Showing posts with label Booking through Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Booking through Thursday. Show all posts

19 March 2009

Booking through Thursday

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“What’s the worst ‘best’ book you’ve ever read — the one everyone says is so great, but you can’t figure out why?”

This one is easy: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. Oh.My.God. I read 50 pages. I hated every character. I hated everything that every character was doing. Finally I just staggered away.

Random thought: the worst movie I ever sat through: Tree of Wooden Clogs.

05 February 2009

Booking through Thursday

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Have you ever been put off an author’s books after reading a biography of them? Or the reverse - a biography has made you love an author more?

I can think of two examples of biographies that brought me closer to authors, and happier to love them. What Fresh Hell is This by Marion Meade took me beyond the legend of Dorothy Parker. I always knew that she had been witty and had been part of the glittering, witty world of the Algonquin Round Table. I had no idea that she had been involved in the trial and executions of Sacco and Vanzetti.

  • (I first read the letters of Sacco and Vanzetti in 7th grade. Every Jewish child of politically aware parents knew about the Rosenbergs, so my aversion to capital punishment was set early. The case of these two anarchists whose letters moved me so deeply so early turned my hatred for capital punishment into the first immutable moral decision that has informed my life.)
I also did not know about her last, sad chaotic years. Yes, I love her more for knowing more. No question.
(I wonder what she would have thought of her page on Facebook?)

I always have loved the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Prayer to Persephone always makes me cry.

PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,--Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here."

Savage Beauty by Nancy Milford brought me into her brave, fragile, daring, glittering, heartbreaking world, with details about her mother, her sisters, and her strange, sad relationship with her father. Yes, I loved her more after I read this book (and What Lips My Lips Have Kissed by Daniel Mark Epstein, which I liked but did not love). (And yes, I wonder what would she have thought about her page on Facebook?)

27 November 2008

Booking through Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving here in the U.S.
Now, you may have noticed that the global economy isn’t exactly doing well. There’s war. Starvation. All sorts of bad, scary things going on.
So–just for today–how about sharing 7 things that you’re thankful for?
This can be about books, sure–authors you appreciate, books you love, an ode to your public library–but also, how about other things, too? Because in times like these, with bills piling up and disaster seemingly lurking around every corner, it’s more important than ever to stop and take stock of the things we’re grateful for. Family. Friends. Good health (I hope). Coffee and tea. Turkey. Sunshine. Wagging tails. Curling up with a good book.
So, how about it? Spread a little positive thinking and tell the world what there is to be thankful for.

Yes!
I am grateful for -

  • my husband's love, wit, intelligence, and tolerance of his odd wife
  • all of my friends, wherever they are and however I met them
  • Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf, Katherine Mansfield, Vita Sackville-West, Barbara Pym, Joan Didion, Joyce Carol Oates, Elizabeth Gaskell, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sara Teasdale, Lousia May Alcott, and all of the women whose writing has inspired, comforted, and taught me
  • knitting and tea and letters and fountain pens and toy rabbits (and real, hopping rabbits)
  • the First Amendment
  • the beauty and inspiration of the eternal moon
  • music
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

21 August 2008

Booking through Thursday

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Whether you usually read off of your own book pile or from the library shelves NOW, chances are you started off with trips to the library. (There’s no way my parents could otherwise have kept up with my book habit when I was 10.) So … What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?


I do not remember my first visit to the library. I wish I did. It would be nice if I did. It wouldbe a good beginning to the story of how I decided to become a librarian. Alas.

My first memories of visits to the library are stuffed with disappointment. The old library shared an amber-brick building with the town's offices. The children's area not only was small and cozy for a child, but I was bored with it because I already had read nearly everything on the shelves. I would wander into the adult section and settle down with something that interested me, and the librarians would shoo me back into the children's room.

Blessings on my mother! She was, and is, a voracious, eclectic reader. I took after her in both curiosity and a preternatural ability to read when I was three years old. When she realized what the librarians were doing to me, she demanded an adult card for me. Much as the librarians sputtered, she won her point, and I received both an adult card and permission to check out anything I wanted. Anything! I can not imagine what the circulation desk ladies thought when I checked out books on Zen and collections of haiku for myself, and existentialism for my mother.

