Book: The Help
Author: Kathryn Stockett
Like/Don't Like: Liked (ish)
This is one of those books that I probably wouldn't have gotten around to reading. I do this with books that are everywhere. And this book is everywhere. I see it and think, I'll get around to it eventually - when it's in paperback, but then never do because I get annoyed with seeing its cover in every display and that puts a bad connotation in my head and suddenly I have convinced myself that it's a horrible book and I'd be so dumb to waste my time on it. I wasn't too that point with this book but it was inevitable.
But I did a preemptive strike and saved myself the trouble of hating it without reading it and just read Bronwyn's copy. And I liked it, mostly.
It's set in Jackson, Miss. in the 1960s so obviously it's about racism and civil rights and all those things. When I read about that time period I start feeling really punchy. I have a hard time with people being dumb. And I can't think of anything dumber than saying a person of a different color has to use a different drinking fountain because they have germs. It makes me cringe. It follows the stories of 3 women - two black maids, Aibileen and Minny, and one white woman, Miss Skeeter. Skeeter grew up in Jackson and was raised by a black maid, whom she loved. When she returns from college and finds that her maid is no longer working at her house she starts to question the racial system she was brought up in. This gets her talking to Aibileen and Minny - who are her friends' maids - and they start to write a tell-all book about what it's like for a black woman to work for a white family.
I felt it did a good job at conveying the very real fear black people lived in. There were ample examples told in the book of beatins, lynchings, firings, and abuse. And the story kept me going for quite a while. Not having grown up in an age of rampant racial discrimination the whole thing is so foreign to me. I felt like it was well told and thoughtful.
But I did have a few issues: 1.) It could have been cut down. I was really into at the beginning. But the format - which switched between the points of view of 3 characters - is a pet peeve of mine unless done exceptionally well. This was not. It got a little long about 2/3 of the way through and I found myself wishing it would just end. 2.) The author seemed to be on a mission to make sure we knew it was set in the sixties. It was like there was a check list she was working off of, trying to get as mean signs of the decade in. Tab - check. Space race - check. Pucci mini dresses, Kennedy assasination, hippies, freedome-riders, Rosa Parks - all of them checked off the list. I know that they are meant to give an sense of the time but it just seemed labored and distracting. Especially when I was already getting tired of the book.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Great Expectations
Book: Great Expectations
Author: Charles Dickens
Like/Don't Like: I think Dickens and I would be BFF
I have said it before and I will say it until I die: teenagers shouldn't read Dickens. What a horrible way to treat both the kids and the author. Great Expectations was the first Dickens book I ever read and it completely turned me off to him for years and years. I was a freshman in high school and all I can remember of it is Miss Havisham in her wedding dress and the cake full of critters. And also that I was bored out of my mind. Because I was 14 and dumb. 14 year olds don't get Dickens. How can they? He's so subtle and dry and his stories weave in and out of dozens of characters' lives. What 14 year old has that sort of attention span? I wish that I had been introduced to him in college. All it would have taken for me to be completely smitten was a few more years under my belt. But instead I spent almost 20 years thinking he was the biggest bore.
Well, I love him now. I think we would be the best of friends if we were ever in the same neighborhood, or century. He's just so funny. So because I love him I thought I'd go back to the book that started it all and see if my impression of it had evolved beyond, "Ugh, lame." It has. I thought it was clever and, proving that my memory for books is non-existent, everything was a surprise. I remembered that Miss Havisham went up in flames, but other than that I kept gasping and saying, "Really?!" I love that he ties everything up in a nice bow at the end. Everyone gets what they deserve. Good people learn lessons and end up happier and wiser than before. I never worry that his stories will end poorly, which is a relief sometimes in reading.
Plus, there are always a one or two characters that are just so endearing. Wemmick was the one this time. He lives in a teeny castle, complete with a moat and tends to his old father, whom he calls The Aged Parent, sometimes shortened just to Aged or Aged P. My Dad can consider himself warned that I will be calling him this in the near future.
