you go? That's never made clear. Once people arrived at their destination, what then? Social services were not in place to help mass numbers of sick people. This didn't happen until well into the 1960's. A lot of people went west to be "cured" and died.

Trudeau became more and more driven to find a cure. He read everything he could find. In the early 1880's, he stumbled across an obscure paper written by a German doctor, Robert Koch. Koch put forth the notion that many diseases were caused by germs, unseen things which disrupted health. He grew some bacteria in his lab and, when injected into healthy animals, gave them TB. Trudeau spent the next 5 years trying to replicate Koch's experiments. Once he was able to grow the TB bacteria, Trudeau spent years getting the medical establishment to accept this discovery and listen to Koch's ideas about other illnesses.

What were the main objections to acceptance? How did Trudeau persuade doctors? Did Koch have a hand in this? He won the Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1905 for isolating the TB bacteria. Did this acceptance of a microorganism as the cause of this disease change the way doctors practiced? How fast did the news spread?

One of the side effects of this knowledge was the correlation that people spread TB by coughing. That meant that anyone with TB was contagious. There were two known kinds; a virulent kind that claimed its victims within 6 months of diagnosis and a long-term kind where the victim lived with it for 10-40 years. Trudeau's brother and daughter had the former while Trudeau had the latter.

Battling TB because the nation's first public health war. How? Who made the decision? The program didn't say whether there were initiatives from Congress or the White House. It seems it was left up to the states to deal with. In New York, there were special police who went door-to-door in the tenements looking for "consumptives". If you had TB, you were moved, often with as little as 24 hours, out of the home and sent to a sanatorium. Trudeau had established the first one in Saranac Lake. Were families isolated then? Given that families were multi-generational, if mom had TB, did that mean grandpa and junior were ostracized. Given what my grandmother said, it seems they were. Again, there were no social safety nets for people who suddenly lost jobs because of a diagnosis. How much homelessness was a result of this? Where did people go?

There was no discussion of TB in the wars. I know, from reading, that TB was in prisoner of war camps in the Civil War. What about the Spanish-American War and World War I? TB takes awhile to manifest. The strapping young man at the recruitment center could find himself, 8 months out, coughing in a bed in France. How did the military handle this? In discussions with friends online, the military is extremely rigorous in checking for TB, given how quickly it spreads.

The discovery of penicillin was not a boon to TB medicine. Penicillin did not work on the TB bacteria. It would be 1943 before streptomycin was discovered and used. It was discovered by Selman Waksman, a microbiologist, who felt the answer to curing TB lay in the soil. It's never explained why he thought that. He ran test after test on soil samples, growing whatever microorganism he found. His assistant, Albert Schatz, spent hours and hours in the lab growing things and then applying the result to patches of common bacteria. In October of 1943, he discovered an organism that cleaned out the petri dish to which it was applied. He asked Waksman to try it on TB. When it cleared that petri dish, they grew enough of it to send to the Mayo Clinic and in November of 1944, a 21 year-old woman, nearly dead from TB, was the guinea pig. She made a full recovery. Why Mayo? Why her? Who was she? Did it completely eradicate her TB?

It turned out that the one drug was not enough, that TB was a very resistant germ. Patients needed and still need, a course of antibiotics. One immunologist said, "You have to be spot on. You can't give them too much or too little and they have to take it at just the right time." I've read that this is a problem in developing countries. TB can be killed but you have to take all of your meds at the right time and, for homeless people or those without safe water supplies, that can be almost impossible.

There is a brief discussion on how TB mutates. For this program, that was enough because it wasn't about current treatment. It was about the past. There was no real discussion of the TB testing which was done in the schools in the 1950's through the 1970's. I remember those patch tests. They were part of the start of every school year. How effective were they in knowing who had TB? I remember kids bursting into tears when their test got red and swollen. I have to get a TB test every year now, but it's not a skin test, it's a blood test. Is that more effective? When were the arm patch tests ended?

