Archive | April 2007

LOST Rehash: D.O.C., or Dead or CompletelyDead

What does D.O.C. stand for? I must be acronym-impaired.
There wasn’t any time for literary references in this episode. It was an action packed hour.

My Like list: Hurley‘s still Numero Uno. “Oops!” he said when he shot off the flare. He knew they needed help, and he knew excatly what he was doing to summon some help. And did he try to use the phone to call his mom?
Desmond also knew what had to be done and did it. Promise the guy whatever he wants to get medical attention for Miss Multilingual Parachutist. And he told Charlie the truth, “You’ve killed more of Them than have have of you.” How many Others have the Losties killed (not counting Mr. Eyepatch Mikhail)? Ethan, What’s His Name from the Pit that Ana Lucia killed, the lady that Sun shot, and Whosit that they killed while escaping from the little island. Is that all? Anyway, Desmond’s right; they need to keep their word, not go around gauging out eyes. Bad Charlie!
Sun is a fine lady —even if she does come from a Korean Mafia family. She knows that you should never pay blackmail —unless it’s your mother-in-law that’s doing the blackmailing. And then you tell her to be satisfied with the $100.000 or else your Mafia daddy will get her. Are there any good dads in this story? Are there any good moms? Good parents at all?
Jin: Did you see those martial arts moves? Jin has the skills to be running this island, but unfortunately he can’t effectively communicate with anyone except his wife.

Bad List: Sun’s right. Jack is acting strange(ly). Charlie is also acting strangely. Maybe he thinks he’s going to die any minute, and it’s making him a little jumpy. It would make me a little nervous. Still, he needs to settle down and quit talking about poking someone’s eye out.
Mikhail does not seem like a nice guy to me. Ben indicated that he was trigger-happy, and he’s a phone thief, too. How did he come back from the dead? Didn’t Kate or Locke or someone check to see if he was really dead?

Ambivalent List: Juliet looked truthfully happy (not fake, smarmy happy) when she and Sun saw the baby on the ultrasound. What kind of samples is she getting from the other women? Pregnancy test samples? Or the samples they took from Walt? Didn’t they? So she hates Ben? That’s a point in her favor.
Kate is too clean and well-groomed to be living on an island. And I’m tired of her ambivalence, so I’m ambivalent about her—even though she didn’t have much to do in this episode.

I’m reading elsewhere that the Purgatory Theory is back in full force in light of the final revelation at the end of the show that the LOST guys were really lost, or rather dead. So did they recover any bodies because it seems to me that the only people who stay dead on this island are those whose bodies are actually buried in the ground?
Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer: “And Then There Are the Days When a Strange Woman Parachutes Out of the Sky To Tell You That You Are, In Fact, Dead.”

The Thinklings: De liveblogging the episode with pertinent comments.

Excellent Women by Barbara Pym

What a find! I’ve never read anything by Barbara Pym before, but I found her book, Excellent Women, to be reminiscent of Jane Austen (drolly observant), Mrs. Gaskell’s Cranford (insightful in regard to the ordinary), and even Jane Eyre, without the drama, but with the wry self-analysis.

Mildred Lathbury, the narrator of the story, does say near the beginning of the book: “I am not at all like Jane Eyre, who must have given hope to so many plain women who tell their stories in first person, nor have I ever thought of myself as being like her.” Miss Lathbury then proceeds to tell her story in first person and depict herself as a rather plain female who is always cast in the role of the excellent woman who offers sympathy and a cup of tea at crucial moments.

Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. We had all had our supper, or were supposed to have had it, and were met together to discuss the arrangements for the Christmas bazaar. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look. ‘Do we need tea?’ she echoed. ‘But Miss Lathbury . . .’ She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind.

Shades of J. Alfred Prufrock: “Do I dare/ Disturb the universe?”

More observations from Mildred Lathbury, excellent woman:

“Perhaps long spaghetti is the kind of thing that ought to be eaten quite alone with nobody to watch one’s struggles. Surely many a romance must have been nipped in the bud by sitting opposite somebody eating spaghetti?”

