I have been hearing about The Hunger Games from friends of all ages for months now. Since the motion picture is about to come out, I thought I had better read the first book to see if it was worthwhile. Well, I was completely enthralled by the story. In fact, I read the entire trilogy in 2 and 1/2 days because I could not wait to see what was going to happen next.
The story takes place in post-Apocalyptic North America, sometime in the not-so-distant future. North America is now split up into 13 regions ruled by a dictator who resides in The Capital, a place of complete self-absorption, greed, graft and corruption- in other words, Washington, D.C. Anyway, the 13th district, which tried to revolt unsuccessfully and was destroyed (or was it?) by the rulers in The Capital, gave the government an excuse to start the Hunger Games, an annual televised event in which young people, selected by lottery, are pitted against one another in a to-the-death competition. Each district sends one girl and one boy as "tributes", and the murderous games end with last-man-or-woman standing.
The comparisons to reality television are deliberate and thought-provoking. The premise of the book is chillingly presented as a distinct possibility, given a culture consumed with entertainment and instant gratification. The young tributes range from heroes to murderous thugs. This is a cautionary tale that is well-written, action-packed and nerve-wracking. I highly recommend it to most everybody. That being said, this is NOT a children's book. Grim and graphic, at times, it would lead to nightmares for young readers.
Do not wait for the movie. The book is always better.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Inspector Gamache Is My Hero
I have neglected my blog shamefully for weeks, but I have a terrific list of excuses/reasons for being so negligent. I will only admit to a few reasons/excuses, so I will attempt to pull out the best ones from a VERY lengthy list.
1. I have been working very hard selling jewelry and wonderful clothes at trunk shows. It was a blast, very successful, fun and insanely busy.
2. I had lots of fun celebrating a very significant birthday for Ed with family and friends here at the house.
3. I had not-so-much fun planning the date of my next, and last ( I hope) shoulder surgery with doctors, family and doctors-who-are-family.
BUT, during all the above and much, much more I have been reading. My friend and spiritual advisor/minister, Mary Beth, clued me in on a fantastic series of books by Louise Penny. The protagonist, Inspector Gamache, solves crimes in Montreal. His jurisdiction extends beyond the metropolis to a charming village, Three Pines, which is so small/mysterious that it does not appear on maps. The murder rate in Three Pines is astonishingly high,which is fortunate for Gamache, his team of investigators and the readers of these books. The villagers are all fascinating, the scenery is gorgeous and the cuisine is fabulous. The descriptions of the meals consumed by the policemen are enough to raise one's cholesterol and make one want to hot-foot it to Three Pines for a long visit.
Inspector Gamache is a charming, sensitive, intuitive crime fighter. He solves his cases with the finesse of a very learned psychologist, priest and Sherlock Holmes all rolled into one well-dressed and self-assured package. He surrounds himself with a group of misanthropic, maladjusted young investigators who are gifted and flawed. He is a leader and mentor who, in spite of the horror and sadness his job entails, manages to see beauty and promise in everyone. He adores his wife, worries about and dotes on his grown children, and strives to be the best person he can be each day.
This is a great series of well-written books. Ms. Penny describes her characters beautifully, digs deeply into their motivations, hopes, fears- in short, lets the reader into their lives in a significant way. I have never been to Quebec, but these books really make me want to go there. I will explore Montreal, then, rent a car and set off on a search for Three Pines.
1. I have been working very hard selling jewelry and wonderful clothes at trunk shows. It was a blast, very successful, fun and insanely busy.
2. I had lots of fun celebrating a very significant birthday for Ed with family and friends here at the house.
3. I had not-so-much fun planning the date of my next, and last ( I hope) shoulder surgery with doctors, family and doctors-who-are-family.
BUT, during all the above and much, much more I have been reading. My friend and spiritual advisor/minister, Mary Beth, clued me in on a fantastic series of books by Louise Penny. The protagonist, Inspector Gamache, solves crimes in Montreal. His jurisdiction extends beyond the metropolis to a charming village, Three Pines, which is so small/mysterious that it does not appear on maps. The murder rate in Three Pines is astonishingly high,which is fortunate for Gamache, his team of investigators and the readers of these books. The villagers are all fascinating, the scenery is gorgeous and the cuisine is fabulous. The descriptions of the meals consumed by the policemen are enough to raise one's cholesterol and make one want to hot-foot it to Three Pines for a long visit.
Inspector Gamache is a charming, sensitive, intuitive crime fighter. He solves his cases with the finesse of a very learned psychologist, priest and Sherlock Holmes all rolled into one well-dressed and self-assured package. He surrounds himself with a group of misanthropic, maladjusted young investigators who are gifted and flawed. He is a leader and mentor who, in spite of the horror and sadness his job entails, manages to see beauty and promise in everyone. He adores his wife, worries about and dotes on his grown children, and strives to be the best person he can be each day.
This is a great series of well-written books. Ms. Penny describes her characters beautifully, digs deeply into their motivations, hopes, fears- in short, lets the reader into their lives in a significant way. I have never been to Quebec, but these books really make me want to go there. I will explore Montreal, then, rent a car and set off on a search for Three Pines.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Night Circus
I love magical, mystical, unusual stories. I grew up reading fairy tales, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and all the Oz books by L. Frank Baum. I adore Roald Dahl. Madeleine L'Engles's books still make me think, deeply. Some of my fellow Christians have a problem with magical, mystical stories. But, that is a debate for another time and place. I think one of the great things about literature is one can always close the book. I suppose the same can be said of this blog. Is this a great country, or what? Diverse opinions and open forums for discussion are precious freedoms, indeed.
I just finished reading The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. The book was "recommended" by Amazon based on prior purchases. Sometimes, Amazon gets it SO right. I clicked it to my Kindle after being intrigued by the description and reviews, and spend the better part of three days immersed in a great story.
Keep in mind, I had no business reading for hours at a time. This is my busiest time of year for making and selling jewelry. The Christmas season is fast approaching, I need to strike while the iron is hit and "move the merch(andise)" as my cousin Lauren would say. I have four trunk shows scheduled in the next two months and Ed's 60th birthday party to plan. What am I doing spending hours reading a book?
Such is the problem of finding a really fabulous, enthralling, imaginative "can't put it down" book.
Ms. Morgenstern has a way with words that is so rare these days. She paints her scenes and her characters with very fine strokes. Do you ever read a chapter or two, regretfully close the book to do some mundane task and feel like you have been dreaming? I mean, REALLY? The NIght CIrcus affected me that way. I felt like I was dreaming as I read, and had to shake myself awake when I closed the book. Sort of magical, don't you think?
I am not going to give away any of this story. Read it, if you love good story-telling, the age-old battle between Good and Evil, Love and Loss, Choices and Consequences, magic and beautiful prose.
"The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers."
Widget, The Night Circus
I just finished reading The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. The book was "recommended" by Amazon based on prior purchases. Sometimes, Amazon gets it SO right. I clicked it to my Kindle after being intrigued by the description and reviews, and spend the better part of three days immersed in a great story.
Keep in mind, I had no business reading for hours at a time. This is my busiest time of year for making and selling jewelry. The Christmas season is fast approaching, I need to strike while the iron is hit and "move the merch(andise)" as my cousin Lauren would say. I have four trunk shows scheduled in the next two months and Ed's 60th birthday party to plan. What am I doing spending hours reading a book?
Such is the problem of finding a really fabulous, enthralling, imaginative "can't put it down" book.
