Finding Freedom

French, Erin. Finding Freedom: Celadon, 2021.

Reason read: this was a gift from my sister. I read everything that comes from her, especially if it takes place in Maine.

To say Erin French is a fighter is an understatement. Let’s start with childhood with an mentally abusive father. I think about what kind of person I would be if, unless I was doing something for him, I never received honest love from my father. To watch him drown kittens would be enough to traumatize me for life. [That is the stuff of nightmares, especially if you are too young to understand the necessity of the act.]
Finding Freedom is not only a story of redemption, but one of tenacity. Coming from a small town is almost always seen as a curse. There is a stigma around being from Nowhere, America. You are considered a nobody if you can’t get out. Breaking free and escaping from your small provincial hometown to make it in the “real world” is always the unspoken goal. Erin almost made it out, but when she had a child out of wedlock and had to come crawling home to Freedom, Maine, it should have been a source of shame, but instead the act saved Erin’s life. Even though there were more adversities to come, her son Jaim gave her a reason to live, to fight, and to succeed. Because of him she was able to navigate a horrific (some would say diabolical) divorce, survive a bizarre custody battle for Jaim, conquer an all-consuming alcohol and prescription pill addiction, and find financial stability. She was able to break down every roadblock her ex-husband and her own demons put in front of her.
You may think I have given you spoilers for Finding Freedom. Believe me when I say I haven’t. There is so much more to Erin’s story. Read it for yourself to find out.

Book trivia: Each section of Finding Freedom is separated by a place in Maine: Hope, Unity, Prospect, Liberty, and Freedom. If people are not familiar with rural Maine they might think she is talking about something entirely different.

Quote to quote, “I didn’t want to live a life where dollar amounts dictated dreams” (p 52). Amen to that. My father always told me, do what you love and love what you do. If you live within the means of your passion you will never want for anything.

Playlist: Cesaria Evora, Billie Holiday, Miles Davis, Bette Midler’s “Baby of mine”, Stevie Nicks, the Sound of Music soundtrack, and Whitney Houston.

A House in Corfu

Tennant, Emma. A House in Corfu: a Family’s Sojourn in Greece. Henry Holt and Company, 2002.

Reason read: in January 1981 Greece joined the European community.

So you want a house on the Greek island of Corfu? It is going to take a lot of work…as Emma Tennant’s parents soon found out. In A House in Corfu it is the 1960s and Emma’s parents have been entranced by a spot at the mouth of a mythological bay. Supposedly, this is the spot where Odysseus came ashore; where Nausicaa took him in. The Tennants decide to build a house they name Rovina. Emma Tennant’s romantic descriptions make Rovina sound like a fairytale when it was all said and done, but first there was the initial build where troubles naturally abounded. Water was difficult to find. (The search went on for seven weeks while the family relied on rainwater.) Supplies needed to come by boat from a tiny harbor and hauled up the countryside. Then there were the island politics to navigate. The locals used the land as shortcuts to fishing spots. Then there was the one time Tennant couldn’t return to London. Because of a military coup led by Colonel Papadopoulos the planes refused to fly.
Tennant pays tribute to other Corfu writers like Homer, Durrell, and Edward Lear.
While I enjoyed Tennant’s romantic descriptions, her parenthetic comments and run-on sentences were tiring.

As an aside, I love learning new things. I did not realize Greeks have siestas. dhen pirazei means never mind.

As another aside, I am fascinated by the Judas trees Tennant described. I was able to see one that was one hundred years old while I was in Rome. Unfortunately, it was not in bloom.

Lines I loved, “Greece has entered our blood by now, and we can no longer remember the cool summers back home or the precautions taken when embarking on a picnic or a day by the sea: waterproofs, cardigans, rug that may never be unrolled due to sudden, half-expected rain” (p 148) and “The sea is a great cleanser, of body and soul: to feel at first that you are entering the heart of a sapphire or an aquamarine, then to sink deeper into the water that has cold springs as refreshing as a subaqueous shower, is to know that you will come out transformed, like a creature in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, and begin the day again as if you had gone nowhere at all” (p 185).

Author fact: I found it interesting that Tennant does not mention a husband, only a son and friends that travel to Greece with her.

Book trivia: There are no photographs of Rovina in A House in Corfu.

Setlist: Melina Mercouri’s “Never On a Sunday”, the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger, and the Rolling Stones’ “I Can’t Get no Satisfaction”.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the simple chapter called “Corfu” (p 70).

And a Right Good Crew

Kimbrough, Emily. And a Right Good Crew. Illustrated by Mircea Vasiliu. Harper and Brothers, 1958.

Reason read: A pleasant end of the year read.