“I remembered my Lenten resolution to try to like him. It was getting a little easier, but I felt that at any moment I might have a setback.”

“I dare say a clever person with a fantastic turn of mind could transform even a laundry list into a poem.”

“I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone, and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people’s business, and if she is also a clergyman’s daughter then one might really say there is no hope for her.”

If you’ve read and enjoyed other books by Ms. Pym, what would you suggest next?

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende

I think this book is the kind of fantasy/fairy tale that I would have liked very much had I read it at a different time in my life or when I wasn’t feeling ill or something. As it was, I could see that it was a good story, even a great story, but somehow I didn’t appreciate it properly. There were some wonderful passages about books and reading and some episodes that made me think that the author might be quite profound if only I could figure out what profound thought it was that lay just beneath the surface of the story.

Bastian Balthazar Bux is a great name for a main character, I must say.

No, I’ve never seen the movie.

“I wonder,” he said to himself, “what’s in a book while it’s closed. Oh, I know it’s full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there’s a whole story with people I don’t know yet and all kinds of adventures and deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut up in a book. Of course, you have to read it to find out. But it’s already there, that”s the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could be.”

North and Song of the Magdalene by Donna Jo Napoli

Back in March when I was overdosing on books and avoiding the blog, I read two books by YA author Donna Jo Napoli. In North twelve year old Alvin emulates his hero, explorer Matthew Henson, when he runs away from his home in Washington, D.C., headed for the far north, maybe even the North Pole. Great adventure story.

Song of the Magdalene is the imagined story of Mary Magdalene, the New Testament character who was delivered from seven demons by Jesus. The story chronicles her childhood and especially her adolescence in the sleepy little Galilean village of Magdala. Miriam, as her name is rendered in Hebrew in the story, is a beautiful girl, spoiled by her indulgent widowed father, and eager to experience life and love and to sing her joy into the world. However, when she is only twelve years old, Miriam has her first “fit” (seizure) and realizes that, according to all that she has learned in her village, she is possessed by demon and can never be married or truly loved by a man.

“I took stock. I knew the source of such fits. Everyone knew. A demon had taken up residence in the shell of my body . . . this was my own personal demon of fits. In me. Inside me.”


Recurring themes in the books I’ve read by Ms. Napoli are captivity, protection, and personal freedom. Adolescent characters are trapped with a culture or a family system designed to protect them, but the young adult must escape, grow up, experience life, even make mistakes. Since I’m the parent of four young adults, this theme hits a little close to home. How protective is over-protective? How much freedom is too much —for a twelve year old? For a fifteen year old? For a seventeen year old? I trust my urchins to make good decisions, for the most part, but I don’t trust the world to treat them kindly or respectfully all of the time.

Ms. Napoli’s books carry mixed messages about this issue of freedom and protection. Miriam in Song of the Magdalene suffers enormous hurt, physical, spiritual, and mental, because of the freedom her father gives her to roam the town and act in ways that traditional Jewish women in that culture are not allowed to act. Alvin in North faces danger and almost pays with his life in his bid for freedom from a loving but over-protective mother; however he ultimately, by running away from home, grows up and becomes a man of strength and courage.

So, is it different for girls and boys? Is the world dangerous for boys, but much too dangerous for girls? I do think that girls need more protection than boys, but something inside me protests that even if that’s true, it shouldn’t be so. Maybe Ms. Napoli wasn’t saying anything about male/female differences —just one protagonist who faces the challenge of growing up in the world and wins and another who loses and is almost destroyed by her encounter with evil and danger.

And I’m left with my questions: how do I love these kids of mine into adulthood? How do I help them to grow into strong, confident, and joyful adults?

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born April 25th

Martin Waldseemuller, b. 1507. German mapmaker and geographer who gave America its name, named after Amerigo Vespucci, the man Waldseemuller thought had made the first voyage to the American continent.

Walter de la Mare, b. 1873. Poet, novelist, essayist and critic.
I think this garden sounds like a charming retreat.

