Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Two by Jessica Day George (Ulysses Survival Reading #2-#3)



It's actually been a few weeks since I've read these, but right now I'm in the middle of Episode 15 of Ulysses, which involves prostitutes, a lucky potato, and a generous amount of nightmarish gibberish that I don't understand, all put together in the form of a play with a million characters.  It's time for an intermission.  Refreshments wouldn't hurt, either.

These two books allowed me to escape into a fantasy world much different than that of Stephen Dadelus or Leopold Bloom, thank goodness.  Jessica Day George is clearly first and foremost a storyteller.  From page one until the end, the story (in each book) is engaging, easy to read, and I was rooting for the good guys to win.  In both of these books, the "good guy" is a strong female lead who uses her wits to get the job done.  Not much time is spent on characterization or inner monologues (take that, Joyce!), which may sound like a weakness, but it contributes to the feel of sitting by a campfire riveted to a humorous and adventurous story that lets you escape into a different world.  Which is what I needed.

For more information on what these books are actually about, you can check out the information on the author's website.  I knew next to nothing about these stories before I picked them up, and I liked it that way. I will just let you know that one involves huge polar bears, trolls, and a nameless girl who can talk to animals, and the other includes dragons, a spoiled princess, and shoes that itch.  No lucky potatoes--hallelujah!


Sun, Moon, Ice and Snow
Published 2008
336 pages
Personal Enjoyment Factor:  3.5/5

Dragon Slippers
Published 2007
324 pages
Personal Enjoyment Factor:  4/5



Friday, March 11, 2011

Thank you, Jeeves (Ulysses Survival Reading #1)

Author: P.G. Wodehouse
Originally Published: 1934
Length:  229 pages
Source: Library
Challenge(s): 1001+
Personal Enjoyment Factor: 4/5

About Bertie:
"Mr. Wooster, miss," he said, "is, perhaps mentally somewhat negligible, but he has a heart of gold."
About Jeeves:  
I must say I can't see why Jeeves shouldn't go down in legend and song.  Daniel did, on the strength of putting in half an hour or so in the lions' den and leaving the dumb chums in a condition of suavity and camaraderie; and if what Jeeves had just done wasn't entitled to rank well above a feat like that, I'm no judge of form.


One cannot be expected to read Ulysses exclusively, or else one might become mentally deranged.  Consequently,  I've picked up a few reading selections on the lighter side. It seemed a good time to discover the "comic genius" of Wodehouse.

Thank You, Jeeves fit the bill perfectly.  This is my first introduction in any format to Bertie Wooster, who has a knack for getting into sticky situations, and his valet, Jeeves, who inevitably shows up to save the day.  In this first full-length novel of the pair, Bertie's annoying banjolele playing has driven Jeeves into other employment, and Bertie must move into a cottage where he can develop his musical "talents" without the complaints of neighbors.  While there, Bertie encounters (and often creates) situations worthy of an I Love Lucy episode as he tries to bring two lovers together despite the obstacles.  And he wouldn't be able to pull it off without the help of the ever-resourceful Jeeves.

Did it make me laugh?  I found the first three-quarters of the book pleasantly, but mildly humorous.  During the last part, however, I had more than a few satisfying belly laughs, some involving one of my favorite foods--butter.  I immediately added Jeeves and Wooster to my Netflix queue, and I'm ready for more chuckles (and a break from Joyce's epic conundrum).  I would also love to go back and read the short stories that preceded this novel.  I have a feeling it's the kind of humor that builds as you go along.  I am left with only one question:  Where can I get my very own Jeeves?? I need, I need!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Ulysses Readalong - Pride, Humility, and Shock

Before beginning Ulysses, I had this idea that if I really applied myself--took notes, read and reread, researched different commentaries--I would "get" it, all in one go.  Go ahead and have a good laugh at that one.  It took about 20 pages of note taking filled with question upon question to accept that not only do I not have the time for such a detailed reading, but it also was not getting me any nearer to comprehension.  Which was really sad, because during my reading of The Odyssey, I actually took notes on every other page to leave room for what would be my copious Ulysses notes: 


Yeah, I'm pretty nerdy, but I think I'm in good company.

Ulysses, of course, is not so neat and tidy.  It's more of a crazy, chaotic mess.  One that will take more than one reading to make any sense of, and then, I suspect, it will still be a crazy, chaotic mess.

So I threw aside the notebook, shunned any outside commentary, and began to read Ulysses naked.  (Meaning the book, not myself.  Not that Joyce would mind a bit of nudity.  I'm sure he would fully approve of me reading on, say, the toilet or in the bathtub, and then relating all of the details on my blog.)