Sophie and Arthur Kober, Howard and Dorothy Lindsay, and Emily Kimbrough make up the “right good” crew. This is the story of the five of them are canal cruising aboard first the Venturer and then the Maid Marysue. They travel between Staffordshire and London with plenty of adventure along the way.
Parts about Kimbrough that made me laugh: she was a self proclaimed arguer. She liked a persuasive dialogue challenge. Throughout And a Right Good Crew she was witty and humorous. I loved how she described herself and her companions as heathens who didn’t know how to make a proper pot of tea. She shamelessly uses her daughter’s pregnancy to gain special treatment while traveling and desperately wanted to see how a game of darts was played. I think I would have liked to be friends with Emily Kimbrough.
A few scenes I enjoyed: shopping in 1950s England. They didn’t supply shoppers with containers for their purchases, (What is old is new again. Maine does provide shopping bags, either.) Arthur Kober’s attempt to steer the Maid Marysue, and the ringing of the bells.
Beyond a pleasant memoir, And a Right Good Crew includes some practical late 1950s information about traveling by canal: a glossary of terms, a step by step directive of how to take a boat through a lock, a list of books for suggested reading, and a tally of basic expenses.

As an aside, if you order a Bloody Mary in London, are you swearing at Mary?

Author fact: Kimbrough grew up in Chicago and developed a sense of wanderlust early on.

Book trivia: be forewarned, the details are a little dated. Case in point, the hire fee for a boat was twenty-nine pounds per week. A charge for a lad was six a week.

Head scratching lines, “He had phrased her incompetence delicately” (p 7), “We continued to impose our involuntary shock treatment” (p 180), and “Neither activity came even in the neighborhood of my comprehension” (p 224).

Setlist: Gershwin’s “A Woman is a Sometime Thing”.

Nancy said: Pearl included And a Right Good Crew as a humorous book about cruising. She had more to say about the book but you should check it out for yourself in Book Lust To Go (p 253).

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the chapter called “Water, Water Everywhere” (p 253).

Just Up the Road

Diehl, Chelsea. Just Up the Road: A Year Discovering People, Places, and What Comes Next in the Pine Tree State. Islandport Press, 2023.

Reason read: This is a very special Early Review book from LibraryThing. I am super excited I won it.

Confessional: I was born in Maine. I have roots in Maine even though I am currently displaced. My family is still in Maine. Needless to say, my heart is still in Maine. And. And! And, mark my words, I will retire to Maine. I predicted I would love Just Up the Road and I did.

I love scavenger hunts. As soon as I read the subtitle of Just Up the Road I had this hope that the book would contain tons people and places I could discover for myself. I was not disappointed. I started a comprehensive list of places to go, activities to try, and restaurants in which to eat. In all, Diehl mentions twenty-three places to hike, thirty-seven activities beyond hiking, and twenty-three restaurants. She also includes a smattering of black and white photographs and fifteen stories of Maine from the perspective of others. Quoting Maine in other people’s words was a touch of humbleness I didn’t expect. While I wanted to call this a guide to Maine, it is most definitely not. There are no maps of the places mentioned. There is no contact information. No hours of operations, emails, or websites. It is a strictly a travelogue/memoir with perfect inserts of Diehl’s opinions, past triumphs, and future dreams with husband, Andrew and daughter, Harper. As an aside, the decision to include Monhegan Island was a no-brainer in my mind, but then again I am uber-biased. Diehl does an excellent job avoiding trope and superfluous flowery language about my hometown. Nowhere in her description does she talk about the magical light or spell-bounding beauty. Blah, blah, blah. She even avoids talking about fairy houses. Bless her heart.
While Diehl is heavy on hiking, she does not seem to be into music. For great places to see music I would add Camden’s Opera House, Rockland’s Strand, Portland’s State Theater, and Brownfield’s Stone Mountain Arts.
Confessional: I wanted to see Home Café in Rockland, the Orono Bog on Bangor, the Rockland Breakwater, or Newscastle Publick House in Newcastle. Just a few of my favorite Maine places beyond music venues.

Playlist: “We’re Off to See the Wizard”, “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”, “the Family Madrigal”, Ella Fitzgerald (spelled wrong), Bessie Smith, “Pretty Woman”, and “Shake Rattle Roll”.

Author fact: I am pretty sure this is Diehl’s first nonfiction.

Book trivia: I know I said Diehl doesn’t include maps or any other business information related to the places she goes, but she does include beautiful black and while photographs.

You or Someone You Love

Matthews, Hannah. You or Someone You Love: Reflections from an Abortion Doula. Atria, 2023.

