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Six of
the twelve apostles
gathered at one of Dublin's finest, the Blackledge Pub just off of
Backside. The Guiness was set aside in favor of Merlot and
Chardonnay to consider by what means Ulysses was pegged at
#1 on the list of English Novels of the 20th Century. The
apostles covered the spectrum of comprehension and ineluctability:
one had read every word of the 650 pages; one
had not prejudiced his opinion by reading even one
word. One had read the Nabokov interpretation; several had read
the Cliff Notes summary. One had read the censorship battles. We can agree on this: Joyce was born in 1882 in Dublin; his life follows closely with that of Stephen Dedalus in Portrait and Ulysses - he was in Paris in 1903 when he was called home by a telegram from his father that his mother was dying. [see preface to Ulysses on the Liffey for the following.] In 1904 he met Nora Barnacle on the streets of Dublin - they agreed to meet again, but she didn't show. On 15 June Joyce wrote a letter to Nora, stating how much he regretted her not showing, and asking that they meet again. So on 16 June 1904, James (22) and Nora (20) "walked out together." On 9 Sept 1904, Joyce asked his acquaintance Gogarty for "sufferance" to sleep in his [1804] Martello tower at Sandycove, as Joyce had no money. On 14 Sept Samuel Trench (the Haines character in the Tower) had a nightmare about a black panther, grabbed a gun and started shooting. Gogarty took the gun from Trench, but then fired a couple of shots at the pots and pans over the area where Joyce was sleeping. James got up, dressed, and decided to leave not only the tower but Ireland. He asked Nora if she would accompany him to the continent; she immediately agreed. He left Dublin soon after, and really never returned to the city, spending the rest of his life (he died in January 1941) in Trieste, Paris, and Zurich. [see the excellent Chronology of Joyce - explains the eye patch]. Some have said Hamlet is the greatest crossword puzzle every published; we would nominate Ulysses. Not content with a standard two-dimensional interleaving of perhaps one or two themes, Joyce has taken his basic theme of the Odysseus myth and woven into it and across it multiple themes and numerous word clues for relationships - between father and son (Shakespeare and Hamlet/Hamnet, Bloom and Dedalus), Ireland and England, Roman Catholic and Jew, the real and the ideal ... and we are left to sort it all out. Thank heaven for Nabokov. Ineluctible modality of the audible: the Apostles speak: |
Ben:
This was a monumental effort, both on Joyce's part and ours.
I think Joyce had more fun than I did. I didn't like it as
much as the original; I think Joyce trivialized a great myth by
reducing it to one day. Some are great writers, some are great
storytellers - why couldn't Joyce
tell a good story? I read it all, but I wouldn't do it again.
I suffered from literary indigestion. Tom: I'm going to try to keep going in the manner I've gone so far (set aside two hours for a single chapter; first read the Cliff Notes summary; then read the Nabokov section; then read Joyce). I can't help but think of Joyce as someone on an exponential curve - he had to keep surpassing his previous work, from Portrait to Ulysses to Finnegan's Wake. He couldn't just write a novel, he couldn't be satisfied with a novel, he had to write the greatest novel ever. Vladimir: What then is the main theme of the book? It is very simple. 1. The hopeless past. Bloom's infant son has died long ago, but the Keith: The book was (1) cathartic, (2) discursive, (3) rambling. Stream of consciousness? Let me tell you what stream of consciousness is: We receive information from all sources, from your own thoughts; you process it; perhaps 300 thoughts come in, and you filter it to what your focus is. Joyce didn't filter it, he wrote it all down! I tried this at work - wrote down everything in my head - "oh, here comes my secretary - she has nice bubs - ..." it's exhausting! anyone can do it, but it constitutes verbal diarrhea, and that is much of what results from Joyce's efforts, with a few well polished turds. If you gave this book to the blue collar working class, they wouldn't understand it, they wouldn't accept it - a book cannot be a classic, it can't be at the top of the list if its audience is restricted to a few elite snobs of literature - it must have universal appeal. One thing Joyce did well: excellent job of developing the three characters (Stephen, Bloom, Molly) - I felt I really know them - but then, in 600 pages you should be able to develop your characters well ! Summary: Joyce had good command of the English language but he does not appeal to the folks at 4th and Central. A classic should have broad appeal. Don: I get the impression that this guy is a rhetorical elitist - he makes up these word games that people might like to solve. But it doesn't come across to me, doesn't paint a picture. When I read Mark Twain, it gives me a mental image of the Mississippi River - but the main function of Joyce's writing is to satisfy his rhetorical ego. Vern: Listening to all of you - I couldn't help but feel that I had the best of it. We blokes at 4th and Central don't know what to make of this. Mike: I'm glad I selected this book, I think this was a good stretch exercise. I pay homage to Ben for reading it all the way through; I pay homage to Tom for providing the Nabokov insights and helping me prepare. As a bookclub, we (re-)read Lolita, and enjoyed it/appreciated it much more because of the annotated version, the guides. I think Nabokov was greatly influenced by Joyce - he taught classes in Ulysses, and if you think about it, Lolita was an Odyssey across the United States, with word games, hidden clues - but not with what Nabokov objected to in Joyce, not with the excessive vulgarity and obscurity. Some personal humility about who can fully understand such literature with no guides beyond their own minds - Joyce had Nabokov, Nabokov had Frederick Exley. One attribute I always appreciate in a writer is a sense of humor, and Joyce had a sense of humor. When his book was banned in the United States, in Canada, in England, in Australia, he said he deserved the Nobel Peace Prize for uniting the English-speaking peoples. To me he obviously had great literary intellect, somewhere out there in the six sigma level - he impresses me as a Renaissance Man of literature - he had apparently read most, if not all, of the world's great literature, and could process it and weave it together and compare and contrast with all sorts of new ideas. The other night on PBS I heard Charlie Rose interview Harold Bloom (Joycean name!), b. 1930 to Russian immigrant parents, "America's Leading Literary Critic" and currently Sterling Professor of Humanities at Yale Univ and at NYU (see also the anti-Bloom school) - and Bloom went into this description of Shakespeare having lost his son Hamnet, and how he was speaking to him in the play as the ghost of Hamlet's father, perhaps the only place in his plays (except where he gives the instructions to the players) where we hear the true voice of Shakespeare. Well, who developed this theory first - certainly, Joyce had examined it in great detail in Ulysses in the 1920's. [- so much of this world am I ignorant of: apparently there is a strong school arguing about a precursor version of Hamlet from 1594, known as "Ur-Hamlet" - well, Joyce's 4th novel (which even we won't read) was called something like "Ur-Stephen Hero" - so all this discussion/controversy goes back farther than we modern LTBCers recognize - see also "Sources of Hamlet."] In the end I find I agree with both Ben and Keith in this sense: it was a monumental work, and its appreciative audience is restricted. This brings us back to where we started, with the Washington Post essay by Carlo Parcelli, who raises the question: Just because a (supposedly intelligent - see the Fredo comment) critic could not understand Ulysses, or couldn't get through it - does that disqualify the novel from being the greatest? To which Ben would rejoin: I would add to your summary that just because it is incoherent I have come to understand and love the first two lines of Chapter 3, Proteus. I suggest that we tackle Finnegan's Wake for our 20th Anniversary. |
From our friends at the Literary Society
of San Diego:Mike, |
Minneapolis |
Lessons Learned Comment:
Sure. You can read ULYSSES without a guide, but why?
There's so much that even Joyce himself couldn't catch if he
hadn't written the book. There are many forward references. I'm
reminded of an advertisement Bloom finds in
one of the early chapters. The address is encoded with all sorts of
information that Joyce hasn't yet disclosed. [A Guide] explains a lot
of this for you. Well, who's to
say what "a lot" is when talking of ULYSSES. OK, he explains
some of it. As noted in another review, one of the satisfying things about (this guide) THE NEW BLOOMSDAY BOOK is that it doesn't give away all the fun stuff. Which leads me to my recommendation on how to use it. For the first half of the book, I read the episode and then read The Guide. This, I think, is the usual way. Then I tried to read The Guide first. What a difference. My fear, and maybe yours, is that reading The Guide first will be a spoiler. Well, when you a finish an episode and don't know what has happened there's really nothing to spoil. I recommend reading The Guide first. Armed with the knowledge of what to look for you can discover the ingenious ways Joyce tells the story. Again, any Guide just gives you the essentials. There will still be plenty of thrills if you read the episode after reading The Guide. |
From Tom Genoni:
Here's that quote from Reader's Encyclopedia: |
From Ben Smith:Many years ago I bought Stuart Gilbert's "James Joyce's Ulysses", the first |
References:
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28 May 2003: Half a
dozen of Albuquerque's finest ersatz-coonasses gathered at the local
franchise of Dave Robicheaux's Dock and Bait Shop, New Iberia,
LA,
to try on Dave's hat, congratulate Keith on his retirement of two
weeks, and partake of a sumptious feast of strawberries, garfishballs,
and dirty rice on the gallery of Hogman Ben
Smith. The group rose as one to discuss psychotics, sociopaths,
and psychoceramics (a.k.a. crack pots). While comparing
pedophiles to child molesters, a literary discussion broke out, as
follows: |
Don:
Enjoyed the book, as it exposed us to some "real life."