Author: Charles Dickens
Like/Don't Like: I think Dickens and I would be BFF
I have said it before and I will say it until I die: teenagers shouldn't read Dickens. What a horrible way to treat both the kids and the author. Great Expectations was the first Dickens book I ever read and it completely turned me off to him for years and years. I was a freshman in high school and all I can remember of it is Miss Havisham in her wedding dress and the cake full of critters. And also that I was bored out of my mind. Because I was 14 and dumb. 14 year olds don't get Dickens. How can they? He's so subtle and dry and his stories weave in and out of dozens of characters' lives. What 14 year old has that sort of attention span? I wish that I had been introduced to him in college. All it would have taken for me to be completely smitten was a few more years under my belt. But instead I spent almost 20 years thinking he was the biggest bore.
Well, I love him now. I think we would be the best of friends if we were ever in the same neighborhood, or century. He's just so funny. So because I love him I thought I'd go back to the book that started it all and see if my impression of it had evolved beyond, "Ugh, lame." It has. I thought it was clever and, proving that my memory for books is non-existent, everything was a surprise. I remembered that Miss Havisham went up in flames, but other than that I kept gasping and saying, "Really?!" I love that he ties everything up in a nice bow at the end. Everyone gets what they deserve. Good people learn lessons and end up happier and wiser than before. I never worry that his stories will end poorly, which is a relief sometimes in reading.
Plus, there are always a one or two characters that are just so endearing. Wemmick was the one this time. He lives in a teeny castle, complete with a moat and tends to his old father, whom he calls The Aged Parent, sometimes shortened just to Aged or Aged P. My Dad can consider himself warned that I will be calling him this in the near future.
Friday, September 24, 2010
What is the What
Book: What is the What
Author: Dave Eggers
Like/Don't Like: It's tough to like a book like this, but I have to say I did.
Unless you've been living under a rock you have probably heard of all the horrible things that have gone on in Sudan for the last 30 years of civil war. It's miserable over there and whenever I read about it the whole thing seems too gruesome to be true. And yet reading this book not only makes it all too real, it also puts a name and a face to it. It is not a picnic, reading this book.
While technically a novel (it is explained in the beginning why they had to call it one) the book is the real life story of Valentino Achak Deng, a southern Sudanese refuge who is now living in the states. Around the age of 9 his village was attacked by the Arab run government from the north and he had to flee without knowing the fate of his home or family. He ended up walking to Ethiopia and eventually Kenya, from one refugee camp to another over 9 years until he was relocated to the US. He tells of such attrocities that it seems impossible for one human to suffer so much and live, let alone the millions who have such similar stories.
At the beginning of his story he mentions how in the early part of his walk with thousands of other young boys two of them were taken off by lions - just snatched up in the night as they walked single file through the desert. At that point I didn't think I would be able to read any more because I was sure that worse things were to come. And they do. Far worse. I won't go into it. But you wouldn't be able to imagine it if you tried.
So it's a rough read, topic-wise. But the style is effortless. There is so much suffering and yet there is a good amount of humor. And it flows beautifully from present day to flashbacks. Even the present day accounts are hard to read - they start off with Achak being beaten and robbed in his own home (seriously, the kid can't catch a break) - but the pacing of it is manageable. I'm glad I didn't stop reading.
Author: Dave Eggers
Like/Don't Like: It's tough to like a book like this, but I have to say I did.
Unless you've been living under a rock you have probably heard of all the horrible things that have gone on in Sudan for the last 30 years of civil war. It's miserable over there and whenever I read about it the whole thing seems too gruesome to be true. And yet reading this book not only makes it all too real, it also puts a name and a face to it. It is not a picnic, reading this book.
While technically a novel (it is explained in the beginning why they had to call it one) the book is the real life story of Valentino Achak Deng, a southern Sudanese refuge who is now living in the states. Around the age of 9 his village was attacked by the Arab run government from the north and he had to flee without knowing the fate of his home or family. He ended up walking to Ethiopia and eventually Kenya, from one refugee camp to another over 9 years until he was relocated to the US. He tells of such attrocities that it seems impossible for one human to suffer so much and live, let alone the millions who have such similar stories.
At the beginning of his story he mentions how in the early part of his walk with thousands of other young boys two of them were taken off by lions - just snatched up in the night as they walked single file through the desert. At that point I didn't think I would be able to read any more because I was sure that worse things were to come. And they do. Far worse. I won't go into it. But you wouldn't be able to imagine it if you tried.
