Monday, June 24, 2019

From the Desk Of

What the painting looks like with its
"expansive background" ~ hanging on the wall
at The National Museum for Women in the Arts

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From A Gentleman in Moscow
By American novelist Amor Towles (b 1964)
“A king fortifies himself with a castle,” observed the Count, “a gentleman [or a scholar] with a desk.”

The Count ran his hand across the desk's dimpled surface.

How many of the Grand Duke's words did those faint indentations reflect? Here over forty years had been written concise instructions to caretakers; persuasive arguments to statesmen; exquisite counsel to friends. In other words, it was a desk to be reckoned with.
(12, 18)
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P.S.

For more on the Readerly / Writerly Life
see my current posts

From the Desk of Ernest Hemingway:
"But never feel as good as while writing."


&

From the Desk of Simone de Beauvoir:
On the Side of Happiness


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Friday, May 24, 2019

"You know she likes that, right?"

Thanks (& Happy Birthday)
to my twin brother Bruce
& his friend Stefanie for sending this one along!
"Never Try to Punish a Bookworm"
This tee-shirt reminds me of an anecdote told by the author Alice Hoffman about how she decided to be a writer. One day in Junior High, she got in trouble passing notes at school, so to punish her, the teacher intercepted the note and read aloud everything that she had written to her friend.

But instead of feeling embarrassed, Hoffman thought, "Wow, this is pretty cool to have all these people listening to what I just wrote!" After that, she said, there was no stopping her!

from her lecture at "Wordstock" 2016
Portland (Oregon) Book Festival
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My brother says it reminds him
of an experience with his two daughters:
My older, Anna Mary, was misbehaving.
I don't recall what she did that provoked my ire,
but I sent her to her room.

My younger, Sara Beth, was standing there.
She looked at me rolled her eyes in disgust.
"What?" I asked.
To which Sara Beth replied,
"You know she likes that, right?"
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Reader's Paradise ~ Aimee Stewart

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Asking For A Friend

From Working Girl ~ The Movie ~ The Song

Getting back to a friend a few months after being
asked for my thoughts on a syllabus for teaching
a literature course on the theme of "Women & Work:

Just so you don't think I've been slacking off, I have been going around and around in my head trying to come up with something dealing with work issues and women's issues. I have not found the perfect solution. Everything I think of has a flaw, but I thought that just mentioning some of them to you might help you think of something else that would work.

First I thought of Melville's "Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street" (1853), then, jumping up to the 20th Century, Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney, both of which deal with work issues but have male narrators and very few women characters of any kind.

Then I thought of Moo by Jane Smiley, which is hilarious and fast and has several good women characters and deals with work -- but the work is academe, which is such a strange genre all of its own (i.e., novels about English departments; e.g., Changing Places: A Tale of Two Campuses, Stoner) that I don't know if it would work. But it does focus on some other departments as well (agriculture!) and deals with management and strategy issues -- but again all about the politics of running a university -- such a non-representative work world and probably not the area your students will specialize in. I don't know.

Then I thought of Anna Quindlen's great essay collections (Living Out Loud; Thinking Out Loud); you know I'm a fan -- for the most part. Of course, they're not fiction; however, you do get a good sense of her life as a woman and a working parent. In the same category is a book of essays that I'd recommend to you anyway, just for yourself (or your book group): How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed by Slavenka Drakulic. This is a book (very swift to read) to open your eyes and break your heart. She devotes a lot of coverage to her work as a journalist and occasional parenting conflicts with her teenage daughter.

There's Ellen Foster, but perhaps too young. An admirable girl, learning how to manage money and household accounts, but no real work experience as yet.