Enjoyed the descriptions of the Louisiana countryside, could feel
the humidity and the heat. But the author described too much
violence. Grade: B Mike: Solid cut above Hillerman and Mosley. However, I felt somewhat manipulated as a reader, as two examples will show: Just too much to have Kelly Drummond wear the shirt with Dave's name on it that Elrod got the day before, then Dave gives her his raincoat and puts his rain hat on her head, to send her out into the rain - to be shot as Dave, of course. Give me a break! Also, as smart as Dave was, certainly didn't ring true for him to be asking the Sheriff to exhume the victim's body to see if the slashes were consistent with Murphy's utility knife. Cut me some slack! Interesting that I now enjoy the descriptions that authors add, although it did appear somewhat of a formula with Burke to add a paragraph of description at end of each section or chapter. Burke (and Dave) appears to be a rare creature: a southern Liberal. B. Tom: I felt a guilty pleasure with this book: liked it a lot better than I should. Twice as good as Hillerman, an order of magnitude better than Mosley. Dave as a character was without a sense of humor, as advertised, but Burke showed his humor. B. Ron: I liked the description of the environment, and the humor: a smart-[coon]ass detective a la Sam Spade - could almost hear Dave narrating his story on the radio. You were in his world of violence. Loved the comment with Hogman: "We're still living in Louisiana, aren't we?" The book had more violence than I'm comfortable with - yet was not gratuitous violence but what fit with these low-lifes -- felt like we were taking a journey in the 7th circle of Hell with Dante. I liked the Confederates in the swamp. A. Henry: I enjoyed the book - the characters were colorful and the location description was realistic. Having undergone Basic Training in Biloxi, Mississippi, I found it accurately classified this part of Louisiana. Burke's style is to take off on one tangent - stop - off on another tangent - stop - then another tangent. So the book did not advance linearly (Ron: had fractal quality). As to the mystery, it turned out that a coonass (not even Tripod) didn't do it. All the foibles of humans were displayed. B. Keith: I had prepared some erudite, perceptive, perspicious comments - but after listening to all you coonasses, I threw them away. The monikers of Burke's characters are unparalleled: Cholo Mannelli; Julie Baby Feet Balboni; Cheryl LaBlanc. Having said that, this was a slime-ball book. Burke's style: going this way, that. What I will remember one year from now: Baby Feet Balboni being hogtied to a toilet in a trailer. C. Ben: I liked it or I wouldn't have picked it. I love his dermatological descriptions: For example: Dave's streak and Bootsie's independence: Dave has a streak of white hair, a "whitlock" which is part of what isDefinitely a good airplane read. A- [Ben has read all 12 Robicheaux books and most of Burke in general; also recommends Black Cherry Blues, which is another Dave Robicheaux novel and one which is found on our LTBC coffeetable.] |
Gary: I will
be in CA at the time of the next LTBC meeting. Here is my review: James Lee Burke: "In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead" This book is easy to read and very entertaining. The big downside is the Confederate dead fantasies. The detective story is compelling and hard to put down. It is easy to identify with Dave Robicheaux becasue he so honest and human. All of the characters were very realistic except General Hood. Burke has built a good story around well developed characters. Even the low-lifes are believable. I wonder if the story would work just as well without the fantasies. Maybe ghost stories widen the book's market appeal. Grade: B+ Hope that you have a good meeting. Gary |
Dirty
rice is a popular Cajun dish made with chicken livers and gizzards,
vegetables, long grain
rice, and lots of pepper. It is served as an accompaniment to
poultry and meat. If the main dish has a gravy, you pour some of
it over the dirty rice. Don't use leftover dirty rice warmed up;
the dish will have an
unpleasant texture. "The
New Orleans Cookbook" by Rima & Richard Collin
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Streaky Genoni It was many and many - ten years ago In four hills o'er rio grande library That a reader there lived whom you may know By the name of Streaky Genoni. We were so old and he was less old In those hills above the library Till a wind blew out from the golden gate, chilling The Streak of Thomas Genoni. So the high-born giants, they Lured him west, far away from thee and me To offer him dark in a sepulchre park With nothing to read but old programmes, By the light of candlestick by the sea No candlestick parked by the sea. Despite book club dessert, now we must play hurt, 'gainst the club Of those dodgers more agile than we Of many mariners far wiser than we But neither the angels in anaheim above Nor the devil rays down under the sea Can ever dissever our soul from the soul Of our streakin' Thomas Genoni. For the moon never beams, without bringing us dreams Of young streaking T. Genoni And the stars never rise, but we recall the bright eyes Of old streaking Thomas Genoni And so, all June almost He must go to the coast For the diamonds have called him away No candlestick there by the bay, Lonely pacbell by the bellicose bay. But a streak never ends Lest one Wills it to end So it is with the travails of man And we know he'll return in some days Sail easterling back in a daze To start it again, all over again Inspired by McCovey and Mays. with
apologies to Edgar Allan Poe
and Yogi Berra
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Minutes of the June Meeting
The five tattered remnants of the once proud Last Thursday Book Club gathered on the breeze-cooled deck of the Hugh Graham home of John G. Taylor. As the first big palmetto bug swooped down from the adjoining palm tree, the admissions, the secrets, and the champagne began to flow, not necessarily in that order. First announcement went to the host: "I am pleased to announce," voiced young John, "that I have married Sharon Shelley as of 5 April 2003 - at high tide in the old Venetian Swimming Pool of Coral Gables, Florida." John and Sharon have known one another for many and many a year, John having dated Sharon when he was at Gainesville - Univ of Florida - and she was a mature 16-year old in high school back in Miami. John claims he had no idea she was that young - Sharon appeared fully mature. Her parents were uneasy with the situation, thus John was cast out ... for 40 years and 40 nights. Once we had surveyed the accompanying pictures, the LTBC could not but highly endorse John's decision. However, eventually this decision will place John's Hugh Graham house on the market, bring about his retirement from Sandia, and inspire his move to Miami, FL to join his absolutely gorgeous bride. Since his daughter has recently purchased a home here, John expects to return often, or at least whenever the sprinkler system needs work. So far, Sharon has shown remarkable patience. New domicile will be 8383 SW 144th St., Palmetto Bay, FL. Sharon is in charge of the Social Studies Curriculum of the Dade County School District, and the financial advantage of a "drop" pension plan encourages her to continue working there for the next several years. Sharon had two grandchildren, so this will now give John a total of nine (9), to include his daughter in ABQ who should be delivering within the next few months. Since Sharon supplied the bio of Poe (below), the LTBC feels it is not losing a member, but gaining a literary conscience. Not to be outdone, Gary Ganong ended the meeting with his own announcement: On Monday, 30 June, Gary and Susan will be closing on a house in the Sacramento, CA area - just three miles from Christina, Drew, and the grandkids. Gary has not retired, but is currently working at 3/4 time (which is sometimes extended to 1.5 weeks/week), and may take advantage of the situation to retire as early as 30 Sept. Stay tuned. And Poe? Strong following, strong influence on today's literature: Ben credits Poe with being the influence on Arthur Conan Doyle. Mysterious death at age 49 in Baltimore - but it ended up today with the Baltimore Ravens being named in his honor ... not bad immortality, huh? |
Compiled
by the Lovely Sharon Shelley, Palmetto
Bay, Florida
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25 June 2003
Hello Mr. Secretary - |
The above shocking
announcement brought immediate response from around the world:Sad! The end of an age! Well, if the streak had to be broken, it's fitting that it's because Tom |
Congrats to JT...I myself have swum in the healing waters |
Six of
the surviving Ramsey offspring (Don, Keith,
Ron, Tom, Mike, Vern) gathered at the xeriscaped refurbished
Catron summer house to discuss patricide, misogamy, matchmaking,
marriage, the pathetic fallacy, and the mystery of women.
Much was shared, much was learned. Time passed.
Grades from solid C to B were awarded, and the host displayed
talent in defrosting an excellent dessert. Our host liked the first part, and the Time Passes. Now enjoys that style of writing, reminiscent of D.H. Lawrence in Sons and Lovers. Liked the poetic quality of the excess verbiage. Didn't like the third section - felt it was disconnected, and the (surviving) characters were not developed sufficiently to carry the story. Our Poet Laureate offers this free verse of observations: Hark from Hebrides. One sibling tackled the first 30 pages, and felt no energy in dealing with it - discouraged with an early section in which Ms. Woolf introduced several characters, and then followed up with "her and him, and him and her" - lack of clarity. Don struggled with the first part as Mrs. Ramsey's stream of consciousness described the problems of a family but struggled with understanding any kind of a feeling that the book was trying to portray. Felt it was like looking at the family through the 'wrong' end of a telescope. As to the inner thoughts of Mrs. Ramsey, "I found them neither pleasurable nor enlightening." Ben provided his thoughts electronically, from El Tovar ("to the tower") as part of his anniversary adventure: |
"This novel brought considerable
attention to Virginia Woolf when published in 1927.
Coming in the LTBC schedule after Joyce’s “Ulysses” and published only
five years after that milestone novel, it is easy to note similarities.
Wolff also wrote a
highly introspective stream of consciousness novel, an
effective technique to give insight into the psychology of
her fictional characters. She is more concise (some sentences only take
one-third of a page), uses better punctuation, and writes a much
shorter story than Joyce (mercifully), but lacks
Joyce’s humor, brilliant imagination and skillful use of various
styles and techniques of writing. "Joyce’s Bloom is much more interesting than the entire Ramsey family and their whole entourage of friends, servants and hanger-ons. As I joined Woolf’s characters through their thoughts, I was struck by how mundane and boring one’s thoughts can be. Maybe it is best that we cannot read each other’s minds. An occasional erotic fantasy would certainly have been welcome and some action would have made the book much more interesting. I kept hoping a German submarine would take out the boat and it’s passengers on the way to the lighthouse so that James could abandon his pitiful thoughts of resentment against his father and in some heroic action get all of most of the characters safely to shore. "Conclusion: Interesting historically, but a deadly read. C+." -
Ben
Smith
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... ten days later, from a terminal somewhere
near your neighborhood ...
My friends, |
"When we climbed off the bed of
our truck in the woods and stood in the midnight darkness awaiting
orders while the sleet rattled off our helmets, we knew nothing."