Have you ever been around someone so kind, so heart-open and emotionally connected that at turns they embarrass and inspire you? You squirm a little because they are so eager to display all the feels and worse, imparting those raw emotions onto you, but at the same time you admire their ability to be so free with their passions. I know I don’t know what to do when someone is even the slightest bit complimentary or caring and Matthews, within the very first pages of You or Someone You Love, seems overly gentle and loving. I do not need her to call me radiantly gorgeous or perfect. I know I am neither. I need to understand that Matthews wants to set her readers at ease. Her book is a minefield of controversy, pain, anger, shame, and guilt. She doesn’t want to intrude on the fragility of some readers while she unearths the feelings they might have buried deep down. At the same time Matthews wants her initial message to be clear, straightforward and reassuring. Simply: I. Care. For. You. The message is received loud and clear.
I wanted to go beyond healing and actually learn something from reading You or Someone You Love. Here are a few lessons: I had never heard of the Mississippi Appendectomy. I was excited to discover the Native Land map. I never knew one could donate breast milk. But! The ultimate truth: I didn’t expect to learn something about myself in the process. Well played, Matthews.
As an aside, why do we always apologize for our pain? I am bothered when someone apologizes for crying during an interview; when someone says they say sorry for their pain. I get irritated when people are ashamed of their tears and yet, I go to that same place. I apologize for feeling something beyond my control. The section called “Abortion is Pain” resonated. When Matthews was talking about the anticipation of receiving pain, I felt myself tensing, locking, tightening, and clenching in readiness of an imaginary pain yet to be delivered. Just reading the words made me wat to curl into a tight, tight, tight porcupine ball and play dead for all I was worth. But I kept reading and that made all the difference.

Quotes to become bumper stickers: “Hope is the thing I just keep doing” (p 167).

Playlist: “the Mother” by Brandi Carlile.

Wintering

May, Katherine. Wintering: the Power of Reset and Retreat in Difficult Times. Riverhead Books, 2020.

I feel like this book comes from a place of privilege. How many of us can safely leave employment and snuggle into a season of wintering? I learned to manage my expectations in regards to what I am hoping to “get” out of reading Wintering. I found myself asking what is the difference between an entertaining story and one from which you are supposed to greatly benefit? I want to call Wintering a beautifully written memoir with a message and leave it at that. To think there is a self-help promise was almost too much to ask. Otherwise, if I don’t just call it a memoir, Wintering will be nothing more than a book with an identity crisis. Self-help or self-story? More of the latter is my honest opinion. It is a memoir about navigating a difficult season, if you take wintering in the literal sense.

Lines I liked, “But then, that’s what grief is – a yearning for that one last moment of contact that would settle everything” (p 60), “Even at the ripe old age of forty-one, I’m shy about asking if anyone’s free, lest I make myself look unpopular” (p 129), and my favorite, “My blood sparkled in my veins” (p 180).

A few comments about the favorite quotes. Everyone asked, if you had one more moment with a loved one, what would you say? It’s as if the questioner knows the answer to solving the mystery of regret is to have that one last moment of contact. What is wrong with not having anywhere to go (and no one to ask)? And lastly, I was a member of the Polar Bear Club in my high school days. We didn’t swim year round, but we did jump in Songo pond every spring, just after the thaw.

Setlist: ABBA, “Silent Night”, and “Wichita Lineman”.

Orchid Thief

Orlean, Susan. The Orchid Thief. Ballantine Books, 1998.

Reason read: I swore I got rid of all categories regarding the best time to travel to a region but somehow this one slipped by. December is the best time to visit the Caribbean. I swear, this is the last one for this category. And! And this book doesn’t really fit in the genre, so there you go. Luckily, I also needed a book with a flower on its cover for the Portland Public Library Reading Challenge…

Orchids have been described as evil, mysterious, challenging, captivating, beautiful, the devil, sexual, an obsession…
John Laroche seemed like an interesting character. Susan Orlean found him to be the most “moral amoral person she had ever known” (p 6). Is this why she chose to write his biography? I don’t think it was for the love of orchids. If I am being honest, Orchid Thief isn’t a biography of John Laroche either.
A few facts I picked up about orchids: They can live seemingly forever; they often outlive their owners. They are incredibly durable despite being difficult to grow from seed. (As an aside, I now want to visit the New York Botanical Gardens to see the 150 year old wonders.) Here’s something I can spout at a party the next time I need small talk: Charles Darrow, the inventor of the game Monopoly, retired at the age of forty-six to devote himself to all things orchids. What is it about these flowers? I see them at Home Depot and think they are garishly ugly.
Then there were all the things I learned about Florida: the development of the swamp lands, the way anything can grow there (I have a story about that for later), the mystery of Osceola’s head. In the end, I came to the conclusion that the whole state of Florida was one big cesspool for scams.
All in all, Orchid Thief was entertaining.

I love it when a book makes me explore history, geography, or biography. This time I needed to seen the image of Annie Paxton sitting on a ginormous lily pad.

So. The Grow Anywhere story. A friend of mine moved to Florida to be closer to his granddaughter. One day he and said granddaughter were eating peaches. Once granddaughter was finished eating the fruit she didn’t know what to do with the pit. She asked her grandfather if she could plant it. They now have a peach tree in their backyard. Whether it is bearing fruit, I do not know.