So it's a rough read, topic-wise. But the style is effortless. There is so much suffering and yet there is a good amount of humor. And it flows beautifully from present day to flashbacks. Even the present day accounts are hard to read - they start off with Achak being beaten and robbed in his own home (seriously, the kid can't catch a break) - but the pacing of it is manageable. I'm glad I didn't stop reading.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wuthering Heights
Book: Wuthering Heights
Author: Emily Bronte
Like/Don't Like: Liked. It was inevitable that I would.
So, it's true. I've never read Wuthering Heights. I give you leave to be shocked. Here's the thing, I've started it like seven times and I would normally get to the scenes with Heathcliff and put it down because he got on me nerves. And then I wouldn't pick it back up until about a year later when I'd give it another try, only to stop in the same place for the same reason. It has been my one literary shame that I haven't read this book.
Well, I suddenly found myself in Tunisia. I didn't bring any books for my three month stay because 1.) I didn't have room in my luggage and 2.) I trusted Bronwyn's taste in books. So on the first night I was perusing her library and came across Wurthering Heights and thought, oh why not. These are extraordinary circumstances. Maybe this is what it will take to get me through the book.
And apparently it was because I finished it. Rejoice!
And I really liked it. How could I not. Once I became to terms with hating Heathcliff and not really liking Catherine I was fine. He's just so detestable. But the story was fantastic and the writing was wonderful and, as with all the Bronte books, it made me want to march across the moors, preferably in a swoon.
So here's my biggest concern with it. I've always heard that this was one of the great romantic novels. I hope that I've always just missed the Big R in Romantic because if they're just talking about small r romantic then we have a problem. Heathcliff and Cathy's relationship was twisted and weird. And his passion for her later on was even weirder. And I fear for people who think that's romantic. It made me want to punch him in the face a little.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Mockingjay
Book: Mockingjay
Author: Suzanne Collins
Like/Don't Like: I can't think of anything to adequately describe how I felt about it so I'll just do the injustice of saying yes, I liked it.
Author: Suzanne Collins
Like/Don't Like: I can't think of anything to adequately describe how I felt about it so I'll just do the injustice of saying yes, I liked it.
After several debriefings with a number of people via email, phone and in person, and several days distance to compose myself and gather my thoughts, I think I'm finally able to write about this book. Sort of. Oh, gee whiz, could I be more dramatic? But seriously, this book had a strange grasp on me that I was wholly unprepared for.
Before I start I should tell you that Camille just finished it and we spend 30 minutes breaking it down and she asked why I was so emotional about the ending. To explain here is something Hannah said during our discussion of the book that I completely agree with. She said that some people are just talented readers. That for some, reading is a God-given gift. So for example, I can play the piano, but I've never considered myself to be a talented pianist. There is a vast difference between the notes I play and the notes that a truly talented musician plays. They can take the skill of playing the piano and infuse it with all the emotion it deserves. I can't do that on the piano, but I can do that with a book. When I read I pour every single emotion into it. It comes without any thought and it's been that way since I was a kid. You should have seen me when Johnny died in The Outsiders. I was 10 and devastated. When a story is this good and the characters are this real I can't help but put everything into it. It can be exhausting. (It's a shame I can't make money off of loving books. There are times when I'll say I wish I had a talent for accounting or auto repair (you know, something marketable) but in all honesty I'm pretty stoked that I got reading.)
So yes, reading this book was a really powerful experience. On many levels. But I'm not going to go into all the reasons why. People who have read the first two books and are looking for some kind of hint as to how the book was, all I can tell you is that it wasn't easy. You already know that they're at war and Katniss has to fight and with war comes some gruesome stuff. But it wasn't the violence that got me. It was the human cruelty. And it was also the human frailty. Both meanness and kindness do me in.
I won't tell you all the thoughts I had on it but I will tell you that the writing is masterful. Suzanne Collins has a gift. She paces the story at a breakneck speed and she doesn't let superfluous description slow it down. She describes things in a way that with just a few short phrases you have a clear image in your head of the setting and mood. She does not waste words, which I consider to be one of the greatest talents a writer can have. And she had a very light touch with the themes. It could very easily have gone over board in any number of directions with the environment and war and equality. But she let the story do the talking without being preachy at all.