And then, here comes the shocking thing:  I actually like it!  It's a true Life moment:



What I am most enjoying is the random rhythm of the writing.   I couldn't say exactly what it is, but my brain is entertained by it.  I don't even have to know what he's talking about [sigh of relief].  Something about the combination of short phrases, incomplete thoughts, one-word "sentences", words scrunched together, and playful alliteration all add up to a some sort of drunken party of language.  I've come to look forward especially to phrases that are sort of ticklish:
  • "Croppies lie down" (38).
  • "Oot:  a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his mouth opening:  oot" (116).
  • "Lovephiltres.  Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough"  (104).
  • "Boys are they?  Yes.  Inishturk.  Inishark.  Inishboffin.  At their joggerfry.  Mine.  Slieve Bloom." (70).
Other parts I find just plain gross, even more so than the booger and bathroom situations:
Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. . . A man spitting back on his plate:  halfmasticated gristle:  no teeth to chewchewchew it (215).
And some passages I do find darkly beautiful:
A cloud began to cover the sun wholly slowly wholly.  Grey. Far.
No, not like that.  A barren land, bare waste.  Vulcanic lake, the dead sea:  no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth.  No wind would life those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters.  Brimstone they called it raining down:  the cities of the plain:  Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom.  All dead names.  A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old.  Old now.  It bore the oldest, the first race . . . (73)

There is one statement that actually sunk in a bit--I can at least pretend I understand what he's getting at: 
"Like him was I, these sloping shoulders this gracelessness.  My childhood bends beside me.  Too far for me to lay a hand there once or lightly"  (34).
I have found that I do not like the conversational bits.  I am not offended by the unconventional dashes, I'm just bored by their dialogue.  I'm more comfortable inside Bloom's brain.  Frightening!

I have also been largely ignorant of the many allusions I've heard about.  Of course I can see The Odyssey intertwined into the plot, and a few things that gave me vague Shakespeare vibes, but that's about it. 

So, for now, I'm enjoying the novelty of Joyce's experimentation.  But I am wondering how long it will take for the "novelty" to wear off.  There are many more pages for it to morph into "been there, done that." (I'm behind in my reading, I'm not even sure where I'm--my edition has no chapters.)  But maybe Joyce has more up his.


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Ulysses Readalong - Page One

I'm already behind on my reading schedule for Ulysses, due to a shortage of reading time combined with the complexity of material--is this really written in my native tongue?  But I will not be vanquished, James!

I have moved beyond the first page, but I thought I would show why my pace is so slow by sharing my notes/thoughts  from just page one.  I'm probably admitting a good portion of ignorance on my part, but I'll just lay it all out:


  • "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan"--stately and plump don't seem to go together.
  • Buck's dressing gown--"sustained gently"  strange choice of words, also kind of oxy-moronic 
  • "Introibo ad altare Dei" --what the heck does this mean, look up online
  • "he peered down"  the stairs but called "up", then tells "Kinch" to come up.  Huh?  Where are these characters positioned.
  • gunrest?  what part of the stairs is this, look up online
  • what's the deal with the blessing, gurgling, shake his head?  Is he being critical of religion?  Is it significant that the mirror and razor were "crossed"?
  • Stephen Dedalus - I think Dedalus was the one who tried to build wings to fly to the sun but burned up, look up online.  Why does Buck call him Kinch?  Look up in dictionary/online.
  • Buck's face long like a horse, hair like an oak.  Untonsured-check dictionary
  • Why does he look in the bowl?  Why does he say "Back to the barracks"?
  • "Christine" Christian?  Ouns-check dictionary.  White corpuscles?????  I'm pretty sure I know what corpuscles are, but check dictionary to clarify.  What would this have to do with him mocking a sermon?
  • Why does he start whistling, and who answers with a whistle?  Why does he stick the word "Chrysostomos" into the paragraph.  Check dictionary or look up online.
Just 932 more pages of this stuff. 

Two general impression I have from the rest that I have read so far are that Buck is an annoying jerk, and I'm really grossed out that he wiped this razor with a dirty snot rag.

Today, thanks to the flu, I have time to read.  One of my ears is plugged up and it's messing with my equilibrium.  Feeling off-balance and reading Joyce should go hand in hand. 

Not that this post is a great selling point, but if you want to join in the fun*, this readalong is hosted by Jill at Fizzy Thoughts.

*For the record, I do honestly find this fun, otherwise I wouldn't be doing it.  Maybe I'm as unhinged as Joyce seems to be. 

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

North and South: Katniss Everdeen, meet Margaret Hale

Author: Elizabeth Gaskell
Published: 2008 by Vintage Classics
Originally published:  1854
Length: 547 pages
Source: Purchased from amazon.com

Personal Enjoyment Factor: 4/5

"He [Thornton] shook hands with Margaret.  He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact."