Ms. Morgenstern has a way with words that is so rare these days. She paints her scenes and her characters with very fine strokes. Do you ever read a chapter or two, regretfully close the book to do some mundane task and feel like you have been dreaming? I mean, REALLY? The NIght CIrcus affected me that way. I felt like I was dreaming as I read, and had to shake myself awake when I closed the book. Sort of magical, don't you think?
I am not going to give away any of this story. Read it, if you love good story-telling, the age-old battle between Good and Evil, Love and Loss, Choices and Consequences, magic and beautiful prose.
"The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers."
Widget, The Night Circus
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Salmon In The Trees
What a summer it has been! Spending four months in Colorado, surrounded by mountains, trees and water could only be topped by a week in southeast Alaska with The Boat Company.
The Boat Company is the brainchild of Michael and Winsome Mcintosh. Michael and Winsome have dedicated the McIntosh Foundation, their energy, time and hearts to educating people about the largest temperate rainforest in the world, the Tongass Wilderness. Ed and I have been fortunate enough to travel with Michael and Winsome on the Mist Cove three times in the last four years. I believe the Boat Company is the only educational non-profit organization that uses this unique approach to raising conservation awareness by sending clients through the Tongass on their two boats, the Mist Cove and Liseron, for six glorious days of hiking, kayaking, whale watching and salmon fishing. The crew is committed to educating the passengers so they can spread the word of the beauty, fragility and importance of the old-growth forests and the amazing fishery provided by this part of our country. The relationship between the health of the forests and the health of the salmon population is best explained by seeing it first-hand. Honestly, a trip to the Tongass National Forest is life-changing and eye-opening. I cannot overstate the beauty, wildness and wonder of this national treasure. The Boat Company advertises itself as a "luxury eco-cruise", which it is; but the relationships built between the passengers and with the crew members make it so much more than just a cruise.
The boats are small, beautifully- appointed and comfortable. With only 24 passengers and half that many crew members, everyone becomes well-acquainted quickly. The food is gourmet, the staff is energetic and fun (without being cheesy), and every day is designed so that the passengers get to do any variety of activities. Every day is planned with each passenger's interests in mind. My husband is an avid fly-fisherman. The fishing, both spin-casting and fly-fishing, is phenomenal. I am a hiker. The nature hikes and talks are amazing. Although we have taken this trip three times, I still have hiked new places every year, seen sights I have never seen and learned new tidbits of geological, historical and natural lore that were completely unknown to me before. Ed and I love walking through the marshes, old-growth forests, along the coastline. We never miss the the chance to ride in a skiff up near a glacier to watch it calf. Kayaking in a cove, viewing huge, colorful sea stars, jelly fish, sea urchins and fish at the base of waterfalls is incredible. Whale-watching? Practically guaranteed. We ALWAYS see whales. Bears? Grizzlies are also viewed, though some years they are rather shy and elusive. The naturalists and guides are always on the alert for brown bear, and are well-trained to keep passengers out of harm's way. We have made lifelong friends with fellow passengers as we all share in the glorious beauty of "Southeast", as it is called by the locals. Yes, I am very high on The Boat Company.
Whether or not you are able or willing to explore the Tongass National Forest next summer, I hope you will read Salmon In The Trees, a collection of essays, photographs and audio that explains the Tongass and its amazing ecosystem far better than I ever could. Amy Gulick, whose photography illustrates the essays, has actually been a passenger on one of the Boat Company vessels. The book is beautiful, informative and worth having on your coffee table. Look it up, settle back and read it, and then book a trip to the Tongass with The Boat Company.
The boats are small, beautifully- appointed and comfortable. With only 24 passengers and half that many crew members, everyone becomes well-acquainted quickly. The food is gourmet, the staff is energetic and fun (without being cheesy), and every day is designed so that the passengers get to do any variety of activities. Every day is planned with each passenger's interests in mind. My husband is an avid fly-fisherman. The fishing, both spin-casting and fly-fishing, is phenomenal. I am a hiker. The nature hikes and talks are amazing. Although we have taken this trip three times, I still have hiked new places every year, seen sights I have never seen and learned new tidbits of geological, historical and natural lore that were completely unknown to me before. Ed and I love walking through the marshes, old-growth forests, along the coastline. We never miss the the chance to ride in a skiff up near a glacier to watch it calf. Kayaking in a cove, viewing huge, colorful sea stars, jelly fish, sea urchins and fish at the base of waterfalls is incredible. Whale-watching? Practically guaranteed. We ALWAYS see whales. Bears? Grizzlies are also viewed, though some years they are rather shy and elusive. The naturalists and guides are always on the alert for brown bear, and are well-trained to keep passengers out of harm's way. We have made lifelong friends with fellow passengers as we all share in the glorious beauty of "Southeast", as it is called by the locals. Yes, I am very high on The Boat Company.
Whether or not you are able or willing to explore the Tongass National Forest next summer, I hope you will read Salmon In The Trees, a collection of essays, photographs and audio that explains the Tongass and its amazing ecosystem far better than I ever could. Amy Gulick, whose photography illustrates the essays, has actually been a passenger on one of the Boat Company vessels. The book is beautiful, informative and worth having on your coffee table. Look it up, settle back and read it, and then book a trip to the Tongass with The Boat Company.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Quiet Time
When I was a child, Nap Time was dreaded. I could not believe that I had to stay in my room, in my bed, every single afternoon for a nap. No doubt, my mother needed a Quiet Time more than I did, but that is neither here nor there. I found the whole idea of naps demeaning, oppressive and utterly unnecessary. Never mind that my "nap years" were spent in Victoria and Houston,Texas, or Oklahoma City, Oklahoma where the summers could be stifling hot. I should have been delighted to spend the Heat Of The Day in a darkened, air-conditioned room, surrounded by my toys and books in a cozy bed. I always slept, eventually. Obviously, my mother knew that I needed that nap as much as she needed at least a little time to herself. (Oh, and I knew for a fact that it was the Heat Of The Day because every adult in my life told me so: "Nancy Paige Kemper! Are you crazy or do you think I am?!?! Go upstairs RIGHT THIS MINUTE and get in your bed! It is The Heat Of The Day and your Nap Time, young lady!"
When I went to kindergarten at Ridgeview Elementary school in Oklahoma City, Nap Time was replaced by Quiet Time. After lunch, Miss Service, our teacher would command all 15 of us to get our Quiet Time mats out of our cubbies and lie on the floor of our classroom. She would dim the lights, sit in her chair in the middle of our prone, wiggly bodies, and say the following in a soft, soothing voice:
"THIS is my Quiet Time.
My head is down, my eyes are closed;
My hands and feet are still.
THIS is my Quiet Time."
She would repeat the Quiet Time Mantra 3 times, and there was not a sound in the room. We didn't move, we didn't open our eyes, we were completely under her hypnotic spell. Quiet Time was serious business at Ridgeview Elementary. I don't know how long Quiet Time lasted. All I know is that I never whispered to my friends, never opened my eyes and my hands and feet were STILL. I adored Miss Service, but the Quiet Time Mantra, besides being soporific, was somewhat terrifying. I don't know what I thought was going to happen to me if I squirmed, sniffed or giggled. I only knew that silence and stillness were essential to my survival and promotion to first grade.
I have matured considerably since I was a kindergartener. I have had many months, sometimes whole years go by without a nap to my credit. What a foolish girl I was!! What was I thinking?!?! Nap Time is Golden!
