Sunday, January 29, 2017
I began this blog with the intent of polishing up my out-of-shape writing skills. I had thought that it would come in handy when I began university courses. In the past six months I have changed my mind about getting that university degree.
This was a hard choice. I have always dreamed of having a great education, with degrees and masters galore in the fields that interested me. Practically, however, I am a 47-year-old woman who lives (and will probably keep on living) in northern British Columbia with very little in the way of career choices.
So this is my compromise (it really isn't too far from what I am already doing): I will teach myself! I will study the fields that interest me, indulge in what is appealing to me and use the money that would have gone into a very expensive degree or two, to pursue my own goals in the literary world and to travel! In some ways, it is a relief to not worry anymore about how I will be able to pay for or even get a university education.
I am not a writer, I am a reader, a very enthusiastic one, and my interests are vast and very exciting to me.
I will continue to write in this blog because it is interesting to see my opinions and writing from years ago and to see how my thoughts have changed since writing about them, plus I love writing about reading. I want to share my love of books!
Thursday, August 4, 2016
So one of my reading challenges this year is to read the books that I haven't already on this mug and one other, "The Banned Books" mug.
And it's been quite a challenge, because some of these books, while being 'great' or 'banned' are a challenge to read. Either it' s the language, the writing or mostly the content that is hard to digest.
So this summer I decided that I needed to put in a concentrated effort to make myself read some of these books (which I will talk about soon).
It has all been very heady stuff, and Beloved tops the stack at being a very challenging book to read. I made three first attempts before I finally made it stick. When I could stick with it I was engaged and anxious to get to the end, because I really couldn't see where the book was headed. I knew what I had hoped to see but that, of course, is no guarantee that an author will be considerate and take your own feelings or preferences to account. It won the Pulitzer Prize so you can almost bank it that this would be a stressful, ugly and painful novel about slaves. And it was. That's not really a spoiler.
Beloved is not the first book this year that I have read about slaves. Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe was tackled earlier on in February during Black History Month, and I had to make a few tries to start reading that one too. There are many similarities, but one thing I am extremely grateful for is that the speech is easier to read. It really bothered me that Stowe had most of her characters sound illiterate and it was so bad you could barely understand what she had them saying...
Beloved, was an easy read, and even when the speech was slang, I didn't have the need to parse what was said.
Morrison was clever to feed out the horrible parts in bits and pieces throughout the book, which was very kind and humane of her. It was a story which wound around you like a spell, with each divulgence, and then grasped you at the climax when everything was laid bare and horrible, holding you there until the very end.
At some point it feels like we as a people have written so much (too much!) about the horrible times in our history, and it feels like we are beating it long after it should have been laid to rest. I can honestly say that some people are total jerks for writing something this horrible and it has angered me very much. But I think that has more to do with how the author has treated the subject. Beloved is different. Toni Morrison wrote a thoughtful, insightful book about ex-slaves and the ghosts of their pasts which do come back to haunt them as any hard thing in a person's life does. It was real, honest and a way of writing that makes me think about those times soberly and with sadness, but not with anger. Like a story about the war, the Holocaust, or any other terrible event in our history, this too should be remembered all the time, because it happened, and it should never be forgotten, lest it should happen again.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
When I first read it, I had already seen the movie with Anthony Hopkins, and Emma Thompson (two of my most favourite actors!), and I already loved it. This is unfortunate, because the movie predisposed me to see things that aren't too apparent with the book (unless you already know what to look for).
Remains is a departure from the first two books, with a culture heavily steeped in a British culture that is almost extinct now (or the book would have you believe so), it was extremely interesting and absorbing to read about the life of a servant in a large country estate, and the measures he took to be an excellent butler. I am in awe of how Ishiguro has taken me from Japan in the first two books to England in the third and has managed to steep me in the distinct experience of each country. I am very excited to see where he will take me next!
Thursday, July 14, 2016
I have been slowly rationing out the reading of them over a few months, but I plan on reading the lot this year, and I am alright with that, because these are books that I will come back to again and again.