Trudeau's sanatorium closed in 1951. What happened to it? Are there any left, even as repurposed buildings? Is the idea of a sanatorium for TB or other infectious diseases a dead and discredited idea? What was the infection rate amongst those who cared for people in sanatoriums? It seems like people who went there never saw their family again. What was the mortality rate? When Trudeau established his sanatorium, 1 in 7 people was living with TB. Did that rate fluctuate? Were people in sanatoriums allowed visitors? Are there cemeteries where those who died are buried? What does it say on death certificates, particularly in the early part of the 20th century? I don't know if my mother has obtained the death certificates of her grandparents to know what was written as the cause of death.

My great-grandmother was a striking beauty, my grandmother said. She was tall and willowy, with dark eyes. Gram remembered her as having an easy laugh. She didn't remember much about her father. The wedding picture we have shows him to be tall with light colored hair. My grandmother had red hair. My great-aunt, her sister, had brown hair.

She remembered her father lying on a cot in the porch. She remembered him being pale and she remembered hearing the coughing fits. She remembered the doctor coming, often, it seemed. She remembered going to the porch door and leaning her face against the glass. Her father would kiss the glass where her cheek was and wave her good night. When the photo to the right was taken, she was 7 and Irene was 5. Their father had been dead at least a year, at this point. The next year, their mother was gone, taken by the same illness. Francis and Irene went to live with Till and Edward, their father's sister. I do not know what happened to the man in the photo, the father of their mother.

I've ordered the book. I feel a need to know about the effects on society of this disease. I think the title of the program, "The Forgotten Plague" is a misnomer. The average person on the street doesn't know about it, but then, they don't know about the Spanish flu, which unleashed a pandemic at the same time as society was battling TB. Could your weakened effects from fighting the flu have left you more vulnerable to TB? How did the two feed off each other? There's so much I don't know.

Perhaps that's why the program felt incomplete to me. This is a topic which probably deserves more than the 55 minutes it's allowed on a Wednesday night. (That extra 5 minutes is for shilling all the corporate and foundational sponsors, you know.) I do know that the death of her parents had a profound impact on my grandmother. How many other children faced this loss? What was done with them? So many questions.

Beverage:  Water

Deb

Friday, February 6, 2015

You Might Be a Geek

I need more tee shirts like I need pneumonia. I remember reading somewhere that tee shirts were the number one clothing item found in landfills. I believe it. I have a month's worth of good shirts and a half a month's worth of "but I can't throw this away" shirts.

I have trained myself to not look at the collectible tee shirts when I visit a location. Last year's trip to the north half of the Skyline Drive through the Shenandoah National Forest, yielded a coat and a pair of socks that I love. They had nice tee shirts, very nice, but I can't have any more. In fact, I've started a box of tee shirts I no longer wear because they are useful in crafting. Somewhere, there exists a grand plan for turning a month's worth of tees into a quilt. Some day. Some day.

Still, I think one of the reasons people gravitate towards the tee is because you can "wear your heart on your sleeve" so to speak, with little impunity. I can broadcast that I've been to Charleston, South Carolina, that I love cats, that I read banned books from the relative "safety" of my chest. Freedom of expression seems more free when plastered on the front of a navy Hanes bulky tee. And, if you're going to give away a mass quantity of something for participants at your event, you can't go wrong with a tee shirt, although I admire your ability to decide how many XXS and XXL you need to get to have enough and not 85 left over.

Although I steer clear of them now, owing to the number in my closet, I'm not immune to their siren song. This was a shirt seen at Woot.com at the beginning of January.


Woot is an overstock distributor. Every day, they have a wide variety of items marked way down to liquidate. It's quality stuff. I've purchased sheets and yard items from them. They also feature tee shirts from independent producers. This one is amazing and I had to get it.

For those of you scratching your head, the style is reminiscent of Vincent Van Gogh's "Starry Night". It's got the similar colors done with the ball stars and the impressionistic brush strokes. What made this shirt appealing was the design. This is Discworld, the science fantasy world created by Sir Terry Pratchett. The world is a flat disc, supported at four points by elephants. These elephants stand on the back of the great space turtle, A'tuin. He flies around the universe and, occasionally figures into the books.

If you want to start this series, get "The Colour of Magic" and "The Light Fantastic". The Wiki link has a list of the books as written. Pratchett would jump forward and backward and sideways through the lives of his characters. As a for instance, the 5th book  in the list, "Sourcery", has the main character from the first two, Rincewind, interact with "The Witches", who were in the 3rd book written. Characters come and go and there are often references to events in other books, books you might not have written. "Oh dear. Must go get that one now."

