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Almost Innocent (with spoilers)

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Almost Innocent Bosworth, Sheila. Almost Innocent: A Novel. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1984.

I blew through this novel in about two days. Not an overly complicated story, it surely entertained me. Set in New Orleans and surrounding areas (Houma, for one), it’s all about the tragic relationship between Rand Calvert and the beautiful Constance Alexander as told (in first person) by their daughter, Clay-Lee. We start in present day and Clay-Lee “flashes back” to her childhood, when she was about nine years old. She is witty, humorous at times and beguiling. At first I was under the impression she is the Almost Innocent the title speaks of. As a child she vaguely comprehends the intricacies of her parents’ relationship, but is observant to notice changes between them. She is aware of downward spirals. However, one of my biggest complaints about Clay-Lee’s storytelling is that on some occasions she refers to her parents as Rand and Constance in addition to the expected Mommy and Daddy. If it serves a purpose in the narration, I have clearly missed the point. I don’t know of many children who switch from mom and dad to proper first names. In my experience, it’s one or the other.

Spoiler: The Almost Innocent in the story is actually Constance. She begins an affair with her husband Rand’s deplorable Uncle Clement after he convinces her he is dying. She is innocent in her thinking that this affair will bring prosperity after his death for he promises to leave his wealth to her. She even goes so far as to become pregnant with his child. It’s a lose-lose situation once she discovers the truth. Does she commit suicide? Is her hemorrhaging to death a freak accident? Clay-Lee is witness to her bleeding and does nothing. Does that make it murder? Did Clay-Lee let her mother die? Clement seems to think so and even confronts Clay-Lee at the funeral. It’s a bizarre ending to the ever-sadder story when you realize that Rand, the ever-faithful (maybe) loved her to the end.

Booklust Twist: Nancy Pearl categorizes this book as ” Families in Trouble”(Book Lust, p. 83).

Things Fall Apart

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Achebe, Chinua. Things Fall Apart. Portsmouth: Reed Publishing, Inc. 1992.

achebe I started The Plague (you all have read Albert Camus) before I got sick. Not a good thing while you’re puking as you can surely imagine. So, I’ve started Things Fall Apart, instead. It’s another Booklust choice (of course). My library has a pretty cool edition complete with a list of principal characters, a glossary of terms, a background history of culture, and suggestions for further reading – all before you even get into the story by Achebe. I’m only at the part where it’s announced that Ezeugo, the wife of Ogbuefi, is murdered. Page eight. More later.
12/7/06: Puzzlement: Okonkwo learns that when is father is called, “agbala” it’s not only another name for a woman, but it’s also a term for a man without a title, a purpose. A seemingly derogatory term for sure. But, wait! The Oracle was also called Agbala and people came from all over to consult it. Maybe being called, “agbala” isn’t so bad after all.

Booklust Twist: this is categorized as “African Literature in English” and as a companion read with Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, and King Leopold’s Ghost by Adam Hoschild (Book Lust, p.15 & 63).

An Unofficial Rose

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Murdoch, Iris. An Unofficial Rose. New York: Viking Press, 1962.

I read this book in practically one night. I have mixed feelings about Murdoch’s Unofficial Rose. For starters, I never felt like I got to know the characters well enough to care about what happened to them. To be honest I was disgusted by them, all of them. The relationships could be broken at a whim. Marriages meant nothing. It reminded me of a throw of the dice. Partnerships came and went, were formed and were broken again. Nothing was permanent or sacred.
The thing I liked the most was the suspense. No one knew who was really being honest with anyone else. I didn’t know where anyone’s true heart was laid. Okay – here’s a spoiler: son wants to run off with his young mistress. He demands money from his father in the form of the sale of a beloved painting just so he can run away with said mistress. Father sells painting, even though it was his prized possession (and the very item he thinks he married his wife for). Son’s wife has a chance at divorce and a new relationship with someone who might love her and she admits loving back. She declines just in case cheating hubby changes his mind and comes back to her. I was irritated with her but I did not know the character enough to care.

Booklust Twist: Nancy Pearl recommends anything and everything by Iris Murdoch (Book Lust, p.162).

Only Daughter (with spoilers)

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Anderson, Jessica. The Only Daughter. New York: Viking, 1980.

Set in Australia 1977, this is another Book Lust choice. I’m only 8 pages in but already I see similarities between my family and the Cornock family. Sisters on the telephone comparing notes on a mother’s behavior, “Did she give you the ‘I’m getting old’ speech?” “Yup.” I’m giggling already. I’m also getting schooled on Australian dialogue. A ‘tick’ is the equivalent of our ‘sec’. “Just a tick” is the same as “Just a sec.” The only annoyance with the book is that there are so many characters (already) that the author was justified in putting a family tree in the beginning of the book.