Although I appreciated the occasional nap during college, I didn't fully realize the true value of an afternoon lie-down until I was pregnant with our first child. Napping was not a luxury, it was a compulsion that could not be ignored. By one o'clock everyday, my eyelids weighed 10 pounds each. My limbs felt like enormous water balloons that I could only move in slow motion. As soon as I could get home from teaching school (well-past the one o'clock siren song of slumber), I would throw myself face-first on the bed where I would dream, snore and drool happily until morning sickness hit me at 5:00 PM. Yes, I only had morning sickness in the evening. Fortunately, the seasick feeling only lasted the first three months of my Great Expectation. Otherwise, I believe Ed may have jumped the matrimonial ship completely. Bad enough to come home everyday to a wife with sheet marks all over her face, a cold kitchen as well made the future look pretty grim.
Young mothers are very resourceful when they need Quiet Time. I had a friend who was pregnant with Precious Baby #2 when Precious Baby #1 was 14 months old. My friend was desperate for a nap and #1 was not remotely interested in closing her Baby Blues for even a quick snooze. Desperate Mama closed the door of the Baby Darling's room with both of them in there, made sure all the child-proofing was in place, sprinkled the floor with Baby #1's favorite toys and climbed into the crib herself for 40 winks. Precious Toddler was perfectly happy to cruise around the room playing with her Fisher-Price collection and my exhausted friend was handy, although unconscious, in the baby bed. Now THAT is grace under pressure!
Now that I am beyond the child-rearing years, naps still have so much to offer. There are many nights when sleep eludes me, so recharging with a Power Nap after hiking several hours in the morning is heavenly. I open all the windows, let the mountain breezes and bird songs take me away to the Land of Nod for an hour (or maybe two) and wake up refreshed and restored. The dog is a big fan of The Nap after a morning chasing chipmunks and running in-and-out of streams, so she plops down on her dog bed and snores right along with me.
I invite you to partake of a nap, now and then. Just close your eyes, think back to those early days when you would finally give in to the softness of your favorite pillow and blankey, and surrender to slumber for just a little while. The rest of your day will be ever-so-much-more pleasant for you and your loved ones, I promise. Repeat after me: "THIS is my Quiet Time...
Sweet Dreams.
Young mothers are very resourceful when they need Quiet Time. I had a friend who was pregnant with Precious Baby #2 when Precious Baby #1 was 14 months old. My friend was desperate for a nap and #1 was not remotely interested in closing her Baby Blues for even a quick snooze. Desperate Mama closed the door of the Baby Darling's room with both of them in there, made sure all the child-proofing was in place, sprinkled the floor with Baby #1's favorite toys and climbed into the crib herself for 40 winks. Precious Toddler was perfectly happy to cruise around the room playing with her Fisher-Price collection and my exhausted friend was handy, although unconscious, in the baby bed. Now THAT is grace under pressure!
Now that I am beyond the child-rearing years, naps still have so much to offer. There are many nights when sleep eludes me, so recharging with a Power Nap after hiking several hours in the morning is heavenly. I open all the windows, let the mountain breezes and bird songs take me away to the Land of Nod for an hour (or maybe two) and wake up refreshed and restored. The dog is a big fan of The Nap after a morning chasing chipmunks and running in-and-out of streams, so she plops down on her dog bed and snores right along with me.
I invite you to partake of a nap, now and then. Just close your eyes, think back to those early days when you would finally give in to the softness of your favorite pillow and blankey, and surrender to slumber for just a little while. The rest of your day will be ever-so-much-more pleasant for you and your loved ones, I promise. Repeat after me: "THIS is my Quiet Time...
Sweet Dreams.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
And the Livin' Is Easy
We had a great 4th of July with family and friends, the fishing has been good for those who love to fish, the conversation at the end of the day has been lively with lots of laughter and memories of past summers and adventures. The dog has managed to catch a brook trout by the tail (briefly), have an encounter with a porcupine (unfortunately), and learn that baby calves' mothers are not to be trifled with (thankfully). She also caught a chipmunk and drowned it by dunking it repeatedly in the river when it refused to quit squirming. We have to call it The Circle of Life to keep from getting too maudlin around here.
I swear I am reading. I may not write about my book(s) until the end of the summer because aforementioned book(s) is/are extremely lengthy. I have also developed an addiction to playing Spider. For the uninitiated, Spider is a form of Solitaire available on IPad. It is a great way to end the day. It would probably be a great way to spend the day, but I am saved from that fate by the call of the outdoors and a dog who will only put up with a modicum of inactivity during daylight hours.
I am meeting one or two of my daughters in Aspen this weekend for a "girl trip." It is a chance for me to get haircut and color, go to great boutiques and restaurants with them, ride mountain bikes down to town from Maroon Bells, and just delight in the company of my precious girls.
Enjoy this summer with those you love. Play washers and pitch horseshoes, shoot targets at the gun range, fish and float some beautiful water, do jigsaw puzzles, play Bananagram, Scrabble, and Uno, climb a tree, build a fort or hide-out in the woods, hold hands and walk a road at sunset. Cook something new, invite friends over for homemade ice cream or watermelon. Wade in the creek, swim in a lake or river, ride a horse, play "Fetch" with a dog. Time is fleeting. Life is short. Savor every moment.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Summertime
1. For the first 2 months, I didn't read anything I considered blog-worthy. Yes, I have been reading, but mostly very fluffy, uninteresting stuff. One of my biggest faults is an inability to close a book and walk away once I have started it, no matter how bad the book may be. What is the reason for such nonsense? Simply, I cannot imagine spending money on a Kindle download or an actual book and not finishing it. I am definitely a product of my VERY thrifty Scottish, Irish and German forebearers. Also, Hope Springs Eternal that the book will actually get better if I continue reading it. The number of times THAT has actually happened I can count on one hand!
2. I spent a few weeks in there recovering from hand and arm surgery. (Do I hear the sound of violins and soft, murmuring sighs and sobs?) I will not bore my readers with the details. Suffice it to say, it was follow-up surgery to remove scar tissue and plates from an unfortunate automobile accident a couple of years ago. Typing was out-of-the-question for awhile is all I am saying. Excuse or reason? You be the judge.
3. I have migrated to the cabin in Creede. Now, that is not actually a reason not to write all by itself. But, coming to the cabin causes amazing physiological, psychological and spiritual changes. After the flurry of activity to "get settled", i.e., unpack, move around furniture, fill hummingbird feeders, wonder Why On Earth I brought so many clothes that I will not wear and forgot the pecans in the freezer, my Capo for my guitar, the right socks for hiking and my favorite sweater, it is TIME TO PLAY OUTSIDE. Playing Outside entails any number of activities depending on who is participating. My husband, Ed, considers fence-building, water-line laying, collecting river rocks for a fireplace, transplanting willows, putting the boat together and fly-fishing as splendid ways to pass the time. I have a different approach. Hiking, hiking and hiking are on my daily agenda. With my dog, Babe, I can wander around these mountains for hours on end. Every hike holds the possibility of adventure, good and bad. We have been chased off the trail by coyotes, we have watched Canadian geese teach their babies to swim, we have been pelted with hail, rain, sleet and snow, and watched the sun set in a glory of pink, violet and orange. I have fallen into creeks on water crossings gone bad and shivered for the two
hour walk back to the car at the trailhead. I have learned to Be Still. I can sit on a rock by a stream and listen to the water until I am hypnotized by its sound, or climb up, up, up to an aspen grove that is a perfect place to have a picnic of peanut butter crackers and water that I share with my faithful Labrador.
The mountains are a spiritual stronghold for me. I can let go of all the trappings and complications of my life and revel in this place of indescribable beauty and grandeur. The smaller I am in my surroundings, the greater the significance of each labored breath as I climb. The gratitude I feel for being right here, in each step, is profound. I understand why John Muir wrote "The mountains are calling, and I must go." The summons cannot be ignored and the rewards afforded by the solitude and struggle fill my soul and heart completely. I am at peace.