A novel I loved from my Ph.D. reading list is Margaret Drabble's The Ice Age (1977), which deals with commercial / business architecture and the use of public space (and other things, like emotional isolation, the banality of evil, and the lack of moral center in the late 20th Century, hence the "ice age"). Unfortunately, it doesn't focus much on women's issues, though it does contain female characters, a runaway daughter, a pregnant homeless woman, and the like, and it does make you think about the connection between inside work space (say, the offices of these architectural firms) and the workability of what's actually created for everyday use -- concrete islands where pedestrians are stranded, foul underground walkways, etc. More recent is The Ten-Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer, but it paints such a bleak picture of work (and marriage and parenting).

As you can see, none of these are quite right, but I will keep thinking and try to write more soon. I'm getting tired and still have to go downstairs and wash the pots and pans. #Fun #SkulleryMaid #maidofallwork

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Small Great Things



Speaking of what to read during a snowstorm, that's kind of how Jodi Picoult's novel, Small Great Things made its way onto my reading list.

Picoult's novel was the monthly selection for the book group of my sister's husband's sister. Got that? In the middle of February, my sister Di and her husband Tom were headed up to Minnesota (from Missouri) to visit Tom's sister Linda, the one reading Small Great Things for her book group, that was scheduled to meet the weekend of my sister's visit. Di had read the novel in preparation for accompanying Linda to the book meeting as a guest, but Mother Nature intervened with much more snow than expected, and the book club was cancelled.

When Di group told me and our older sister Peg about the cancellation, Peg and I were immediately inspired to read the novel for solidarity. It's not often that we are all reading the same thing at the same time, and Small Great Things provided the perfect opportunity. Peg found a nice hardback on sale, and I got a used bargain paperback, and before we knew it we were halfway through. I took it to San Francisco to read on the plane and could hardly put it down!

No sooner had I finished, than my daughter - in - law Cathleen said, "I need a book to read, do you have any ideas for me?" "As a matter of fact, yes I do!" And I passed on my opy of Small Great Things, making Cathleen an honorary member of our virtual Book Club!

Di recommended this book at the perfect time because for weeks afterward, it seemed to keep coming up one way or another in our thoughts and in our conversation. For example:

1. Not long after finishing the novel, I went with Gerry to his allergy appointment, and the nurse doing the pinprick testing told us that she used to be a Labor & Delivery nurse, but after fifteen years she transferred over to allergy. She said -- without my having said anything about Small Great Things -- "Labor & delivery could be very stressful with a lot of sadness. I needed a break from that." So I told her that I just finished a book in which the main character Ruth was a L & D nurse who said the same thing!

Later that day, Gerry was telling me about a family he knew when he was growing up in England that had one British parent and one Indian parent, and the four children had varying degrees of skin pigmentation from dark to light. Gerry said, "It would be an interesting sociological study to see how this impacted them, growing up in England."

I said, "Hey -- guess what? That's another theme in the novel that Di, Peg, and I just read. The two African American sisters, Ruth and Rachel are treated / perceived differently because one has darker skin than the other."

2.
Around the same time, in a family group text, my sons were swapping articles back and forth on the merits of Affirmative Action and related programs for helping historically disadvantaged groups get a level playing field in the economy. Conveniently, I was able to chime in with all the new perspectives that I gained from Small Great Things: you can't just change the law and fix the problem in one generation; it requires generations of consciousness raising.

3.
I happened to come across this good talk from Trevor Noah that reminds me of some of the later discussions in Small Great Things.

4.
In the novel, Jodi Picoult uses the metaphor of perpetually catching the babies being thrown out of the window (449), but I have always heard it as the parable of pulling the babies out of the river -- and wrote about it as such, not so long ago. Here's my version; and here's hers:
“'I feel like I've been standing underneath an open window, just as a baby gets tossed out. I grab the baby, right, because who wouldn't? But then another baby gets tossed out, so I pass the baby to someone else, and I make the catch. This keeps happening. And before you know it there are a whole bunch of people who are getting really good at passing along babies, just like I'm good at catching them, but no one ever asks who the f--k is throwing the babies out the window in the first place.'

'Um . . . what baby are we talking about?