A WIDOW’S WEEDS
by Walter de la Mare
A poor old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit;
Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;
Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells;
Like Oberon’s meadows her garden is
Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.
Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,
And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;
And all she has is all she needs —
A poor Old Widow in her weeds.

Guglielmo Marconi, b. 1874. Inventor of the wireless telegraph, without which we probably wouldn’t have the internet now. What kind of mother would name her child Guglielmo?

Maud Hart Lovelace, b. 1892. Author of the beloved Betsy-Tacy books. All my girls have been quite fond of these books about Betsy, her sister Julia, and her friends, Tacy and Tib. The series takes Betsy from age five through four years of high school, a trip to Europe, and then a wedding.

Wodehouse for Comic Relief

I read a couple of P.G. Wodehouses back in March; I needed them for comic relief and a bit of a palate cleanser in between this and this and this.

Leave It to Psmith is the first Psmith book I’ve read. I’ll be reading more. Themes and motifs included The Flower Pot motif (in which someone got hit with one or something got hidden in one or somebody stole one with great frequency), money and the lack thereof, crime and robbery, and impersonation (every character in the book impersonated someone else at some point, adding to the incidence of confusion, crime, robbery, lack of money and broken flowerpots.)

Quirky Quotations:
“To find oneself locked out of a country house at half-past two in the morning in lemon-coloured pyjamas can never be an unmixedly agreeable experience.” (You can tell this is a British novel because of the country house and the spelling.)

“A weird and repellent female . . . created for some purpose which I cannot fathom. Everything in this world, I like to think, is placed here for some useful end; but why the authorities unleashed Miss Peavey on us is beyond me. It is not too much to say that she gives me a pain in the gizzard.”

“A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances.” I know that smell, unfortunately.

Jeeves in the Offing was my second Wodehousian selection. I don’t think I’d read this one before, but it’s hard to tell for certain. The plots in a Wodehouse farce are somewhat interchangeable; only the names are changed around to protect the innocent.

More Quirky Quotations:

“It just showed once again that half the world doesn’t how the other three-quarters lives.”

“‘And the severe mental strain to which I am being subjected doesn’t matter, I suppose?’
‘Not a bit. Does you good. Keeps your pores open.'”

“I don’t know why it is, but whenever there’s dirty work to be undertaken at the crossroads, the cry that goes round my little circle is always, ‘Let Wooster do it.’ It never fails.”

“I quivered like somethng in aspic.”

” . . . with girls of high and haughty spirit you have to watch your step, especially if they have red hair, like Bobbie. If they think you’re talking out of turn, dudgeon ensues, and dudgeon might easily lead her to reach for the ginger ale bottle and bean me with it.”

“I don’t know if you know the meaning of the word ‘agley,’ Kipper, but that, to put it in a nutshell, is the way things have ganged.”

“The silly young geezer . . . I’d always thought of her as half-baked, but now I think they didn’t even put her in the oven.”

And that, my dears, concludes your dose of Wodehouse, a quite salutary and salubrious prescription, for today.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born April 24th

Anthony Trollope, b. 1815. Has anyone else read any of Trollope’s novels? I read Barchester Towers a long time ago, and I remember enjoying it. However, I also think it moved very slowly, and I’ve read that all his books are about the same setting and similar characters— British country and small city, Anglican bishops and priests and church wardens and such. It all sounds perfect for a certain sort of mood–slow, gossipy, lazy, character-driven.
Last year I read Framley Parsonage and posted about it.
Trollope and Jane Austen.
Men and Marriage in Trollope’s Framley Parsonage.

Elizabeth Goudge, b. 1900, wrote adult novels and children’s books. I’m pretty sure I’ve read one or more of her books, too, maybe Linnets and Valerians, but I don’t remember anything about it. Looking around on the internet, she seems to share some characteristics in common with Trollope. Three of her adult books are collectively titled The Cathedral Trilogy, about characters in a Anglican cathedral city in England.

Robert Penn Warren, b. 1905. I just read All the King’s Men in March. Semicoln review here.