So, I have wandered around for the past couple of weeks on my favorite trails and re-acclimated (somewhat) to the thin air and the rocky paths I follow. But, I am reading, too. I will relate my latest discovery in literature when I finish it. In the meantime, I urge you to go play outside- alone or with friends and family. You will not be sorry.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
North, To Alaska
I have to confess to being quite overwhelmed by the current media obsession with All-Things- Alaska. It seems that there is suddenly a plethora of reality television shows devoted to our 49th state. On any given day, one can view Deadliest Catch, Ice Truckers, Flying Wild Alaska, Gold Rush, and Sarah Palin's Alaska. Every single show fascinates me- perhaps, because I became enamored with Alaska when my husband and I visited several years ago. In fact, we became such fans of Southeast Alaska's Tongass Wilderness, that we try to return ever year to hike, kayak, fly-fish, watch whales, bears, birds and just revel in the glory of old-growth forests in the largest temperate rainforest in the world.
The beauty, wildness and lure of Alaska cannot be overstated. Although HD television goes a long way in showing the breath-taking panoramas and natural vistas, as well as the dangerous remoteness of much of the state, visiting Alaska is far superior to an armchair tour by remote control. The state is extreme in every way imaginable- the temperature fluctuations, the sheer number of species of flora and fauna, the vastness of the land relative the number of people who inhabit it, the natural resources that bless the land above and below the surface. It only stands to reason that a place this unusual, this far away geographically, must have an extraordinary history.
On our first Alaskan eco-adventure, Ed and I were fortunate to be with a group of very learned and respected students of Southeast's geography, geology, ecology and history. A book that kept coming up in lectures and conversation was Where the Sea Breaks Its Back, by Corey Ford. As the cover states, it is "The Epic Story of Early Naturalist Georg Steller and the Russian Exploration of Alaska." Prior to our visit, I was completely ignorant of Georg Steller, the young German naturalist, scientist, botanist, and physician who accompanied Vitus Bering on his ill-fated expedition to the Aleutian Islands. Steller was a brilliant, tenacious, complicated man. He discovered, on his brief trip ashore, Steller's Jay, Steller's Eider, Steller's Eagle, and Steller's White Raven. In the ocean, Steller's Sea Cow, Steller's Sea Monkey, and Steller's Greenling are all credited to him, as well as the first recordings of flora and fauna of the new land discovered in the far reaches of the North Pacific. The path that led to the Aleutian Islands was tortured for the men who made the voyage with Bering and Steller. The return to Russia was even more perilous, and the member's of the expedition aboard the St. Peter suffered some of the most horrific experiences of Arctic exploration. Where the Sea Breaks Its Back is a story that explores the personalities, politics, and plans that led to the Bering expedition's sputtering start and tragic ending. It is a riveting tale of the race among nations to find a new way to the New World and claim the resources there.
No matter what you have read about the early history of Alaska and the vast numbers of fur-bearing animals that inhabited it, this book will astound and shock you. The wholesale slaughter of sea otters that led them to the brink of extinction is sickening. The treatment and slavery that was endured by the native people is heart-breaking. This story is a cautionary tale that presents a rational, historical argument for good stewardship of the land and waters that is Alaska. No matter how peculiar and difficult Steller was, he was, first and foremost, a brilliant scientist and naturalist. Surely, no one else could have recorded so faithfully and accurately observations of a land so strange and wonderful. Sadly, some of his discoveries were extinct within only a few years of his voyage and we have only his sketches and descriptions of these lost species.
If you enjoy adventure, real and historical, then Ford's book is a must-read. If you are just interested in channel-surfing, I understand a new series on Alaska taxidermy begins in April. Either way, Alaska and its ongoing evolution is compelling. I urge anyone who has the slightest desire to see what all the fuss is about to book a trip as soon as possible.
The beauty, wildness and lure of Alaska cannot be overstated. Although HD television goes a long way in showing the breath-taking panoramas and natural vistas, as well as the dangerous remoteness of much of the state, visiting Alaska is far superior to an armchair tour by remote control. The state is extreme in every way imaginable- the temperature fluctuations, the sheer number of species of flora and fauna, the vastness of the land relative the number of people who inhabit it, the natural resources that bless the land above and below the surface. It only stands to reason that a place this unusual, this far away geographically, must have an extraordinary history.
On our first Alaskan eco-adventure, Ed and I were fortunate to be with a group of very learned and respected students of Southeast's geography, geology, ecology and history. A book that kept coming up in lectures and conversation was Where the Sea Breaks Its Back, by Corey Ford. As the cover states, it is "The Epic Story of Early Naturalist Georg Steller and the Russian Exploration of Alaska." Prior to our visit, I was completely ignorant of Georg Steller, the young German naturalist, scientist, botanist, and physician who accompanied Vitus Bering on his ill-fated expedition to the Aleutian Islands. Steller was a brilliant, tenacious, complicated man. He discovered, on his brief trip ashore, Steller's Jay, Steller's Eider, Steller's Eagle, and Steller's White Raven. In the ocean, Steller's Sea Cow, Steller's Sea Monkey, and Steller's Greenling are all credited to him, as well as the first recordings of flora and fauna of the new land discovered in the far reaches of the North Pacific. The path that led to the Aleutian Islands was tortured for the men who made the voyage with Bering and Steller. The return to Russia was even more perilous, and the member's of the expedition aboard the St. Peter suffered some of the most horrific experiences of Arctic exploration. Where the Sea Breaks Its Back is a story that explores the personalities, politics, and plans that led to the Bering expedition's sputtering start and tragic ending. It is a riveting tale of the race among nations to find a new way to the New World and claim the resources there.
No matter what you have read about the early history of Alaska and the vast numbers of fur-bearing animals that inhabited it, this book will astound and shock you. The wholesale slaughter of sea otters that led them to the brink of extinction is sickening. The treatment and slavery that was endured by the native people is heart-breaking. This story is a cautionary tale that presents a rational, historical argument for good stewardship of the land and waters that is Alaska. No matter how peculiar and difficult Steller was, he was, first and foremost, a brilliant scientist and naturalist. Surely, no one else could have recorded so faithfully and accurately observations of a land so strange and wonderful. Sadly, some of his discoveries were extinct within only a few years of his voyage and we have only his sketches and descriptions of these lost species.
If you enjoy adventure, real and historical, then Ford's book is a must-read. If you are just interested in channel-surfing, I understand a new series on Alaska taxidermy begins in April. Either way, Alaska and its ongoing evolution is compelling. I urge anyone who has the slightest desire to see what all the fuss is about to book a trip as soon as possible.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Game's Afoot!
Who doesn't love Sherlock Holmes? The razor- sharp intellect, ascerbic wit, aching melancholy and mystery of his personality- I adore the character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I loved all the Holmes stories, and still enjoy watching the old Sherlock Holmes movies starring Basil Rathbone, the Young Sherlock Holmes movie, and the latest Holmes incarnation featuring Robert Downey, Jr. Yes, there have been many different actors playing Holmes and Watson, and I have enjoyed watching most of them.
I do, however, often take exception when writers attempt to ride the coat tails of highly successful authors of iconic books and characters. Everyone has read sequels to long-standing classics written years later that are grievously disappointing. Most attempts to extend the stories of beloved heroes and heroines fall very flat.