As an aside, I was reminded of an episode of Northern Exposure when Laroche’s boss couldn’t spend more time with Orlean due to the fact he had Japanese investors in town. Golf course?

Author fact: Orlean used to write for Newsweek.

Book trivia: Orchid Thief started as a piece in a Florida newspaper and the Orlean wrote about it in the New Yorker. Suddenly it became worthy of a whole book.

Playlist: “Polly Wolly Doodle”, “My Darling Clementine”, Grateful Dead, Mama Cass, “Yes, We Have No Bananas Today”, “Down in the Boondocks”, “Jailhouse Rock”, and “It’s My Desire to Live for Jesus”.

BookLust Twist: from More Book Lust in two chapters. First, in “Dewey Deconstructed” (p 73) and again in “Line that Linger, Sentences that Stick” (p 143).

On Grief and Reason

Brodsky, Joseph. On Grief and Reason. Farrar Straus, Giroux, 1995.

Reason read: November is National Writing Month. I am reading On Grief and Reason in honor of the art of essaying.

Brodsky’s compilation of essays, speeches, lectures, and letters cover a variety of topics. Here are my most memorable aspects of Brodsky’s On Grief and Reason: I loved the list of poets that should be read in their native tongue (German, Spanish, Polish, French, Greek, English, Dutch, Portuguese, Swedish, and Russian. Interestingly, he does not include Italian.). Poetry should be right next to the Bible in hotel nightstands. The joke is the Bible won’t mind as it “doesn’t object to the proximity of the phonebook” (p 203). Brodsky stresses the importance of poetry on a nation. He later includes a seminar given to people “ignorant or poorly acquainted with Robert Frost (p 223). He pulls apart the poetry of Thomas Hardy. “The Convergence of the Twain” was fascinating. The letter to Horace was surprisingly sexual. Despite all this, I found that one of the most fascinating points Brodsky makes is that if he had been a publisher, he would have insisted on putting the “exact age” at which an author composed his or her work on the cover of their book.

As an aside, I know I have griped about how wrong it is to a take collection of old essays previously published elsewhere and packaged them as new, but I feel Brodsky’s On Grief and Reason is different. He is a poet who delivered speeches and wrote essays on various topics. To compile what wasn’t previously sold somewhere else is completely different.

Lines I liked, “This awful bear hug is no mistake” (p 111). I have no idea what this means. “So flip the channel: you can’t put this network out of circulation, but at least you can reduce its ratings” (p 147). I thought that was pretty funny considering that is exactly my Kisa’s line of work.

Author fact: Brodsky won the Novel Prize in Literature in 1987. Second author fact: Brodsky chose to pose with his cat for the author photograph. It is fantastic.

Book trivia: On Grief and Reason is the second volume of Brodsky’s essay collection, but I am only reading this one for the Challenge.

Playlist: Zarah Leander’s “Die Rose von Nowgorod”, Ella Fitzgerald’s “Tisket a Tasket”, “La Comparsita”, “El Choclo”, “The Artgentine Tango”, “Colonel Bogey”, Willis Conover, Louis Armstrong, Haydn, Clifford Brown, Sidney Bechet, Django Reinhardt, Charlie Parker, Enrico Caruso, Tito Schipa, Schubert. “Ave Maria”, Marian Anderson, Chopin, Liszt, Paganini, Wagner, and Mozart.

Nancy said: Pearl explains that within the pages of On Grief and Reason Brodsky analyses some of his favorite poems. That hardly scratches the surface of the content of On Grief and Reason.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust in the chapter called “Essaying Essays” (p 80).

K2

Viesturs, Ed and David Roberts. K2: Life and Death on the World’s Most Dangerous Mountain. Read by Fred Sanders. Random House Audio, 2010.
Viesturs, Ed and David Roberts. K2: Life and Death on the World’s Most Dangerous Mountain. Broadway Books, 2009.

Reason read: in honor of National Writing Month I chose a nonfiction.

It needs to be said that K2 may be the second highest mountain in the world, but it is arguably the most dangerous mountain to summit. Beyond unpredictable weather and inhospitable traverses, language barriers, varying climbing skills (and, let’s be honest, knowledge), and clashing egos of the climbers make the mountain even more treacherous. Viesturs and Roberts cover six different campaigns to climb K2. At times these campaigns are confusing to read about because they include details from other mountain climbs (like Everest) and the timelines jump around.
The most enjoyable passages were when Viesturs and Roberts outlined the changed in technology and climbing gear. It makes earlier successes of summitting K2 even more impressive. More on that later.