Edit: 11/30/06 – I have finished the book and there are three things I loved about it: Anderson never needed to spell out everything that happens. She implies and that kept me guessing. One mystery – why was Siddy calling Jack, “son” when Jack died? The characters constantly surprised me. Sylvia, the “only” daughter returns to Sydney (from Rome) coincidentally (?) when her father has had a stroke. She claims she didn’t know he was dying, but… she’s only been gone 20 years and she’s only his favorite child. Suddenly she is back? Get the picture? There is a twist to the will: Sylvia gets the money, but only after her mother dies (which Molly swears she won’t do). I also loved the complexity of all the relationships. Once I got them straight, I loved the power struggles between the sexes, the constant threat of ‘I’m leaving you.’

PS~ Incidentally, the cover of my copy of the book shows a swing and a hat. Probably one of the most powerful scenes in the book, IMO. Guy, a stepson by marriage is testing a rope swing. Jack, the stroke-suffered father is sitting in his wheelchair only yards away. Guy, in an evil attempt to scare his stepfather, swings close enough to kick Jack’s hat off his head. It’s a power struggle that Jack ultimately wins.

Booklust Twist: This is categorized as simply, “Australian fiction” (Book Lust, p.29).

Here First

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Krupat, Arnold, and Brain Swann, eds. Here First: Autobiographical Essays by Native American Writers. New York: Modern Library, 2000.

Here First was, well, here first so I’m reading it first. I’m a little over 100 pages in and my first reaction is voyeurism. I’m peering into lives and seeing cultures I know little to nothing about. There is bitterness in their words, humor on the surface. Poetry in pieces. I’m having a tough time with the prejudice because I’m one of Them (being white) and not them. A perfect example is a favorite quote:
“The neighbor boy pointed to the screen laughing at the hooting Indians being chased by cavalry and told her that she was an “Indian.” I hugged my heartbroken daughter and said, “But you are an Indian.” She told me right back, “But I’m not that kind of Indian.” None of us are.” (Bird, Gloria. Autobiography as Spectacle: An Act of Liberation or the Illusion of Liberation? p65)

Booklust Twist: Categorized as “American Indian Literature”, (Book Lust, p.23).

Last River

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Balf, Todd. Last River: the tragic race for Shangri-La. New York: Crowne Publishers, 2000.

This just came in for me. Not only is this a BookLust mention, but Todd Balf is a Massachusetts man. I’m curious about this (nonfictional) story because I have a near & dear friend who does the whitewater thing. When I’m not worried about him cracking his skull open, I’m proud of him.

EDIT: I’m still reading Here First so River will just have to wait. 11/21/06

11/23/06: I gave up on Here First so I could jump into Last River.
11/25/06: Wanna hear something weird? Back when I first ordered Last River I said I was curious about the story because I have a friend who kayaks. I’m 60 pages into it and already Balf has mentioned HACKS, which my friend is a member (okay, president), and Falls River where my friend lives AND the very house my friend lives in. It doesn’t take much to excite me. I know I won’t see his name in this print, but it thrills me to know I’m delving into his world.

11/27/06: I finished Last River. Once I really started reading I couldn’t put it down. Was it the sense of imminent doom? I did know someone would die tragically. Balf was clever never to let on who would meet his doom on that monstrous river. I think that was part of it, but I think it was more out of fascination for Balf’s respect for the Tsangpo Gorge and everything that went with the October 1998 expedition. I have a deep rooted respect for the places I’ll never see, the things I’ll never do and the dangers I’ll never comprehend. This book opened my eyes to a different way of life: a life challenged and driven and obsessed by whitewater. In the end, I think I understand my friend a little better too.

Booklust Twist: Categorized as “Adventure By the Book” the kayakers are called, “gung-ho”, (Book Lust, p.8).

BookLust

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Pearl, Nancy. Booklust: Recommended Reading for Every Mood, Moment, and Reason. Seattle: Sasquatch Books. 2003.

I think I have gone mad. I have decided to read every book mentioned in Booklust. Here’s why: I have the Nancy Pearl action figure. Nancy is a librarian and being a librarian myself it’s almost mandatory I call Nancy my “hero” but, I hadn’t even read the book that made her famous. Never even knew what it looked like (aside from the little plastic version that came with Plastic Nancy and that’s not saying much). The combination of a) deciding to get back to reading fiction, b) finding librarything, and c) needing guidance on what to read (because I’ve missed out on so much) led me to this challenge, this madness.
Booklust is cool. If I actually get through this challenge I will have read books on every subject imaginable: from novels written by Alice anybody (Adams, Dark, Hoffman, McDermott, and of course Walker) to books on Zen Buddhism and everything in between. I will read books about cats, black holes, Ireland, and yes, I’ll even read stuff called “chick lit” (her words, not mine). I am dreading the books specific to things like bombs and primates, though. Thankfully, she has nothing suggested for hippos, centipedes or mayonnaise!