I can't say too much about the plot without giving things away but I will tell you that it was so much more than I expected. I was genuinely surprised at plot twists. And the ending was solid. When I finished I really had no idea what to say about it. People have asked if I loved it. And I wanted to say that I loved it but I say things like, "I love the Sound of Music," or, "I love chocolate ice cream." It was a little bit more complex than that. What I did love was the experience of it. It tore me up but in such a good way. Oy, again with the drama.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
These is my Words
Book: These is my Words
Author: Nancy E. Turner
Like/Don't Like: LOVED. A lot. Even though the title hurt my heart.
You're asking how I can read a book with such a title. And I'm with you on that. Every time I say the name of this book I die a little on the inside.
Except that it is AMAZING. And I can certainly forgive a gimmicky title in exchange for an incredible story.
Emma lent it out to Teresa who then passed it on to me on Sunday and both of them said I had to start it right away. I was in between books and had some free time in the afternoon so why not. Here's why not. I could not put it down. From that time until I finished it this evening every spare minute I had was spent reading this book. Things like work and already scheduled activities got in the way but things that did not get in the way were sleep, meals and other responsibilities that could be procrastinated. It is the type of book that makes you put life on hold and you don't feel guilty at all about it.
Which completely surprised me. I'm not naturally drawn to those types of stories - those being stories of pioneers living the hard life in the West. Mostly because tales of hardship exhaust me. And oh, are there hardships in this book. So many hardships. So many that I regularly found myself saying prayers of gratitude that I was born in a time with running water and cars and hospitals and roads and food aplenty and no threats of Indian attacks or scarlet fever or blood poisoning or snake bites or train robberies or your horse rolling over you after it's been shot by and arrow. And worse things too. Like rape. Egads! It's a good thing there are good, strong male characters in this story because because every other man in it had leering eyes and grabby hands. The main character, Sarah Prine, always carried a pistol in her apron pocket, and for good reason.
All of those things and more happened to either Sarah or her loved ones and looking back on them it's a miracle I kept reading. But the writing was so straightforward and honest that it just sucked me right in. I loved her voice. It felt true. There wasn't a single moment when I thought that a pioneer woman wouldn't say that. I also loved all the other characters, both those on the side who come in and out as the years go along and those who stick around through the whole thing. (You will fall in love with Jack. Even you who are married. You will find yourself wishing your husband would grow a mustache and join the army. That's how great he is!)
There isn't much of a plot, it's just her journal spanning two decades so it's mostly just chronically her life and the joys and struggles that come with it. So it's high praise when I say that you don't even notice the lack of one. When I finished it tonight I immediately headed over to our stitching group where Emma and Teresa were and the first thing I said to them was that I finished it but couldn't really talk about the ending because I hadn't had time to process it all. I love it when a book fills you up like that.
Author: Nancy E. Turner
Like/Don't Like: LOVED. A lot. Even though the title hurt my heart.
You're asking how I can read a book with such a title. And I'm with you on that. Every time I say the name of this book I die a little on the inside.
Except that it is AMAZING. And I can certainly forgive a gimmicky title in exchange for an incredible story.
Emma lent it out to Teresa who then passed it on to me on Sunday and both of them said I had to start it right away. I was in between books and had some free time in the afternoon so why not. Here's why not. I could not put it down. From that time until I finished it this evening every spare minute I had was spent reading this book. Things like work and already scheduled activities got in the way but things that did not get in the way were sleep, meals and other responsibilities that could be procrastinated. It is the type of book that makes you put life on hold and you don't feel guilty at all about it.
Which completely surprised me. I'm not naturally drawn to those types of stories - those being stories of pioneers living the hard life in the West. Mostly because tales of hardship exhaust me. And oh, are there hardships in this book. So many hardships. So many that I regularly found myself saying prayers of gratitude that I was born in a time with running water and cars and hospitals and roads and food aplenty and no threats of Indian attacks or scarlet fever or blood poisoning or snake bites or train robberies or your horse rolling over you after it's been shot by and arrow. And worse things too. Like rape. Egads! It's a good thing there are good, strong male characters in this story because because every other man in it had leering eyes and grabby hands. The main character, Sarah Prine, always carried a pistol in her apron pocket, and for good reason.
All of those things and more happened to either Sarah or her loved ones and looking back on them it's a miracle I kept reading. But the writing was so straightforward and honest that it just sucked me right in. I loved her voice. It felt true. There wasn't a single moment when I thought that a pioneer woman wouldn't say that. I also loved all the other characters, both those on the side who come in and out as the years go along and those who stick around through the whole thing. (You will fall in love with Jack. Even you who are married. You will find yourself wishing your husband would grow a mustache and join the army. That's how great he is!)