There are, happily, exceptions to these botched attempts. Laurie R. King has taken the beloved Mr. Holmes, Watson and others into their respective futures and done a commendable job of it. What if Sherlock Holmes were to meet and fall in love with a young (very young) woman who is as complicated and intelligent he is? Enter, Mary Russell, in Ms. King's book, The Bee Keeper's Apprentice. Mary Russell and Holmes meet under very interesting circumstances at a low point in each of their lives. They develop a mentor- student relationship which, over time, blossoms into a delightful and totally plausible romance given their shared interests, individual quirks, eccentricities and intelligence. And, perhaps best of all, THIS IS A SERIES! As I have written before, I hate coming to the end of a rollicking good tale with well-developed characters. It is just depressing to finish a book and wonder, "But then what happened to them? I am invested in these people, dammit!" Not to worry with Mary and Sherlock- there are quite a few books after the first one and they are fun to read. Ms. King gives little history lessons along the way, and many of the people to cross paths with Sherlock and Mary are straight out of the early 20th century. You've got to love it!
Purists, give this series a chance, I implore you. I, too, was skeptical of the concept, but these books have good characters, great atmosphere and plot development, and are not even slightly cheesy or silly.
I am told that some followers of this blog (do I actually have followers?!?!) are perusing it for possible book club selections. The Bee Keeper's Apprentice would be a perfect choice for group discussion.
But, that is, "Elementary, my dear Watson."
I do, however, often take exception when writers attempt to ride the coat tails of highly successful authors of iconic books and characters. Everyone has read sequels to long-standing classics written years later that are grievously disappointing. Most attempts to extend the stories of beloved heroes and heroines fall very flat.
There are, happily, exceptions to these botched attempts. Laurie R. King has taken the beloved Mr. Holmes, Watson and others into their respective futures and done a commendable job of it. What if Sherlock Holmes were to meet and fall in love with a young (very young) woman who is as complicated and intelligent he is? Enter, Mary Russell, in Ms. King's book, The Bee Keeper's Apprentice. Mary Russell and Holmes meet under very interesting circumstances at a low point in each of their lives. They develop a mentor- student relationship which, over time, blossoms into a delightful and totally plausible romance given their shared interests, individual quirks, eccentricities and intelligence. And, perhaps best of all, THIS IS A SERIES! As I have written before, I hate coming to the end of a rollicking good tale with well-developed characters. It is just depressing to finish a book and wonder, "But then what happened to them? I am invested in these people, dammit!" Not to worry with Mary and Sherlock- there are quite a few books after the first one and they are fun to read. Ms. King gives little history lessons along the way, and many of the people to cross paths with Sherlock and Mary are straight out of the early 20th century. You've got to love it!
Purists, give this series a chance, I implore you. I, too, was skeptical of the concept, but these books have good characters, great atmosphere and plot development, and are not even slightly cheesy or silly.
I am told that some followers of this blog (do I actually have followers?!?!) are perusing it for possible book club selections. The Bee Keeper's Apprentice would be a perfect choice for group discussion.
But, that is, "Elementary, my dear Watson."
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Unbroken- A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption
Any books about World War II are very likely to hold my attention. My uncle, Brigadier General David Lee"Tex" Hill was one of the most highly decorated naval aviators of American military history flying as one of Claire Chennault's original Flying Tigers in the American Volunteer Group. His story, which has been the subject of many books and even a movie starring John Wayne was familiar to me from the time I was a very young child. Having the opportunity to meet other heroes of that era was an incredible privilege and honor. These friends of my uncle were invariably kind, interesting and, in my eyes, incredibly glamorous and brave. Some of them had been POWs during WW II or the Vietnam War. Colonel Bud Day, the most highly decorated military man since General Douglas MacArthur was my mother's lawyer and a close friend of Uncle David's. He is a remarkable man and I cannot fathom how he was able to survive the torture and degradation he was subjected to during his five years and seven months in a North Vietnam prison camp. His story has been recorded in several books and is definitely worth reading.
So, obviously, I am deeply moved by the stories I read about the men who served our country during the 2nd World War or any conflict in which our country has been involved. Over the past few months, many of my friends have told me that I had to read Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I read Seabiscuit by Ms Hillenbrand some years ago and was impressed by the depth of her research and the incredible detail she provided about the lives of the jockeys, trainers and horses during the 1930s. I knew, from that book and from the rave reviews of my friends, that Unbroken was equally well-researched. The author had the added advantage of spending many hours with Louie Zamperini to talk with him personally about his life.
I believe we all need heroes. If I have to look back 60 years to find those who I can really look up to, so be it. At least, thanks to Laura Hillenbrand, I have a new story of courage and grace to ponder.
Louie Zamperini grew up in Torrance, California, the son of Italian immigrants. From an early age, Louie was incorrigible. He was completely uncontrollable and, in present time, would undoubtedly be a prime candidate for any number of drugs to control his behavior. Eventually, Louie's brother, Pete, introduces him to the sport of running, and Louie Zamperini became one of the most famous collegiate and amateur runners of the time competing in the 1936 Olympics in Berlin and smashing records wherever he ran. When the war started, Louis left USC for the service and ended up a bombardier in the Pacific theatre. His plane was shot down, he and two others drifted thousands of miles on a life raft only to be captured by the Japanese. The torture and humiliation Louie and his fellow prisoners are subjected to is horrific. As I read the account, I was struck by two things- 1) How indomitable the human spirit is, and, 2) Man's inhumanity to man. Reading about the indoctrination of the Japanese people from earliest childhood to hate anyone who was not ethnically pure (read: Japanese), is appalling. Of course, the same sort of indoctrination was concurrently being applied to the German people. How, I wonder, do we continue to repeat this incredible, ugly sin of prejudice and bigotry? What is in the darkest part of ourselves, that longs to feel superior to others because of our skin color or the circumstances and place of birth?
Louie survives his incarceration, returns to the United States and tries to pick up his life again. Please read this book. It is incredibly well-researched, beautifully written and will give the reader much to ponder for quite a long time. What happens to Louie Zamperini after the war is a powerful testament to love, grace and forgiveness.
So, obviously, I am deeply moved by the stories I read about the men who served our country during the 2nd World War or any conflict in which our country has been involved. Over the past few months, many of my friends have told me that I had to read Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I read Seabiscuit by Ms Hillenbrand some years ago and was impressed by the depth of her research and the incredible detail she provided about the lives of the jockeys, trainers and horses during the 1930s. I knew, from that book and from the rave reviews of my friends, that Unbroken was equally well-researched. The author had the added advantage of spending many hours with Louie Zamperini to talk with him personally about his life.
I believe we all need heroes. If I have to look back 60 years to find those who I can really look up to, so be it. At least, thanks to Laura Hillenbrand, I have a new story of courage and grace to ponder.
Louie Zamperini grew up in Torrance, California, the son of Italian immigrants. From an early age, Louie was incorrigible. He was completely uncontrollable and, in present time, would undoubtedly be a prime candidate for any number of drugs to control his behavior. Eventually, Louie's brother, Pete, introduces him to the sport of running, and Louie Zamperini became one of the most famous collegiate and amateur runners of the time competing in the 1936 Olympics in Berlin and smashing records wherever he ran. When the war started, Louis left USC for the service and ended up a bombardier in the Pacific theatre. His plane was shot down, he and two others drifted thousands of miles on a life raft only to be captured by the Japanese. The torture and humiliation Louie and his fellow prisoners are subjected to is horrific. As I read the account, I was struck by two things- 1) How indomitable the human spirit is, and, 2) Man's inhumanity to man. Reading about the indoctrination of the Japanese people from earliest childhood to hate anyone who was not ethnically pure (read: Japanese), is appalling. Of course, the same sort of indoctrination was concurrently being applied to the German people. How, I wonder, do we continue to repeat this incredible, ugly sin of prejudice and bigotry? What is in the darkest part of ourselves, that longs to feel superior to others because of our skin color or the circumstances and place of birth?