Sometimes reading does not follow any kind of predictable equation or outcome.

My expectation for North and South:  

The wit and quirk of Cranford + the cinematic and  hottie appeal of the miniseries + brand-new Vintage Classics edition = All that and a bag of Miss Vickie's Jalapeno Chips.

It just didn't quite add up that way, but I still enjoyed it.  It was true comfort reading, which is valuable in and of itself. 

For fans of the Hunger Games Trilogy, remember how frustrating it is to see Katniss' complete cluelessness when it comes to romantic love?  Even when there's bread involved?  Margaret Hale has the same problem.  She receives two marriage proposals from men she has no idea are in love with her.  And her responses are less than gracious.  But like Katniss, Margaret focuses a lot of her attention on taking care of those who traditionally should be taking care of her, with love and marriage being the last thing on her mind.  So I'll forgive both of them, and be entertained by the tension it creates. 

North and South is more than a love story, giving it a satisfying amount of depth, which makes up for the lack of fireworks in the writing.  Social issues are explored through the hardships of factory workers in an industrial town, but you also get to see things from the perspective of the factory owner.  Religion is also touched upon, with the storyline of Margaret's father, who has a crisis of faith and leaves his post as a vicar, which precipitates their move from the south of England to the industrial north.  One of my favorite quotes describes a group prayer, in which Higgins, a frustrated factory worker who has seen his fair share of adversity, reluctantly joins in on:

"Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together.  It did them no harm."

Now that's an equation that adds up just the way it should!


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ulysses Readalong

Joyce has conquered me before, but I'm ready for a rematch:


Sign up at Fizzy Thoughts if you're up for the challenge.  The fun begins in February.


Monday, January 10, 2011

Vietnam War Reading


It goes without saying that reading about the Vietnam War can be a harrowing experience, often appropriately so.  But I did manage to find something of a range of intensity in the books I read for the War for the Generations-Vietnam Reading Challenge, from "feel-good" to "if I read one more page I'm going to have to plunge a knife into my gut so I can feel better than I do when reading this book."  Here are some short reviews of my selections, starting with the gentler ones:

Cracker! The Best Dog in Vietnam by Cynthia Kadohata (Published 2007 by Atheneum, 320 pages) 
Personal Enjoyment Factor: 4.5/5

Despite the unappealing cover and somewhat corny title, Cracker! took a hold of my heart and wouldn't let go.  Cracker, a German Shepherd trained to sniff out bombs and traps in the jungles of Vietnam, and Rick Hanski, her handler, learn to work as a team in order to survive and show what they're made of.  The writing is very simple, but  captures the fear and frustration of a soldier, as well as the bond between dog and handler quite powerfully.  
Although written for kids, maybe 9 and up, I think all ages can appreciate this one. I would love to see it made into a movie, but I would have to have a couple of boxes of tissue.  (I feel like it's okay to say that Cracker does not die, which is something I was worried about, and a lot of readers would want to know before reading.)


Search and Destroy by Dean Hughes
(Published 2005 by Ginee Seo Books, 224 pages)
Personal Enjoyment Factor:  4/5

In this Young Adult novel, Hughes gives us a realistic picture of the Vietnam War, minus the profanity and excessive violence (if you think that's possible), through the experiences of main character Rick Ward.  He leaves a dysfunctional home and a disapproving ex-girlfriend, with a vague desire to prove himself a man, and maybe pick up some life-experiences to become a better writer.  By the end of basic training, he is already questioning his decision--"He'd spent almost six months in the army, and the training was supposed to make him eager and able to fight.  But he was about to fight an enemy he didn't hate, for a cause that no one could intelligently justify."  But there's no turning back, and Rick faces combat, trying to figure out how to find some purpose in fighting for something he doesn't necessarily believe in.  In the end, it all comes down to the strong bond of brotherhood formed with his fellow Rangers, and what they are willing to do for one another during their search and destroy missions.
This was a great book if you're looking for a PG account of the war, without the realities of war being glossed over. 


The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
(First published 1990, 246 pages)
Personal Enjoyment Factor:  4.5/5

It's been several months since I read this, so my memory of the details is hazy, but I remember being blown away by the first chapter and rereading it a few times.  I'll forgive my memory, because I know I will want to read this one again.  The beauty of the writing combined with the brutality of war has such a profound impact, it just hits something in my gut that is both horrifying and extremely satisfying at the same time.  This is one of those books I would bill a "must-read,"  as assuming as that label can be.  I'm anxious to read more by O'Brien, but I suspect that this one is his best.