Confessional: this may be just me, but I got the feeling Viesturs was jealous of more successful climbers. The written attempts at modesty ring a little insincere especially when he is constantly inserting his own experiences into the narrative of successful summits that were achieved before he was even born. For example: noting his personal record of traversing 150 miles on cross-country skis when describing the 360 miles the 1938 team had to cover just to get the expedition to climb K2 started. So what? I honestly thought he could not help but insert himself in every campaign, no matter how long ago. The humble brag made me think of Greg Mortenson and his expeditions. I guess the moral of the story is you have to have some kind of ego to survive climbing 8,000 feet into the clouds. But more than the ego was Viesturs apparent disdain for people who want to be first at whatever (first man to climb without oxygen, first woman to climb without a Sherpa…first whatever). Viesturs says a first whatever is not a good enough reason to climb a mountain, but yet he calls the first to get to KS in winter a “triumph.” Seems contradictory to me.
Even worse than the humble bragging and contradictory beliefs, this is the sentence that shocked me the most, “For me, it would be a sad turn of events if helicopters could pluck stranded climbers off the highest summits (p 319). Why? Don’t you mean it would be sad turn of events if inexperienced people climbed only because they banked on a helicopter rescue? To me, it would be a sad turn of events if helicopters could drop people off at the summit. Viesturs honestly seems disappointed that “outsiders” could come to your rescue. Isn’t a helicopter just another advancement in safety like the technological advances of climbing gear, tents, clothing, willow wands, and oxygen supply?

Author fact: in 1992 Ed Viesturs climbed K2 and kept a diary of that expedition. Viesturs also wrote No Shortcuts to the Top. For the Book Lust Challenge I am not reading anything else by Viesturs or Roberts.

Book trivia: K2 has two sections of photography: one in black and one and a latter one in full color.

Playlist: “Wreck of the Old 97” and Ezio Pinza.

Nancy said: Pearl did not say anything specific about K2 except to describe the premise.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the chapter called “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” (p 64).

Unsuitable for Ladies

Robinson, Jane. Unsuitable for Ladies: an Anthology of Women Travellers Selected by Jane Robinson. Oxford University Press, 1994.

Reason read: I needed an anthology for the Portland Public Library Reading Challenge.

What a difference one hundred years makes. The idea of not being able to travel as a woman by oneself is unfathomable to me. This made Robinson’s Unsuitable for Ladies even more of a joy to read. Her comments after some of the entries were appreciated and sometimes very much needed, even though I didn’t always agree with her.
All in all, I loved the writings of smart, courageous, and independent women. While most traveled with a purpose, (serving in the war was a popular excuse to go abroad), it was the women who traveled out of curiosity and leisure that fascinated me the most. Wealth was the great commodity and motivator in the days of opium pills and ether treatments.
Notable women included one woman who dreamed of riding an ostrich; another who felt that plain boiled locusts were the most palatable. Another woman was funny about bugs like fleas while another desired to be immune to scorpion venom. One woman worried about being seen as a woman while she traveled dressed as man. Another woman had a more pressing concern as she watched her horse fall over a cliff. Still another survived a bear attack. Yet another willingly joined her husband on a funeral pyre.
These were very different times. Imagine a time when it was acceptable for ladies to view battlefields of Waterloo and Crimea, with all of their bloodshed and death. Imagine wearing the elaborate and heavy diving equipment of 1910. Imagine watching a native receive a tattoo by rat or shark tooth.
In truth I think Robinson missed an opportunity to publish a really robust book. It would have been great to see maps of the time period these ladies traveled, illustrations of the fashions, and maybe some photographs or illustrated portraits of the more notable lady travelers.
Favorite women: Florence Nightingale saying her mind was out of breath; Myrtle Simpson trying to figure out how to travel with a newborn; the alias Honourable Impulsia Gushington; Barbara Toy naming her Landrover “Polyanna”; Robyn Davidson bringing her camels to the beach for the first time.
Questions I have: is it still true you could lose your shoes outside a temple in Cairo? Can you really cure hiccups (hiccoughs) by holding your right ear with you left forefinger and thumb and bringing your left elbow as far as possible across your chest?

Lines of Robinson’s I liked, “This broken link in memory’s chain…” (p 3), “There is a fine line to be drawn between the urge to travel and the search for freedom, and for many of these women no line at all” (p 4).
Other quotes to quote, “I particularly hate snakes, and the incident upset me a good deal, but not for long. I had too much to do” (p 197), “Eighty days of siege life does wonders” (p 258), .

Author fact: Robinson wrote more than what I am reading for the Challenge.

Book trivia: Unsuitable for Ladies in a companion volume to Wayward Women. I only have Unsuitable on my Challenge list.

Playlist: “Greensleeves”, “Ballad of the Fox”, and the waltzes of Strauss.

Nancy said: Pearl did not say anything specific about Unsuitable for Ladies.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust in the very obvious chapter called “Lady Travelers” (p 142).