The remnants of Charley Company formed up in the dark of the far
East mountains this side of Buschbach. Lightning flashes
illuminated pine trees along the railroad and the Muerthe and a light
rain fell outside of our foxholes. The replacement, a company namesake,
survived his first engagement with the unit and easily handled the
initiation ceremony. "I remember digging deep, cutting through
roots with my trenching tool, and sitting huddled in the bottom, head
down with my arms folded over my helmet listening to the shells coming
in, estimating the distance of the explosions." |
Some discussion occurred over what
is a memoir vs. an autobiography vs. an autobiographical novel, and
does not an author always control what he chooses to remember, and what
he chooses to transcribe. Our Rock 'n Roll Historian and
Truthsayer pointed out: highly unlikely that Hillerman and the
girls 'went off to see a Fats Domino concert' in New York in 1943, as
Fats would have been only 15 at that time, and was not 'discovered'
until 1949. And speaking of truth, do your really think Tony is
that crazy in love with his wife? LTBC wasn't buying it.
She was looking over his shoulder when he wrote those effusions, or he
was waiting for lunch.
The Club commented on the numerous typos in the book - skiped for skipped ? twice in one paragraph? - which seemed to increase as the book progressed. Vern shared an unauthorized biography of Hillerman, published in 1994 with professional, well-posed photos but completely without Tony's cooperation as to interviews - and with insight gained through his books, writings, talks, interviews, colleagues. The judgments of the Club were varied, and ranged from A to Jade. Median was a solid B. Keith: <rhyming review> This Bio Gets No Tony Mike: I was disturbed by Rob's offer to award an A as a memoir - Angela's Ashes was an A-memoir, and Nabokov's autobiography contains some killer writing. Not this. Perhaps the best writing in the book was the Journal article by Tony's daughter Anne. I felt what Vern's review indicated: cynicism, egotism, emotionless. I've never been captured by Hillerman's novels but I think this book is worth reading, especially if you've read any of his novels. Grade: solid B Tom: The cynicism was balanced by optimism; the egotism was balanced by a deprecating sense of humor. Here is a man who was successful at everything he did (except writing novels). He was a good soldier, a good journalist, a good husband and father. I was impressed by his adopting five children. I consider his novels formulaic, and the least impressive part of this book was when he wrote of his novels. B+ Ron: Some parts of the book were A, some were B. I consider Hillerman a good, not great novelist. I've read about four of his books and my interest flagged. I was impressed with how much an author must remember; I liked his analogy of the bag lady with the shopping cart, going through life, throwing things in because they may be useful some day - but how much memory does it take to recall all those things! I think people read him who want to learn more about the Southwest. I've taught at UNM, and I enjoyed reading about his UNM Prof politics, and about Santa Fe. Good read! grade: B+ Gary: The title was appropriate. I've read several of Hillerman's novels - and only here was I disappointed! I've read about 2/3, intend to finish (large print, so I have to turn more pages). His own story was not woven like his novels, which are good airplane books. I was really bored with his childhood in Oklahoma - come on, get on with it! The war stories were better, I like war stories. But this was sloppy writing, not his best. Grade: C+ Ben: Anyone who writes an autobiography has to be egotistical - but I'll admit, I hear better war stories at the VA Clinic. A memoir is not all true, but how he perceived his life. I didn't mind his childhood, thought that was interesting. But the book seemed to peter out at the end. Grade: solid B. Charlie: I was always interested in Tony Hillerman since we moved here in 1973, about the time that his books first started coming out. I learned a lot about the Southwest from them, and I always had two questions: 1] How did he learn so much about the Navaho people? ... and 2] He only became very successful late in life - why? This book answered both of those questions. It also helped me understand a family member better, an Uncle who was a paraplegic from WWII. Given Tony's success, I was impressed with him, that he adopted all those kids. As a book, I wouldn't grade it that high, not that great. From what I learned about Tony, though: Grade A Vern: If grading his life: A; if grading him as a novelist: B or C. If only looking at this book: B or C. It seems hurried at the end, not proof-read. As a country boy, I enjoyed his depictions about growing up in Oklahoma. And his definition of a good journalist as one who is efficient in gathering and prioritizing and writing all in one day. Interesting war stories and about journalism. He could have shown more ego, but he 'fesses up in the war: confused and scared. Reviewers categorized him as part of Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation. Grade: B |
Vern -- Sorry I won't be at the meeting --
my shortest drive.
I listened to SD on CD about a year
ago and really enjoyed it. Great memoir. Be interesting to
see how all the military types in the group respond to Hillerman's
observations on things military.
Any way, I give it an A as a memoir.
Rob
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Greater
love hath no man, that he give up his Monday Night Football
for the Bookclub. |
The bullpen for the LTBC
gathered on the back porch to discuss baseball, urban legends, and the
chronology of Little Black Sambo. We learned that Stephen King
was born in 1947, has the horror writer Lovecraft for his hero, and
claimed he was so heavily on cocaine and alcohol while writing Cujo
(one of his more aclaimed works), that he remembers not a word of it.
King worked in many jobs, to include as a janitor and as a
laborer in a knitting mill. While the Book Club discussed Tom
Gordon, the real Tom Gordon was closing a
game for his new team, the Chicago White Sox, being broadcast on
someone else's Walkman. Keith claimed he chose this book for seven reasons, some of which are that he felt the Club needed a light read after Ulysses; the page numbers were about right; in honor of Tom Genoni's streak and his love of baseball (although Ben is the real Red Sox fan); and that he himself experienced the extreme discomfort and fear when actually lost in the woods (for about 5 hours, in a Scout camp environment, at age 15). Keith asked if any of his colleagues had experience a similar horror real-life experience. "I've been lost in the Mall" sez Tom, and we were off . Ron pointed out that this was the fairy tale of L'il Red Riding Hood; the little girl lost in the woods, and at the end the hunter appears and shoots the beast to save the little girl. Ron actually felt the book was Nabokov-like - but it was repetitive. Ron was excited during the first half of the book, but felt it didn't carry on through. No one felt this was really a horror book, but it kept giving false signals that it may develop into that. Tom felt the scariest part was that maybe Strawberry would drive in two runs and win the game for the Yankees. |
Keith: {see review on Poet Laureate page).
Summary: B- book. Tom: "My heart wants to give this book an A; I read it in one day, about 4-5 hours. I enjoyed beginning the book as baseball season is starting to wane. I thought King did the baseball sequences excellently. The baseball connection between the father and the girl rang true; he wove it in well. It made me sad that I never made Carla into a baseball fan. Strong A- ... oh, what the heck, give it an A ! Don: I started being concerned, there were too many 'set' items. I became emotionally involved, empathized with the little girl. The book kept my interest - except while she was slogging through the mud - and then came the bear and the hunter, who knew she was the missing girl - which has the book go to a strong B. Charlie: I'll be negative and brief: too many words - this should have been a long short story or a short novella. I expected a Post Script at the end to resolve the family issues. C+ Ben: This was the first Stephen King I've ever read. I loved the way he framed it (with the baseball innings, top and bottom halves). That moved it along well (except the swamp). B+ Gary: I like baseball and hiking (liked our "A Walk in the Woods" book). The baseball portions were woven in well - I dreaded this book, I don't like horror stories. Thus I was relieved towards the end of the book that the author would let the little girl live. It took the radio idea to create dialogue. B- Mike: Where does he get his material? Little Black Sambo? Come on, how many kids in the 90's ever got to hear that story, or even see the book - it was banned as politically incorrect way back in the 60's and disappeared. Stepehen King and LTBC members know that story, not a girl born around 1990. And do you really think a 9-year old girl would use the 'effword' that freely? The author boxed himself in as soon as he had Trisha wander off by herself. He either had to kill her off, or let her live - and once I saw the chapters start "First Inning" I knew I was in for a long "let's let her live" story. The baseball sequences were well done, but when I got to the end, and a hunter appears out of nowhere to shoot the beast? give me a break! That hunter action moved the book from a C to a D for me - but then King recovered with the hospital scene in which Trisha is signaling the save to her father. A long, long muddling through to build to and get that save. Should have brought in the reader in for just the ninth inning and the post-game summary, like a true closer, that would have been at least a B+ short story. But this was a C book. Ron: Not being a baseball fan... I think he was writing for sports fans. My attention level was growing, then got bogged down for too long in the woods. It was like he was seeing how long he could write. The baseball game/Walkman was a clever device. I would recommend this book to someone who wanted a short read. Perhaps a teenage girl - C+ (enjoyed reading it, but hesitant to recommend it to someone else.) |
We gathered at the extreme end of Montclaire to welcome the newly
arrived Jack Ferrell and to bid a most fond farewell to the departing
Gary Ganong. Most fitting transition ceremony, as Jack is the
latest recruit introduced by our Chief Recruiter, who brought so many
of us into the LTBC, and now departs to see if he can alter the
intellectual terrain of
the Sacramento Valley with 1500 lbs of books and a strong sense
of what a book club can aspire to become. This ain't your
California book lecture series. And this ain't your father's love story. Nor was it steeped in magical realism, which the more senior members remembered with trepidation from GGM's One Hundred Years of Solitude. This book was about aging and fantasy, obsession and decay - but not about love. Granted, some lust, some loneliness. 622 long term relationships - well, perhaps there was a nodding consent to magical realism. Wonderful ending, with the couple sailing forever up and down the river with the cholera flag flying. We discussed baseball in Florida, La Violencia in Columbia, decay in aging. Fifty years, nine months, and four days? Hell, some of the stalwart men of the Last Thursday Book Club have had underwear for longer relationships than that. The consensus was that of all the characters in the book, the one we would most like to invite over for dinner was the Parrot ... perhaps he'd be a little stringy, but considerable white meat on that over-educated avian. Most useful in understanding the writing of GGM was the host's research showing the author's influence by Kafka and by his grandmother in Columbia, a wonderful story teller who would relate tales of imagination and fantasy delivered in a calm, steady voice as if all of these magical adventures were but ordinary events. |
Errata:
Tom Genoni receives credit for discovering what must be a flaw in
the otherwise beautiful job of translation from the Spanish by Edith
Grossman. On page 13, when Dr. Urbino is led by the posthumous letter of
Jeremiah de Saint-Amour to pay a confidential visit to the
unnumbered house of the lady friend , the words are: "This is your house, Doctor," she said. "I did not expect you so soon." He has seldom visited this old slave quarters part of town, so why would this be the Doctor's house? As Tom points out, the translator here apparently faltered on a common Spanish idiom, "Mi casa es su casa." The translated passage almost certainly should read, "You are most welcome, Doctor," she said. "I did not expect you so soon." |
Gary:
I didn't really like the book at first,
looked for any excuse not to read more. I found
many examples of where the magical realism was too much for me to
accept, such as Euclides keeping sharks away by waving his hands.