Louie survives his incarceration, returns to the United States and tries to pick up his life again. Please read this book. It is incredibly well-researched, beautifully written and will give the reader much to ponder for quite a long time. What happens to Louie Zamperini after the war is a powerful testament to love, grace and forgiveness.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
I Am Woman, Hear Me...
Back in the day, when Men Were Men and women were generally more retiring and not as adventurous as they are today, there were Those Women who scandalized, intrigued and caught the imagination of the world by their daring and brave forays into untamed lands and wilderness. I have read biographies and autobiographies of these women and I am fascinated by their achievements and bravery. Many people have seen Out of Africa, based on the book of the same title by Karen Blixen, aka Isak Dinesen. Another book that I found fascinating is West with the Night, by Beryl Markham.
Beryl Markham arrived in East Africa in 1906 at the age of four. Her mother beat a hasty retreat to England, leaving her daughter in the care of her husband, a horse-breeder and trainer. Beryl grew up a child of Africa, spending time with the native children and living in the benign neglect that led to self-reliance that would stand her in good stead in the years to come. Her autobiography is a beautifully written story of her life in East Africa, of the people she encountered and befriended, and of a life filled with adventure and challenge. There is some controversy surrounding the authorship of West with the Night. Markham's third husband claimed to have ghost-written the book, but, no matter, it is still a great read. Anyway, I prefer to think he was jealous of all the attention his ex-wife received upon the book's publication. Friends and lovers abound in the pages and the danger of living in a place over-run with wild animals is never discounted. Her love for Africa and its people is apparent, as well as her acceptance of the inherent risk of living in such a place. Beryl Markham was a very glamorous and accomplished woman, but her life was filled with much sadness and tragedy. Reading West with the Night is a great opportunity to revel in the glorious Africa of a bygone era when so much opportunity existed for those brave enough to face an untamed and unspoiled land. It also gives the reader a chance to reflect on the "what ifs" that hind-sight affords the student of history.
Where do I begin to write about The Lady and the Panda? I suppose I begin with the book's complete title, The Lady and the Panda: The True Adventure of the First American Explorer to Bring Back China's Most Exotic Animal. Whew! Henceforth, I will use the abbreviated title. I had no idea, previous to reading this book, that the first giant panda was brought to America in the arms of Ruth Harkness, a fashion designer and socialite. Harkness was determined to find, capture and bring home a panda after her husband, Bill Harkness, died of throat cancer in Shanghai before he could accomplish the task. This story is absolutely amazing. Besides giving a great description of life in China in the 1930's for expatriates and adventurers, it details the incredible expeditions into the wilderness and mountains to find, kill and/or capture all types of wildlife. Granted, it was a different time and people were blissfully ignorant of the folly of wholesale slaughter of exotic species, but it is chilling to read the documentation of these hunting trips. Please understand, I come from a family of sportsmen and hunters. I am not opposed to hunting. I am, however, horrified at the slaughter of wildlife just for the glory of killing. I am also not a big fan of most zoo and animal exhibits. But this story is fascinating. It is, warts and all, a heroic tale of a woman determined to see a task through to the end. Ruth Harkness was a strong and resourceful woman who did what no man had been able to accomplish- to bring a healthy, giant panda out of the wilds of the Chinese mountains and cut through the nightmare of bureaucracy to transport the animal safely to the United States. The methods she used to get from A to Z make a terrific story.
Read The Lady and the Panda, by Vicki Croke. Perhaps you will come to the logical conclusion that I did concerning why it "took a woman to do a man's job." In my opinion, this was NEVER a man's job! Let me know what you think.
Beryl Markham arrived in East Africa in 1906 at the age of four. Her mother beat a hasty retreat to England, leaving her daughter in the care of her husband, a horse-breeder and trainer. Beryl grew up a child of Africa, spending time with the native children and living in the benign neglect that led to self-reliance that would stand her in good stead in the years to come. Her autobiography is a beautifully written story of her life in East Africa, of the people she encountered and befriended, and of a life filled with adventure and challenge. There is some controversy surrounding the authorship of West with the Night. Markham's third husband claimed to have ghost-written the book, but, no matter, it is still a great read. Anyway, I prefer to think he was jealous of all the attention his ex-wife received upon the book's publication. Friends and lovers abound in the pages and the danger of living in a place over-run with wild animals is never discounted. Her love for Africa and its people is apparent, as well as her acceptance of the inherent risk of living in such a place. Beryl Markham was a very glamorous and accomplished woman, but her life was filled with much sadness and tragedy. Reading West with the Night is a great opportunity to revel in the glorious Africa of a bygone era when so much opportunity existed for those brave enough to face an untamed and unspoiled land. It also gives the reader a chance to reflect on the "what ifs" that hind-sight affords the student of history.
Where do I begin to write about The Lady and the Panda? I suppose I begin with the book's complete title, The Lady and the Panda: The True Adventure of the First American Explorer to Bring Back China's Most Exotic Animal. Whew! Henceforth, I will use the abbreviated title. I had no idea, previous to reading this book, that the first giant panda was brought to America in the arms of Ruth Harkness, a fashion designer and socialite. Harkness was determined to find, capture and bring home a panda after her husband, Bill Harkness, died of throat cancer in Shanghai before he could accomplish the task. This story is absolutely amazing. Besides giving a great description of life in China in the 1930's for expatriates and adventurers, it details the incredible expeditions into the wilderness and mountains to find, kill and/or capture all types of wildlife. Granted, it was a different time and people were blissfully ignorant of the folly of wholesale slaughter of exotic species, but it is chilling to read the documentation of these hunting trips. Please understand, I come from a family of sportsmen and hunters. I am not opposed to hunting. I am, however, horrified at the slaughter of wildlife just for the glory of killing. I am also not a big fan of most zoo and animal exhibits. But this story is fascinating. It is, warts and all, a heroic tale of a woman determined to see a task through to the end. Ruth Harkness was a strong and resourceful woman who did what no man had been able to accomplish- to bring a healthy, giant panda out of the wilds of the Chinese mountains and cut through the nightmare of bureaucracy to transport the animal safely to the United States. The methods she used to get from A to Z make a terrific story.
Read The Lady and the Panda, by Vicki Croke. Perhaps you will come to the logical conclusion that I did concerning why it "took a woman to do a man's job." In my opinion, this was NEVER a man's job! Let me know what you think.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Music For Chameleons
For some reason, I really have had a difficult time deciding what book to cover this time. I had finally narrowed it down to two autobiographies. I was researching the authors, about to flip a coin, and decided to take a break to string some beads at my studio. Upon returning home I was spinning my revolving bookcase and my eyes fell upon Music for Chameleons by Truman Capote.
I have always loved Capote's literary style. I read A Christmas Memory when I was in my early teens and I was hooked. The author had a distinctly southern point-of-view and a sweet melancholy that was heart-breaking in its simplicity. My family has deep roots in the South and I could relate to the characters and the landscape painted so beautifully in this slim volume.
Truman Capote was extremely complicated. Just read Breakfast at Tiffany's, In Cold Blood, The Grass Harp, -his range was unbelievable. I must confess, I find some of Capote's writing uneven. But, with all that has been written about his tumultuous life, that is to be expected. He was certainly a creative genius and, like so many gifted artists, tortured and self-destructive.