So Many Books, So Little Time

Nelson, Sara. So Many Books, So Little Time: a Year of Passionate Reading. GP Putman’s Sons, 2003.

Reason read: Read in honor for Melvil Dewey’s birth month. I also needed a book with a title of six words or more for the Portland Public Library Reading Challenge.

The premise of So Many Books, So Little Time is simple. Nelson has set out to read a book a week. Fifty-two books in fifty-two weeks. To some people that is a herculean task. To others, it might be child’s play. It all depends on the book…and the reader, for that matter. Only Nelson’s plan falls apart in the very first week. Her first book is a bust. So is the next one. And the next one. So Many Books, So Little Time turns out to be a memoir about books read, books skimmed, and books skipped (a total of 266 titles if you are curious).
Disclaimer: I am about to have so many meltdowns about this book and for various reasons. Please excuse my childish temper tantrums.
Rant #1: even the dust jacket states that Nelson chronicles a year’s worth of reading in So Many Books, So Little Time. Indeed, there is a section at the end of the book called “What I Actually Did Read” and it lists twenty-one books. Even what she planned to read is vague (she lists twenty-three books by name). What happened to the fifty-two? The Heartburn (March 22) and the Bird By Bird (April 6) chapters were how I thought the entire book would read. I was really looking forward to that. Here’s the weird thing. In the appendix of books actually read, Heartburn and Bird By Bird are not mentioned. And if you look a little closer she only read nineteen books, reread another, and skimmed another. Again I ask, what happened to fifty-two?
Rant #2: I didn’t understand her freaking out when someone didn’t share her opinion about a book. What is the big deal if you disagree? That is what makes books and people interesting. Imagine how boring a book club would be if everyone had the same opinion about a book?
Rant #3: Nelson will reread a book if she loved it. With so many books and so little time I move on from a reread unless I don’t remember the plot or it doesn’t take that much time. Why spend so time on something you already know?
Rant #4: What was her deal with Mitch Albom? I honestly feel she was a little jealous of his relationship with a mentor. Tuesdays with Morrie was not just an “All I Really Needed to Know” kindergarten lesson. It was about human (re)connection with a person who was dying; squeezing out as much time as possible with someone. Also, what was her deal with making excuses about reading Mary Higgins Clarke? It was if she was embarrassed to read something non-academic. Everybody needs some fun now and again.
Rant #5: The chapter on Anthony Bourdain was less about Kitchen Confidential and more about Nelson’s personal feelings towards the man. I found myself asking what was the point exactly? Maybe I am a little sensitive because the man committed suicide since the publication of So Many Books…
All is all, I felt So Many Books, So Little Time was an opportunity for Nelson to rattle off all the books she has either read, partially read, read and given up on, or only skimmed. In the end I found myself finishing just to see what books we had in common (202).

Confessional – there is a lot of Nelson’s story that I can relate to:

  1. She talks about double-booking (reading two books at once). However, I often read six at once.
  2. She talks about having a book at all times so that she is never bored. I do the same thing except I explain it as never having to wait for anything whether it be in line at the grocery store or in a doctor’s office.
  3. She talks about the dilemma of having to chose what to read. Imagine trying to figure out when to read over 5,000 books. For that same reason I know what I am reading (and in what order) for the next twenty-five years if I live that long.
  4. She talks about separating owned books from unowned. I do the same on LibraryThing. Only I don’t own a lot of my books. I support local libraries by borrowing, borrowing, borrowing.
  5. She talks about having a rule that you only read a percentage of a book you don’t like. I do the exact same thing. Why waste time with something that doesn’t hold your attention?
  6. She has horrible memories of trying to play organized sports in middle school. Try never seeing an organized sport until high school. Talk about childhood trauma!
  7. She misses conversations with her father. Me too. Every. Single. Day.
  8. She spends a lot of time talking about books she reread (Roth) and books she couldn’t get into. I couldn’t read Infinite Jest either.

Here is how I can’t relate:

  1. Nelson can’t read in the car. Luckily, I do some of my best reading in a moving vehicle. Plane, boat, car, train, treadmill, it doesn’t matter.

Author fact: Nelson went to the same high school as a few friends of mine. She went to the same college as my grandfather.

Book trivia: There are 266 books mentioned by title in So Many Books. I probably missed a title here or there. To be honest, when she mentioned movies or television shows I thought they were books because, as you all know, I am not up on my visual arts.

Playlist: Bessie Smith, Bob Dylan’s “Motorpsycho Nightmare”, a Chorus Line, Frank Sinatra, John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Rolling Stones’s “Sticky Fingers”, Roseann Cash, Bruce Springsteen, Jefferson Airplane, Glace Slick, and “Somebody to Love”.

Nancy said: I think Pearl described So Many Books, So Little Time better than Nelson when she said it was a collection of essays about books Nelson has read.

BookLust Twist: from More Book Lust in the chapter called “Dewey Deconstructed” (p 62).