Best of the book was the ending, spending time with Fermina,
in their old age. More redeeming time for both. This
book was hard to grade overall. It started as a C, ended as an A,
overall was a B+. Tom: I liked the book. I started with a bias against the author from One Hundred Years of Solitude, although I couldn't remember enough about that book. I found the writing in this book uniform in quality, lyrical - began strong and ended strong. Seemed like a long book - I didn't need all the love life (lust) adventures of Florentino Ariza in the middle. I'd give it an A. Ben: I agree with Tom. But I didn't mind the love life adventures. A. (3-1, Marlins, bottom of 3rd). Charlie: B+. The middle was interminable, meandering. The author writes extremely well. I really liked his looking at aging, as I start entering that phase of life. Good! Keith: I had two problems with this book. The beginning and the end. They were too far apart. The book was in three sections. The first 100 pages was for fun. The middle was foreskin - of no value, other than prurient interest - nothing but filling pulp, salacious. The last section was foreplay - some of the best I ever read - finally requitted love. Note that today Florentino Ariza would be considered a stalker, put in the pokey. But he achieved his life long goal, in a Golden Pond environment. B. Mike: I dreaded starting this book, as I too remembered how One Hundred Years of Solitude did not sit well with the erudite members of this Club. Once I got into it, I loved this book. The author had a great sense of humor. I really loved the parrot - but I couldn't believe that Dr. Urbino actually died from his fall off the ladder - a shock to me equivalent to Janet Leigh being killed off in the first reel of Psycho. (As recommended by the Club members, I will read the last chapter of the book.) Grade: B Jack: I read this book about eight years ago, after it was given to me by my son. I was taken in by the use of language, symbolism. I view most of the book as allegory. I'm a Kafka fan, and I would give this book an A. Ron: This is the type of book where you go where the author takes you. He brought in anecdotes well - overall it was not a novel so much as a collection of anecdotes. Two passages that stay in my mind: The balloon ride over the forest, the forts, Indians, an allegorical view of the land. The other passage was the river. Like today, we could see it being destroyed, no woods, the manatees gone, yet the river boat just keeps going up and down the river, the lives of people keep going. The book had cholera but no love in it. Good passages, but I had the expectation of a story, not just anecdotes. On the whole: A-. |
Two medico princes and half a dozen erstwhile Arabellas evanesced from
their homes to go to Eastmountains, where they
entered the portal of Ventana del Sol. The host, an extrinsic
fellow, outlined the delights of teaching two hours
per day in Auckland and entertaining local Iraq War political comments
ranging from "Good on ya" to "Your President's crazy!"
In a doomed effort to emulate the more classy Literary Society of San Diego, the LTBC attempted to intellectually discuss the cover of Atonement - however, a fist fight broke out, and the Club was forced to retreat to more familiar ground. But before we love, we must cogitate! Rob revealed that his soul-mate literary critic is Jonathan Yardley of the Washington Post. Thus the selection of this book, which was Yardley's top pick for 2002. In a Random House interview, Yardley all but categorizes Atonement as a masterpiece, a beautiful job of capturing state of mind and stream of thought. Tom pointed out that Part 1 of the book covered exactly one half of the book - 175 pages. Jack added that he was captivated with the author breaking Part 1 into Chapters - each with a different point of reference, a different narration style/viewpoint, culminating with Chapter 11 being an omniscient view of the climatic (a bad spell of whether - whether or not the twins or Paul assaulted Lola) dinner party and announcements. However, Part 2 had no chapters at all - it had breaks in the writing, but was not divided into chapters. Why, asked Charlie, why would the author write such different books within a book? Why, indeed. And what about on bottom of page 310, where "She ordered tea, and three pieces of toast and margarine..." - this is 1940! Margarine didn't exist that early in the war! {at this point the host left the room, and when he returned, announced, "Oleomargarine was invented in 1869." Dang!} See "The Sordid History of Margarine" (which also includes comparison with butter). [Only four LTBC members had experienced crushing the color capsule within the plastic packet and kneading the yellow dye into the pale white margarine, circa 1947. The dairy industry was able to have laws passed that prevented manufacturers from coloring the margarine. (The natural color of margarine is white). Not until 1967 did Wisconsin repeal their margarine color laws! ] OK, forget the margarine. What reviews were provided by the members? |
Don:
I enjoyed the book very much - one of the few books we've read
recently which I consider in the
A category. For the first part of the book, however, I thought it
was Jane Austen - but I was impressed with how he handled the material,
how he wrote it, the things he did to control the reader. A- |
Tom:
I also gave it an A-. The last half blew me away
- the second half made up for the first half - and the epilogue where
he brought it all together was beautifully crafted. |
Mike:
This was not a masterpiece. This is a flawed
work, where the author tried too hard to manipulate the reader, force
pieces to flow together. McEwen couldn't decide if he wanted to
emulate James Joyce or Virginia Woolf - he seemed to do both. The
plot contrivances were distracting and ill-conceived, e.g.:
Robbie typing out drafts of the apology letter to Cecelia,
longhand writing the 'real' one, and then putting the wrong one in the
envelope and sealing it? Come on! And if that weren't
enough, giving the envelope to Briony on the bridge, and as soon
as she ran off, realizing the mistake? [but several
Club members, perhaps in their dotage, claimed such mishandling was not
inconceivable, and in fact this event seemed very realistic.] One of the excellent pieces of the writing for me was the description of Emily with her migraine headache, lying so still, attuned to every noise and action in the house. Also, the Dunkirk Part was good (Robbie was 'saving,' bringing out the two little corporals following him, not unlike his saving the twins Pierrot and Jackson in Part 1), and the hospital/nurse training was well written. However, overall: C+ |
Jack:
I'd give it an A, for some of the
very reasons that Mike graded it down. The author
was manipulative, and I enjoyed being manipulated - manipulating
reality so it makes sense is the lifework of a good author. But I
also enjoyed some of the writing - an example is at
the culmination of the sex scene in the library where he says, "At last
they were strangers." Excellent! |
Ron:
First, two side bars: The author provides a short
bibliography on the history of Dunkirk - may make for interesting
reading. Secondly, the book was type set in Garamond 3. The first fourth of the book dragged - but that was setting us up with this little bucolic scene, the family coming home for the holidays, the kids putting on a little play - to shock us, first with the wording in the letter, next with the assault. The author was very creative, manipulative in a wide range of situations - Grade A- |
Ben:
The book started awfully. I liked
it better because it started so awful - I thought
it was a sad book, as Briony had only her imagination to achieve her
atonement. A |
Charlie:
This is a book I would not have finished
without the Book Club; I rationed myself 30 pages
a sitting to force myself to progress - but it turned out well.
The book was very complex, highly structured - it had a
twist at the end just like a mystery - but structured. A |
Vern:
If we are striving to become a classy book club, our reach may
exceed our grasp. I think the moral here
is if you're reading a British novel, then skip the first half. No one commented on the author's writing style. I found not a jarring phrase or thought - very fluid writing. I felt he could have made Part 1 about half the size. Dunkirk (Part 2) was the best part, and I liked his big surprise at the end, which put everything into perspective. B |
Keith:
<as phoned in, paraphrased
by host> I made the mistake of reading the first
half of the book - but the ending recovered nicely to provide it with a
B- |
Yardley:
<unable
to attend, but as represented by host> I'm inclined to think it is
a masterpiece. The book remained on my mind for several weeks.
