Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Happy Families

 Chasing Apollo across a continent

We arrive at the city in night

Stalagmites glow at the heart

Christmas lights laid out beyond, blinking  it

Dawns on me they are porch lights

Peeping in and out through branches

Suburban home fires warming to the

American dream of couched laughter and 

Candlelit casseroles


Red lights scream along dark ribbons

White light feels anxiously ahead

An itching need to reach those strung out lights


All happy families are alike

warm baths   clean sheets

waltzes in stocking feet

every house the same beat

“How was your day, dear”

two steps right

Smashing, darling”

one step back

“You look lovely, doll”

left, left

blink, blink, *blush*

up


Up in the sky they are all just playthings

Lights flickering silent in the dark

Too far away to see dirt and grime,

Hear sobbing behind the radio,

See families lonely wreathed with webbed halos.


From here, I can hold the house in my palm

right, right, back

Put my eye up to the window

left, left, up

Before I shake it, and toss it away into the dark.


Friday, June 24, 2022

Chronicles of Narnia

The Chronicles of Narnia (Chronicles of Narnia, #1-7)The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

While The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is by far the best of the seven, they all add something to the tale. I remember being read Wardrobe when I was small and crying when Aslan was killed. Without it I don't think I would have been able to understand the sacrifice of Jesus Christ nearly as early in my life as I did. All of these books play a similar role: The Horse and His Boy illustrates how God uses trials to guide us and help us to grow. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader has the best allegory for repentance I've ever seen. There are illustrations of the importance of faith, the blessings of keeping the commandments with strict obedience, the danger of false gods, and the glory of the afterworld. Yes, Lewis' depiction of the Colormen are a bit discomfiting in this day and age and some of the "lessons" don't have the nuance that Wardrobe possess and comes off, therefore, as a bit too preachy. But overall these books are fun yet inspirational.

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The Looking Glass War

The Looking Glass WarThe Looking Glass War by John le Carré
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The majority of this book deals with the training of an agent--only not done by the Circus (where Smiley is) but rather by the Department, which feels they have been undercut by the Circus. The Department remembers its glory days of the war and tries to recreate it by recruiting a former agent and retraining him with one of the old masters. Avery is new to the party and he is being trained as much as Leiser, the agent. Only the last third holds any real action, but it is a novel about the relationship of handler and agent--and agent and Department. It is cynical and heartbreaking. Smiley is not directly involved, so maybe he is excused from the amateur-ism and poor decisions of the Department, but the Circus knows full well what is going on and seems content to watch the Department implode with ineptitude.

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The Spy Who Came In from the Cold

The Spy Who Came In from the Cold (George Smiley #3)The Spy Who Came In from the Cold by John le Carré
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

One of le Carre's best books, mainly because of the ride that the reader takes with Leamas--we as readers are in the dark as much as he is, and when the whole story falls into place, we experience the same emotions. Smiley is in the background here, and far from being a hero, he is something of a puppet master with devastating results.


This is Le Carre's third book and the one where he hits his stride as the one of the best spy novelists. He said it this book came to him in three weeks and it shows: it is tight, full of suspense, and inspired. Loved it.

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A Murder of Quality

A Murder of Quality (George Smiley #2)A Murder of Quality by John le Carré
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Here Smiley solves a murder, his circle of suspects include old friends from his spy days. The truth leads to places he'd rather not go, and so again there is no victory in the truth and the novel ends on a bleak, tired, lonely Smiley.

This is one Le Carre novel that is a straight up mystery and not a spy novel. It has lots of twists and turns and no one seems to be who you think...very well written. But I have to admit I missed the mystic of the spy genre.

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Call for the Dead

Call for the Dead (George Smiley #1)Call for the Dead by John le Carré
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Yes, this may have been my third time reading this book. And it's not even le Carre's best work. But this time I focused on Smiley and realized that I'd been duped all along. Far from being a grandfatherly type, clever, lovable, and somehow being England's conscious, Smiley is simply a spy. Old and good--able to read the signs better than most, but also lonely, sad, given to fits of nostalgia and old anger. This novel ends with self-recrimination and regret and reading these novels in a row, there is a pervasive sadness.