America’s Best Ideas

Oswald, Michael J. America’s Best Ideas: My National Parks Journal. Stone Road Press, 2023.

Reason read: As a reviewer for the Early Review Program, I sometimes review very cool books for LibraryThing. This is one such book. Confessional: I think I am becoming a certified Mike Oswald groupie. This is my second early review (via LibraryThing) of his. I loved the first book I reviewed and this journal is just as cool.

In order of discovery: I loved the color of the cover. It is a perfect shade of green to remind me of a park ranger’s uniform. On purpose? If so, well played, Mr. Oswald. Well played.
“This journal belongs to:” reminded me of the little pink diary I used to have when I was a kid. [It came with a teeny tiny key, but if you lost that, no worries. You could pick the lock with a paperclip.]
The journal is chock full of information. Maps, a national parks checklist, a list of parks by size, a list of parks by most to least visited, a list of parks by most to least number of hiking trails, crowd information, personal favorites of Mike’s (and room for yours), and finally each park in alphabetical order. Each park has an info page which includes the date the park was established, its size, visitation statistics, number of trails, and a list of interesting things to do or see within each park. Being from Maine, I paid the most attention to Acadia’s list of interests. Throughout the entire journal are cute drawings by one talented illustrator and one not-so-talented illustrator. Okay, the whole publication page gave me a giggle. Bonus points for a humorous disclaimer section.

As an aside, even though I could “journal” about parks I have been to before receiving My National Parks Journal but I think I am going to start fresh…even Acadia (despite the fact I was there less than two months ago).

Writing New York

Lopate, Phillip, ed. Writing New York: a Literary Anthology. Library of America, 1998.

Reason read: First and foremost, the Portland Public Library has an annual reading challenge and this satisfies the category of anthology. Second reason: the New York Gypsy Festival takes place in October and November.

Literature written for and about New York is organized in chronological order in Writing New York: a Literary Anthology. In the diary of Philip Hone you will read about a child abandoned on his doorstep. Henry David Thoreau goes wandering around Staten Island looking for nature. You will read the day-long observations of Nathaniel Parker Willis. Melville’s Bartleby the Scrivener has a place. Fanny Fern, also known as Sara Payson Willis, contributes as the first woman newspaper columnist in the United States. You’ll learn that O. Henry started writing fiction in prison. James Huneker will tell you about the New York public urban parks: Battery, Corlears (which I had never heard of before), Gramercy, Bronx, and Central, to name a few. Charles Reznikoff would walk twenty miles a day and by default find interesting material for his poetry. (All I want to know is what happened to the lost shirt.) E.B. White chimes in. William Carlos Williams was called the “bard of Rutherford, New Jersey”, but he wrote about New York City with such eloquence. You will read a fraction of a biography of LaGuardia by Robert Moses and hear from Henry Miller, William Burroughs, Tom Wolfe, Joan Didion, Ralph Ellison, and so many more. The mini biography of Lady Day was my favorite.

As an aside, you know I can’t write a review about a New York book without mentioning Natalie Merchant, right? When Lopate mentioned the contrasts of New York, I instantly thought of “Carnival” when Natalie sings about wealth and poverty. Later on, Walt Whitman has a poem about New York and that instantly reminded me of “Song of Himself” off Natalie’s new Keep Your Courage album.

Favorite lines. From Philip Hone The Diary: “It is too much for the frailty of human nature and I am off to the Springs tomorrow to get out of the way” (p 32). I can only assume he means Saratoga Springs. Here is another from The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man by James Weldon Johnson, “New York City’s the most fatally fascinating thing in America” (p 387). “Thus I take leave of my lost city” from F. Scott Fitzgerald (p 578), and “Laughter is a beautiful obituary” from “Lou Stillman” by Jimmy Cannon (p 933).

Confessional: I skipped Domestic Manners of the Americans by Fanny Trollope and The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love by Oscar Hijuelos because I had already read them. I also skipped the excerpts from Dawn Powell’s diaries because she is on my list for another time.

Editor fact: If you Google Phillip Lopate, you will find a picture of him with a cat.

Book trivia: the copyright page is cool. Words form the shape of the Empire State Building.

Playlist: Beethoven, “Blue Bell”, Bessie Smith, Benny Goodman, Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata”, Ben Webster, Billie Holiday, Chick Webb, Count Basie, Charlie Parker, “Charlie’s Elected Now”, Coleman Hawkins, “Danny By My Side”, Duke Ellington, E. Power Biggs, Ethel Waters, Fats Waller, George Gershwin, Gladys Bentley, “Hello, Central, Give Me No Man’s Land”, “He May Be Your Man But He Come to See Me Sometime”, John Coltrane, Louis Armstrong, Lester Young, “Orange Blossom Waltz”, Paul Robeson, Prologue to Pagliacci, Puccini, Roy Eldridge, Roland Hayes, “St. James Infirmary”, “Swanee River”, “Take Your Time, Miss Lucy”, Trixie Smith, Thelonious Monk, “Under the Bamboo Tree”, and “You Called Me Baby Doll a Year Ago”.