UPDATE: I am nearly finished adding all BookLust recommendations to LibraryThing and guess what I’ve gone & done? Ordered More Book Lust, Nancy’s second book of recommendations. I think I’ve lost it. I’ll be in my coffin, still trying to read. My ghost will sit up and say, “Do you mind not closing the lid? I can’t see the page I’m reading!”

Prejudice

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Muse, Daphne. Prejudice: A Story Collection. New York: Hyperion. 1995.

On a lunch break today I picked this up. On a whim I started to read. It’s another “classified as young adult” collection of short stories all dealing with prejudice and the swirling labels that go along with ignorance: hate, fear, discrimination…all from the point of view of a child/young adult. I don’t know how I get myself into these books. Native American. Jewish. Japanese. Pretty. Lesbian. Poor. Southern. White. All within the first 62 pages. This is supposed to be a collection of stories written by different writers but all the stories sound the same. All told in that Coming-Of-Age voice, with Insert-Your-Prejudice-Here terminologies. I’ve gotten through six of the 15 stories and I’m admitting defeat…for now. My main goal is to read every book that Nancy Pearl suggests in Booklust, so I don’t know I keep getting off track with these “moral dilemma” books!

UPDATE: I finished all 15 stories and wasn’t impressed.

The Pursuit of Happyness

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Gardner, Chris. The Pursuit of Happyness. New York: Harper Collins. 2006.

Given to me as a gift, I wasn’t sure what to make of The Pursuit of Happyness. The misspelling of happiness drove me crazy and I was wary of words on the cover like, “soon to be a major motion picture starring Will Smith” and “advance reader’s edition – not for sale.” So, I did what any hesitant reader would do. I kept the cover closed and tried to read other things. Remember American Tragedy? I had to give up on that one (due date came up and I didn’t have the heart to renew so,  AT got an “attempted” tag on librarything).  Meanwhile, I read more cookbooks, more young adult fiction – blowing through Here’s to You Rachel Robinson until finally, finally I revisited Pursuit.
About Pursuit. I’m 122 pages into it. Just up to “Part Two” and counting. I’m impressed with it’s tell-it-like-it-is first person voice (it is a true story, nonfiction after all). Gardner is honest about his upbringing. He doesn’t sugarcoat abuse, rape, theft, poverty, jealousy, lust and hate. Although the premise of the book is tell Gardner’s rags to riches story, it’s a social commentary on attitudes towards domestic abuse as well. In heart-wrenching detail Gardner’s mother is beaten by her husband in plain view of her community. A crowd gathers but no one tries to intervene. In the 1960s women were to obey their husbands…at all costs. I have more to say about “fighting back” but that’s for another time. In Part Two Gardner is about to join the navy so I’m sure there will be a snapshot of how the military is viewed in a country still raw from the horrors of the Vietnam War. I’ll keep you posted.

UPDATE: 11/17/06
I was wrong. Chris managed to avoid real confrontation so we sort of flew over his military career. I just finished the book in it’s entirety. Here’s my takeaway: anything is possible. It doesn’t matter where you are from, where you’ve been, or even if you’re not sure where you’re going. Anything is possible. Chris is a perfect example of someone who didn’t have the best while growing up but still managed to grow up to be the best he could be. Millionaire, Father of the Year, Humanitarian. You can’t beat that.

Best Eats…or Rachael Lovefest

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Ray, Rachael. Best Eats in Town on $40 a Day. New York: Lake Isle Press. 2004.

I’m an on again, off again fan of Rachael Ray. In other words, in small doses she is wonderful. Too much of her peppiness can kill you. I watch most of her shows, flipping back and forth between something a little less sweet during the commercial breaks, (or when she gets to be too much). I’m not sure if $40 a Day the book is a spin off of $40 a Day the show because of popularity or a crazed attempt to saturate the market with all things Rachael. I’m banking on the second notion because the book is a Rachael Ray lovefest. I have never seen so many pictures of RR in one place. It’s like looking at her personal photo album with commentary. Rachael looking dreamy at a coffeehouse table, Rachael snuggling at the Grand Canyon, Rachael in a helicopter, Rachael with a glass of wine…you get the point. But, the book is more than that. It’s Rachael’s commentary on the places she’s been, the food she’s tried. It has recipes and travel advice. Contact information for the restaurants listed…Here’s why I’m not buying: the book. Not only does she succeed in finding 3-4 places to spend her $40 (and always comes in under budget), but each and every single time the food is orgasmically fantastic. What are the chances of that? Cheap and mind-blowing? I doubt it. If I was really curious I would take this book with me to a RR traveled city and test it out. Go to the places she mentions, order the food she samples and see/taste for myself. In the meantime, I’m returning the book.