There's really not a definitive order to reading them. You could just grab the first one you see and jump in. But the scene is set by reading the first two mentioned. When I think about thinning my library, getting read of Discworld books is not part of the equation. Accumulating all of them, that's something I'm trying to do.

So now the task is to go through the shirts I have and move at least one to the quilt/craft box. I have long told myself that if I buy a tee shirt, I have to give one away or take it out of circulation. I suppose putting it in the craft box is not the same at giving it away, but I'm thinning what's in the closet, which is the important part.

You'll rarely see my face in my own blog, but this is a momentous occasion.


My favorite Discworld quote, "What is there that makes life worth living? Cats...cats are nice." DEATH from "Sourcery".

Beverage:  Scottish Breakfast Tea

Deb

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Sweet and Silly

I know I said I was done with Christmas photos but I found some more.

I have five great nieces and nephews. Because I don't travel back to Iowa much, they had to get bigger before they recognized me and wouldn't flinch or run away when I was around. You can see the oldest in a post below about the giant box stack.

Makayla is in 2nd grade. She pulled a Dr. Seuss book out of my mom's stash and came to sit next to me on the sofa.


This was "Hop on Pop". Reading is the best gift you can give a child. So much is unlocked when one can read. She read the whole book to me, stumbling over 3 words. It wasn't that she didn't know the word, she was looking ahead and misread what the words were. I'm so thrilled with her reading ability.

Seeing his sister read to me, Kalub, who is 3, decided he had to "read" to me, as well.


This is a Thomas the Tank Engine book with a side bar of buttons which make sounds relative to places in the book. Kalub might know a few words, but he's had this book read to him so much, he has a working knowledge of what it says. He told me the story, explained what was going on in each photo, and showed me which buttons you're supposed to push at which point in the story. It was delightful.

I remembered reading to Carole and then having her read to me as she grew older. Books have always been a part of our household and it's wonderful to see that my niece is encouraging reading in her children.

You know what it's like when there is a new baby in the family. Everyone wants to hold the baby. The poor child gets passed around and really over stimulated to the point that a melt-down is inevitable. On the other hand, you have children, like Lyllie here, who fight sleep. She wants to see what's going on. It's like she thinks she'll miss something.

She was handed to me and I just hung onto her for awhile. She got fussy and I gave her a bottle. Then, she started to nod off. Man, she fought it, but, eventually, sleep overcame her.

It's been 30 years since I had a child fall asleep on me. I remember the trepidation of trying to get up because your arm is falling asleep and you don't want to wake the child. Because I was comfortable, I just put up my feet and we let her sleep. I think she napped for about 20 minutes. It was enough to keep her awake until my niece and family headed home. She was asleep again within 5 minutes of leaving the house. I liked going places with Carole at this age because they are portable. You do have to watch schedules but you can just pick them up and go.


Rawr! Carpet monsters! Makayla, Kalub and Wyatt. My niece made these blankets for her kids out of very soft fleece. The kids were ecstatic. I told Wyatt I wanted to take a photo of him as a monster in his blanket. He understood exactly what I wanted so he got down on the floor and pulled the blanket over his head. Seeing this, Makayla and Kalub had to be in the photo, too. They could not stop giggling at the very idea of being carpet monsters.

It is said that Christmas is for kids. It's really for all of us. We just have to remember what it's like to be carpet monsters and enjoy the moment.

Beverage:  Dr Pepper

Deb

Sunday, May 11, 2014

2014 Book 7

Contemporary fiction is a lukewarm experience for me. I know there are great writers out there, but my previous forays into the world of current fiction had been less than rewarding. There's so much old stuff I haven't read. Why read something new?

WDCB used to have what they called "A Two-Minute Review". In 2 minutes, they would offer opinions on books or movies in the theaters or on video. I bought this book after hearing one of those reviews. It's been in the stack for quite some time. So far this year, I've read humor, fantasy, history, non-fiction and children's books. It was time to read fiction.