Nancy said: Pearl called Writing New York “a deliriously diverse mix of writers…too bulky to carry around” (Book Lust To Go p 152).

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the chapter called “New York City: a Taste of the Big Apple” (p 151). To be fair, Writing New York is about more than just New York City. It covers people and cultures as well.

Rome From the Ground Up

McGregor, James H. S. Rome from the Ground Up. Bel Knap Press, 2015.

Reason read: Kisa and I are going to embark on a roman holiday at the end of the year.

McGregor starts off by saying Rome is an agglomeration of historical cities. That statement alone fires the imagination and makes one want to read on. Rome was not a planned city. It has gone through multiple redesigns. Each city section had its own purpose, much like New York City has it’s myriad of regions within the five boroughs. Yes, McGregor will walk you through every section of Rome and describe everything along with way with meticulous care. He encourages readers to take Rome from the Ground Up as a guide book to the city. He does not include restaurants or the best places to stay, as those will change over time.
Here are some of the things I gleaned from reading Rome from the Ground Up: the Mouth of Truth may have been an ancient manhole and sewer cover. There were two palaces of power, the Vatican and the Quirinal. Julius Caesar was assassinated and his body burnt on a pyre in the Forum. Later, a temple was built on the spot and dedicated to him. As an aside, I bet all dictators wish they had temples built in their honor. Laurel trees were sacred to Apollo. Read Rome from the Ground Up if you are into minute details descriptions of architecture, including details on the art within every museum, church, or chapel.

Some things I would like to research while in Rome: is the fig tree still standing in the Forum? Can you still see the collapsed bridge that was never repaired from 1598? What about the Seated Boxer? Is he still near the Baths of Constantine on the Quirinal Hill? What about the final resting place of St. Valentine? Are they still in the Chapel of San Zeno?

As an aside, if you know me then you know I find connections to music all over the place. When McGregor mentioned Stations of the Cross performed in the Coliseum by the pope every Good Friday, I thought of Josh Ritter.

Line to like, “Vows of celibacy could be difficult to maintain; pilgrims far from home turned into randy conventioneers” (p 193).

Author fact: McGregor has written a bunch of “From the Ground Up…” books. I am only reading about Rome for the Challenge.

Book trivia: Rome from the Ground Up has the most wonderful photographs and architecturally detailed plans.

Nancy said: Pearl said Rome from the Ground Up is great for architecture and history buffs.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the chapter called “Roman Holiday” (p 188).

Tisha

Specht, Robert. Tisha: the Story of a Young Teacher in the Alaska Wilderness. St, Martin’s Press, 1976.

Reason read: October is the month Alaskans celebrate Alaska Day. I also needed a book for the Portland Public Library Reading Challenge in the category of a book about a teacher.

Alaska, 1927. Anne Hobbs has traveled by ornery pony to be a teacher in the Alaskan remote village of Chicken. Tisha is a true story as told to Robert Specht. Barely twenty years old, Anne begins her adventure in Chicken battling sub-zero cold winters and even more frigid prejudiced hearts. The natives of Alaska are considered lesser people even though it is their land. The word siwash is derogatory, both as a noun and a verb. Even the children are not exempt from cruel words and actions of the white community. Anne is not fazed by the immature behavior of the white community and, after developing a fondness for one such “half breed” child named Chuck, insists he attend her school. The taunts and threats now targeting Anne grow louder when she develops an even stronger fondness for a “half breed” adult named Fred. It isn’t until Anne and Fred survive a terrible tragedy that the community starts to slowly come around.

Line I liked, “So I knew better than to judge somebody from what somebody else said” (p 129).

Author fact: According to the back flap of Tisha, Specht graduated from CCNY at 32 years old. At the time of publication he was working on a sequel to Tisha.

Book trivia: Other publications of Tisha credit Anne Purdy as coauthor. The title Tisha comes from young Chuck. With his lisp he couldn’t say teacher properly.

Playlist: “Home Sweet Home”, “Home on the Range”, Yes Sir, That’s My Baby”, O Susanna”, “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, “Sweet Rosie O’Grady”, “Auld Lang Syne”, “Ta Ra Ra Boom Dee Ay”, “Yankee Doodle”, “Little Brown Jug”, and “Turkey in the Straw”.

Nancy said: Pearl called Tisha a good companion to Benedict and Nancy’s Freeman’s novel, Mrs. Mike. Indeed, the inside flap of Tisha also mentions Mrs. Mike.

BookLust Twist: from Book Lust To Go in the chapter called “All Set for Alaska” (p 15).