Evaline Ness, b. 1911. Author and illustrator who received the Caldecott Award for Sam, Bangs, and Moonshine, a book about distinguishing between fact and fiction, when to fantasize and when to be strictly factual.

Daniel Defoe, author of Robinson Crusoe, died on April 24, 1731; according to Wikipedia, he was probably in hiding from his creditors when he died.

“I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called – nay we call ourselves and write our name – Crusoe; and so my companions always called me.”

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born April 23rd

A collector recently bought at public auction, in London, for one hundred and fifty-seven guineas, an autograph of Shakespeare; but for nothing a school-boy can read Hamlet and can detect secrets of highest concernment yet unpublished therein.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson in “Experience”

William Shakespeare, b.1564 or thereabouts.

Shakespearean literature for kids:
Stage Fright on a Summer’s Night by Mary Pope Osborne. Jack and Annie, via the Magic Treehouse, travel back in time to Shakespeare’s England and participate in a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

The Shakespeare Stealer, Shakespeare’s Scribe, and Shakespeare’s Spy by Gary Blackwood. Widge, a boy of unknown parentage, becomes an apprentice at William Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. Or maybe he’s a spy out to steal Mr. Shakespeare’s plays. Partially reviewed here.

Shakespeare’s Secret by Elise Broach. Shakespeare, and Queen Elizabeth, not to mention Edward de Vere and Anne Boleyn, keep intruding into Hero’s life as she tries, with the help of an elderly neighbor and an older boy named Danny, to sort out her place in her family and in school. Brief Semicolon review here.

Bard of Avon: The Story of William Shakespeare by Diane Stanley. A 48-page biography of Shakespeare with beautiful illustrations.

Tales from Shakespeare by Charles and Mary Lamb. I still like these retellings of Shakespeare’s plays, even though they were first published in 1807. You can download the ebook here.

Loving Will Shakespeare by Meyer. I have this book on my TBR list, but I haven’t gotten areound to it yet. It’ll be fun, I think.

For adults:
Blood and Judgement by Lars Walker is a take-off on Hamlet (for adults). Reviewed here.

My Complete Works is falling apart, so I bought this huge tome for $12.00.

I bought both Lamb’s Tales and another illustrated re-telling by Leon Garfield.

The Shakespeare Stealer by Gary Blackwood.

Northrup Frye on Shakespeare, lectures on the plays of Shakespeare by the Canadian professor.

Best of the Best

The Carnegie Medal people have come up with a list of the 10 Best or Most Important Carnegie Award winning books of the past 70 years; Fuse 8 one-ups them with her own list of the 10 best Newbery Award winning books.

I’m going to choose my ten best from both lists combined:

Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes. Newbery Award, 1944.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton. Carnegie Medal, 1952.

The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis. Carnegie Medal, 1956. (Even though I don’t think this one is the best of the Narnia books, it’s the one that won the Carnegie. And C.S. Lewis on a bad day is better than most anyone on a good day.)

Tom’s Midnight Garden by Phillippa Pearce. Carnegie Medal, 1958.

The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth Geroge Speare. Newbery Award, 1962.

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle. Newbery Award, 1963.

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg. Newbery Award, 1968.

Watership Down by Richard Adams. Carnegie Medal, 1972.

Bridge to Terebithia by Katherine Paterson. Newbery Award, 1978.

Dicey’s Song by Cynthia Voigt. Newbery Award, 1983.

I probably chose more Newbery books than Carnegie books because
a) I’m American and
b) I’ve read more of the Newbery books.

My list is heavy on the fantasy/sci-fi genre with five titles. Two historical fiction titles and three contemporary realistic fiction titles round out the list. I don’t have anything after 1983 because, honestly, I haven’t read as many of those newer books.

However, after I finish my Newbery project, I might change the list. Or maybe I’ll start a Carnegie Medal book reading project.

For lots of reviews of Newbery Award winning books from several contributor points of view, try out Sandy’s Newbery Project.

The Carnegie organization has a Living Archive with more information on the Carnegie Medal books.