This is a good book. I see why I bought it. It's based on the life of Charles Carter, an early 20th century magician. The author weaves historical facts into his fiction. He takes the death of Warren G. Harding, while in San Francisco, and creates an engaging story of misdirection, suspense and magic. A thumping good story based on historical fact. Yes, that is my kind of book.

Gold did a huge amount of research into early magicians, what tricks they performed and how they did them. Harry Houdini shows up. There is the early disapproval of parents who weren't quite San Francisco elite. There is love lost and found. A dogged Secret Service agent comes into play. And the birth of television is set against the roaring 1920's.

It took me a couple weeks to read the book. It's not quite a 'can't put down' but close. There are periods of expository, to set up the next major event in Carter's life. Misdrection abounded. Just when I thought I'd figured something out, it was revealed as not the way I expected it to be. This is in keeping with the subject matter, a master illusionist. There's a lion and an elephant and the ability to make the rich and powerful disappear. I knew of the suspicion surrounding Harding's death; that it has long been alluded his wife poisoned him in retaliation for his numerous affairs. How that is resolved at the end of the book will leave you wondering.

I liked Gold's taking a framework of facts; Charles Carter, San Francisco magician; Warren Harding's death; the advent of television; the change from vaudeville to movies, among other things; and crafting a work of fiction within this framework. The novel held my interest from beginning to end and with the wrapping up of the various story threads, I felt magic was through the whole book. At the end, nothing felt unresolved.

As spring yields to summer, lists start appearing of 'beach books', those books you take on vacation. If you're looking for an addition to your list, I recommend this one. It's available in both paperback and ebook, for those of you who read your books electronically.

Beverage:  Scottish Breakfast tea

Deb

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

I Had Some All Along, Photo(s) 26

Carole has asked that I find some books in a series that she used to read. I do remember the series so I've been in the basement off and on over the last 10 days, to try to find them. I found other stuff, but, so far, not the books she wants.

I have two stacks of Discworld books.


Yes, I have read Jane Eyre, Sideways Stories and Charlotte's Web. I have not read Catwings Return, The Moonstone or The Magician's Nephew. I could get rid of Jane Eyre and not ever read it again. It was better in the first Thursday Next book, The Eyre Affair, by Jasper Fforde, but you do need to have read the original to understand what was going on in Fforde's book.


The Color of Magic is the very first book in the Discworld series. (If you're curious about this series, start with that one and then read The Light Fantastic.) I was looking at that and thinking, "You know, I should reread all of these. It would take about 3-4 days for the bigger ones, like Pyramids, but I could finish Equal Rites in a weekend." My recent read, Thud, was added to the stack.

On the bottom shelf is a libretto from Porgy and Bess, the Gershwin's great American opera. I'd forgotten I had this. In 1980, I got to see the whole opera produced at Indiana University. It was magnificent. I probably don't need to keep the libretto as I'm not likely to see the opera again, but, it's one of those things I feel like having.

As I plowed through sections of the basement, I started a stack of garbage. I had water in the basement a many years ago and some things, which were on the floor, really should be tossed. Plus, I had that mice infestation a couple years ago, which the girls eradicated, and I'm finding remnants of where they lived for a bit before a cat sniffed them out and they vacated. I can only work for about 2 hours before the moving of boxes and the sweeping of stuff gets to my joints and I have to rest. But given that it's been years since I cleaned in some spots, this is a victory.

The books have stubbornly refused to reveal themselves. I opened a long thin box and came face-to-face with


a whole box of packing peanuts.

At Christmas, I send out a bunch of gifts. Invariably, I am out of packaging. I have to pillage the office stores for padding. Here, I had packaging materials, more than enough packaging materials, to ship anything this past Christmas. I'm always thought this box contained paperback books.

So, what do I do? Should I move these from the box, which is, actually a good place to store them since stuff can be piled on top of it or it can go on top of other things because it's light, or should I recycle these? I am, likely, traveling over Christmas, so much of what I would normally ship won't be shipped this year. Maybe, as I clean more, I'll find an innocuous place to stick this where I can forget it in December when I'm looking to ship stuff. You know how that goes. "I'll put it right here where I'll remember." Sure I will.