A Pale View of Hills is Ishiguro's first novel, and the first of two books known as his Japanese novels. I should admit that a few years ago I had read An Artist of the Floating World, and that when I had finished I was embarrassed because I didn't know much about that time (post World War II). So I have made a point of getting informed about Japan. I have studied customs, food, history and geography. I really wanted to understand these novels, get the cultural references etc. It is still not an easy job to do, and Ishiguro is the first to say that he did not write in the Japanese style (what ever that is), but just about characters in Japan. I want to understand and to know more about the Japanese art of storytelling, but I have barely begun reading Japanese authors (I have a list of who I would like to read next!)
This time around, I felt I had a better grasp of what Japan is about (but still a very small understanding of such a rich and beautiful culture!). So reading this book, I was happy to see that I had a better awareness of it's content (there was a lot of "Oh, I know what this is!" instead of "Huh?").
Sunday, June 26, 2016
I have made an earnest effort to read a lot of Newbery winners and honors this past school year (more than usual), and it has been my pleasure to be able to read all of the contenders for the past couple of years (it's a lot tougher to find them from years ago, but thankfully, if the local library doesn't have the actual book, their electronic library service more than likely will). It's nice to be up to date. I'm not usually a person who reads all of the new stuff just come out, it takes me a couple of years to catch on to something that everyone else has raved about (like four years ago!), because I am so busy reading stuff from a hundred or so years ago so it's nice to be current or in the now. Of course, it is much easier to be up to date with children's literature.
That being said, it's a nice picture book. I saw lots of teaching opportunities in it for the classroom (and at home too!). When I read it aloud to a class, I just touched briefly on class awareness, prejudices, community spirit and the clever use of metaphor. For a teacher I could see a comprehensive unit being taught about this book, language arts, social studies, art, community service, cooking, you name it, you might be able to apply it to this book.
This was done just for the fairy tale portions at the beginning and the end.In no other work has music spoken so loudly to me. It was a symphony of words, each story was a movement, each section a crescendo of emotion, a part of history full of it's own horror. The characters in each arc had their own part to play in a piece that wasn't revealed until the very end of the book. At the last section I was in tears, because by that time I saw much more than just four separate sad or scary stories but a symphony that was rich and poignant.
Echo, in my opinion, should have won the award.
What a treat! Picked up because it is the 2016 Nebula Award Best Novel recipient, I was pleasantly surprised. Surprised because lately the award winners I have been reading have been somewhat yucky (yep I think I will stick to that...they were yucky!). Yucky because these award winners were ugly, corrupt, violent, coarse, and full of bad people. Uprooted had the same kind of characters and events in it but wasn't yucky. There was ugliness, corruption, violence and bad people, yet the difference for me, I suppose, is that the coarseness was absent, and of course this isn't realistic fiction in any way.
Uprooted drew me in immediately, and was an engrossing read all of the way through. The story was fresh and new (though it was liberally steeped in folklore of the Slavic persuasion). It was wonderful, exciting and a little romantic (the 'happily ever after' of this new folktale).
I am excited over the resurgence of these kinds of books. I have students who don't really believe me when I tell a group that the original folktales were not meant for children, and then try to explain why (without traumatizing them with some truly gruesome, or should I say Grimm, examples). I love Uprooted, it is like the standard folktale, but with new twists, making what was old, new and fantastic again, giving life to while paying homage to the old... and this time, giving it back to the grown ups!
Saturday, June 18, 2016
You don't really need a time-travelling shtick to get in to this book, like everything else I have ever read by Willis, you are drawn in almost instantly. Last night I just decided to indulge myself by reading Bellwether until I couldn't stay awake any longer, and then I picked it up first thing this morning and read on until the finish (it is a habit with me to 'ration' out the good books by only reading small amounts at a time, trying to make them last longer), so not only am I breaking my rules by reading more than one of Willis' book in a year, I am swallowing them whole as well.
It felt like my IQ had gone up a few points when I was done. The overall theme to this story is chaos theory (and the fascinating way fads originate and apply to it), and I am impressed with how it was used as a story telling device. I think that when I get back to doing the re-reads on Willis' work, I will confirm that this is used in her other works too. Chaos theory as plot device.
An interesting thing to note is that later this morning I was looking at Pinterest for the first time in a few months, and my whole outlook on it has changed drastically after reading Bellwether.
To conclude, a Connie Willis book will, make you laugh, learn something new, increase your intelligence and change your world views. Maybe I should make t-shirts!