A Couple More

I hate it when I fall behind on my book reviews. I forget a lot of the details and consequently have little to say. C’est la vie. Here’s what little I have to say on two books I read earlier this year.

The Blue Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lang
Grade: A

It took a while for The Blue Fairy Book to win me over. I expected a lot from it, having heard about Lang’s colorful series of fairy-tale books many times before and having forgotten how simplistic fairy tales typically are. But it was the simplicity that eventually turned me around. Sometimes simple is best. I particularly enjoyed reading versions of classics like Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp, Rumpelstiltzkin, etc. that were slightly different from the stories I remember hearing as a child. Often they were darker. I also liked some of the tales that I had never heard before, including one in which the hero ultimately failed (such a novelty!).

I wouldn’t call this collection of tales perfect. A couple of them are too much alike, some have elements that don’t really make sense (e.g., a hill of glass), and some are not told as well as others. Nevertheless, it is an excellent introduction to fairy tales and fun reading for adults as well as children.

The Twenty-One Balloons by William Pène du Bois
Grade: A-

After years of working as an arithmetic teacher, Professor William Waterman Sherman wanted to get away from it all. He thought a long trip in a balloon would be ideal, so he had a balloon basket built large enough to function as a house. He stocked it with everything he could possibly need, then he hitched it to a big balloon and away he went.

The best way of travel . . . if you aren’t in any hurry at all, if you don’t care where you are going, if you don’t like to use your legs, if you want to see everything quite clearly, if you don’t want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature. How fast you will go and where is left to the winds. It is a wonderful way to travel.

The professor didn’t get to decide when to stop, though, and he was stranded on the island of Krakatoa. Krakatoa is a real island famous for a huge volcanic eruption in 1883, the same year that this story takes place. What the professor found on the island and how he escaped the eruption make for humorous reading.

I think that The Twenty-One Balloons, with its focus on balloons and gadgetry, is most suited to young boys and middle-aged men, but it’s a funny story that almost anyone should be able to appreciate. It teeters on the edge of tediousness a few too many times, however, which is why it gets an A- rather than a solid A.

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Feeling Stretched

I feel all thin, sort of stretched…like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.—Bilbo in The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

I feel like that some days. To use that quote is to compare our son to the One Ring, which is a little over the top, but he certainly does rule us both.

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Glass Act

I love glass. I always have. When it’s worked into interesting shapes, I find it hard to resist. I’m not the only one to feel that way, which is why so many glass items are collectible.

Glass insulators have always fascinated me with their many shapes and colors. I haven’t seen a lot of them outside of junk shops, so imagine how happy I was when I leaned out the window of my office and saw this:

Insulator 2

Certain glass insulators are quite collectible. I was curious about mine, so I looked it up (you can see in the picture that it’s a Hemingray-20). Assuming I identified it correctly, it’s worth $3-$5. Jackpot!

People who collect glass insulators are very serious about their hobby and there seem to be some really good websites out there. I found everything I needed to know about Hemingray insulators at Hemingray.info and got the price estimate at Grampa Mac’s Insulator Emporium [Editor’s note 7/18/26; alas, the Grampa Mac’s website is defunct].

I only stayed at those sites long enough to identify my insulator. I didn’t dare look too long at those beguiling bits of glass or read too much about their history, because if I got hooked on the subject then I’d have to collect them. Then I’d spend all day every day at eBay, half of it buying insulators and the other half selling things to make room for my new collection.

I jest, but such things have been known to happen before. Take for example the case of Willys Jeep.

Willy's Jeep

I’ve had this cute little glass jeep since I was a kid. I owned the thing for years and never thought much about it. Then, one day, I was sitting at my computer and had the brilliant idea to look up Willys Jeep on the Internet. I knew there had to be some sort of story behind it, and there was.

Willys Jeep is a candy container. As used to plastic as we are now, it’s hard to imagine small items like candy containers being made from glass, but that’s how it was. And, because they were made in a variety of shapes, like animals and buildings and vehicles, kids used them as toys after they finished the candy.

I looked at picture after picture of glittering candy containers on eBay and I fell in love. I just had to buy more. I stuck to the transportation theme, buying only trains, planes, automobiles, fire engines, tanks, and boats. That may sound limiting, but it really wasn’t. To buy one of every type would have cost a fortune, because there were so many and some were exceptionally rare. I only bought the cheap ones, but I still spent plenty.

Years later, I still love all my antique glass dust collectors, but I’m wary of the collecting bug. That’s why I will look out my window every once in a while and really enjoy the sight of my glass insulator, because it’s the only one I’m ever going to own.

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Round 4

We went back to the used book store one more time. Here are my new acquisitions.

  1. The Stuff of Fiction: Advice on Craft by Douglas Bauer: It starts with a quote from a fairy tale that I just read, and since I’m on a fairy tale kick, this book was clearly meant to come into my possession.
  2. The Cat Who Came for Christmas by Cleveland Amory: Cute premise, and just about time to start thinking about Christmas.
  3. Mermaids on the Moon by Elizabeth Stuckey-French: This and the following title by the same author sounded like they might be funny, and I am in serious need of some light and humorous books. I promise not to hold the author’s hyphenated name against her (even though I think hyphenated names are silly).
  4. The First Paper Girl in Red Oak, Iowa by Elizabeth Stuckey-French
  5. On We Go: Reading for Meaning: A book for children that has some cute stories for kids. This copy used to belong to the Boston school committee.
  6. An Infinite Number of Monkeys by Les Roberts: Fun title!
  7. The Way We Talk Now: Commentaries on Language and Culture from NPR’s “Fresh Air” by Geoffrey Nunberg: I love both language and NPR, so why not?
  8. Bunnies and Their Hobbies by Nancy Carlson: An innocuous book with cute pictures, perfect for children.
  9. The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore: Yes. I do already have a copy of this book. I thought it might make a good Christmas present.