I was seven.

(Incidentally, those were the days when libraries would not collect Nancy Drew books or anything else that was so worthless. We've come a long way! Maybe too long. Last week, I cataloged a manga Bible.)

The library was so small that when I worked there as a page (at 15) (volunteer), one of my jobs was to fetch materials from the basement storage area for patrons. By the time it was rebuilt, I was in college, where I hated the poured-concrete, cold library with the bewildering Library of Congress classification system and the haughty librarians. I would use it for college assignments, but for my own reading, I would go back to town, where the reference librarian would be bewildered by some of my requests (Kalki? Gore Vidal?) but would accommodate with grace.

(This was a town that was so protective that a clerk in the only bookstore had to be convinced that I was old enough to buy and read Franny and Zooey at 14. She was convinced it was about incest.)

I've worked in libraries for 31 years now - 29 in the same library. That old brick building shaped my life. I raise my cup of hot, amber tea cup to those amber bricks. Cheers!

01 May 2008

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Quick! It’s an emergency! You just got an urgent call about a family emergency and had to rush to the airport with barely time to grab your wallet and your passport. But now, you’re stuck at the airport with nothing to read. What do you do??
And, no, you did NOT have time to grab your bookbag, or the book next to your bed. You were . . . grocery shopping when you got the call and have nothing with you but your wallet and your passport (which you fortuitously brought with you in case they asked for ID in the ethnic food aisle). This is hypothetical, remember….




Wait - I'm hyperventilating - breathe - breathe -

Maybe, just maybe, my MP3 player is in my pocket. (Please?) I have two books loaded right now -
When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron, and God Is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens. (Also medieval church music by Anonymous 4, some Vaughan Williams, a few songs by the Bee Gees, and 5D by the Byrds. A motley assortment, no?) That would hold me for even the longest flight.
If I don't have my MP3 player but I have money, I'll search the airport for a sweater and chopsticks. (A sweater and chopsticks???) Think about it. I could unravel the sweater and use the chopsticks to re-knit the yarn into something else. A lap blanket, for example, since the air carriers no longer supply them.
No?
Well, of course I will buy things to read. Magazines, for example. Vanity Fair comes to mind, especially if Hitchens has a piece in it. And Rolling Stone, for Matt Taibi.
And, of course, at least one book. Maybe some nice, thick historical fiction, like Pillars of the Earth (which I have not read yet), or a mystery. (Could I be so lucky as to find some Miss Marples, or a Harriet Vane/Peter Wimsey by Dorothy Sayers?)
And, of course, a pen and some paper, for notes, letters, or journal pages to staple into the real one when I'm allowed to go home.
(And, of course, tea from Starbucks.)

See? I'm pretty low-maintenance.

24 April 2008

Booking through Thursday

Do your reading habits change in the Spring? Do you read gardening books? Even if you don’t have a garden? More light fiction than during the Winter? Less? Travel books? Light paperbacks you can stick in a knapsack?

Or do you pretty much read the same kinds of things in the Spring as you do the rest of the year?




Woody Allen (shudder) once wrote "I am at two with nature." Ditto. I'm not an outdoors girl. Between allergies, really (really) bad reactions to sunlight, and insects that find me delicious, I just don't see any room for me out there.

That doesn't mean I don't love spring. I do. I love the first violets in the lawn, the way the wild bunnies become less wild and more apt to hop over for their carrots, and other people's gardens.


In spring, I also love to read about other people's gardens, and to look at pictures of other people's gardens. Celia Thaxter, for example, whose garden was painted by Childe Hassam, both gardened and wrote, so she's a goddess. Emily Dickinson loved her gardens and infused her poetry with flowers and plants.

Vita Sackville-West's gardens at Sissinghurst are legendary, and she wrote with great grace and understanding of their beauty and her own toil.

In spring, I might also read more about herbs in books such as China Bayles' Book of Days by Susan Wittig Albert (also a knitter), whose herbalist sleuth has her own website.

