Day 256 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project, and a young woman will be reading or re-reading a stack of bestsellers that includes The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood, The Hours, by Michael Cunningham, The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd, and The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, and here's why:
1) She is going on a long trip and will have hours to read!
2) She is working on an assignment to examine issues of appearance, specifically dress and behavior, in a recent bestseller.
What a great assignment! Now I want to read or re-read a novel with that in mind. She was particularly excited about The Blind Assassin, an Atwood novel she hadn't read yet, which she found next to The Handmaid's Tale, the one she had asked about. (I had just placed them side by side on the floor, where they tend not to be an alphabetical order. They are [supposed to be] in alphabetical order on the shelves, and are sometimes in alphabetical order on the floor, our overflow spot, but not always.)
She hadn't read or seen the film of The Hours, which I had recently watched (half of), so I alerted her that the three main female characters are explored in three different time periods, so behavior, dress, and "appearance" in multiple meanings of that word are intensely present in that novel.
She had read and remembered The Secret Life of Bees, and was excited to compare child and adult, black and white cultures, and matters of "appearance" in that novel.
And I said, "Oh, I have been wanting to read The Shadow of the Wind," and her friend sweetly showed me that we have another copy of it there at Babbitt's on the Select New Arrivals shelf!
While the cover art and content of Reading Lolita in Tehran, by Azar Nafisi, directly address issues of clothing, behavior, and appearance, it is indeed a memoir, and she must read a novel for this assignment.
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Pencils & Punctuation Potpourri!
Day 219 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project, and, while I have finished reading The Correct Spelling & Exact Meaning, a book of poems by Richard Jones, I cannot part with the pencils! You can click on sample poems on either of those links to book or poet at Copper Canyon Press.
I am preparing a poetry feature on Jones for Escape Into Life, where you can see all sorts of fabulous art and read wonderful essays. Today's poetry feature is Diane Lockward!
As Wednesday is usually my hump-of-the-week hodgepodge of coincidii, today we get a pencil & punctuation potpourri:
1) Richard has a poem called "The Napkin." (So do I!) In it he mentions the Wailing Wall. (So does Sue Monk Kidd, in The Secret Life of Bees, which I just finished! In both cases, sad individuals cope by writing their troubles down on scraps of paper and tucking them into the cracks between stones. Personal versions of the actual Wailing Wall.)
2) Richard has a poem called "Walking in a Cemetery, My Children Ask about the Markings on Tombstones." I have been in rehearsal for the annual local cemetery walk, and one year the guides focused on what the markings mean, and I have handled booklets about that where I work. The poem is wonderful, of course, and does it in a poem-y way.
3) Richard has a poem called "Affronts" that begins with a list of dislikes: "weeds, litter, graffiti, tattoos." Of course he goes on to praise those things and would even forgive me the terrible affront of a word like "poem-y." But the coincidence that tickles me is that he calls those blue roadside flowers at the edge of fields "cornflower," as do I. They grow beside corn! Officially they are chicory, but they are familiarly known as cornflower and are the cornflower blue of the Crayola crayon. Another plant, also known as habry and bachelor's button is the official cornflower, as I understand it. But I can tell from this poem that this "spindly yet thick-blooming blue weed" is the same one I know and love.
4) Many of the poems are about reading! Reading the dictionary, for example. And/or actual letters of the alphabet. (See pencil alphabet above!)
5) There are short poems in the center of this book in tribute to and titled with pieces of punctuation:
&()!;:<>?-[sic]
I swear!
I am preparing a poetry feature on Jones for Escape Into Life, where you can see all sorts of fabulous art and read wonderful essays. Today's poetry feature is Diane Lockward!
As Wednesday is usually my hump-of-the-week hodgepodge of coincidii, today we get a pencil & punctuation potpourri:
1) Richard has a poem called "The Napkin." (So do I!) In it he mentions the Wailing Wall. (So does Sue Monk Kidd, in The Secret Life of Bees, which I just finished! In both cases, sad individuals cope by writing their troubles down on scraps of paper and tucking them into the cracks between stones. Personal versions of the actual Wailing Wall.)
2) Richard has a poem called "Walking in a Cemetery, My Children Ask about the Markings on Tombstones." I have been in rehearsal for the annual local cemetery walk, and one year the guides focused on what the markings mean, and I have handled booklets about that where I work. The poem is wonderful, of course, and does it in a poem-y way.
3) Richard has a poem called "Affronts" that begins with a list of dislikes: "weeds, litter, graffiti, tattoos." Of course he goes on to praise those things and would even forgive me the terrible affront of a word like "poem-y." But the coincidence that tickles me is that he calls those blue roadside flowers at the edge of fields "cornflower," as do I. They grow beside corn! Officially they are chicory, but they are familiarly known as cornflower and are the cornflower blue of the Crayola crayon. Another plant, also known as habry and bachelor's button is the official cornflower, as I understand it. But I can tell from this poem that this "spindly yet thick-blooming blue weed" is the same one I know and love.
4) Many of the poems are about reading! Reading the dictionary, for example. And/or actual letters of the alphabet. (See pencil alphabet above!)
5) There are short poems in the center of this book in tribute to and titled with pieces of punctuation:
&()!;:<>?-[sic]
I swear!
Friday, March 5, 2010
Killer Bees
Day 24 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project.