'It's not a baby, it's a metaphor,' I say irritated. 'I've been doing my job, but who cares, if the system keeps on creating situations where my job is necessary? Shouldn't we focus on the big picture, instad of just catching whatever falls out the window at any given moment?'" (449)
5. For more connections, Peg pointed us in the direction of a television series that we'd all been watching together -- For The People. In "You Belong Here" (Season 2, Episode 6, 11 April 2019), there is "another case of a universe coincidence, when the black lawyer finds out he was chosen to prosecute because he's black, a topic that this show seems to touch on quite often."

I knew the episode she meant and had definitely been reminded of Small Great Things when Leonard (the young black male lawyer in For the People) is being lectured by an older black lawyer about being chosen because he's black -- and also about being unable to understand his position of privilege (helpful parents, quality education, decent job, good health, and so forth) -- precisely becaue he has all those privileges. Yes, he has felt racial discrimination, but still he has a lot of other privileges that other blacks (and other whites) lack.

Leonard replies that he has worked for everything he has. And the older lawyer says, "Well, not exactly -- yes you worked hard, but some of it you were given, some of it was good luck." It was perfect timing to compare this conversation to the novel, where it is the young white female lawyer (named Kennedy) who has to learn this lesson from her black elders and peers.

Kennedy uses her new appreciation of the difference between equality and equity in her closing argument:
"I turn toward the jury. 'What if, ladies and gentlemen, today I told you that anyone here who was born on a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday was free to leave right now? Also, they'd be given the most central parking spots in the city, and the biggest houses. They would get job interviews before others who were born later in the week, and they'd be taken first at the doctor's office, no matter how many patients were waiting in line. If you were born from Thursday to Sunday, you might try to catch up – but because you were straggling behind, the press would always point to how inefficient you are. And if you complained, you'd be dismissed for playing the birth-day card.' I shrug. 'Seems silly, right? But what if on top of these arbitrary systems that inhibited your chances for success, everyone kept telling you that things were actually pretty equal?'

" . . . 'We are supposed to pretend [race] is merely the icing on the cake of whatever charge has been brought to the table -- not the substance of it. We are supposed to be the legal guardians of a postracial society. But you know the word ignorance has an even more important word at its heart: ignore.
And I don't think it's right to ignore the truth any longer.'"
(462 - 64)
6. In closing, here's one last example from For the People, not specifically about Small Great Things but about our shared certainty that the connections just keep on coming! A week earlier, the episode entitled "One Big Happy Family" (Season 2, Episode 6, 11 April 2019) -- about a corrupt judge sending teens to a for - profit juvenile detention center -- had fit right into our discussion of dominoe - effect coincidences.

The ah - ha moment takes place when some of the research team roll in a moveable blackboard that shows the entire path of connections leading from the judge to the owner of the detention center. They are missing one piece of the puzzle, but all of a sudden one of the young lawyers (can never remember all their names) holds up her phone because she remembers seeing a pic of another judge standing side by side with a relative of someone in the scam. Well -- something like that! I've probably totally scrambled it up, but you get the idea: Only connect!

Thursday, February 28, 2019

You Can Read Anywhere You Go

Dinner at Sunset ~ Bay of Bangkok

The Modern Thai Philosophers
Speak to us of Reading:

If your mind is happy then you are happy anywhere you go.
When wisdom awakens within you,
you will see Truth wherever you look.
Truth is all there is.
It's like when you learned how to read,
you can then read anywhere you go
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Ajahn Chah (1918 - 1992

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Suttas are not meant to be 'sacred scriptures' that tell us what to believe. One should read them, listen to them, think about them, contemplate them, and investigate the present reality, the present experience with them. Then, and only then, can one insightfully know the truth beyond words.

Ajahn Sumedho (b 1934)

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To believe straight away is foolishness, to believe after having seen clearly is good sense. That is the Buddhist policy in belief; not to believe stupidly, or to rely only on people, textbooks, conjecture, reasoning, or whatever the majority believes, but rather to believe what we see clearly for ourselves to be the case. This is how it is in Buddhism.

