Archive | June 2008

Celebrate the Day: June 3

Birthday of Confederate President Jefferson Davis (which may not inspire celebration, but may prompt a teachable moment.)

Also born on this date:

Author/illustrator Anita Lobel. Author of the picture books Sven’s Bridge, Potatoes, Potatoes and The Rose in My Garden, among many others.

William Douglas Home (pronounced Hume). He was a playwright. The Literary Encyclopedia says of him:

However, the Second World War was to change the course of his so far peaceful existence. As a British officer in 1944, he had to take part in the landing in France. But he refused on moral grounds to bomb Le Havre because the civilians had not been evacuated —and indeed 5000 of them were to be killed in the operation. For his refusal to perform what he considered to be a war crime, Home was stripped of his rank, degraded and condemned to a year’s hard labor.

It sounds like a story that would make a good play, novel, or other literary exploration.

Preacher and writer Sydney Smith (b.1771).
“In composing, as a general rule, run your pen through every other word you have written; you have no idea what vigor it will give your style.”
“The object of preaching is, constantly to remind mankind of what mankind are constantly forgetting; not to supply the defects of human intelligence, but to fortify the feebleness of human resolutions.”
“In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book? Or goes to an American play? or looks at an American picture or statue? What does the world yet owe to American physicians or surgeons? What new substances have their chemists discovered? Or what old ones have they advanced? What new constellations have been discovered by the telescopes of Americans? Who drinks out of American glasses? Or eats from American plates? Or wears American coats or gowns? or sleeps in American blankets? Finally, under which of the old tyrannical governments of Europe is every sixth man a slave, whom his fellow-creatures may buy and sell and torture?”
(1820)

Not too impressed with what we Americans had accomplished in our first fifty or so years as a country, was he?

More June Celebrations, Links, and Birthdays.

Books Read in May 2008

Word Freak by Stefan Fatsis.

The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald.

Sunshine by Robin McKinley.

The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan.

The Secret of the Rose by Sarah L. Thomson.

Mother Tongue: English and How It Got That Way by Bill Bryson.

The White Darkness by Geraldine McCaughrean.

Do Hard Things: A Teenage Rebellion Against Low Expectations by Alex and Brett Harris.

America Alone: The End of the World As We Know It by Mark Steyn.

Stolen Lives: Twenty Years in a Desert Jail by Malika Oufkir and Michele Fitoussi. Semicolon review here.

When Men Become Gods: Mormon Polygamist Warren Jeffs, His Cult of Fear, and The Women Who Fought Back by Stephen Singular. Semicolon review here.

The Giver by Lois Lowry.

The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro.

Celebrate the Day: June 2, 2008

Author birthdays:

Thomas Hardy (b.1840)
Gautami Tripathy reviews Tess of the d’Ubervilles.
Dani Torres reviews Tess.
And here’s Bonnie’s (Dwell in Possibility)take on the same book.
My favorite Thomas Hardy novel is Far From the Madding Crowd; he and George Eliot remind of me one another. In fact, if I don’t think carefully I get their novels confused: both feature nineteenth century English country towns and farms, bad things happening to good and bad people, fallen women, and love entanglements.

Barbara Pym (b.1913).
Mary at Glass of Blessings reviews Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym.
Semicolon review of Pym’s Excellent Women.

Paul Galdone (b.1914).
I included several folk tale/fairy tale books written and illustrated by Paul Galdone in my preschool curriculum, Picture Book Preschool, because I like his bold colorful illustrations. In my experience, preschoolers find Mr. Galdone’s work both accessible and inviting.

Norton Juster (b.1929). I love Juster’s book The Phantom Tollbooth. I wish I had time to go back and re-read it today.

More June Celebrations, Links, and Birthdays.

Word Freak by Stefan Fatsis

Stefan Fatsis set out to write a book about Scrabble, particularly competitive Scrabble, and he ended up becoming a part of the competitive, obsessive, game-playing culture that he intended to chronicle as an outsider, a journalist. Fatsis got sucked into a fascinating game, and he says he loved it, still loves it as far as I know.

I’m always interested in worlds, hobbies, and passionate interests that consume other whole groups of people and that I never even knew existed. I knew that some people played competitive Scrabble, but I didn’t know that serious players travel all over the U.S. and even the world to play in tournaments in which the prize money for the winner is usually barely enough to pay travel expenses. And they memorize word lists: all of the permissible two-letter words, then the threes, the words that have a “q” without a “u” following, the combinations that yield a “bingo” (a seven letter word using all the letters in your rack which gets you an extra 50 points in Scrabble). It’s amazing to me that anyone can become so consumed with playing Scrabble that they build their entire life around the game. They play incessantly: on the internet, pick up games in the park, at Scrabble clubs where players pay a cover fee to get in, at home, at tournaments. It’s almost a religion. In fact, one of the players profiled in the book says that Scrabble is the only thing that gives his life meaning.

The book includes a fairly full history of Scrabble, its invention and its growing popularity. But the most fascinating part of the book is the stories about the people who play the game and who compete for the glory, not much money, that is to be gained by winning the National or World Scrabble Championship.

I must admit that I’ve been playing Scrabble online at scrabulous.com. It’s fun, but I’m terrible. My rating is below 1000, way lower than Mr. Fatsis started out as a novice. And the urchins have been playing a weekly Sunday night Scrabble game. Computer Guru Son and I are tied at two games apiece in the series.

“This is my favorite anagram of all,” Eric says, and he makes me write this down in my notebook: 11+2=12+1.

Then he instructs me to spell it out: ELEVEN + TWO = TWELVE + ONE

“God put that there,” Eric ays. “There is no other explanation.”

I like that story. Maybe I’m a bit of a word freak myself.