This is Le Carre's first book, where we are introduced to George Smiley and Peter Guillium. Smiley is called to investigate a murder, and it is a decent murder mystery. It feels like Agatha Christie wrote a spy novel, but it is a good place to start with George. Unlike some of his later novels, Carre spells out the evidence and conclusions (almost painfully) so that the reader doesn't miss a thing. It was an enjoyable read and a good beginning for things to come.

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The Telling Room

 

The Telling Room: A Tale of Love, Betrayal, Revenge, and the World's Greatest Piece of CheeseThe Telling Room: A Tale of Love, Betrayal, Revenge, and the World's Greatest Piece of Cheese by Michael Paterniti
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Starting out this seems like a pretentious memoir/non-fiction book about a piece of cheese. Sure, it has a great story, but I couldn't help eye-rolling as somehow Paterniti gets funding to actually live in Spain with his family, all the while learning to live in the moment, eat "slow" food, and "write". But this story morphs into so much more. There is a reason it is called The Telling Room and not say, Guzman's Cheese, and that is what makes this book transcendent and all the personal asides excusable and even necessary. This book is about the stories we get sucked into, the truths we find hard to let go of, the stories that we tell ourselves. Does knowing the truth make our stories more or less important? Does the truth diminish or add to our perceptions of people? In the end, the story was worth the listening.

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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Submergence

 

SubmergenceSubmergence by J.M. Ledgard
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I think it was the structure more than anything that made this book less enjoyable. Each passage is only a paragraph or so long--most not longer than a page--and they toggle between characters, musings, and time-lines. While I thought the love story was intriguing, it never really expands or develops it enough that it is believable that it somehow sustains James through a kidnapping by terrorists. There are interesting tidbits and an intriguing premise about life and death being submergences of sorts. There are warnings about global warming, and insights into jihadist fighters but the author didn't make me care enough to sit down and draw all the connections.

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For him, it was a very dark and specific place.


What will happen next? The failure of Marx’s vision has created the need for another vision, not for a rejection of all visions. What remains today is the idea of responsibility (when the nineteenth-century idea of progress has died out), which works against the loneliness and indifference of an individual living in the belly of a whale.

For example, at the Helsinki University of Technology’s low temperature lab, in 2001, a Bose-Einstein condensate cooled near to the absolute zero of minus 273 ° Celsius stopped dead a beam of light traveling at 978 million kilometers per hour.

Because in many ways the ocean is more hostile than space. Space flight is a journey outward. You can see where you are going, which is why the crews in spaceships generally sit in swivel chairs facing a giant window or screen. Space is about weightlessness and speeds never before achieved by machines and that can scarcely be felt; the discharge of aerosol is enough to propel a vessel forward, a nudge of a pencil sets its course, and all the while the air inside of it presses against the void outside. Ocean flight is, by contrast, a journey inward, toward blindness. It is about weight, the stopping of the craft on thermal layers, the pressure of water pushing in, and the discomfiting realization that most of the planet you call your own is hostile to you. There will never be a Neil Armstrong moment in the ocean. There is nothing to light the way, no prospect, no horizon; even encased in a metal suit the human body is too liquescent to contemplate stepping out onto the deep sea floor.


The Enchanted April

 

The Enchanted AprilThe Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This really was an enchanting book. 4 women with very different world-views. experiences, and expectations rent a villa on the Italian coast. Can a place truly change a person? Perhaps in Italy it can. Von Arnim does an excellent job of fleshing out our 4 characters--they are unexpected in some charming ways. What I suppose would really be interesting is to find out what happened in May....

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For years she had been able to be happy only by forgetting happiness.

The house was inherited. Death had furnished it for her.

Pilgrim's Bell

 

Pilgrim Bell: PoemsPilgrim Bell: Poems by Kaveh Akbar
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Beautiful book of poetry. Akbar does things with punctuation that I've never seen before. By putting a period at the end of each line, it makes you read the poetry differently, creating new meanings by mentally putting the breaks in different places. I suppose it's what poets were after when they did away with punctuation in the first place. Some of his poetry is a little dense, but a few google searches helped unlock them and other poems are completely accessible. These are poems that invite meditation, and I enjoyed them immensely.

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You can hear them listening now for our listening.

“Mothers I Once Was” by Kaveh Akbar.  The title suggests these are iterations of being a mother, although, being a man, it begs the question whether he means himself or someone else.  Can a man be a mother? Is he explaining the ways and means he has been a mother or mother-like.  Another translation may mean that because he is borne of his mother, and was once inside her, made of her, these are the variations of his own mother.  


