Sci-Fi Classic?

I bought three books by John Varley called Titan, Wizard, and Demon because I thought the series was supposed to be some sort of sci-fi classic. Hah.

Titan by John Varley
Grade: B-

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Synopsis: Sex with this guy, sex with that guy. Sex in zero gravity. Lesbian incest. Alien spaceship. Attack. Rebirth within the alien ship. More lesbian sex. Walking. Aliens with humanlike sex organs. Abortion. More walking. Rape. More walking. More lesbian sex. Big mystery solved: consciousness running alien ship is a frumpy old woman who watches too much TV.

I don’t think it’s worth my time to read the sequels, Wizard and Demon, so all three are going to the chopping block.

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Catching Up

I have read so many books lately, but I just haven’t had time to comment on them. Here are a few words on each of them.

Tales from the Arabian Nights (A Whitman Teen Age Book), as told by Lee Wyndham, illustrated by Robert J. Lee
Grade: A+

I love this book. Its tanned pages have that ideal old-book smell that makes me want to move into the library and wall myself in with books forever. The stories—3 tales of Aladdin, “The Feast that Never Was,” 4 tales of Sinbad, “The Fisherman and the Genie,” “Bah-Ram the Unlucky and How He Followed His Dream,” “A Fortune in Glass,” and 3 tales of Ali Baba—are told simply, just they way they should be. I’ve had this book for as long as I can remember, and it will continue to live on my bookshelves for many years to come.

Stories from the Arabian Nights, retold by Laurence Housman, illustrated by Edmund Dulac
Grade for the stories: B
Grade for the illustrations: A+

I bought this book at the going-out-of-business sale at a local used bookstore. The books were so cheap that I could buy anything that struck my fancy, and I did. What attracted me to this particular book were the illustrations, which are marvelous. Indeed, had this been the edition that was published with more of the Dulac illustrations, it would be worth some real money.

Alas, it is not, and my opinion of the book is consequently divided. You see, the stories, IMHO, are not told well. First, they are racist. I know, I know. I’m not supposed to care because it was published before both civil rights and political correctness, but I would not want to read it to my son without censoring it. Second, some of the stories are ridiculously long and strange. For example, the story of the fisherman and the genie, so short and simple in my favorite Tales from the Arabian Nights (see above), goes on and on in this book and rather unpleasantly.

However, there are some stories that I had never heard before, such as “The Magic Horse,” which were interesting. And the illustrations, as I mentioned, are just so beautiful.

Difficult decision. I have too many books, though, so this one goes. If I ever find a copy of the edition with more of the Dulac illustrations, it will be a different story.

Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox by Eoin Colfer
Grade: B

Any series that grows beyond three books is bound to suffer a downhill slide in quality, and that is sadly the case with the Artemis Fowl series. This is the weakest one yet by far. The title told me to expect a paradox, but when it was revealed, I was extremely disappointed. So while I still love this series, I would call this book a waste of time for all but seriously devoted fans of the series. For now I will keep the book, as my rule for a series is to keep all books up to the last one that I like, and this series isn’t over yet. There is still the possibility that Colfer will write another really good one. I hope he does!

Look at the Birdie: Unpublished Fiction by Kurt Vonnegut
Grade: B+

Look at the Birdie is a collection of previously unpublished stories by Kurt Vonnegut. The stories are written well, but they don’t have Vonnegut’s trademark “snap,” and I suspect that’s why he didn’t publish them during his lifetime. Like Twain, though, Vonnegut is an author whose worst is still better than most authors’ best. I would recommend these stories for any fan of Vonnegut, because it’s a blessing to be able to read “new” stories by such a great author. I would also recommend this book for anyone trying to learn how to write short stories, because Vonnegut was an extraordinarily competent writer, and following his example couldn’t do any harm.

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Grade: B+

I have to admit, I liked A Wrinkle in Time much better when I was younger. I don’t know why it didn’t work for me this time around. I’ll keep it though, because it’s still an “A” in my memory.

From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
Grade: A

Mrs. Basil E Frankweiler is a funny narrator. She has all sorts of quotable things to say. While I enjoyed this book reading it as an adult, I think I would have loved it when I was a kid. Like most imaginative children, I dreamed of running away and having grand adventures. A story about kids who run away and hide out in a museum would have had great appeal to me. I’ll make sure my kids read this while they’re at the age to really love it!

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
Grade: B+

The Phantom Tollbooth is another book that I wish I had read when I was a kid. The story just didn’t work for me and that was a distraction from the wordplay, which is this book’s real strength. I will try reading it to Marshall someday. Perhaps trying to see it through the eyes of a child might help me understand why it ranks so high on the top 100 list of children’s books.