A |
Rob:
The beginning really took me aback, after Yardley called it "the
best book of the year." It began so slow - then jolted by the C
word - then Dunkirk -
and the training by Sister Supervisor, always on the nurses, then
worried about what to do for the soldiers. McEwean says that
writing is about the author getting into minds - the
letter from the publisher to Briony really got to me - at the
end, I breezed past the true ending. Briony wrote her mea
culpa - perhaps the story is that there is no atonement. One
can never wipe the slate clean of an injustice, a sin. A- |
Unrelated Club thoughts: Tom recommends "The
Stone Reader" which is a documentary of filmmaker tracking down
author of his favorite book, "Stones of Summer." Also,
Vern highly recommends the film documentary, "Winged Migration." |
'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through Harwood, nary a reader
was happy, they griped where they stood. True: eight
erstwhile curmudgeons grumped into the hospitable home of Don
Benoist, fell upon the beautifully prepared hors d'ouevres, ripped
the Green Chile wine from Ben's holiday offering box, and
proceeded to inform Wallace Stegner how to write and when not
to show off. At least two of our stalwart readers recognized the
phrase agenbit of inwit (remorse of conscience) when
Stegner used it in his introduction. We learned this phrase
during our study of Jame
Joyce's Ulysses. The Theme (or an alternate title for the book) could perhaps be captured as "Deception in the Name of Love." Ron states that we have in All the Little Live Things a modern day recounting of the Garden of Eden, with the couple in Paradise, into which was introduced first the snake (Peck-Callaban), and then illness/knowledge (Marian - cancer). Heck, says Charlie, this Marian character was hardly well thought out - encouraging pregnacy in a breast-cancerous woman, thus egging on the estrogen, is like pouring gasoline on a fire. Not so, retorts CIT (curmudeon-in-training) Vern - Marian's irrational behavior made her more believable as a woman! |
Vern:
I've found that with Stegner, one must be patient - the author
will move you along eventually. For me, the two highlights of the
book were the unmailed Letter (father's relationship with Curt/Peck),
and Joe's behavior at the party - saying the wrong thing at just the
wrong time is
something I can relate to. I thought Joe's attachment to
Marian after a few months was a little stronger than justified,
but the book was powerfully descriptive. B Ben: I liked the Letter also. The Chaotic scene at the bridge was interesting, if contrived. I considered Marian not saintly, but manipulative. B Tom: This was one of the top 5 to 6 books we've read. Funny, made me think of those philosophical questions of life and death. A bit of a downer, but that's life. Joe at the party was priceless. A Keith: Saturnine; very gloomy; sex interest was implied between Joe and Marian (Tom interrupts to protest No! This was a classic (respectful if sometimes opposing) father-daughter relationship!). The book was stacatto, did not flow. What philosophy would you carry away? The book was more of a patchwork quilt; I did not see the flow among the characters; Peck was a stereotypical hippy. C+ (P.S. the book did make me go to the dictionary often: ahisna: (budhist and Hindu: to not harm any living things.) Rob: I admire Stegner and his history. I picked the first two Stegner novels that we read, but this one turned me off. I felt it was Stegner/Alston showing off. (Example: having been squirted with the garden hose, Marian states, "I feel like Keats, when he suggested eating hot chile followed by cool wine!" - come on! - who talks like that after being squirted with a hose?) I felt Stegner displayed a mechanical style, as if demonstrating the formula to his students for creative writing - put in a little tragedy, some sickness, a good dose of conflict between characters. I was disappointed - the scene at the bridge goes beyond soap opera. And the main character attempting to interfere with the personal choice of the couple regarding their decision against chemotherapy was too curmudgeon-like. C Ron: Good book - Stegner delivered a sense of detail of the environment surrounding the characters and dialogue that usually you don't find in writing - often the books' characters seem to have no sense of what is going on around them. Excellent characterization - was emotional to me to read about the cancer situation. I sensed the pessimistic evolution of the author - but he did go overboard with his literary allusions and portraying of the curmudgeon. B+ Charlie: Stegner writes well, but all those literary allusions were aggravating. His characters were one-dimensional or not well developed. He had the curmudgeon well-drawn, but had him speaking in essays, which sounded contrived. I felt manipulated with the scene with the horse on the bridge - a dark view of life, as perhaps most darkly expressed with his closing statement that you can't get off the treadmill in life, it's all treadmill. I would not recommend this book: B- Mike: The introductory chapter, really (as Ron pointed out) the concluding chapter placed first, with the couple just returned from Marian's funeral, appeared when I first read it to be A+ writing, some of the best we've experienced. I read it again after completing the book, and although all the allusions fell into place, it did not read as well to me in retrospect - perhaps I hurried it too much. The letter was an excellent description of the near-universal natural tension existing between a father and his teenage son. After a while, Peck seemed to drop out of the mix, and the book went on and on with Marian becoming sicker, although we're talking about a month, perhaps two at most. The "harmonic convergence" of all parties at the bridge was ludicrously contrived. B Don: I chose this book after spending some time looking around; it had many good reviews and is listed as one of the three top books by Stegner. I liked the characters he draws - I was not offended with the scene at the bridge. I feel that his wife is a real person as in his previous books. The characterizations were excellent, not too irrational, as that sort of activity goes on in life all the time. I was interested in his dealings with Curt, suicide, death, acceptance of cancer - then the dreary end. The book was awfully dark at the end, I would have liked for it to lighten up. B. |
Jack: (in absentia, as departed for the East Coast early Thursday morning) |
The Club participated in its traditional end-of-year Literary Awards. This year's recipients included: Mark Twain Hospitality Award went to Don for the outstanding Christmas-time meeting environment and for his recognition of the LTBC-related curmudgeon wisdom of Twain: " Often it does seem a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat." Marian Catlin Humanitarian Award (presented to the Club Member who spent the most time during the year reading in hospital waiting rooms): tie between Ron and Ben; LTBC/Mountain West Newcomer of the Year Award: tie between Charlie and Jack. Prodigal Son Award (presented to the Club Member who missed the most meetings during the year, yet managed to show up for the Awards Ceremony): tie between Rob and Vern. Best Review Delivered in Iambic Pentameter (For: "This Bio Wins No Tony") went to Keith. Finally, the coveted James Joyce Persistence Award: tie between Tom and Ben for their accomplishments with Ulysses. |
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"Girl
With A Pearl Earring" - Painting and the Movie
- see NY Times
article. |
Nine well-burnished browns, blacks, and russets converged upon the pallette of the former Harpsicord Factory
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Piet and Griet strolled up the street- Anonymous Smith |
Dear BWOCOE, Charlie, et.al, |
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The nine apostles of the Passion of the Book met in the foothills of Albuquerque, and were immediately self- This initial uinamity ended quickly once discussion of the month's selection began. Don: hmmmmm.... I couldn't get into it - Lancaster knows how to handle words - but one sentence was 239 |
What a wonderfully sick book. Good choice, Sicko! Dear Mike, Mike: |
Nine wisened yet lovable meerkats snacked incessantly on sugary algae, snuggled within the warmth of Solano |
Charlie: I have no criticism of the book. A |
<from Gary Ganong, 16 March 2004, with new
e-mail address of garyganong@starstream.net>
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Sam Spade - the original
isolated hero in a world where treachery is the norm. The
operatives of the LTBC met at the home of
Tom Flitcraft, welcomed guest Joel Nash, retired Lovelace dermatologist, as well as basked in visit and
questions by the Journal's David Steinberg, and candid
photos by photog throughout. We had three absentees: Ron B.
was in N'awlings at the Jazz Festival, and Don B., Bill N.
were also on travel.
"He went like that," Spade said, "like a fist when you open your hand."Steven Marcus (in Intro to The Continental Op) claims that the parable of Flitcraft, as told by Sam to Brigit (and left out of Huston's movie version) not only explains the world according to Spade, but also the world of Dashiell Hammett. "He felt like someone had taken the lid off life and let him see the works." We learned of Hammett's birth in Maryland in 1894, and his death from respiratory/TB complications at age 66, cared for by perhaps the true love of his life, Lillian Hellman. In between, he left school at age 14, worked many jobs, served in both World Wars, was a Pinkerton man and a socialist, and ended up being blacklisted by Joe McCarthy as a communist. When he solved a Pinkerton gold heist case too quickly and consequently missed out on a trip to Australia, he resigned. While working at odd jobs, he began to hemorrhage again. Feeling that he had little time left to live, and the one thing he wanted to do before he died was to write, he moved away from his family and began an odd an uncertain Bohemian existence. Hit his peak as a writer in 1930 with TMF. The LTBC operatives took the lid off the book and discussed who actually wrote the movie tag line, "It's the stuff that dreams are made of." .... Sam shivered a little. "Well, send her in." |
Charlie - An A, for all the reasons in the
discussion. I thought it started differently from Sherlock
Holmes (hero was more of a misogynist
rather than an intellectual). Joel: A, because such a pure example of the genre - the prototype - and having seen the movie 40 times probably influenced me. Jack: A- ... fascinated with the large array of characters - seemed sterotypical detective movie characters (like Tom, I may not have selected it if not familiar with the movie) - but fun to read. Note the chapters have titles - what does "G in the Air" mean? <recall: Brigit drew a "G" in the air to silently communicate Gutman to Cairo - but Sam picked up on this.> Rob: Enjoyed it quite a bit, but somehow expected more out of it. Tough detective that meted out justice himself. Like <Lawrence Block>, he distrusted police: "We need a fall guy." B+ Keith: <rhyming review:> "Ode to Maltese Falcon" Mike: Reading this book was like eating candy. Delicious, fun, great! Different order from Steven Marcus, as I was familiar with the movie, then read the book, then saw the movie again. But even though Hammett described Samuel Spade well in the first line of the book (tall, thin), couldn't help picturing Humphrey Bogart in the role. A- Tom: Like Rob, but not like Ben (loyalty to Sir Conan Doyle) - it didn't quite do it for me. B+ |
Ron B. on travel: My fellow readers, Bill Nelson on travel: Mike,
am sending my regrets for tomorrow night's meeting. Am leaving
for CA in the morning. The Maltese Falcon was as good as its
reputation. Give it an A
from me. Hope to see you in May. Bill Nelson
Gary Ganong in absentia - aka California: Dear Readers: |
Special Event - the nationally-recognized
Last Thursday Book Club met its public live at Page One Books in Albuquerque, hosting an
actual Club meeting on 27 May 2004 - Thursday evening, 7
pm, with dessert for our fans. Advertised
by
the write-up on Page 10 of the newsletter.
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Eight
semi-fossiled strata of LTBC members were unearthed and exposed to
their public at Page
1 Books in an enjoyable event for all parties. The profiling of the Club by Judy
Gelman and Vicki Krupp's Book Club Cookbook
facilitated the newspaper
article by David Steinberg of the ABQ Journal, an excellent
photograph, and hordes of fans (well, a small horde) who engaged the
club members in discussion of Simon Winchester's The Map That
Changed The World. Becky Wilson, Page 1's high
energy Graphics Designer, created a logo for the Club, fashioned
it into a book mark of the Top 75 selections, and served strawberries
and whipped cream (in honor of the Club's CookBook selection) to all
guests and members.