The hunt goes on. I have a few other places I look and then I have no clue. Did they get water logged and we toss them. Carole doesn't think so, but anything could have happened. In the meantime, it's kind of been like an archeological dig in my own basement. "Oooh! I forgot I had this."

Beverage:  Scottish Breakfast tea

Deb

Thursday, April 24, 2014

2014 Book(s) 6

In a post below, I discussed restacking the two stacks of books I have in the bedroom because the book after #5 was down toward the bottom of the right stack. Part of redoing the stacks was to take a critical look at all those books. What I discovered was a small stack that I could read in 90 minutes and get them out of the big pile and either give them away or move them to another location to save.


As Sunday was a wonderful day to be on the deck, I decided this was the perfect time to read. Let's see what we have here. I could have counted each book as separate and then patted myself on the back for having read my 12 books for 2014. But that felt like cheating, given that the longest read was 15 minutes. So I lumped them all together.

Let's see what I have here.


I'm not one for aphorisms. There are statements that I like and reflect things I believe. At one time, I thought I needed this book with its quick statements to remind me to be uplifting and remove negativity from my life. I have another book of Salmansohn that is meant to be given away. It's more funny than these are. Come to think of it, this might have been a gift from a "well-meaning" friend who is no longer a friend.

I don't need or want aphorical stickies around my house. I have come to a place where I live life with gratitude, every day. Some of these were just weird to me. Maybe I have a friend who could benefit from these, but I don't know who. Rather than foist it on another, it's gone into the give away bag.


For awhile, I was buying a new children's book every Christmas. I had the intention of creating a small library of literature if a grandchild ever came into my life. That's still a possibility and I have a nice size library if it happens. But when financial issues fell upon me, this turned out to be the last Christmas book I purchased. Raise your hand if you memorized this. I'd need a couple weeks but I'd remember it.

It's a gorgeous book.


"...a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer." Some of the pages were a bit stuck together because it's been in the stack for years. With a slight tug, they came apart and the pop-up sprang to life. This would be a fantastic book to share with family, but not something you'd hand to little ones who don't understand the concept of pop-up. Unlike other pop-ups, nothing moves. There are no levers or wheels to manipulate. It's all about opening the page and seeing a 3 dimensional representation of a part of the poem. I heartily recommend this if you can find it.


This is an entry in the cat book library. If you have a pet, you know that you are drawn to books about that animal. That's what this falls into. I don't remember where I got it, but the only reason I would have it is because, oh wow!, it has a cat on the front and it's about a cat.

The premise is that the owner of Clio has discovered a journal written by Clio over the course of nine lives. It starts in ancient Egypt and goes through China and Europe before coming to the US. The cat talks about the way it changed the course of human history by, for instance, helping Leonardo Da Vinci paint the Mona Lisa. For a 1st grader with a good vocabulary and a desire to learn, this might be a good book, but I'm not sure who the target audience is. Plus, at the end, there is a discussion about each life and how some of the things Clio reports couldn't have happened. Um... Giving this away.

Also in the give away bag is this book.


Again, this falls in the "Oh look! A cat book!" category. I know I picked this up for $3.00 at the Printer's Row Book Fair several years ago. At the time, I really didn't page through it. I simply bought it because it was a book about cats, hardcover and $3.00. Had I actually taken the time to look at it, I wouldn't have brought it home.

The premise is that cats and dogs come from another planet. The animal you see is merely a robot, controlled by minute cats and dogs inside. The dogs, tired of being picked on on their home planet, left and found earth. Cats, now having no one to pick on, followed the dogs so they could continue to harass dogs. If ever there was a stupid premise, this is it. No, you can't have this book. I'm giving it away. I should find someone who will recycle it because it really shouldn't be in circulation.


Graeam Base has always been one of our favorite authors/illustrators. He's Australian and his early works reflected life in that country. If you have never seen any of his works, find a copy of Animalia. It is the most amazingly illustrated book I think I have ever seen. There was a coloring book you could get for awhile as well as a boxed set that included the hardcover book, the coloring book and a set of 5 colored pencils. Get the book in hardcover. You will not regret it.