The Night My Mother Met Bruce Lee by Paisley Rekdal
Grade: B+

The Night My Mother Met Bruce Lee is a collection of essays written by a woman of half-Chinese, half-Norwegian descent. While I found several of the essays fun and interesting, particularly the one about Bruce Lee, there were many times when I had no idea what the author was talking about. She got just a little too introspective and since her hold on my attention was already tenuous because I didn’t identify with her, I sometimes dropped out of the current of the story and floundered around for pages before getting back into the flow. Still, it’s overall pretty good.

The Second St. Nicholas Anthology
Grade: C

I bought this book because it was old, it had lots of stories, and it was virtually free. As I have found out since, there was once a St. Nicholas Magazine, published from 1878 to 1941, whose target audience was the 5-18 crowd. This is presumably a collection of stories from that magazine. While the magazine was known for publishing some great children’s literature, I just couldn’t get interested in the stories and poems, even the ones by revered authors like Frances Hodgson Burnett. This book is headed for the Chopping Block. Since I didn’t actually read the whole thing, I’m not going to list it on my Book Love page.

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Purge, Baby, Purge!

In preparation for Marshall’s first birthday party, we decided to finish remodeling the guest bathroom. That meant we could no no longer use it as a storage room, so earlier this week, we carried out box after box. We had both forgotten how many books we had. Incorporating all these boxes of books into the rest of the house is going to be difficult, probably impossible for the time being. My goal, then, for this week is to pack up at least one more box of books to be given away. That means I temporarily need to drop all my reading goals except for the GLP.  It’s time to purge, Baby, purge!

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New Low

This morning, there was a horrible baby poop incident. Just a few minutes ago, I was in the bathroom and happened to glance in the mirror, which is when I noticed the brown smudge on my shirt. Poop? Quite possibly. I was walking around in that shirt for hours. I have now sunk to an all-time new low.

Sometimes motherhood stinks.

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So Much To Say

I’ve had so much to say lately, but so little energy. I just haven’t been able to force any blog posts out. I hardly know where to start with catching up, but I guess there’s one obvious place—I’m pregnant. I’ll be 10 weeks on Tuesday.

This turn of events was quite a shock to my system. Emotionally, I was all over the map. My husband and I hadn’t yet decided whether or not we wanted a second child, but were both learning toward not. Now the decision had been made for us. Both of us reacted with a sort of disbelief. Everything indicated that we were pregnant, but it wasn’t until I saw the ultrasound that I really accepted it, and I think my husband is still having a hard time wrapping his head around this new fact of our lives.

And then there’s the physical aspect of it. I was immediately nauseous, plagued with digestive problems, and fatigued. I spent hours at a time on the couch, too tired and sick to move. I’m feeling a little better, but on some days exhaustion still sneaks out of nowhere to drag me down, and the digestive issues just won’t stop. I felt great during most of my first pregnancy, so at least there is the hope that I’ll get better soon.

My belly is growing fast. I barely showed during the first 3-4 months with Marshall, but this time, for anyone with the will to see, I’m noticeably pregnant. We’re not planning to announce it at Marshall’s birthday party, but there’s a chance the news will come out anyway. If it does, it does.

For the record, we’re hoping for a girl. It’s our last shot at a daughter and my parents’ last shot at a granddaughter. That doesn’t mean we’d be upset about a boy, though. We’ll take what we get and be happy.

So now I’ve broken that big piece of news. It feels good to get it out. Maybe now I can get some other blog posts written. Wish me the energy!

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Happiness as a Goal

The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin
Grade: B+

I have been thinking for a while about how to be a happier person. When this book came out, I hadn’t yet considered a systematic approach, but it sounded like an interesting idea, so interesting that I almost purchased the book. But instead, I requested it from the library and had to wait weeks for a copy to become available. Having to wait for it gave me high expectations, perhaps too high.

In the early pages of the book, I felt that the author, Gretchen, and I must have a lot in common. We seem to have many of the same problems in life and similar approaches to those problems. But it was also a way in which we are alike that kept me from loving this book.

You see, Gretchen gets bogged down in the details. I suspect that she, like me, is a detail-oriented perfectionist. She feels the need to cover every base, no matter how uninteresting or inconsequential, and parts of the book were rather dull as a result. It pains me to criticize her for this, both because she is like me and because she kept making a point of being true to herself, but that’s just the way it is.