We learned that debtor's prison was not as bad as it sounds, and the
concept (to pay to
get into prison) not
as ridiculous as it sounds, if legal
bankruptcy does not exist and the government wants to establish a
foundation for credit. It was revealed that the book jacket did
not represent strata but was in fact a folded replica of the Great Map,
reduced from 6' by 9' to 20" by 28". Club members signed three copies
of the
Cookbook. Finally, the event presented the Club with two
potential new
members: Ken Gillen and Chuck Lamb. Author notes: Simon Winchester was born and educated in England, and did indeed study geology at Oxford. He worked free-lance as a writer for several employers, incuding the BBC, until he started winning awards and was able to concentrate on his books. The Club members had varied accounts as to whether or not this effort should have been a book or an article: Ben: I thought the book was good, not great. Parts of it were cumbersome, and the arguments for the map changing the world were understated. B. Joel: I thought the book was overly long for the amount of information it provided. My background includes geology, and I found the book interesting, but overall: C+ Tom: I felt Winchester overly dramatized the events in the book, and I too felt it was overly long. However, the one section that makes me want to read other work by Winchester was Chapter 11 entitled Jurassic Interlude: "...we were well beyond caring what the nuns might think... This was summer, here was the sea, and we were schoolboys - a combination of forces that even these storm troopers of the Blessed Visitation could not overwhelm." I'd like to see what a disinterested academic historian would do with the story of William Smith. B Bill N: I've known a number of geologists, but knew essentially nothing of geology. I really liked the book - I was amazed to learn several things I never knew, such as dinosaurs once lived on the little island of England. A- Charlie: The NY Times book review by Janet Maslin says "This is a story worth telling" - but the 300 page book could have been a great 100 page took. Way too wordy. B- Don: Enjoyed the book. Compare with my own family, which had some relation to geology: my father worked in the oil fields, and I always found it fascinating to see how what is underground influences the people on the surface. My grandfather started an oil well that is still going after 100 years (and providing some income to me - just about enough to pay the increase in oil prices whenever the gasoline price rises.) Grade: B Mike: A tale of moderate interest, told in a moderately interesting fashion - but with hyperbolic comments that promise much more. I thought of Steven Ambrose collecting his WWII anecdotes on 3"x5" index cards - if Winchester had made this book a collection of geologically historic anecdotes, it would have been much more entertaining, and we probably would have learned even more. His slight forays into this area were most interesting, left you wanting more: e.g., the story of Buckland the skeptic (p. 284-285) who was intent on eating his way through the animal kingdom, yet "never lost his taste" - "Gentlemen - Uxbridge!" and the question of the Nobel prize not presented for geology or mathematics - what about Nash, "The Beautiful Mind," who won a Prize for game theory? Winchester never made his case with me of the importance of Smith's work. B- Ron: Interesting story, much better than a text book on the subject. But I thought he was much better in writing Professor and the Madman. B Notes from beyond Page 1: Sorry I'm going to miss this Thursday's meeting, but want to give you my Nice article in the Journal. Thanks for sharing it. Enjoyed your meeting yesterday. Also looked at your
web page
--- exceptional!
One comment about the current book was
interesting, "[paraphrased] ... has a great many words considering
how little information it contains". The reason I remember that
comment is that it fits my reaction to almost all
non-technical books. It seems that the writer has a 10 page
story and wants to produce a 400 page book. I guess I read
too many mathematics books and I now expect all books to provide the
information with the fewest possible words.
Anyway, it was an interesting evening.
Wayne Godsey
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Nine once hormonal
fifteen-year-olds from post-war America headed north toward Santa Fe,
barely
literate enough to read the highway signs in search of the beautiful
Placitas home and the warm hospitality of Jack and Cheryl. There
we discussed many subjects, we learned many facts. We learned of the Adventurous Trip of Ben and Silent Tom to San Francisco and Sam Spade's legendary John's Grill, where today you need not bring your six bits to obtain a meal of chops and mashed potatoes, rather bring your Visa Card with at least $26.99 credit limit. And the tour of the upstairs Dashiell Hammett room adorned with Lillian Hellman's letters in praise of John's capturing Hammett's spirit? Priceless! We learned that although Cheryl hails originally from Ohio, she spent what appears to be half her life, or 14 years, in Nebraska, and returned there recently with Jack to pick some wonderful cherries, cherries which can transform into delicious pie. And so they became, to accompany the cheesecake. The Book Club Cookbook legend lives on. Eat your heart out, non-included book clubs! We learned also of Bernhard Schlink, that his dream today is to have a house on the dunes, and to walk the beach in the morning, then write into the night. We learned that he was born into this post-D-Day generation on 6 July 1944 as the son of a theology professor, and grew up in Heidelberg. That after an argument with his big brother, he wrote "The Fratricide" at age 8. That finally he secured his first professorship at age 31, became a judge at age 44 and a Professor of Law since 1992, in '93 was guest professor at Yeshiva U. in NY, and resides today in Germany. That he has written many courtroom/lawyer mystery stories; that The Reader this book was the first (and to date only) German (translated) book to hit the top of the NY Times Bestseller list - but perhaps being chosen as an Oprah Book Club selection didn't hurt its sales which constitute the metric for that lofty placement. The book was written in German in 1995, and translated into English in 1997. We learned The Reader has now been translated into a total of 25 languages, but as Jack pointed out, perhaps our version with "Kid" was not a good choice for what was originally "Jüngchen" (perhaps "Babe"? - Ben Franklin would have used, "My Dear Child." ) Liebchen is "little love" but this was Jüngchen - young love? "The next night I fell in love with her." "When an airplane's engines fail, it is not the end of the flight." We learned of the wonderful first sentences with which Schlink begins each chapter, almost a sub-book in themselves. We learned of his sparsity of language, of capturing much with few descriptive passages, Hemingwayesque, as Charlie Palmer had pointed out. How critical to the story was the "secret" that Hanna was illiterate? Jack showed us that the author provided clues along the way, especially apparent in a re-reading of the book. Early on, when the narrator was surprised that Hanna did not know his name either, although it was clearly printed on his school books. Again, on p. 42: "No, I like your voice" in response to "- read it yourself." And it was made quite clear to the reader (lower case = us) when "Kid" Michael left a note for Hanna in the hotel room, which "disappeared" and was replaced with Hanna's anger for "deserting" her. The Club discussed the dilemma for the young post-war generation in Germany - how could they atone for the sins of their fathers, their neighbors, their truck drivers? The story provided some insight into this problem - even though Ron declared the narrator to be a "moral wimp." Other opinions offered: |
Joel:
A- After I read it, I'm
still thinking about it. Mike: One thing I liked was the short chapters - kept the story and the reader moving along. I felt it was a plot contrivance to have the narrator just happen to be in a class where the professor asked the students to attend a trial, and there was his old lover, Hanna. Would have been more believable if he had read about the trial, seen Hanna listed as a defendant, and then attended it. I felt there was very little description in the book, very little "great writing" - which makes you think about the translation, how it reads in German with Jüngchen - however, I appreciate the book more now that Jack has pointed out features like the memorable first lines of each chapter. Nevertheless, I award it what I came convinced with: B+ Bill: A good read - the last chapter was a shocker! Simple and fast equates to A- Ron: Enjoyed the book: one thumbs up, as I recommend it. I emjoyed the simple read, but wouldn't want every book like this. I didn't have sympathy for the main character, who was wishy-washy morally. I hadn't thought about the moral dilemma of this generation. A- Keith: Alas: Too Germanic! no emotion, no humor! contrived; robots going through statistical events. Born without personality, he betrayed Hanna; left her twisting in the wind - but unforgettable! B Tom: It was Germanic: dark, brooding. It reminded me of The Assault - I learned much from our discussion. Tjhe story elements kept me interested. Introspection: do we condemn our parents? - I don't know how we would deal with the Holocaust. B+ Ben: I liked the terse writing. Here were two flawed people: Her flaw was pride which made her live in shame. His was lack of backbone. Reminded me of any modern marriage! Too much of a downer - suicidal! B+ Ken: Enjoyed it more the 2nd time than the 1st - I didn't expect to enjoy it the second time. The story was predictable,but dealt with in a refreshing way. I had much sympathy for Michael at the beginning, which lessened as the story went on. I had little sympathy for Hanna at the beginning,which increased as the story went on, and made me sorry when she committed suicide. A- Jack: I liked it for the reasons that some of you didn't: It was Germanic! I have spent time in Germany, and seeing the generation wrestle with their history. Yes, it was contrived, but all of life, all of fiction is. I liked the way he used contrasts: order/chaos; longing/shame; dependance/independance; and in the end, liberation/death. In recogniton of those themes, I applaud the author. I give it an A. |
Mike,______________________ I meant to respond earlier and with my profundity, but I see the LT is upon me.____________________ Dear Mike and Jack, Dear Mike and other members |
While
today's DNC caucused in Boston, the thirteen (some original) colonists
congressed at the home of Don Benoist, where they partook of
political skewering and praising of a true founding father and
grandfather. Walter Isaacson (b. May 20,1952) tells us
there are Franklin-lovers and Franklin-haters, and we learned from
some of both. We learned that Franklin retired at age 42, on page
137 at exactly the half-way point of his life, all on a 2-year
education. We also learned that Isaacson himself squandered a
good Pembroke College/ Oxford (1976) education by accepting employment
by both Time and CNN. His journalistic style was both
appreciated and deplored. Something for everyone. Would it
have hurt to have some poetic language ... and a few metrics? How many
letters did Franklin
write - half as many as Jefferson is famous for, or twice as many?
Should there not have been more humor? That bit about BF
"almost" coming up with the size/concept of a molecule, that was a
joke, right? Did Franklin (or Mmse. Brillon) invent the
lap-dance? |
Should
a biography stick purely to the subject, or should it provide the
reader with descriptions of the envionment, give the context in which
the subject operates? Isaacson gave us a few teasers, reminding
us that at this time, London was the 2nd largest city in the world, yet
with population less than 1 million. Philadelphia had 7,000
people when BF arrived in 1723, although it was growing at 20% per
year. And on the cover of 18th Century's People Magazine?