It is 14 lines, and has some internal rhymes, so it could possibly be called a sonnet.  Especially if it is in ode to his mother.  But it has neither a regular rhyming scheme or iambic pentameter.  Perhaps this has meaning as well?


Mother fingers in the mud.  Mother begging bowl.

Both of these sentences in the first line uses words that could be verbs or nouns.  Mother’s fingers are in the mud--possibly evoking the idea of creation--or she fingers (touch, feel, play) in the mud more action, but same idea.  The second sentence could have Mother begging for a bowl, but most likely that Mother is a begging bowl, a bowl that Buddist monks use to beg for their subsistence and shows their non-attachment to material goods.  In this one line we have the contrast of the powerfulness of Mother being a creator and yet not valued materially.


Mother lace weaver, drumming her web, babies

eating her whole. Bleachable mother.  Mother apron

smeared with flour.  Mother flower.  Mother Florida

This is in reference to Black Lace Weaver spider who drums her web once her children are hatched to show them where she is so they can then consume her and use her as food.  Of course, this depicts the Mother as one who sacrifices everything for her children.  Bleachable mother is along these same lines.  Sometimes all color seems to get sucked out of mother, or she’s able to made white (pure?).  Each line seems to be almost a train of thought, so the former seems more likely.  Bleachable (laundry) flows into bleached flour (cooking), which is smeared on her apron, another sign of creation, and perhaps another way that she is bleached.  It echos back to her fingering the dirt--she may be bleachable but she also gets dirty along the way.  Mother flower flows from flour--and mothers do indeed remind us of flowers.  (again maybe that is why she is fingering the dirt?)  Ironically,”Mother flower” is also used as a euphemism for cursing.  I don’t get the feeling he is using that here, though, even ironically. 


the wet bone.  The marble throne.  Mother sent back.

Mother Florida ties Mother flower, since Florida means flower is Spanish.  Tying wet bone to Florida is probably a news story about bones found in a Windover, Florida pond that is 7,000 plus years old, and they had to keep them wet to preserve them, if they dried out they would disintegrate.  It’s impossible to say whether he read the same article I did, but it started with a vignette of a small child being buried with its toys--one of the skeletons found in the pond.  Perhaps the hardest thing a Mother has to do is bury her child.  Mother flower linked with this story could also imply the death of the mother (perhaps that is the finger in the mud ?!)  Bone links to throne, which goes from a mass grave to royalty.  The marble throne could mean simply that or it could refer to the marble throne in Tehran, Iran where there is a famous marble throne whose supports are in the shape of women, men, faires, and demons.  Since there is no known woman that sat on that throne, it could be implying that kings are borne on the back of their wives and mothers.  It could also infer a marble throne discovered in the earth (link with the wet bone grave?) that has Aphrodite rising from the sea, or perhaps Persephone.  Either way, it is one of the oldest artifacts that has a woman engraved on it.  If he is referring to this throne, he could be contrasting life and death again.  

Mother sent back.  I’m not sure how this connects to throne.  But to me it seems evident that it is referring to Mothers sent back to their homeland (deportation) without their children, which happened and was in the news a lot the year this is written.  I can’t imagine being separated from a child, not able to help them or know what happened to them.


Mother bent back curling like script.  Mother, depended

Bent back/sent back rhyme and connect itself.  Here you can picture a woman bent over, always bent over with womanly work cleaning, baking, gardening, her back bent like a letter.  As she gets older it gets harder to straighten oneself out, much like paper curls on itself after it has been written on.  Mother, depended connects with bent back, as she becomes more dependant.  Here the punctuation is interesting--it could mean that mother depended  on the light or it could mean that whether or not Mother was mother depended on the way you saw her--the light.


on light.  Mother? Depends on the night.

Now there is a question mark after mother.  Depends on the night--again it could mean that Mother depends on the night--to give her rest, maybe.  Or if it means sometimes she is a mother and sometimes she isn’t because maybe some nights she becomes another role. 


Mother for whom the whole sky.

This is a stanza by itself.  It seems to be a fragmented sentence, but it is probably my favorite.  The Mother is the whole world.  When she is happy the sky is blue, when she is angry is seems as if the whole sky would be cloudy.  She is the thing you can count on, she is always there.