Total cost: Free (my books fit in the bag with Faithful Reader’s books and consequently did not cost a penny)

That was our last trip to the store. It closes on Friday. I am sorry to see it go, but I am grateful for all the inexpensive books.

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The Adventure of Peeps: Part IV

OK, so it’s Wednesday and not Sunday. I’m bad. I admit it. But here is the next installment of the story, better late than never. For the first part of the story, click here.

“Because there’s a party in the forest tonight and I want to look my best! Say,” said the toad. “Do you want to go to the party with me? You would look quite elegant in your thick fur, if you tidied up a bit.” Peeps’s usually beautiful coat was matted and full of leaves and twigs from her mad dash through the woods.

“But I need to find my way home!” cried Peeps.

“Of course,” said the toad. “The party is for Old King Fisher. If anyone can help you get home again, it’s the king. Come with me and we’ll ask for his help.”

It was agreed. Peeps would accompany the toad to the party and he would speak to the king on her behalf. While Peeps cleaned her fur, the toad hopped into the woods and when he returned, he was carrying some evening primroses. He tied the yellow flowers next to Peeps’s ear with a bright blue ribbon. “Now you are a vision of beauty, Madam Cat. Let us go dancing!”

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Naughty, Naughty

I read an ad in the newspaper about a used bookstore that was going out of business. They were selling their books at $5 per bag. How could we resist such a temptation? Naturally, we went and we spent. Then we went back the next day. And I, along with my friend K—, went back again a third time.

At only $5 per bag, I could afford to get not just the obviously good books, but anything that looked even mildly interesting. And that’s what I did. The books were already somewhat picked-over and the place was a mess, but it was fun poking around. I still believe that there may be some overlooked gems in that store, so I may go back one final time later this week (alas for the GLP!).

Here is a list of the books (and tapes) that I bought… Continue reading →

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More Marple

The Mirror Crack’d (a.k.a. The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side) by Agatha Christie
Grade: A-

The new world was the same as the old. The houses were different, the streets were called Closes, the clothes were different, the voices were different, but the human beings were the same as they always had been. And though using slightly different phraseology, the subjects of conversation were the same.

In The Mirror Crack’d, Miss Marple has gotten much older. She doesn’t get out as much as she used to, and she needs someone to look after her at home, but her mind is as keen as ever. Though the world has changed around her, human nature is still the same, and Miss Marple knows a thing or two about human nature… Continue reading →

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A Question of Hygiene

Mouthwash

Would you rinse your mouth with this?

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One Year and Counting

Exactly one year ago, my Faithful Reader and I got married. We had no idea, as we vowed to support each other through thick and thin, that our duo was about to become a trio, and that things were going to get very thick, particularly my waist. Our honeymoon year has consequentially been a little stressful, and sometimes our marriage has taken a back burner to parenthood, but I hope you know, Faithful Reader, that I love you and that I’m happy with our life together. Other people might not think a one-year anniversary is particularly exciting, but I’m proud of the way we’ve stuck together, and I never take it for granted. Thanks for spending this year with me.

Happy Anniversary!

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On With the Marplethon

The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie
Grade: B

The title of this novel is, of course, a reference to the poem by Omar Khayyam,

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

The Moving Finger is one of the books that I purchased at the Westerly book sale. I was disappointed to find after reading a few pages that I had read it before (which means I must have another copy of it kicking around somewhere, darnit). But I was lucky in that I didn’t remember whodunit, so it was a mystery until the end, the way it was supposed to be.

The plot is simple. Jerry Burton, injured in a plane crash, rents a house in the countryside where he hopes to recuperate in peace. His sister, Joanna, accompanies him. Once there, they receive a vicious anonymous letter. Soon they find out that most of the villagers have received similar letters. It all seems more annoying than harmful until people start dying. Can they discover the identity of the poison pen before there’s another victim?

The biggest problem with this Marple mystery was that Miss Marple didn’t make an appearance until page 142 of this 200 page book. Honestly, I don’t know why Christie bothered to put Miss Marple in the story at all. I also didn’t like the first-person narrative (I almost never do) and I found the ending rather abrupt. Overall, I’d call The Moving Finger readable but not worth the time unless you’re a Christie fan. It is important to note, however, that the online reviews I found for this book were positive and some reviewers mentioned that Christie herself considered it a favorite.

My favorite quote from the book:

I like walking at night. Nobody stops you and says silly things, and I like the stars, and things smell better, and everyday things look all mysterious.—spoken by the character named Megan

Phrases I hadn’t seen before:

all of a heap: 1. amazed or 2. suddenly.

crock up: to suffer a nervous breakdown

seed cake: old-fashioned cake containing caraway seeds

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