Archive | August 2008

Semicolon Author Celebration: Betsy Byars

Betsy Byars was born August 7, 1938 in Charlotte, North Carolina. That would make her seventy years old today. According to her website and according to Wikipedia, she now lives in Seneca, South Carolina with her husband Ed Byars. Both Ms. Byars and her husband are licensed pilots, and they live on an airstrip and over an airplane hangar. I assume they also own an airplane.

Ms. Byars has written over sixty books, the first one published in 1962. In 1971, she won the Newbery Medal for her book, The Summer of the Swans, about a fourteen year girl, Sara, and her handicapped younger brother, Charlie, and a very long summer day. She’s also won a National Book Award, and an Edgar Award, and the Regina Medal from the Catholic Library Association.

How Right You Are, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse

“It is impossible to be unhappy while reading the adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And I’ve tried.”
Christopher Buckley

I was extremely, tearfully, hormonally, and existentially (maybe even adverbially) unhappy when I began reading How Right You Are, Jeeves this past weekend. I read it purely for escape from my woes. I was so unhappy that I had to read the first page approximately five times over before I gathered the facts that Bertie and his friend Reggie, better known as Kipper, Herring are just sitting down to breakfast when the phone rings. . .

And off we go. Jeeves is set to go on holiday, off to Herne Bay for the shrimping and to judge a bathing beauty contest. Bertie is invited by Aunt Dahlia down to Brinkley Court, Market Snodsbury to be there confronted with various and sundry dilemmas and romantic entanglements of the type that only a Wooster could become involved in. All the Wodehousian cast are there: a domineering young female of unusual beauty, and a rather goofy girl who goes ga-ga over romantic poetry read aloud in the garden, a former schoolmaster of unpleasing aspect, a nerve specialist disguised as a butler, visiting Americans of dubious sanity, the afore-mentioned Kipper to whose assistance Bertie is bound by the Code of the Woosters, and even Jeeves himself, who must cut short his holiday to come to the rescue of the hapless Bertie.

At the end of the book, I was left chuckling softly, with only a mild melancholy to send me to bed. That change in mood and attitude, The Wodehouse Effect, is God’s gift to the English-speaking world, as channelled through Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse. I won’t say that it never fails, nor that it cures all ills, but it’s always worth a try —and much cheaper than hospitalization.

(By the way, it looks as if I’ve already read this book under its British title: Jeeves in the Offing. No matter. The medicine works just as well whether its already been taken before or not.)

The Queen’s Man by Sharon Kay Penman

According to the author’s note and the blurb, The Queen’s Man is Ms. Penman’s first foray into the genre of the murder mystery. Her hero/detective is Justin de Quincy, the illegitimate son of a bishop and a servant girl. Justin begins the story by confronting his father with his new-found knowledge of his parentage and then riding off in high dudgeon to make his own way in the world.

Fortune smiles on Justin by way of the misfortune of another man. Justin is an eyewitness to robbery and murder, and he is hired by the queen, Eleanor of Aquitaine, to find the murderer of a goldsmith who was bringing Eleanor an important letter when he was waylaid and killed.

And so the hunt begins. Lots of medieval period details and twelfth century history work their way into the story with Justin caught between an aging but still sharp Queen Eleanor and her ambitious and unscrupulous youngest son, John.

Thoroughly enjoyable, and there are sequels also featuring Justin de Quincy, Cruel as the Grave and Dragon’s Lair.

Semicolon review of The Sunne in Splendor, historical fiction by Ms. Penman. Fifteenth century. Richard III and his older brother Edward IV.

Semicolon review of When Christ and His Saints Slept by Sharon Kay Penman. Twelfth century. King Stephen and Empress Maude.

Advanced Reading Survey: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

I’ve decided that on Mondays I’m going to revisit the books I read for a course in college called Advanced Reading Survey, taught by the eminent scholar and lovable professor, Dr. Huff. I’m not going to re-read all the books and poems I read for that course, probably more than fifty, but I am going to post to Semicolon the entries in the reading journal that I was required to keep for that class because I think that my entries on these works of literature may be of interest to readers here and because I’m afraid that the thirty year old spiral notebook in which I wrote these entries may fall apart ere long. I may offer my more mature perspective on the books, too, if I remember enough about them to do so.

Author note: Charlotte Bronte was the third of six children of a Yorkshire clergyman. Two of her sisters died while still in school, but Charlotte, Emily, Anne, and Branwell,, the remaining children, grew up together creating and writing down stories about fantasy lands called Angria and Gondal. Both Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights grew out of these early flights of fancy and out of the Brontes’ experiences in school, as governesses, and as inhabitants of the beautiful but wild country of Yorkshire. Charlotte wrote under the pseudonym of Currer Bell to keep from public knowledge the fact that she was a woman.

Characters:
Jane Eyre: the eponymous orphan who tells her life story in the book.
Mrs. Reed: Jane’s aunt by marriage and her guardian.
Helen Burns: Jane’s friend at school.
Mr. Rochester: Jane’s employer
Adele: Jane’s pupil
Mrs. Fairfax: Mr. Rochester’s housekeeper

Quotations:
Helen:

“I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last: with this creed revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low; I live in calm, looking to the end.”

Jane:

“Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Mrs. Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.”

Conversation between Jane and Helen upon the occasion of Helen’s imminent death:

“But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?”
“I believe; I have faith; I am going to God.”
“Where is God? What is God?”
“My Maker and yours who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power and confide wholly in His goodness; I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.”
“You are sure, then, Helen, that there is such a place as heaven and that our souls can get to it when we die?”
“I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to him without any misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend; I love Him; I believe He loves me.”

All the rest of the quotations are Jane’s voice:

“It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted.”

“I could not help it; the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes . . . It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity; they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.”

“He could not bound all that he had in his nature—the rover, the aspirant, the poet, the priest—in the limits of a single passion.”

“When I asked him if he forgave me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing the remembrance of vexation, that he had nothing to forgive, not having been offended.
And with that answer he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.”

“His nature was not changed by one hour of solemn prayer; it was only elevated.”

“Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be.”

Mature reflections:

I read the books for Advanced Reading Survey and chose these quotations to copy out about thirty years ago when I was twenty-one or twenty-two years old. Now from a fifty-one year old vantage point, I note several things.

Charlotte was rather fond of semicolons. She might like this blog were she still alive and writing.

I must have been thinking of some super-critical person like Mrs. Scatcherd, but I don’t remember who it was, if so.

From this distance, Helen looks rather priggish, but her statement of faith is moving and definitive anyway.

The last “laws and principles” quotation has come back to me many times in the midst of episodes of temptation. It’s so true. I need rules and laws for the times when everything inside me wants to break them, when I strain to justify my need for an exception to the rule. That’s when I need the standard to hold me accountable.

I’ve not re-read Jane Eyre in ages, but I tend to think it would hold up just fine.

Author Celebration Reminder

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Please note that the next installment in the Semicolon Author Celebration Series takes place on Thursday, August 7th, as we celebrate the birthday of Newbery-award winning author, Betsy Byars. If you have something, anything, to say about Ms. Byars, please write it up and bring your link to the party on the 7th.