And a major way in which we are different also dimmed my enjoyment. For each month, she decided to focus on one aspect of happiness, such as energy, money, attitude, mindfulness, etc. In some cases, I didn’t agree with the month’s theme. In other cases, the theme was fine, but the approach was very different from that which I would have taken. In these cases, her endeavors seemed pointless to me, so I didn’t enjoy reading about them. For example, one month she tried starting a collection just for the sake of having a collection. Crazy! It was even crazier given that she had spent one of her previous months getting rid of all her clutter. Me, I have several collections, but only because I like them, and I certainly would never advocate cluttering up one’s house or spending money on anything one doesn’t really want.

So while I think Gretchen’s project was a good idea, and I am happy that she feels happier after completing it, the book about it is only so-so.

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Laughing It Up

Dear Marshall,

Sometimes when I’m feeding you dinner, one of us will start laughing, and then the other will start laughing back. We’ll sit there giggling for a while. I don’t know what we’re laughing about. Perhaps you know, but you never say.

Do we even need a reason to laugh? I guess not. Laughter for its own sake is fun. I never realized that before.

I’m so glad we can make each other laugh.

Love,

Mom

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Hello, Goodbye

Dear Marshall,

You were sitting in your highchair, snacking on Cheerios, while your father was making your lunch. You were starting to get impatient, so I waved to you and said, “Hi, Marshall.” And you know what you did? You waved back at me and said, “Hi!” At least I think you said it. I tried to get you to repeat it, but you were more interested in your cereal.

Cheerio!

Mom

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Peril in the Kitchen

The first time I encountered a recipe with polenta, I followed the instructions for cooking it the old-fashioned way, thinking “how hard can it be?” What I didn’t realize is that polenta is Italian for “sore arms.” Well, not really, but just try stirring that thick, heavy stuff for 20 minutes straight. You will never need to pay for a gym membership again.

The quick-cooking kind is better for those of us who have neither the time nor the upper-body strength required for the old-fashioned kind, but just because it cooks fast doesn’t mean its harmless.

“Warning: cooking polenta may be hazardous to your health.”

That’s what the cooking instructions should say. Get distracted while you’re cooking it and the next thing you know, hot polenta is shooting out of the pan in all directions. You see, polenta is so thick that steam gets trapped inside and when it builds up enough pressure to escape, kapow! It’s like Pompeii all over again.

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Looking for a Good Cozy

Death by Darjeeling by Laura Childs
Grade: C+

I love tea. I love cozy mysteries. So I thought this would be an ideal book. But what I got was a primer on how not to write a book. For example, I would not want to…

  • Switch back and forth between points of view.
  • Describe characters’ clothing in extreme detail.
  • Relate factual information as if it came from (or were going into) a textbook.
  • Spend so much time on the background that the foreground gets lost.
  • Use slang in sentences where it is completely inappropriate.
  • End chapters with anticlimactic sentences.

This story about a Charleston teashop owner who investigates a murder isn’t horrible, but I believe you’d be more satisfied buying a nice Darjeeling to sip while reading some other book.

The Puzzle Lady vs. the Sudoku Lady by Parnell Hall
Grade: B-

I bought this book because I am a puzzle lady and I wanted to read about myself. I was disappointed to find that I was a smart but cranky old lady who wasn’t very kind. Geez. Maybe the author really was writing about me. The cranky part is certainly accurate! 😉

The story is complicated and not particularly interesting, but I will try to give you some idea of what it’s about. The basic premise is that Minami, a sudoku constructor from Japan, comes to America to challenge Cora, the Puzzle Lady, to a crime-solving contest. Cora isn’t interested but ends up in a competition with Minami anyway. People die. Puzzles give clues. Yada yada.

There are four puzzles in the book: two crosswords and two sudoku puzzles. The crosswords are actually pretty good. The beauty of crossword puzzles is that each one is unique, so there is something to be gained by solving those that you come across. Sudoku puzzles, on the other hand, are all pretty much the same. Some are easy, some hard, but they all solve the same way and so I did not feel the need to do these particular puzzles.

One thing that particularly bothered me about the author’s style, and that I have seen elsewhere but never in such abundance, is dialogue with no cues to indicate who is speaking. You have to assume that the text in the first set of quotes is the first speaker, the second is the second speaker, the third is the first speaker again, and so forth. That’s fine for a while, but it is possible to lose track of who’s who if the dialogue goes on for a long time. And with nothing but incessant talking, you can’t visualize the story anymore, the characters sort of fade away, and the words are just echoes in the dark.

So I guess you could say that both books taught me about what to avoid as an author. Well, thanks for the lessons, y’all, but I’d really enjoy reading a good, modern cozy mystery for a change. Where, oh where, can I find one?

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