Base often deals with environmental issues by showing what happens to animals when their environment is challenged or changed. That's what this is about. What happens if the water hole dries up. As with all his other books, the art is fantastic. You can lose yourself for hours just pouring over the illustrations. Think you've see it all? Nope, there's a bug over here, a pair of eyes over there, a baby under mom's legs.

I got this when it first came out but never read it. I see on his web site that I'm way behind in my collection. I have 6 of his 15 books. Looks like I should add him to my list to search for at the book fair this June.


I bought this but I don't know when. This is another book that had I taken the time to look through it, to read some of the pages, I wouldn't have purchased it. It's a series of quotes about women and cats interspersed with selected readings about this topic. Too much of the book is spent comparing appearances and suggesting women would do well to follow the lead of their cats.

Cats are always seen as aloof and women are likened to this. There are put-downs galore and the book ends with quotes about how cats are a witch's familiar and the shape witches prefer to change into and then roam the neighborhood.

It wasn't a pleasant book. The only thing I got out of it was a list of names for future cats; Tewhit, Jarmara, Jeso, Prickear, Peyewacket and Griezl Greedigut. Why these names? Well, any cat given one of these was definitely a witch's familiar. Into the bag it goes.

And the last one. 


This is a small book that falls into the "Oh! Cat book!" vein. No clue where I picked it up or if it was a gift. I was prepared to go "meh" about it, but I found that I actually liked it. I like the ink drawings. They are fluid and peaceful. Cats and Eastern religions have long gone together. The cat exhibits the stillness and the ability to be "in the moment", so to speak, that Zen teaches. Some of the quips about cats are true. "One coat of fur sheds everywhere." "Find where the paths cross--sit smack center." "Door open--stay in. Door closed--go out."

One statement I found particularly interesting. "If I have but nine lives to live, let me live them as a cat." That would be with awareness and calm, unless there's a thunderstorm, in which case, go hide under the bed. I'm hanging on to this book.

So, there you have my Sunday reading. Four are being given away and three are staying. My stacks are smaller. Book #7 is on the ottoman in the living room and, based on the first 8 pages, I'm going to enjoy it.

Beverage:  Water

Deb

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Biblioholism. I Have It.

The book about jazz is finished and set aside to be blogged about. It's time to select book number 6. Actually, I knew what I wanted to read, a novel I've had in the stack for a long time. The problem is, it's a larger paperback book, not the small "trade" paperback size that Discworld novels usually come in. I'm not sure what determines the ultimate size of the book but it can make stacking them an engineering nightmare.

In order to get to book 6, I would have to take apart the right stack. But the left stack leans onto the right stack. To remove enough books to get to book 6, I would have books from the left stack tumbling onto the right stack. I might as well just disassemble both stacks.

As I started, the dust from years of sitting became evident. If I was going to do this right, I needed to dust the books before restacking them. And look here. I have this book and this book twice. Hmmmm. I need to pay more attention to what I have before telling people what I want on those birthday and Christmas lists. Well, the copy I bought went into the give away bag. The copy I received as a gift went back into the stack.

There are books, fortunately, only a handful, that left me shaking my head. Why did I keep this? A couple were gifts from well meaning friends. I know they were gifts from friends, but which friends I haven't a clue and, thankfully, the front plate is not inscribed. Into the bag they went. This is one reason I never spontaneously give someone a book. "Oh you'll love this," is the first clue that I probably won't and calls to mind my oft-used and favorite Dorothy Parker quote. "This is not a book to be cast aside lightly. It is to be heaved with great force." If you ask for it, then I assume you want it, but you'll never get an "I know you'll love it" from me.

It took me an hour to go through all of these, dusting and sorting into piles according to size. I removed 10 books from the stack. Some, I will blog about later. The others were the duplicates or the "You'll love it" that go directly into the give away bag. I have 3 that I'm on the fence about but I stuck them back in the pile. I've been known to give books a chance and then wonder why I'm reading something I dislike. (Looking at you Cavedweller by Dorothy Allison.) I still have two stacks but they aren't leaning against each other. Every book is visible. I will still have to take a stack apart if I want something from the middle downward but I now don't run the risk of foot injury from falling literature.

Best part of all this, the "I didn't know I had that" moments. I think all my books for this 12 months reading adventure have been found.

Beverage:  Berry flavored seltzer

Deb