A few years ago, when my mother was nearing the end of what is euphemistically referred to in our family as "the fourth quarter," I spent a a great deal of time trying to find books to engage her mind and divert her attention from the constant pain she was experiencing. Laura Paige and I were reading lots of Truman Capote books and comparing notes, when we came across Music For Chameleons, a collection of short stories. Now, I rarely read short stories because, well, they are "short." As I stated in an earlier blog, I am always sad to come to the end of a good book. With that in mind, why would I want to invest myself emotionally in a plot and characters that leave me high-and -dry after less than an hour? But, because of my great love for Truman Capote's work, and for my mother's comfort, I read the book. My mother adored Truman Capote and always stated that, given a chance to have a anyone in the world sitting next to her at a dinner party, she would pick him.
Well, reading Music for Chameleons may have been the next best thing. The stories are as wide-ranging and entertaining as, well, as I imagine a conversation with Truman Capote would have been. He writes of his friendship with Marilyn Monroe in A Beautiful Child. Who, better, to explore the emotional torment of a gifted, misunderstood soul, than another gifted, misunderstood soul? Handcarved Coffins is a lengthy and fascinating true-crime story in the style of In Cold Blood. But my favorite story is Music for Chameleons. The descriptive, beautiful prose takes you to a place and time far removed from the present. How much of the story is true, and how much is a product of the author's imagination is not important. It is a lovely story in brilliant colors and images.
My mother was delighted with the book. We had some wonderful conversations about the stories and our impressions. What a gift great writing and good literature are to those who read! Not only are individual readers blessed by what is read, the opportunity to share a treasured story with loved ones and discuss one another's reactions and thoughts is a way to connect when other avenues are closed. Generations are bridged, differences are put aside and conversation can take place on common ground- a love of the printed page.
I have always loved Capote's literary style. I read A Christmas Memory when I was in my early teens and I was hooked. The author had a distinctly southern point-of-view and a sweet melancholy that was heart-breaking in its simplicity. My family has deep roots in the South and I could relate to the characters and the landscape painted so beautifully in this slim volume.
Truman Capote was extremely complicated. Just read Breakfast at Tiffany's, In Cold Blood, The Grass Harp, -his range was unbelievable. I must confess, I find some of Capote's writing uneven. But, with all that has been written about his tumultuous life, that is to be expected. He was certainly a creative genius and, like so many gifted artists, tortured and self-destructive.
A few years ago, when my mother was nearing the end of what is euphemistically referred to in our family as "the fourth quarter," I spent a a great deal of time trying to find books to engage her mind and divert her attention from the constant pain she was experiencing. Laura Paige and I were reading lots of Truman Capote books and comparing notes, when we came across Music For Chameleons, a collection of short stories. Now, I rarely read short stories because, well, they are "short." As I stated in an earlier blog, I am always sad to come to the end of a good book. With that in mind, why would I want to invest myself emotionally in a plot and characters that leave me high-and -dry after less than an hour? But, because of my great love for Truman Capote's work, and for my mother's comfort, I read the book. My mother adored Truman Capote and always stated that, given a chance to have a anyone in the world sitting next to her at a dinner party, she would pick him.
Well, reading Music for Chameleons may have been the next best thing. The stories are as wide-ranging and entertaining as, well, as I imagine a conversation with Truman Capote would have been. He writes of his friendship with Marilyn Monroe in A Beautiful Child. Who, better, to explore the emotional torment of a gifted, misunderstood soul, than another gifted, misunderstood soul? Handcarved Coffins is a lengthy and fascinating true-crime story in the style of In Cold Blood. But my favorite story is Music for Chameleons. The descriptive, beautiful prose takes you to a place and time far removed from the present. How much of the story is true, and how much is a product of the author's imagination is not important. It is a lovely story in brilliant colors and images.
My mother was delighted with the book. We had some wonderful conversations about the stories and our impressions. What a gift great writing and good literature are to those who read! Not only are individual readers blessed by what is read, the opportunity to share a treasured story with loved ones and discuss one another's reactions and thoughts is a way to connect when other avenues are closed. Generations are bridged, differences are put aside and conversation can take place on common ground- a love of the printed page.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Fearful Is Right
As the days are a little longer, a little gloomier, a little colder, curling up in a chair by the fire with a good book may be the best way to spend an evening. What is better on a cold, dark winter night than a really scary tale? I have just the book for those who aren't too afraid of things that "go bump in the night."
Several years ago, when I read Audrey Niffenegger's book The Time Traveler's Wife , I was struck by the amazing originality of the story. It was one of those books I would stay up late into the night reading because the story was riveting. I read so many books that most of them invariably remind me of some other book. There are lots of stories, but, in describing the plot or the characters I can usually refer to some other book for comparison. Not so, with The Time Traveler's Wife. It was so unusual, so gripping a plot, such well-developed characters that I was certain that this Ms. Niffenegger was a One Hit Wonder; a writer with only One Great Novel in her repertoire. I could not have been more mistaken.
I bought Her Fearful Symmetry fully expecting to be disappointed. I can say it is one of the spookiest books I have read it a long time. Identical twins, just out of high school, receive a bequest in their aunt's will. One of the conditions of the bequest is that the girls move from the US to their aunt's flat in London and live there together for one year. There is some bad blood between girls' mother (who is the twin of the departed aunt) and her late sister, so a condition of the will is that the girls live in London without their mother or father or they lose the inheritance. After much hand-wringing and drama, the girls hop on a plane to London to embark on an adventure living in a foreign city, courtesy of their mysterious benefactor.
Things get very creepy very quickly. The girls are not quite normal to begin with- they still dress alike at their advanced age of twindom. One twin is very Alpha, the other, timid and resentful of her bossy sibling. Their aunt's boyfriend, still reeling from his loss, becomes very fixated on the girls. He is a docent at the historical cemetery across the street (are you feeling a chill?) and pretty soon, the story gets very dark indeed.
This is a ghost story. It is a psychological thriller that sneaks up on you on quiet little paws like the ghost-kitten that is an important player in the winding, tortured story. Do not read this book to relax and kick back- it will have you on pins- and- needles until the end. I will say that I figured out the ending before I got there; but I was completely enthralled, horrified and curious to see if my worst fears would be realized. So, if you like stories that have a gothic flavor and make it necessary to leave a night-light on for awhile during and after the reading, I can recommend Her Fearful Symmetry.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A Walk in the Woods
Rather than continue to give the impression that all I think about is food and fiction, (although that is fairly close to the truth), I want to write about two of my other loves- travel and nature. One of my favorite travel authors is Bill Bryson. Bryson has written numerous books about his adventures and misadventures traveling the world. His books are informative, irreverent and extremely humorous. I have read many of his travel chronicles and books about language ( this is a very smart man), but my favorite is A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America Along the Appalachian Trail.
The book traces the process and preparation for an attempt at hiking the Appalachian Trail from it starting point in the mountains of North Georgia, to trail's end in Maine. But, before even beginning his odyssey, Bryson must first run the gauntlet of maps, clothes and camping equipment in a hilarious and bewildering trip to REI. Honestly, not only could I relate completely to the writer's confusion as he tried to process the information given him by camping experts at the store, but his subsequent experiences trying to pack and use the equipment were all-too-familiar. The later addition of a traveling companion from Bryson's past adds to the general hilarity.
But, do not think that this book is merely an account of a bumbling, novice camper with a side-kick who is even more prone to disaster. Bryson is a serious student of history. He traces the history of the Appalachian Trail, its geology, ecology and politics. He shares fascinating and troubling facts about the Trail's management and mismanagement by the Forest Service and the various organizations and agencies that continue to fight turf wars for control of this remarkable byway. Anyone who loves to wander, just walking for walking's sake, MUST read this book. The descriptions are awe-inspiring, frightening, laughable, tragic and dramatic.
