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Tea with Hillary

I want the citizenry to elect Hillary Clinton as president of the United States next
November — if only so that we might all get a respite from seeing her offhand,
controversial 1992 comment that she could have “stayed home and baked cookies
and had teas” (rather than pursuing an outside profession) parsed and squeezed
and hung out to dry again and again like the moldy old dishrag that it is.

Sometimes book reviews are as fun to read as the book itself. This one made me laugh and maybe we all need a break from the increasingly bitter battle for the White House. This review in The New York Times was written by Alexandra Jacobs about the book Thirty Ways of Looking at Hillary: Reflections by Women Writers edited by Susan Morrison. Yes, why bring up that old dishrag when we have important issues like, say, national security to discuss?

Tea with Henry James

Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable then the
hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

How civilized! Yet that won’t be happening today for this mom. 🙂 Henry James was a master of capturing the mannerisms of genteel society as he does here with the formal wording of this opening sentence to The Portrait of a Lady. Perhaps his ability to set the scene is why several of his books have been made into movies. Have the mood of the movies fit his books?

The Satanic Verses

” ‘To be born again,’ sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, ‘first you have to die.”

This opening sentence from the book that brought a death sentence to Salman Rushdie lets you know you’re in for a fantastical story. I heard Rushdie speak years ago in Portland and was surprised to find him so charming and funny — at odds with the serious face shown in news reports of him in hiding. I needed more knowledge of Islam to fully undertsand this book. You’ll find various study guides online if you’re a Westerner like me who needed additional information to see what was so blasphemous to the Ayatollah Khomeini. What books have you found difficult but worth the effort?

A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian

In this tale of two generations and cultures, one Ukrainian mother never forgot the hunger she faced under Stalin even after immigrating. The famine she experienced decades ago is still real in her new county.

“She knew – and this knowledge never left her throughout her fifty years of life in England, and then seeped from her into the hearts of her children – she knew for certain that behind the piled-high shelves and abundantly stocked counters of Tesco and the Co-op, hunger still prowls with his skelatal frame and gaping eyes, waiting to grab you the moment you are off your guard.”

This novel by Marina Lewycka mixes memorable characters and humor with difficult family issues. Also, I learned a little about tractors…

The person who would be president

“As to the Presidency, the two happiest days of my life were those of my entrance upon the office and my surrender of it.”

Super Tuesday is still exciting Wednesday morning. Amazing how hard the candidates are working to get the most difficult job in the world, as this eighth president knew.

Martin Van Buren (1837-1841)

Kate Christensen re: how to paint

“What moved her brush was whatever impulse issued from her core, the spark created by the intersection of whatever was in the room and outside it, in her head and outside it, her mood and the weather, the political climate and the condition of her stomach.”

I love art. Not that I can draw a recognizable apple — but I love looking at paintings and wondering what the artist was feeling when he or she applied paint to canvas. So I re-read Kate Christensen’s sentence in The Great Man over and over looking for better understanding. And I found what I guess I knew — that whatever talent and experience a painter has is overshadowed by the undefinable mood and emotion of that moment. I think I’ll stay an art appreciator.

This novel paints fascinating characters and tells the story of a great painter after his death through the women in his life.

The World to Come

“I would lie down to sleep and receive your nightly deliveries of stories like letters slipped into the mail-slots between my eyelids, and I would open each landscape as if unfolding a piece of paper before my eyes.”

I still think it’s magic when black-and-white words on a page paint pictures in my mind, and in this sentence I can visualize an angel delivering dreams. Dara Horn’s newest novel is a fabric of family stories woven with rich imagery. When a Marc Chagall is stolen, the award-winning author tells the history of the painting through stories from Soviet Russia and Vietnam. Some images are hard to see. Read it and tell me what you think.

www.darahorn.com

Wild Things

“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”

Here is a great sentence to kick-off Superbowl Sunday! Maurice Sendak’s Where The Wild Things Are has endured for more than 40 years as a favorite children’s book for both its fanciful drawings and its wonderful words. Websters defines rumpus as “noisy commotion” but I think rumpus implies a lot more fun than your average commotion. The rumpus we see after this sentence is three wordless pages with Max and the monsters howling at the moon, swinging from tree branches and dancing together (kind of like football).

After this, Max sails home to his bedroom “back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day” which sounds how my kids view time. What are your favorite books to read to the children in your lives?

Longfellow’s Hope

“‘Tis always morning somewhere, and above
The awakening continents, from shore to shore,
Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.”

I need a hopeful sentence this morning as we settle in to more snowy winter. The ten inches of snow around our house muffle the calls of the chickadees and our other winter visititors. For half of the year, our windows are open and we hear birds chirp as they perch on our pines and junipers. I miss them and yearn for the first daffodils. Quote is from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Crazy in the Kitchen

This food memoir by Louise DeSalvo shows the generational battle of her mother who yearns for Americanization via white bread and her Southern Italian peasant grandmother who yearns for the real food of the old country which she exhibits through breadmaking. Little Louise prefers the darker bread she gets to knead with her grandmother over the white bread which sticks to the roof of her mouth.

The subject of this sentence (a sandwich) has a much greater meaning (an absentee mother). It is from the The Other Bread chapter.

“Two slices of American cheese pulled in shreds from their cellophane wrappers sandwiched between two slices of American buttered bread (torn when buttered because it is too soft) fried in a too hot frying pan while my mother, distracted, walks away to do something else until she smells the butter burning, says “Oh my goodness,” returns to the stove, flips the sandwhiches, gets distracted again, walks away again, smells the butter burning again, says “Oh my goodness” again, and serves the sandwhich to us with lots of catsup on the side to disguise the filthy taste.”

This is a good summation of the mother’s character — she’s not paying attention to her children. The writing style enhances the meaning. There are choppy phrases and commas, almost as though the sentence is interrupted as much as the mother’s attention. What sentences have you read where the writing style conveys additional meaning to the words themselves?