Men like Franklin, Lafayette, John Paul Jones – there were no
professional athletic teams, no rappers, few actors, no rock
stars! No NASCAR! However, our own Ben reminds us that
there were some leisure activities in the late 18th Century:In addition to fornication and such, there were spectator sportsMen of note were often representative of the Enlightenment, they were true Renaissance men. One could hang a thermometer over the side of the cruise ship and discover the Gulf Stream. What a era of opportunity! The world was indeed a wonderful oyster for humans to open – the vast unexplored continents of North America, Africa, Australia. Letter writing was an accomplished art – consider BF and Jefferson. BF enjoyed his experiments with electricity, but it had not been twisted into the extreme perversions – there were no e-lectric chairs, no e-mail, no E-Bay, no TIVO. The entire 17th century was pre-train, so horseback still represented the standard for speed of travel and communications in general. For Philosophy, we had Voltaire. For music, we had Mozart (not mentioned in the book, but as we learned with previous LTBC selection, born: Salzburg, 1756, died prior to end of century), followed closely by Bach and Beethoven. BF met and interacted with the author of The Marriage of Figaro. In the military, men could still be national heros, they weren’t trying for that 3rd Purple Heart and a trip home - raw animal courage could make a differerence – consider John Paul Jones, and before the century was out, by the time of the rise of Napoleon, Horatio Nelson. Life was far from perfect – it still included terror and terrorism, in the forms of Indians and anti-Indians, superstitions and unfounded fears, slaves and anti-slaves. ... so ... what did you think of the book? |
Ben:
a readable history, an interesting character. I liked BF, I
liked the book. A
Ken: I enjoyed the book and learned quite a bit. I particularly liked the 17 page "Conclusions" section that showed how views of Franklin’s accomplishments shifted back and forth with time over the past 200 years. Franklin clearly enjoyed his press clippings and celebrity, ironic considering one of his famous quotes that said "People who are wrapped up in themselves make small packages." I found it interesting that Isaacson seemed to belittle John Adam’s diplomatic contributions in France compared to Franklin’s. However, according to David McCullough in his recent book on John Adams (p. 267), Adam’s advised the French that "nothing would so guarantee a "speedy conclusion" to the war as a powerful French fleet in American waters." The sensational American victory at Yorktown occurred when the French eventually followed Adam’s advice. Overall, I enjoyed McCullough’s book on Adams somewhat better than Isaacson’s book on Franklin (By the way, tourism went way up in the John Adams area of Mass. after McCullough's book became a best seller). A- Gary: I did not like the beginning, but found that it laid the foundation for the last half of the book. Note: The "Conference House" referred to in the book, on Staten Island, is only three miles from where I grew up. A-Tom: I liked the writing, and learned a lot. Isaacson says the world is divided into Franklin-lovers and Franklin-haters. I'm a hater. The man was personally not that appealing to me; I didn't care for his social philosophy. What was he doing flirting with those little girls, for Lolita's sake? Don't ever compare this man's genius to that of Isaac Newton - Newton invented the Calculus, for Leibnitz' sake! To use a baseball analogy, Franklin was a lifetime .300 hitter who never would have made it into the Hall of Fame on the first ballot. B+ Mike: Isaacson’s rendition is somewhere in between a scholarly work and a folksy story-telling of the life of BF. Perhaps the best description of BF was by his 14 yr old grandson Benny: "Very different from other old persons, for they are fretful and complaining and dissatisfied, and my grandpapa is laughing and cheerful like a young person." It took me a while to realize that his yearly sections were not necessarily unique – some of them overlapped the years – and the sub-titles within the chapters I liked, but I often felt that the book was a modern chugging version of BF’s life – start and stop, back and fill – rather than a smooth path pressing toward clear pragmatic goals, which BF must have felt he was living. Franklin gets an A A RP, Isaacson gets a B. Rob: The book exceeded my expectations - today you might hear quoted Jefferson or Adams, but seldom Franklin. But I came away impressed with the man. He was negotiating serious policy with France and England while he was flirting with the ladies - the man was excellent at multi-tasking. I think he would have been a first-time ballot winner for Hall of Fame Scientist, Politician, Statesman. The way Isaacson's book was chunked allowed me to read a little, sleep, read some more. A- Keith: 500 pages exceeded my capacity, so I read another BF biography (by Edmund S. Morgan, c. 2003). There are different types of genius, and Franklin was broad, not deep. Genius comes in many forms. His life was a dazzling dichotomy - he spent 1/3 of his life overseas, yet he is considered the prototypical American. The dichotomy was from hubris to humility; from myopia to visionary. B Chuck: I did read the book. I found Franklin to be a very complex character. He was 84 years old at the end of his life, and he had changed his personality several times by then. In many places, Isaacson's work was superficial. B Charlie: I would give BF an A, and the book a B+ for many of the reasons previously stated. The facts were there, the author was uncritical of Franklin's foibles. He didn't point out Franklin's problems, he remained distant. Bill: I really liked the Autobiography - as you might suppose, there he doesn't say much bad about himself. He was my hero - may not have been telling all the truth, but he made me appreciate his cleverness. Part 1 (of Isaacson's book) was the Autobiography. If I knew I could give a grade without reading the book, I would have stayed with that. The last part was good! But not finding my hero in the book, I have to give it a C. Jack: I read the Autobiography 40 years ago - so this was a good way to learn more, perhaps the truth, about Franklin. He was not particularly a likeable character, but a fascinating one. A- Joel: Fascinating. My previous knowledge of Franklin turned out to be very limited. BF was an amateur scientist, like the section in Scientific American, where home-brew experiments are described. He didn't know, he hoped he was making progress. The book itself was relatively superficial. A- Don: I didn't know what to expect when I started reading the book. The BF we learned about in grade school wasn't who the man was - he had much more range. He excelled in so many fields. I was very pleased to learn more about him in the book, and from everyone's discussion here tonight, with many ideas coming into play. A- |
Last
Wednesday trumps First Debate
Apparently the Liberal Media wanted to disenfranchise the Last Thursday Book Ben: Liked it, interesting story, in a country we really don't know about. It was funny, yet sad. I was let down at the end, when Little Seamstress was off to the city to see what price she could obtain for women's beauty. B+ Ken: Really enjoyed it. The humor was reminiscient of Dave Barry, especially how the author would return to humorous themes like "I again played for them Mozart is Thinking of Chairman Mao." I learned a little about the country (I recommend visiting the Gen Joe Stillwell museum in Chungking.) The book was a fable more than a novel, and a novella: a great story but too short. Overall: A- Rob: I probably should not read the dust jackets; this one said "Enchanting!" I kept waiting to be enchanted and it never happened. A thin book with a thin story. What made it a best seller? C+ Tom: Entertaining, but certainly not momentous. Read like a fairly simple fable. The climatic scenes leading to an abortion was odd - thin: B- Mike: Some real similarities to Reading Lolita in Tehran, and some real differences. In a way, the two young men were being punished for the sins of their fathers. Interesting interplay between Luo and the narrator – making the narrator hesitant, shy, the geek of the two, made for an interesting duo, and then trio with the Little Seamstress. Quite a unique approach for a book about books. Excellent start – like so many books – with the village headman discoursing over the violin. I thought this would become a theme of the book, about the backwards culture and the superstitions of the farm people. Picked it up some with the drinking of the bull’s blood, but was more a book about the age-old theme of boy meets girl, boy loses girl. The abortion search was most interesting – usually you have all these characters seducing the young women, and no one gets diseases, or gets pregnant. Here, it happened – and it was very clever plot twist to trade a book or two for the abortion. But strangely, it made you applaud abortion as the only way for the Little Seamstress to survive her culture. B- Don: Character development was not well done. Most of my concerns have been mentioned (above). I got more out of last month's look at a totalitarian regime. B- Joel: It was an entertaining book. Couldn't decide if it was a French book or a Chinese book. The engineer in me was reminded of Click and Clack reporting on Car Talk (NPR): "The French copy no one, and no one copies the French." The example is the Renault, with 3 lug nuts - won't fit on the standard tire stand. The book shows well how the culture has not changed that much: naked men still pulling chunks of coal by hand, with clothes off to keep them from getting filthy; and people boiling clothes for relief from a lice infestation. Fun, but less profound. B Bill: Randi and I really enjoyed listening to it - humorous, fun to listen to and a quick read. I'll admit I was a little shocked when I saw how small/short a book it was in the hard copy form. The book opened my eyes to the Cultural Revolution. I will give a lesser grade to reading (A-) than to listening (A). Note: The Club determined that a quorum would not be available for Pagosa Springs weekend of 16 Oct, and will request that Keith consider hosting at home on following Thursday (22 Oct). From the missing members: |
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Kerry
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Joel:
With
apologies to Burkingetti - this book was a "Devil's Island of the
Mind" (allusion to Ferlinghetti's "A Coney Island of
the Mind,"
a seminal work of the hipster/beatnik era). An unpleasant book.