There isn't much of a plot, it's just her journal spanning two decades so it's mostly just chronically her life and the joys and struggles that come with it. So it's high praise when I say that you don't even notice the lack of one. When I finished it tonight I immediately headed over to our stitching group where Emma and Teresa were and the first thing I said to them was that I finished it but couldn't really talk about the ending because I hadn't had time to process it all. I love it when a book fills you up like that.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Departures
Movie: Departures
Like/Don't Like: Like.
Once upon a time at BYU a cute guy in one of my classes asked if I wanted to go see a Japanese film at the International Cinema. Um, duh. Cute guy + movie = yes please. We agreed to meet and I showed up and he didn't. As I am 80 it should not surprise you that this was back in the days when not everyone had a cell phone. So I saw him in class the next day and he was apologetic and gave me some line about homework and weather and whatever. And all of that would have been a fine excuse and I could have gotten over it except that the movie was a huge drag. It was two hours of nothing but this old couple sitting in their home waiting for their family to come visit them before they die. So the whole time I'm watching it I was bored out of my mind and peeved that the cute guy stood me up.
This naturally left a bad taste in my mouth for Japanese film. Which is ridiculous, I know. But I'm a girl. I can be like that. I've seen a few Japanese films since and have begrudgingly enjoyed them but I'm still never very thrilled at the prospect.
So you can imagine how I felt tonight when I showed up at my friends house for a movie night (on a school night, no less) and found that the movie she had selected was Japanese. (The sad truth is that this movie has been recommended to me on Netflix several times and has been in my queue for a while and had I ever found out that it was Japanese it would never has seen the inside of my mailbox.) I instantly prepared my mind to be bored and got comfy just in case I found it more interesting to sleep instead of watch.
But it was actually pretty good. Not boring at all, really. It's about a man who has lost his job as a cellist when the orchestra he played in is dissolved. He moves back to his home town and the first job he lands is performing the ceremonial preparations for cremation. (I should tell you that if you watch it, it is helpful to know that the Japanese are a little squeamish when it comes to dead people. We didn't figure that out until halfway through when people started shunning him because of his work.)
The music is lovely (full of the cello, which I love) and the scenes where he's preparing the bodies are actually quite beautiful. There are some funny moments, which kept things light and I thought it had a pretty good message about how death softens the living and puts important things into focus.
Like/Don't Like: Like.
Once upon a time at BYU a cute guy in one of my classes asked if I wanted to go see a Japanese film at the International Cinema. Um, duh. Cute guy + movie = yes please. We agreed to meet and I showed up and he didn't. As I am 80 it should not surprise you that this was back in the days when not everyone had a cell phone. So I saw him in class the next day and he was apologetic and gave me some line about homework and weather and whatever. And all of that would have been a fine excuse and I could have gotten over it except that the movie was a huge drag. It was two hours of nothing but this old couple sitting in their home waiting for their family to come visit them before they die. So the whole time I'm watching it I was bored out of my mind and peeved that the cute guy stood me up.
This naturally left a bad taste in my mouth for Japanese film. Which is ridiculous, I know. But I'm a girl. I can be like that. I've seen a few Japanese films since and have begrudgingly enjoyed them but I'm still never very thrilled at the prospect.
So you can imagine how I felt tonight when I showed up at my friends house for a movie night (on a school night, no less) and found that the movie she had selected was Japanese. (The sad truth is that this movie has been recommended to me on Netflix several times and has been in my queue for a while and had I ever found out that it was Japanese it would never has seen the inside of my mailbox.) I instantly prepared my mind to be bored and got comfy just in case I found it more interesting to sleep instead of watch.
But it was actually pretty good. Not boring at all, really. It's about a man who has lost his job as a cellist when the orchestra he played in is dissolved. He moves back to his home town and the first job he lands is performing the ceremonial preparations for cremation. (I should tell you that if you watch it, it is helpful to know that the Japanese are a little squeamish when it comes to dead people. We didn't figure that out until halfway through when people started shunning him because of his work.)
The music is lovely (full of the cello, which I love) and the scenes where he's preparing the bodies are actually quite beautiful. There are some funny moments, which kept things light and I thought it had a pretty good message about how death softens the living and puts important things into focus.
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