The Appalachian Trail is a national treasure. If you love natural history, hiking, camping, pushing your limits, this book is for you. If you have no desire to get any closer to nature than flipping to the Discovery Channel, this book is for you, too. If you love to laugh about people putting themselves unwittingly into experiences that they are not even remotely equipped to handle, read this book. It is Bill Bryson at his best.
The book traces the process and preparation for an attempt at hiking the Appalachian Trail from it starting point in the mountains of North Georgia, to trail's end in Maine. But, before even beginning his odyssey, Bryson must first run the gauntlet of maps, clothes and camping equipment in a hilarious and bewildering trip to REI. Honestly, not only could I relate completely to the writer's confusion as he tried to process the information given him by camping experts at the store, but his subsequent experiences trying to pack and use the equipment were all-too-familiar. The later addition of a traveling companion from Bryson's past adds to the general hilarity.
But, do not think that this book is merely an account of a bumbling, novice camper with a side-kick who is even more prone to disaster. Bryson is a serious student of history. He traces the history of the Appalachian Trail, its geology, ecology and politics. He shares fascinating and troubling facts about the Trail's management and mismanagement by the Forest Service and the various organizations and agencies that continue to fight turf wars for control of this remarkable byway. Anyone who loves to wander, just walking for walking's sake, MUST read this book. The descriptions are awe-inspiring, frightening, laughable, tragic and dramatic.
The Appalachian Trail is a national treasure. If you love natural history, hiking, camping, pushing your limits, this book is for you. If you have no desire to get any closer to nature than flipping to the Discovery Channel, this book is for you, too. If you love to laugh about people putting themselves unwittingly into experiences that they are not even remotely equipped to handle, read this book. It is Bill Bryson at his best.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Resolved: To Rise To The Occasion
Here we are, a new year upon us, resolutions to be made; perchance, to be kept. I have several resolutions, as usual, so here goes. Bear in mind, these are NOT in any particular order, certainly not as far as importance is concerned. I just hope to keep at least some of them. Maybe.
1. I resolve to finish Laura Paige's Christmas stocking this year. Laura Paige is my youngest daughter. I began needlepointing her stocking FIVE years ago. Yes, there have been stops and starts along the way. Yes, Laura Paige will be 25 years old in May. YES, I NEED TO FINISH THE STOCKING.
2. I resolve to hike two fourteeners this summer in Colorado. Last summer, I climbed Handies Peak near Lake City. It is considered an "easy" fourteener to climb. To the uninitiated, a fourteener is any mountain over 14,000 feet in elevation. There are over 50 of them in Colorado and since there was apparently no air to breathe for the last 200 yards I struggled up Handies Peak, I will be very happy if I can manage to hike two more of the "easier" mountains this year. Besides being just about the most difficult physical feat of my life, it was the most breath-taking(pun intended) and rewarding accomplishment I have achieved. I do not count childbirth. After all, once you are deliberately "with child" delivering said- child is mandatory, and drugs are available in the form of an epidural.
3. I resolve to learn how to make a souffle'. The likelihood of accomplishing this task has been improved with a a book I received for Christmas from a dear friend. Rise to the Occasion- A French Food Experience is a beautiful book by Hedda Gioia Dowd , Cherif Brahmi, and Celine Chick. Hedda Dowd and Cherif Brahmi own rise; which is not capitalized, a Dallas restaurant that is receiving rave reviews for its fabulous French offerings.
The book is much more than a cookbook. It is written with love by these people who approach French cooking with missionary zeal. They write with such enthusiasm about the preparation of food that I am convinced that I, too, can whip up a lovely souffle'. The recipes are clear and apparently simple to prepare. The photographs of food, friends, beautiful architecture and table settings are inspiring and fun- not stuffy or overbearing. This is French food of the French countryside- hearty, healthy and delicious.
I must admit the only recipe that has been prepared at my house was a lovely cake, a Cherry Clafouti. Laura Paige, who is an excellent baker, made it with fresh berries, following the recipe exactly. The instructions said to "bake for 15-20 minutes, until browned on top." After 20 minutes, at 375 degrees, the cake was still quite liquid. Nervously, she watched it and, after 33 minutes total cooking time, it was perfect. We are undaunted and plan to try other recipes as soon as possible. The Cherry Clafouti was delicious.
I look forward to trying the fare at rise on my next trip to Dallas. In the meantime, I will try to accomplish Resolution #3, at home. Stay tuned to find out how successful I am!
Happy New Year!
Oh, last year, in an attempt to overcome a "fear of baking", Laura Paige resolved to write a blog detailing her attempts to overcome her phobia. Well, the little darling not only overcame her fear, she has become quite an accomplished baker. Her culinary creations can be viewed at: laurapaigeinnerarity.blogspot.com
1. I resolve to finish Laura Paige's Christmas stocking this year. Laura Paige is my youngest daughter. I began needlepointing her stocking FIVE years ago. Yes, there have been stops and starts along the way. Yes, Laura Paige will be 25 years old in May. YES, I NEED TO FINISH THE STOCKING.
2. I resolve to hike two fourteeners this summer in Colorado. Last summer, I climbed Handies Peak near Lake City. It is considered an "easy" fourteener to climb. To the uninitiated, a fourteener is any mountain over 14,000 feet in elevation. There are over 50 of them in Colorado and since there was apparently no air to breathe for the last 200 yards I struggled up Handies Peak, I will be very happy if I can manage to hike two more of the "easier" mountains this year. Besides being just about the most difficult physical feat of my life, it was the most breath-taking(pun intended) and rewarding accomplishment I have achieved. I do not count childbirth. After all, once you are deliberately "with child" delivering said- child is mandatory, and drugs are available in the form of an epidural.
3. I resolve to learn how to make a souffle'. The likelihood of accomplishing this task has been improved with a a book I received for Christmas from a dear friend. Rise to the Occasion- A French Food Experience is a beautiful book by Hedda Gioia Dowd , Cherif Brahmi, and Celine Chick. Hedda Dowd and Cherif Brahmi own rise; which is not capitalized, a Dallas restaurant that is receiving rave reviews for its fabulous French offerings.
The book is much more than a cookbook. It is written with love by these people who approach French cooking with missionary zeal. They write with such enthusiasm about the preparation of food that I am convinced that I, too, can whip up a lovely souffle'. The recipes are clear and apparently simple to prepare. The photographs of food, friends, beautiful architecture and table settings are inspiring and fun- not stuffy or overbearing. This is French food of the French countryside- hearty, healthy and delicious.
I must admit the only recipe that has been prepared at my house was a lovely cake, a Cherry Clafouti. Laura Paige, who is an excellent baker, made it with fresh berries, following the recipe exactly. The instructions said to "bake for 15-20 minutes, until browned on top." After 20 minutes, at 375 degrees, the cake was still quite liquid. Nervously, she watched it and, after 33 minutes total cooking time, it was perfect. We are undaunted and plan to try other recipes as soon as possible. The Cherry Clafouti was delicious.
I look forward to trying the fare at rise on my next trip to Dallas. In the meantime, I will try to accomplish Resolution #3, at home. Stay tuned to find out how successful I am!
Happy New Year!
Oh, last year, in an attempt to overcome a "fear of baking", Laura Paige resolved to write a blog detailing her attempts to overcome her phobia. Well, the little darling not only overcame her fear, she has become quite an accomplished baker. Her culinary creations can be viewed at: laurapaigeinnerarity.blogspot.com
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