I would rate it a B-
but I would re-rate after I re-read. My impression now is
unsatisfying, too surreal. Rob: My standard for the surreal is Bluefeather Fellini. This book never made me stop and ponder the deeper meaning - and I did not want to dig it out. As a book, I didn't enjoy reading it a lot. B- Ben: I kind of liked it - more like a dream - involving family he didn't like, a mother he didn't know, a wife he didn't trust. I liked it: A- Tom: As an unabashed Nabokov groupie, this book struck a chord in me - but I like all of his books. I felt like I was going in and out of his dreams - when I finished the book, I wanted to read it again. A Ron B: I couldn't really get into it, too surreal for me - didn't want to get too much into it. A period piece, art, but not my cup of tea - as a work as a whole, not that interesting. C Ken: I'm a Nabokov virgin - I didn't know what to expect - but I would read something and kept going back, at times realizing something was beautifully written - "This is incredible!" - makes me want to read it again, and read what apparently is a classic for the Club, Lolita. B+ Mike: While reading the book, I thought of Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner series, also quite surrealistic and dream-like, sometimes comical, and wondered if the series was inspired by this book. I really liked the humor in the book - the chess game where M'sieur Pierre is doing both the color commentary and the play by play is hilarious, like playing chess with one of your mouthy lawyer-like kids. The irony of thinking someone is tunneling to save C., and it turns out to be the only other inmate with the director - that was great. Having said that: overall, the book was not compelling for me, and I had trouble keeping up with the surreallism, of C-1 and C-2. B Charlie: I give it a B, as the average of what I really thought of the book, and what I heard/appreciated from the discussion tonight. An excellent example of the value of our Club: I would not have read the book if not an LTBC selection, and I would not have appreciated it without our discussion. A much better book then I can appreciate. Keith: I am unabashedly, irrationally mesmerized by Nabokov - a word genius. Every word is poetry , and like the notes in Mozart's music, not one word would I change. A |
Note:
the question was raised during the meeting as to whether the
translator, Dimitri Nabokov, lives on. Vladimir married Vera in
1925 and they had one child, Dimitri. Most intriguing is this
e-mail message from Dimitri, praising Azar Nafisi's view of Lolita, which we read in our August selection. So as of last year,
Dimitri still lives, where his parents died, in Montreaux, Switzerland.<from our inactive reserve, 23 Oct 2004>: Dear Mike, |
Eight
dirty dogs sniffed their way into
the beautiful White Oaks home of Host Ken. They came disheartened
and
reeking of turpitude but not yet in despair. With South African Soetkoekies awaiting the outcome,
the soulless members "usurped upon a living thought that never more
could be." We learned that South Africa is the number three murder capital of the world, behind Columbia (#1) and Swaziland (#2), the latter sharing a bloody border with #3. We learned that chasing car-jackers in Capetown is a two-person affair, with one as driver and one manning the machine gun. We heard that 7000 South Africans applied for amnesty after Nelson Mandela ascended into leadership, yet according to the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, only 125 were granted. We felt much from this book by JM Coetzee, many themes, to include the redistribution of wealth, the battle for control by Arrogance and Eros, the question of whether apparent choices are actual choices, the deadening power of inertia. It evoked the helplessness of a Kafka (1883-1924, died of pneumonia) novel and evoked strong feelings from the members. |
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Jack:
This book is hard to classify - a very powerful story - and very
disturbing. It dealt with human relationships, yet the conclusion
you come to is, "There is no higher life - this is the life and we live
it with and like the animals." Yet I really enjoyed reading it.
As one approaching/past middle age, I give it an A. Coetzee may have been born in
Capetown, educated in Texas, and live in Australia, but he is a German
cynic at heart. Joel: Fascinating, but somewhat repelling - David violated the taboo between teachers and students - disturbing but fascinating. A- (my wife would not recommend this book to her club - found it horrid.) Don: I'm afraid I just don't go with the rest of the crew. The book was thought provoking, so absorbing of everything. I think our lives ought to be different, this is not the way to look at life or let life treat us. Most of these characters had chances to improve their lives - but wouldn't do it. Couldn't do it? Baloney! I admire the man's ability to capture this story, but my heart goes down to the ground - goes down to the daughter, as she talks her father into staying out of her life. Too disturbing, not a valid piece of literature. B- or C+ ? C+ Tom: I think it was uplifting. I watched my sports team (the San Francisco Bushbucks) go down, and this book cheered me right up. It contained two stories: of South Africa, but also of mid-life crisis. Coetzee's writing, sentences were terse - different sentence structure than other writers - not so overly mechanical. A- Mike: D is for Disgrace. D is for David and his daughter - for the dogs and the dying, and for the dying dogs. D is for despair, disheartening, desperation. D is for Desiree and desire. D may be indeed be a theme, but it is not a grade for this book. This is a book I will remember for some time. It taught me, it angered me, it frustrated me. Why did David go back and visit Melanie's parents? Did that make any sense? (It did make sense that he would surreptiously watch Melanie in the play). David, David, why didst thou forsake the little dog, which, like Lord Byron had a club-foot, perhaps the only sentient being that enjoyed your opera? B+ or A- ? A- Ben: Dismal story, with redemption at the end. David found a humbling purpose to his life: clean up dogs. A- Ron B: Well written book by a good author, but I would not want to read another of his books ! Irony: easy reading, but not a simple book. I didn't understand the motivation of his daughter. David did have concern for his daughter. Her calling him "David" may have implied some difficult childhood issues. They still have issues - he could stay, but ... Not an uplifting book, but dealt with David's spiral down - he did get compassion for animals. I'd give it an A: well crafted, well written - hooks together all the themes of the book. Keith: David was an aging Lothario, of waning magnetism. Short poem by Byron may be the lynchpin:
There was a strong ying and yang of David and his daughter: David was very rigid in his beliefs, his daughter was infinitely malleable, she would roll with the punches. Well written book, actual poetry in some cases. B Ken: after reading Nabokov and Coetzee, I agree, both are well written. I enjoyed the book, so much action, so much happening. I had the feeling of the 52 year old: approaching the end of his career, he would never finish the opera. Pipe dream, like my own pipe dreams, things I won't get gone. I didn't like his visiting Isaacs. A- Keith: There are two kinds of great novels - those that envelop you in warmth, comfort, a place you want to be, and those that create an uncomfortable place that you know you don't want to be in. Disgrace was the latter. |
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LTBC Write-in Reviews: Please mark me traveling for Nov (Las Vegas) and Dec (Grand
Canyon).
Disgrace was a shocking book, but one that was hard
to put
down. In short, Disgrace = dismay, dishonor, disheartening - two
generations of disfunctionals in a disintegrating society. B+
Looking forward to attending your retirement party.
Thanks for the invitation.
Have a good Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Bill Nelson
Dear Readers: |
In the name of God the merciful, the loving-kind. We were nine in Wejh. And |
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Joel:
Fascinating book, slow to read. If I mapped battles, I
could recreate the campaign. I would rate as an A. This is a significant book, if someone annoying. Ron B.: I was annoyed right from the beginning. Preface by "T.E. Shaw" - who? Gave a list of all the chapters, which is good, but "Seven Pillars" as title, because he once wrote a book called "Seven Pillars" and liked the title? I had the feeling that Lawrence was bi-polar, or on too much cafeine. He writes what he wants. A signifi- cant book, not history so much as how the events strung together. Interesting, but was I learning anything or wasting my time? As a read (not historically) I give it a B. Ken: Very mixed emotions- I found the first 50 pages or so very tedious and would have stopped reading except for my LTBC responsibilities. Good decision since the book began to become more interesting. It was hard to keep track of the characters and places since the new and mostly strange names kept pouring out page after page. The continuing detailed descriptions on the flora, fauna and landscape traversed in Lawrence’s journeys became so boring that I started to skip over many such paragraphs after the first 100 pages. These omissions made the pages go by quicker and focussed my attention on the more interesting story-line and anecdotes (e.g., "Feasting", Chapter XLVI). Lawrence’s writing style is both elegant and sometimes difficult to understand perhaps due to differences between "British English" and "American English" or perhaps due to my failure to master either. With this ongoing handicap, I clearly look forward to the next LTBC selection (Beowulf). Grade: B Keith: Not a book for the common man. A vomitorium of places - and I'm looking for decimal places. I learned a word: midden (refuse pile). I'm giving it a C just to get some dessert. The book is a classic but not for me.Ben: I liked it better as I got into it - very British - Ken, you had trouble with all the people, but I had trouble with all the Wadis. The writing was very good, the descriptions of sickness were well done. A- Jack: I fall somewhere in between Joel and Keith - a couple of insightful passages, but overall I found it very difficult, and I found it annoying. C+ Charlie: Very difficult to read, wasn't fun. It is an important book but I would not recommend it. But I'm glad I read it once. B Tom: I finished the entire book, but did a disservice by pushing through the last half. I did find some of the sentence construction difficult, but going back over it found it elegant. Going back through it, I found interesting discussions of people. The battles worked to advance the storyline. The guy is brilliant, the writing is beautiful. The book could really improve from an editor's touch - today an editor would cut out one third. B Rob: Just like Magister Ludi, I was captivated by this book. Provided insight into the British and Semite religous cultures. I floated over some of it. Lowell Thomas helped to publicize Lawrence. I checked out and watched the '62 movie last week, and I liked the book more - O'Toole gave Lawrence a dazed, confused look in the movie - the 'real' Lawrence was much more interesting. One example: the way he described the beating in Naraa. A Mike: When Malachy McCourt complained that he did not remember being anywhere as poor as described in Angela's Ashes, Frank responded that the book was a memoir, not a history. Same is true of Seven Pillars, as Lawrence reminds us many times. This is a wonderful book, beautiful writing, humorous and clever anecdotes from a brilliant linguist and leader. I read this book 40 years ago, and never forgot its impact. I don't give an "A" lightly, and this is an A book. |
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Dear Readers,
Closing remarks from David Fromkin: As a citizen of the twentieth century, Lawrence valued history little and entertainment a great deal. Fiction is stranger than truth, and T. E. found it more fun: due to him, there are those who believe that Damascus was liberated in 1918 by a band of Arabs led by someone who looked like Peter O’Toole. It is as a voice of our time that he is certain to be heard. As other men lust for power or wealth or women, he craved to be noticed and to be remembered—and he was and he is, and he will be.Here endeth the reviews of April 2003 - December 2004. Proceed on to Reviews of 2005. |
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