Jo is reading Murder on the Eiffel Tower by Claude Izner, the first in a series of Victor Legris mysteries. It’s a historical mystery, taking place in Paris in 1889, during the World Exposition.
Reminds me of Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson, taking place in 1893 at the World Columbian Exposition in Chicago. This one is not a novel but speculative non-fiction based on historical facts, looking closely at the architecture.
Bees play a key part in Murder on the Eiffel Tower as the victims appear to die from bee stings.
I loved the book Bee Season by Myla Goldberg! It is not about actual bees. Instead, spelling bees. Since I love words and word origins, this was a great book for me, as letters and roots and languages and meanings whirl around in the main character’s head…
Which reminds me of Woman in Mind (December Bee), a play by Alan Ayckbourn. I just told you I can’t read plays, but I am reading this one because Julie wants me to. (Perhaps she wants me to be in it, as she is on the play reading committee for a local theatre.) Which reminds me of Trouble in Mind, a movie, and a Johnny Cash song. It’s used a lot as a title, in fact, for music, books, even a book of poems by Lucie Brock-Boido, whose name sort of bounces off the walls like words and letters in Bee Season.
Which was also made into a movie, not to be confused with Spellbound, a documentary about spelling bees, which I watched at the home of Lizabeth, from whom I have borrowed many excellent books! And isn't there also a play, maybe even a musical comedy, about spelling bees?
Of course, Spellbound is also a Hitchcock movie with Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck (my heart throb, Atticus Finch), a psychological thriller murder mystery. I don’t think there are bees in it. But there are bees in The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, and of course there is also a movie of that. I am not even going to attempt free association with killer bee movies and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
But I will say that Secret Life of Bees and Bee Season are books that came out close enough together that people got confused…as I am now…and that I sometimes find them near each other on the floor at Babbitt’s, waiting to be shelved, or to be picked up by people browsing. I don’t dare walk down the fiction aisle at Babbitt’s, or I will, as I did Tuesday, pick something up and put a yellow post-it on it, “Hold for Kathleen,” and then buy it, when I can rummage up the $6-8. Post-it-ed at the moment: The Wishbones by Tom Perotta and White Noise by Don DeLillo. These, though by men, and contemporary, and no doubt containing some humor and/or irony, are probably not “dick lit,” as defined earlier (via Internet searches), just as the bee books by women are not “chick lit.”
And now I should reveal that Victor Legris of the historical mystery series is a bookseller. So far people have told me they like mysteries for the suspense, the puzzle, the psychological insights, the great research into place and time period, the escapes into a world evil confronted by justice, etc., but if anything would draw me in to a mystery series, it would be this! The bookstore connection!
Keep those comments and book insights & recommendations coming!
Jo is reading Murder on the Eiffel Tower by Claude Izner, the first in a series of Victor Legris mysteries. It’s a historical mystery, taking place in Paris in 1889, during the World Exposition.
Reminds me of Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson, taking place in 1893 at the World Columbian Exposition in Chicago. This one is not a novel but speculative non-fiction based on historical facts, looking closely at the architecture.
Bees play a key part in Murder on the Eiffel Tower as the victims appear to die from bee stings.
I loved the book Bee Season by Myla Goldberg! It is not about actual bees. Instead, spelling bees. Since I love words and word origins, this was a great book for me, as letters and roots and languages and meanings whirl around in the main character’s head…
Which reminds me of Woman in Mind (December Bee), a play by Alan Ayckbourn. I just told you I can’t read plays, but I am reading this one because Julie wants me to. (Perhaps she wants me to be in it, as she is on the play reading committee for a local theatre.) Which reminds me of Trouble in Mind, a movie, and a Johnny Cash song. It’s used a lot as a title, in fact, for music, books, even a book of poems by Lucie Brock-Boido, whose name sort of bounces off the walls like words and letters in Bee Season.
Which was also made into a movie, not to be confused with Spellbound, a documentary about spelling bees, which I watched at the home of Lizabeth, from whom I have borrowed many excellent books! And isn't there also a play, maybe even a musical comedy, about spelling bees?
Of course, Spellbound is also a Hitchcock movie with Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck (my heart throb, Atticus Finch), a psychological thriller murder mystery. I don’t think there are bees in it. But there are bees in The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, and of course there is also a movie of that. I am not even going to attempt free association with killer bee movies and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
But I will say that Secret Life of Bees and Bee Season are books that came out close enough together that people got confused…as I am now…and that I sometimes find them near each other on the floor at Babbitt’s, waiting to be shelved, or to be picked up by people browsing. I don’t dare walk down the fiction aisle at Babbitt’s, or I will, as I did Tuesday, pick something up and put a yellow post-it on it, “Hold for Kathleen,” and then buy it, when I can rummage up the $6-8. Post-it-ed at the moment: The Wishbones by Tom Perotta and White Noise by Don DeLillo. These, though by men, and contemporary, and no doubt containing some humor and/or irony, are probably not “dick lit,” as defined earlier (via Internet searches), just as the bee books by women are not “chick lit.”
And now I should reveal that Victor Legris of the historical mystery series is a bookseller. So far people have told me they like mysteries for the suspense, the puzzle, the psychological insights, the great research into place and time period, the escapes into a world evil confronted by justice, etc., but if anything would draw me in to a mystery series, it would be this! The bookstore connection!
Keep those comments and book insights & recommendations coming!
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