Those who read books cannot understand the teachings and, what's more, may even go astray. But those who try to observe the things going on in the mind, and always take that which is true in their own minds as their standard, never get muddled. They are able to comprehend suffering, and ultimately will understand Dharma. Then, they will understand the books they read.


Buddhadasa (1906 -1993)

"There is a sun within every person." ~ Rumi

Some people are so much sunshine
to the square inch
.” ~ Walt Whitman

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Winter Reading Needs


Here are a few
"I've been meaning to read" titles
that came in handy during the snowy weekends
alphabetical by author, with favorite passages:

We Have Always Lived in the Castle
by Shirley Jackson
moderate horror, moody mystical magical realism
her specialty of course, though I prefer her family memoirs
still, you can't beat a good haunted house:
“I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village” (3).

"The Rochester house was the loveliest in town and had once had a walnut-panelled library and a second-floor ballroom and a profusion of roses along the veranda; our mother had been born there and by rights it should have belonged to Constance.

". . . When I was a child I used to believe that someday I would grow up and be tall enough to touch the tops of the windows in our mother's drawing room. They were summer windows, because the house was really intended to be only a summer house and our father had only put in a heating system because there was no other house for our family to move to in the winters; by rights we should have had the Rochester house in the village, but that was long lost to us. The windows in the drawing room of our house reached from the floor to the ceiling, and I could never touch the top; our mother used to tell visitors that the light blue silk drapes on the windows had been made up fourteen feet long. There were two tall windows in the drawing room and two tall windows in the dining room across the hall, and from the outside they looked narrow and thin and gave the house a gaunt high look. Inside, however, the drawing room was lovely. Our mother had brought golden-legged chairs from the Rochester house, and her harp was here, and the room shone in reflections from mirrors and sparkling glass"
(4, 23).
Two - Part Invention: The Story of a Marriage
by Madeleine L'Engle
autobiography of a writer; tribute to an actor; city vs country life
found amongst the free book from Chapel of the Good Shepherd!

"Life on this planet in general is not very humorous" (122).

Q: "Why should the good of anyone depend on the prayer of another?"
A: "Why should my love be powerless to help another?" (186).

"Nevertheless, the future is still very uncertain.
But I am not called to project into this still-unknown future;
I am called to be fully in the moment"
(209).
"And how could I call myself a writer? I had a few poems published in a very small magazines. I sold two stories during that decade . . . and one novel . . . which was published (after a number of rejections) by Lippincott and disappeared with hardly a trace" (158).
Changing Places: A Tale of Two Campuses
by David Lodge
academic humor, British - American sabbatical swap
suggested by my brother Dave
I started this one back in 2001 and somehow got distracted,
but this time I picked it up again and read straight through.
"In Morris Zapp’s view, the root of all critical error was a naive confusion of literature with life. Life was transparent, literature opaque. Life was an open, literature a closed system. Life was composed of things, literature of words. Life was what it appeared to be about: if you were afraid your plane would crash it was about death, if you were trying to get a girl into bed it was about sex. Literature was never about what it appeared to be about, though in the case of the novel considerable ingenuity and perception were needed to crack the code of realistic illusion, which was why he had been professionally attracted to the genre (even the dumbest critic understood that Hamlet wasn’t about how the guy could kill his uncle, or the Ancient Mariner about cruelty to animals, but it was surprising how many people thought that Jane Austen’s novels were about finding Mr. Right). The failure to keep the categories of life and literature distinct led to all kinds of heresy and nonsense: to 'liking' and 'not liking' books for instance, preferring some authors to others and suchlike whimsicalities which, he had constantly to remind his students, were of no conceivable interest to anyone except themselves" (62-3).
Sweet Will
by Eric Malpass
historical fiction, bioigraphical novel, nearly true
life of Shakespeare based on a handful of available facts
suggested by my highschool Shakespeare teacher a mere
44 years ago; a long delay, but I finally got around to it!
"The water meadows dreamed in the moonlight. The summer night was soft, heavy with the scent of may blossom. The stars were diamonds on a velvet tray. The young poet stared at the moon. The moon stared at the poet. It seemed that they had known each other a long time. Theirs was a love affair that went back through the slow ages of man. William inhaled deeply, as though to take into himself this rich and silver loveliness. 'On such a night,'he murmured, 'on such a night as this --' Someday, at more leisure, he would recollect this moment" (35).