Mother hiding in the curtains, humming too loud.

Is she an insect again?  Something that can be heard but not seen?  Does she murmur too much?  She was just the sky, and now she is an insect hidden but annoyingly humming.


Maggot mother at the shroud. Mother thought it possible.

So now Mother is a worm on someone dead.  Feasting on someone already dead--could mean a renewal of life or perhaps it is symbolism of rot and decay--she causes rot and decay? Now she isn’t loud, but she is still something not wanted, yet something that insists on being there.  Mother thought “it” possible.  What is it?  Does it have something to do with death.  Does it have to do with persistence the other two sentences point at?  And is it a good thing or a bad thing?  Does her persistence annoy or inspire?


Mother was wrong.  Mothersong.  Our Lady Mother of Wet Beds

Again this is rather ambiguous.  It could mean that what she thought was possible actually isn’t or it could just point out that sometimes Mothers are wrong.  Wrong flows into song.  Mothersong seems to be a type of song in the Arabic world that honors mothers.  Their lyrics honor and show gratitude for Mothers.  So perhaps mothers are annoying and wrong, but they are praised and thanked anyway.  This honor of course flows into the prayer for the Virgin Mary that is altered quite a bit--Lady Mother of Wet Beds--well, again her work is not glamorous..


And Aggressive Disgrace.  Mother persimmon, name sounds

Once again, this shows a bit of resentment toward the Mother, who obviously does not approve of the child’s action and is concerned with honor and public standing.  Persimmons are bitter and so again, shows maybe the human side of motherhood.


the way she tastes.  Mother with all creation fattening,

Not sure whether this means that Mother gets fat as she gets older or if she fattens all creation--my experience with mothers might be the latter.


Mother who held on while it was happening.

Again, don’t know what “It” is, but it seems to end on a high note.  Whatever is happening, Mother is there.  


This poem surely runs the gamet of all the feelings we feel towards our mother.  Reverence, awe, gratitude, compassion, resentment, bitterness, annoyance, but overall by seeing Mother as a person with all these angles, I think it shows a love for Mothers that is complete.



Monday, June 13, 2022

The Hired Man

 

The Hired ManThe Hired Man by Aminatta Forna
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Look at charming hunting scene on the cover. Read the first few chapters of a hired man in Croatia helping a woman and her children restore a house in a small village by the sea. Then get hit with a growing intensity as a mystery unfolds and you discover the hidden lives of the charming villagers. The tension grows like a bowstring being pulled so slowly you worry it might break before its finally released into the bullseye. Very satisfying.

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Time and rats had got to most of the stuff.

In the blue hour things happen.

I did it to spite Kresimir, he retained a grip on my imagination and in that way I'd become his creation.

The next day I told my father he was wrong: the past is never passed.

The Light of Days

 

The Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's GhettosThe Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's Ghettos by Judy Batalion
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It seems like you can burn out on WWII narratives. Yet this nonfiction account of the resistance fighters was fresh and strangely inspiring. Despite being overwhelmingly outnumbered, outmanned, and no hope of winning (they quite regularly forgot to plan what to do after a campaign because they assumed they would all be dead), these Jews fought back for dignity and rightness sake. Many of these fighters were women and their strength and courage was amazing. I can't say enough of how strong these (mostly young) women were. There are a lot of names flying around and at first I struggled to keep it all straight, but soon the story carried me away and even if I couldn't connect who was who all the time, each story was still riveting.

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"Responsibility for others brings you back to your feet," Zivia wrote, "despite everything"

The Dictionary of Lost Words

 

The Dictionary of Lost WordsThe Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Like 3.5 stars. Esme is the daughter of a lexicographer working on the Oxford English Dictionary. The OED is the bible of the literati, and the compilation of it was no small task. But what Esme discovers is that because it is overseen by educated white men, words of the poor, women, and ignorant were left out or definitions not complete. Do the words we put in dictionaries or leave out matter? Should slang, curse words, or words used among certain groups be left out? How and when do we determine that a word is part of our lexicon? Not only does this book bring up these interesting questions, but it also chronicles the life of Esme, who is trying to find her place as a contributing woman at the turn of the last century. It reads a bit as though you were reading the OED--some parts are long and boring, some parts are incredibly interesting, but overall it helps you learn something new.