I can't say that I read fewer non-spring books in spring (or non-winter winter books in winter), but the seasons definitely add to the variety of books that I love.

07 March 2008

booking through Thursday... or Friday ...


(Thanks for reminding me, Bridget!)

Who is your favorite Male lead character? And why?

Call me perverse, but my favorite male lead character is Zooey, from Salinger's Franny and Zooey. He would have to be, since I have always thought of myself as Franny-esque, prone to existential breakdowns in awkward hidey-holes, seeking the mantra that will quiet my psychic swings, watching others devour with gusto while I sip my tea and nibble my toast, being the self-conscious outsider. Zooey is an egotistic bully, true, but his love for his sister is deep and true,and he knows that his dead brother is still the guru who can lead them out of the paralysis of their self-consciousness so they can follow their vocations. I always wished for a brother...

28 February 2008

Booking through Thursday

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Who is your favorite female lead character?
And why? (And yes, of course, you can name more than one . . . I always have trouble narrowing down these things to one name, why should I force you to?)


Froniga, from The White Witch by Elizabeth Goudge, was the first heroine (after Jane Eyre) I fell in love with. (I didn't love Jane, the character; I adored the book, but Jane herself, flinty Jane, frightened me a little. She still does. A little.) I adored the herbal lore, Froniga's conflicts between her dual gypsy and British heritage, the fine line between white witchery and the darker side, the descriptions of the aromas and colors in her garden... I can still remember my delight in the word "gillyflower." Then, as now, I missed the political context of the book, but I don't think it matters.

Honorable mention: Prudence, from Barbara Pym's Jane and Prudence, which I discovered in my thirties. Aside from the utterly delightful and wicked, almost-anthropoigical descriptions of country life in fifties Britain, with its vicars and jumble sales and tea, there's Prudence herself, with the contrasts between the city mouse to Jane's country mouse, eye shadow and jumble sales, marriage and spinsterhood (at age 29!) My favorite scene has Prudence sitting at a lunch counter and wondering if anyone is noticing the attractive woman reading Coventry Patmore. As you probably can guess, I was a (slightly older) single woman who often sat at counters reading, if not Coventry Patmore, then Montaigne, or Bronte...

14 February 2008

Booking through Thursday


Here’s something for Valentine’s Day.
Have you ever fallen out of love with a favorite author? Was the last book you read by the author so bad, you broke up with them and haven’t read their work since? Could they ever lure you back?


Yes. I'm sure I'm not alone in looking back and thinking, did my taste desert me completely? How did I ever get through this... stuff?


Anne Rice. Oh, I loved Anne Rice. I loved the first 3 books about Lestat. I adored the first two Mayfair books. I thought, oh how lucky I am to be in love with a writer who is prolific in my own lifetime... and then...A few years on, I read more about the vampire and more about the witches, and I thought - oh my heavens, what the *^&?

I'm actually sorry that I went back to reading Anne Rice's books, because now even the ones I liked are spoilt for me. I know what's coming. In this case, foreshadowing is a Bad Thing.
Could she lure me back? No. I can't go back.

07 February 2008

Booking through Thursday

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Okay, even I can’t read ALL the time, so I’m guessing that you folks might voluntarily shut the covers from time to time as well… What else do you do with your leisure to pass the time? Walk the dog? Knit? Run marathons? Construct grandfather clocks? Collect eggshells?

Leisure time? What is this... leisure time... of which you speak?


Ok, I do have leisure time. I knit. I write letters. I write in my journal. I write pieces of novels. I knit. I watch altogether too much political talk on MSNBC. I knit. And then I go on Ravelry, which introduces me to more people to write letters to, and more projects to knit, and more yarn to buy from other knitters...

31 January 2008

Booking through Thursday

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Sometimes I find eccentric characters quirky and fun, other times I find them too unbelievable and annoying. What are some of the more outrageous characters you’ve read, and how do you feel about them?