[In Stratford - upon - Avon], "The dragon - flies shimmered and darted over the Avon, the willows dreamed, there was the scent of growing green things.

"While in London -- stench, filth, noise. A respected glover, a respected father, a loved husband; friends . . . good, solid tradesmen, with their carerful wives . . . All this could still be his his. O God, methinks it were a happy life -- A big fish lording it in a little pond. Whereas in London -- a minnow among carp: carp with savage teeth.

"But of course there could be no question. And that night he spoke the words Anne had been dreading. 'I must go back to London, Anne. There is much to do'"
(209).

"What had Dick Field said, all those years ago?
If you were true to yourself, you could not betray anyone else.
Something like that"
(231)

"They were like three famished men,
desperately scraping a bowl, the bowl of hope.
And the bowl was almost empty"
(284).

Touchdown Jesus:The Mixing of Sacred
and Secular in American History

by R. Laurence Moore
a sociocultural study of the separation of church and state
suggested by my brother Bruce
Since the 1960's some politicians have warned Americans that they are enaged in a great culture war, one that pits religion and goodness aganst atheism and immorality. The truth is that the quarrels of recent years are not between religion and no religion, but aongh religious Amerians who disagree about the proper way to display religion in public. . . . the people who oppose the public display of religion are not necessarily secular humanists. They are religious men and women who wonder whether their God [or their country] is well served by presidents who take their oath of office with their hand on a Bible and refer to God in their inaugural adresses [NOT APPROPRIATE!]" (29).

"If Americans have not learned to treat religious beliefs as equal, then they are not likely to perfect equality in any other area of civic society. Because religion in America is a form of social capital, because it is suffused in so many areas of public life, public officials should never use religious belief in a nations until Americans at long last catch up with Article Six of the Constitution: 'No religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office or public trust under the United States'" (189).
Touchdown Kitti

Monday, December 31, 2018

End of Year Book Migration

An Early December Segment of Kitchen Counter Books,
including titles by Leonard Orr and Leah Orr.

As 2018 draws to a close, I share the New Year's Eve dilemma described so aptly by my friend and colleague Len:
Classes begin next week. I must follow the urge I have every semester to make a massive move of my books from upstairs to downstairs, from downstairs to upstairs, from home to campus, and from campus to home. What had been alphabetically arranged before may be arranged now by chronology or sub-sub topics. Since I promised my doctor I would no longer attempt to carry armloads of books up and down the stairs or boxes of books, I bought extra sacks to carry the books safely. Perhaps these book-move patterns are similar to the return of salmon or the great migrations of birds. Perhaps thousands of English professors are subject to the same seasonal patterns.

Next, our mutual friend Kathie explained her system:
Indeed, this English professor seems to be subject to those very patterns. My challenge is that I seem to be hauling them from one continent to another repeatedly, though with regional variations, depending on the destination.

As for me:
The pattern I'm subject to is that every single book I have come in contact with throughout the year ends up on my kitchen counter, next to my laptop: recently read, purchased but not yet read, started but not yet finished, received as gifts, retrieved from shelf to track down remembered or forgotten references, needed for further analysis in near future. And so on so forth, until I end up with a collection 2 stacks deep and 6 or 8 stacks wide that need to be dealt with and re-shelved ideally on December 31st, but oftentimes not until well into the month of January.
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