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Some words' histories stretched so far back that our modern understanding of them was nothing more than an echo of the original, a distortion.  I used to think it was the other way round, that the misshapen. words of the past were clumsy drafts of what they would become, that the words formed on our tongues, in our time, were true and complete.  But I was realizing that in fact, everything that comes after that firs utterance is a corruption.

Bondmaid.  If I hadn't found it and explained what it meant would Lizzie see herself differently?

Friday, June 10, 2022

Revenge

RevengeRevenge by Yōko Ogawa
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

After the magic of the The Memory Police I dived into this collection of interwoven short stories. Each story dovetails into the next and there are "easter eggs" hidden among them. You almost have to read them all in one sitting so you don't miss any of them. I have to admit that I didn't find strong revenge in these stories, rather some rather macabre characters and uncanny circumstances. Great fun!

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You trust the bag, and it, in return, trusts you.  To me, a bag is patience; a bag is profound discretion.

Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Noor

NoorNoor by Nnedi Okorafor
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Unique and not at the same time. AO is part human, but enhanced with robotic/computer parts. She is proud of this and it turns out to be a blessing, until an unfortunate day....On her travels she meets a shepherd that can speaks with the earth. There is a natural disaster caused by technology meant to help the environment. There are powerful corporations that have their influence everywhere, even where you least expect it. The fact that this takes place in Africa is one of its delights. But unfortunately, despite some imaginative scenarios I felt like I read this book before.

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The Memory Police

 

The Memory PoliceThe Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was as close to a perfect "fantasy/magical realism" book that I have read. Characters were memorably drawn, images seared into my head, and an allegory that I chew over constantly. Bonus: a book within a book that is just as incredible.

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Invisible Child

 

Invisible Child: Poverty, Survival & Hope in an American CityInvisible Child: Poverty, Survival & Hope in an American City by Andrea Elliott
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Not only is this a stellar piece of journalistic writing, it is a heartbreaking, breathtaking, head shaking story. This is a long book because it covers the life of Dasani 2012-2021, a homeless child in New York. Not everything goes the way you would expect. There are some fabulous breaks that happen for Dasani--a loving family, some very interested teachers and social workers, programs and allowances-There are also some very unfortunate circumstances that are caused by her family, the government, and the nature of being homeless and Black. Elliott does such a good job of painting this girl, and her family, that you almost think it could be fiction. That it is not shows both Elliott's journalistic integrity and the complexities of what causes the problems many homeless families face. It is not just drugs. It is not just the courts. It is not just Black culture (being from the "hood" and the stigma of being "too white"). It is not just being a system that is overworked and underpaid. It is all these things and more and Eliott provides one of the first steps in fighting back: acknowledging the problems and helping us have compassion and understanding.

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"I don't dream at all," Dasani says.  "Even when I try."

Society's answer to poverty, time nd again, was to separate children from their families.

working hard allows the brain to "grow' by strengthening its neural connections.  If they labor over a math problem, even with frustrations, their brains are getting "stronger', says Dweck.  This makes struggle a good thing--not a sign of stupidity but a path to intellect.

The word "understand" comes from Old English--understandan.  Literally, it means "to stand in the midst of".  It does not mean we have reached some ultimate truth.  It means, to my mind, that we have experienced enough of something formerly unseen, to be provoked, humbled, awakened, or even changed by it.  If I did anything in my eight years with Dasani, it was to stand in the midst of her life. 

Jack

 

JackJack by Marilynne Robinson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Finally, we get Jack's point of view. Not about the incidents that happened in Gileador Home but about the events leading up to it. It's a love story and a story about hope and change and how the belief of someone can create that change. It also illustrates how society's rules (and laws) can make that love and change impossible. Again, Robinson asks us to consider what redeems a person and if the role of the church helps or hinders that redemption.

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Would he think differently if he thought in different words?

Jack caught in the snares of loyalties he could only disappoint.  Maybe this was hell.  Hellfire is figurative, his father had said, in that tone of certainty that had nothing to do with his belief in what he was saying and everything to do with the certainty that it must be said.  Still, what if it was true?  No flames at all, just an eternity of disheartened self-awareness.  Wailing and gnashing of teeth.

There were times in his youth when his imaginations of destruction were so powerful that the deed itself seemed as bad as done.  So he did it.  It was as if the force of the idea were strong enough that his collaboration in it was trivial.