Lizzie's War by Tim Farrington
(Published 2005 by HarperSanFrancisco, 382 pages)
Personal Enjoyment Factor:  3.5/5

Liz O'Reilly is the wife of a career Marine Corps captain, raising four small children in Detroit while her husband fights in Vietnam.  She had "played Antigone in high school and Joan of Arc as a college freshmen, to standing ovations, and now she was the Penelope in an unattended farce, weaving and unweaving the same pile of dirty clothes while waiting to hear exactly how her man died."  She is understandably resentful of her husband's duty, especially when he returns to combat even after sustaining an injury that gives him a ticket home.  While the reader learns about his experiences mostly from his dark but humorous letters home, the story is mostly about Liz, and how she survives her own battles, and tries to find meaning in her life, even as she fears for her husband's.
It's hard to say how I felt about this book, because some things about the plot bothered me, while others I found brilliant.   For the most part, I found it a satisfying read.  I usually don't like reading about everyday stuff, like household happenings, but Farrington made even a messy house and sibling squabbles sound almost literary!  I loved Captain O'Reilly's letters home, and there were a few tear-jerking moments in the end, which I read while sitting on the floor in my room in the midst my own piles of laundry.  It's a beautiful but real love story about finding the strength to do what you are meant to do, and making peace with the negative repercussions that inevitably go along with it.

Matterhorn by Karl Marlantes (Audio narrated by Bronson Pinchot)
(Published 2009 by Blackstone Audio: 21 hours, 20 minutes)
Personal Enjoyment(?) Rating:  4.5/5

After listening to the audio version of this book and hearing the "f" word about 5,000 times, I'm tempted to say this was a f***ing good book!  But I don't cuss at all (it took me years just to be able to say the word "butt"--weird, I know), so I'll say something really boring squeaky clean like "This book is thrilling and powerful, difficult to read at times, but also hard to put down" (or stop listening, in my case.) 
I may not be able to swear like a Marine, but I can steal a bit of the plot summary from Goodreads"It is the timeless story of a young Marine lieutenant, Waino Mellas, and his comrades in Bravo Company, who are dropped into the mountain jungle of Vietnam as boys and forced to fight their way into manhood. Standing in their way are not merely the North Vietnamese but also monsoon rain and mud, leeches and tigers, disease and malnutrition. Almost as daunting, it turns out, are the obstacles they discover between each other: racial tension, competing ambitions, and duplicitous superior officers. But when the company finds itself surrounded and outnumbered by a massive enemy regiment, the Marines are thrust into the raw and all-consuming terror of combat. The experience will change them forever."
As I listened to this book, I really got that sense that I was humping right along with these guys and grew to love them.  My favorite parts were the conversations between the soldiers, as they talked about life and death, race and religion, and as the laughed and cried.  But there is also a lot of gripping action, tempered a bit by details of strategy.  Marlantes has written this novel in a way that keeps the writing from getting in the way of the story.  Highly recommended, even from this reader who usually avoids excessive profanity.


Paco's Story by Larry Heinemann
(First published 1986, 224 pages)
Personal Enjoyment Rating:  1/5 (DNF)

This is the one that I found torturous to read and did not actually finish.  I made it 2/3 of the way, and decided I had experienced what the author intended me to experience.  It tells what I think is an important account of the veteran's return to the world, as he lives with constant pain, harrowing memories, and the fact that he is the only one to survive when his company is bombed.  The story is brutal and nightmarish--not for the faint-hearted.  I began this as part of a readalong at the War Through the Generations website, and many of the other readers found more merit in it than I did.  Especially at the beginning, I felt it was overwritten, and I would have liked to have read about Paco's story in a more straightforward manner.  Still, I'm sure my own discomfort and horror were only a fraction of what a young man going through this would feel.


This reading challenge only went through 2010, but in the proper spirit of the Vietnam War, I will continue much longer than I really should.  I just can't seem to let it go just yet.  I think what fascinates me is a common theme I found in all the books I read:  trying to find some individual purpose in a seemingly pointless situation.  Whether a character's motivation was driven by ambition, self-respect, a larger purpose, or just proving oneself, it was like some sort of survival mechanism.  Something to think about whether we're fighting in a war facing the possibility of death, or engaging in other battles in life.

When I do get over what my family is calling my "Vietnam obsession" (I've also read some non-fiction books, watched some movies, a couple of documentaries, told my kids more than they ever wanted to know about leeches, jungle rot, and how the soldiers didn't wear underwear, and compared the  never-ending troops of ants in my pantry to the NVA), 2011 is the year to join the U.S. Civil War Challenge:




At this point, I plan to read three to five books ("Dip"), but it could turn into more of a swim if life permits.