Edited to add: I had the opportunity to eat at Becky’s in Portland, Maine (one of Rachael’s picks). I had the basic egg/cheese sandwich and mom had the fruit bowl. Her meal definitely looked better than mine, but my sandwich was less than $3 and worth every penny. My biggest gripe? Only one refill on the coffee.

After the Wreck

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Oates, Joyce Carol. After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away. New York: HarperTempest. 2006.

When I first learned of this book I didn’t know anything about it. Yet, when it was in my hands and I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. I read it cover to cover in one sitting. Labeled “young adult fiction” I feared it would be dumbed down and too young (despite my love for Oates’ work). While it does have a somewhat optimistic, to be expected somewhat happy ending I was pleasantly surprised by its grit. After the Wreck tells the story of one girl’s struggle to get over the tragic death of her mother (car accident). Jenna’s downward spiral begins soon after she moves from New York to New Hampshire to live with relatives.  Jenna is not the goody-goody kid and her rebellious nature is as realistic as it is refreshing. Things can can only get worse before they get better. My favorite part: Jenna learning how to run again after the accident. I can relate.

My Brother Sam

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Collier, James L. My Brother Sam is Dead. New York: Scholastic. 1974.

I don’t know what made me pick up this grade school book. A strong desire to finish the books I should have read in my youth? Probably not, since I’d never heard of this one before. I was wandering the stacks of our Education Resource Center when I stumbled across it. It looked interesting so I gave it a chance…and read it in one day.

It’s the life of a kid in the midst of the American Revolution. His brother (Sam, obviously) joins the fight while the rest of the family tries to remain neutral. All sorts of tragedies befall the Meeker family and I found myself praying for the book to finish. I didn’t think there would be a happy ending (judging by the title) and I was right – there wasn’t.
Interestingly enough, the towns and even some of the characters are nonfictional. It makes me want to travel to Connecticut just to find the tavern, the fishing grounds, the trade route…just to stand in the path of history.

An American Tragedy

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Dreiser, Theodore. An American Tragedy. New York: World Publishing Co. 1962.

I don’t know why I’m reading this book. The binding looks like it will break if I even so much as breathe on it the wrong way. Someone has written notes in this library book and that in itself drives me nuts. I don’t want to be influenced by scribblings of another’s thoughts. Oh well. I don’t know much about this book other than to say it was recommended.

I started to get into this book after 100 pages or so. According to Nancy Pearl, that’s 50 pages too many. I would have stuck with it because I didn’t get to the really good part – the part that made it controversial and ultimately banned in it’s day (the whole reason why it was recommended), but it was due back at the library…and you know how librarians can be about overdue books. Note to self: if still alive after conquering Book Lust List, restart American Tragedy.

The Forgetting Room (w/spoiler)

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Bantock, Nick. The Forgetting Room. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. 1997.

I have always been a fan of Nick Bantock’s work. I fell in love with Griffin and Sabine and reread the trilogy a thousand times over the years. When I found out Bantock had more to offer I jumped on the chance to read them all. I just finished The Forgetting Room. Part fiction, part art and all mystery, The Forgetting Roomis one man’s journey to Spain. It’s his nine day journal about unraveling mysteries surrounding his grandfather and the life he led.  In true Bantock fashion there are glorious pages of artwork and of course, voyeuristic letters to unfold.

Spoiler: Armon doesn’t completely solve the mystery. There is romance is the air.

Culinary Boot Camp

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Shulman, Martha Rose. Culinary Boot Camp: five days of basic training with the Culinary Institute of America. New Jersey: John Wiley & Sons, Inc. 2006.

Aside from the recipes I thought this was a real read-it-once kind of book. Not something I would want to own for myself. I enjoyed holding the glossy book as much as reading Rose’s diary-like account of her experience(s) with the CIA (she actually went twice). My favorite sections were about different procedures: knife handling and water cooking. I learned something about testing the “doneness” of meat by feel. My least favorite part of the book were the photographs. Most of the photos were blurred to indicate “action shots”: cooks plating, students sitting in lecture, a chef chopping, students stirring and so forth.
Another reason for the read-it-once philosphy: I doubt I will make any of the recipes. At the end, a little less than half of the book,  are recipes mentioned elsewhere. I know I will never need a brown veal stock and Rose admits as much, too.