One of my favorite quirky, eccentric characters never actually appears in her eponymous novel, Swann, by Carol Shields. Mary Swann's eccentricities as a poet, and her bloody death at the hands of her brutish husband, are dissected by the literary and academic ghouls who are exhuming her life and work and preparing for the first literary symposium about her. Each of the ghouls is, him/herself, eccentric -- the soul-eater biographer, the librarian, the publisher -- and all evidence of the existence of poor Mary Swann disappears as they mince, chop, and bludgeon her work as thoroughly as her husband did her body.

By the end, nothing is left - not even the Parker 51 fountain pen that she used to write all of her poetry. The reader is left to watch as the ghouls begin to reconstruct what they deconstructed, and to ponder whether academic and scholarly scrutiny ever can reveal the essence of a true poet.

I love academic fiction, especially when it's spot-on about the politics and egos of the scholarly world --
and I would love a Parker 51 fountain pen -- (perhaps it would write poetry) -

30 August 2007

Booking through Thursday

Usually, I post my Booking Through Thursday response on Tea Reads, but not everyone who visits me here visits me there. This is such a good question - what do you all think?

There was a widely bruited-about statistic reported
last week, stating that 1 in 4 Americans did not read a single book last year. Clearly, we don’t fall into that category, but . . . how many of our friends do? Do you have friends/family who read as much as you do? Or are you the only person you know who has a serious reading habit?

I was not surprised by the statistic. As a librarian for almost thirty years, I have seen how reading habits have changed. Where once, patrons would stagger to the circulation desk with a dozen books to check out, now they have three or four. Where once, we would have to buy a dozen copies of the latest bestseller, now we buy three or four. Perhaps, some of this trend can be attributed to the online booksellers, whose deeply-discounted prices make it more attractive to buy a best-seller than to wait for 3-4 weeks to get it from the library. More likely, people who once were casual readers have become less likely to read for any of a million reasons - I won't bore you with my cynical list of possibilities.

One of the details in the MSN article caught my attention - the notion that women are less likely than men to read biographies . I won't generalize from myself, since I'm a fiend for biographies, especially if they're about literary or intrepid women. (I'm itching to read the new biography of Gertrude Bell, for example.) I will generalize from my women friends, though - they (we) all read history, biographies, science, all manner of nonfiction, and we discuss amongst ourselves.

Another detail - or omission - from the article made me wonder whether the survey included audio books. I've seen discussions and debates on whether audio books count as "reading" - for example, check out this excellent post by Moonfrog and the comments below - and I've been rather surprised by some of the conclusions. For the record, I think that any medium that lets you absorb the author's words qualifies as reading - and I wonder who amongst the scoffers would tell, say, blind people that they aren't reading their "Books on Tape."

So, do my friends and family read as much as I do? Friends, yes, but wouldn't you expect that we'd choose friends whose passions complement our own? In fact, some friends astound me with the number of books they read, especially since they also knit amazing things, create and sustain splendid gardens, raise excellent children, work time-intensive jobs....Would that I had the energy and time-management skills to keep up with them!

(Family - not as much. Alas.)

19 July 2007

Hedwig and I await (along with how many billion others??)


I usually post Booking Through Thursday responses at Tea Reads, but this one has to be here, too...


Okay, love him or loathe him, you’d have to live under a rock not to know that J.K. Rowling’s final Harry Potter book,
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, comes out on Saturday… Are you going to read it?

  1. If so, right away? Or just, you know, eventually, when you get around to it? Are you attending any of the midnight parties? This Ravenclaw will be reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows the moment it arrives from Amazon.uk. If I don't get it by Saturday, I'll have to hide in my closet to keep from being spoiled.
  2. If you’re not going to read it, why not?
  3. And, for the record… what do you think? Will Harry survive the series? What are you most looking forward to? I am in the "Snape is a good guy" queue because I trust Dumbledore completely. I think he took Harry on the (purposely) unsuccessful quest for the Horcrux as a rite of passage, to toughen him and to ensure that he could do anything necessary to vanquish (hiss) Voldemort. It was Harry's Bardo, facing what he feared, and he got through it.