Archive | October 2009

Nonfiction Monday: Indians Who Lived in Texas by Betsy Warren

IMG_0323This out-of-print book by Texas author Betsy Warren gives details about the dress, food, and other customs of ten Native American groups that lived in the area we now call Texas. These tribes were the Caddo and the Wichita of Northeast Texas, the Karankawa, the Coahuiltecans, and the Atakapans of the Texas Gulf coast, the Jumanos who farmed in West Texas along the Rio Grande, the Tonkawa of Central Texas, and the hunting tribes of the West Texas plains: Kiowas, Lipan Apaches, and Comanches.

This book has been around for quite a while (first published in 1970), but the information and the treatment of the subject remain valid and respectful, other than the fact that the author uses the term “Indian” to refer to the native groups that lived in Texas. I gather that the preferred term is “Native American.”

I found two other books about native Texans while searching at Amazon and at my library’s website.

The first Texans: sixteen tribes of native peoples and how they lived by Carolyn Mitchell Burnett obviously covers more tribes of Indians. This book was published by Eakin Press in 1995.

Learn about– Texas Indians: a learning and activity book: color your own guide to the Indians that once roamed Texas, text and editorial direction by Georg Zappler. University of Texas Press, 2007. This one is the most up-to-date text that I found on the subject, but as noted, it’s a coloring book. My seventh and eighth graders might be a little insulted by being given a coloring book for informational purposes.

I think I’ll stick with Betsy Warren’s old stand-by survey of Texas Indians for my upcoming seventh/eighth grade Texas history class even if I have to buy multiple copies of the book from used book sellers. It’s a good book, 46 pages long, with pictures and maps showing the areas where each Native Texan tribe lived. Short, sweet, and informative. What more could you ask for?

Z-Baby’s Similes

Chrysler Building, New York City
My baby is eight years old, and I think she may become a poet, even though her reading abilities have yet to catch up with her intellectual abilities.

Her most recent similes include:

“When I get through brushing my hair, it’s gonna shine like the top of the Chrysler Building!”

“My feet stink like a cow that just manured!”

“I’m as tired as a baby horse!”

Hymn #14: Before the Throne of God Above

Original Title: The Advocate

Lyrics: Charitie Bancroft, 1863.

Music: SWEET HOUR by William Bradbury, 1861.

The following is a rendition of this hymn with a more recent tune written by Vikki Cook. Read here for more information on Ms. Cook and her tune setting for this hymn.

Theme: Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. Hebrews 4:14.

Jawan McGinnis: What majesty! What a promise of knowing that my name is graven on his heart and hands! What truth!

Before the throne of God above

I have a strong and perfect plea.

A great high Priest whose Name is Love

Who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on His hands,

My name is written on His heart.

I know that while in Heaven He stands

No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair

And tells me of the guilt within,

Upward I look and see Him there

Who made an end of all my sin.

Because the sinless Savior died

My sinful soul is counted free.

For God the just is satisfied

To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,

My perfect spotless righteousness,

The great unchangeable I AM,

The King of glory and of grace,

One in Himself I cannot die.

My soul is purchased by His blood,

My life is hid with Christ on high,

With Christ my Savior and my God!

I’ve never heard of this hymn set to any tune, but apparently it’s been recorded by Sonic Flood, Selah, Promise Keepers, Lou Fellingham (from Phatfish), Sojourn Church, GLAD, Shane and Shane, Matt Papa, and possibly others. Another modern classic?

Sunday Salon: Books Read in September, 2009

The Sunday Salon.comThe Associate by John Grisham. I purposely didn’t review this one. What’s happened to John Grisham? Or is it me? I used to find his books fun and absorbing. I was reading furiously to see what would happen next. The characters were funny, sarcastic, and idiosyncratic. However, The Associate is The Firm, redux, but not nearly as interesting the second time around. In fact, it’s as if someone rewrote a Grisham novel and tried to make it more predictable and dull. Either Grisham’s gotten old and stale, or I’m old and cranky.

Dying to Meet You (43 Old Cemetery Road) by Kate Klise. Illustrated by M. Sarah Klise. Fun. The author and the illustrator are sisters, by the way. The book is cute, and it’s the beginning of a series. It sort of reminded me of last year’s The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry.

How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff. Semicolon review here.

The Roar by Emma Clayton. Semicolon review here.

Cold Springs by Rick Riordan. I read it, but it wasn’t really my cup of tea. If you like gritty thrillers with a touch of philosophical/psychological musing thrown in for good measure, you might enjoy it more than I did.

The Log of a Cowboy by Andy Adams.

The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa. Semicolon review here.

The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan. A zombie book about a girl caught in a dying world. So-so, if you like zombies.

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins. I didn’t review this one since everyone else has already done so. Here’s my review of The Hunger Games, and you just need to know that Catching Fire is more of the same and, I thought, just as good.

Written in Bone: Buried Lives of Jamestown and Colonial Maryland by Sally M. Walker. Semicolon review here.

Andersonville by MacKinlay Kantor. Semicolon review here.

Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow by Jessica Day George. I like Ms. George’s books, the two I’ve read anyway. This one is a re-telling of the Norwegian fairy tale, East of the Sun West of the Moon.

Daisy Chain by Mary DeMuth. I liked this novel, BUT it’s a whodunnit without an answer to that question. There’s a promised sequel, but I still felt cheated.

The Log of a Cowboy by Andy Adams. Semicolon Texas Tuesday review here.

The Texan Scouts by Joseph Altsheler. Look for the review on Texas Tuesday this week.

A Murder for Her Majesty by Beth Hilgartner. Semicolon discussion here.

I reviewed these and a couple of others here for Texas Tuesday:
Comanche Song by Janice Shefelman.

Spirit of Iron by Janice Shefelman.

The Wolf’s Tooth by G. Clifton Wisler.

Best book read in September:

The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa.

Hymn #15: Christ the Lord Is Risen Today

Lyrics: Charles Wesley, 1739. Written in celebration of the first service of London’s first Wesleyan Chapel. This chapel was known as the Foundry Meeting House because Charles Wesley purchased an old foundry building to house his growing number of converts.

Music: EASTER HYMN, unknown author, first published in 1708.

Theme: For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures . . . I Corinthians 15:3-4.
Black Resurrection

Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say! Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high: Alleluia!
Sing ye heavens, thou earth reply. Alleluia!

Love’s redeeming work is done; Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won: Alleluia!
Lo, our Sun’s eclipse is o’er; Alleluia!
Lo, He sets in blood no more. Alleluia!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Alleluia!
Christ has burst the gates of hell. Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise; Alleluia!
Christ hath opened paradise. Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King! Alleluia!
Where, O Death is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save; Alleluia!
Where thy victory, O grave Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia!

What though once we perished all, Alleluia!
Partners in our parents’ fall? Alleluia!
Second life we all receive, Alleluia!
In our heavenly Adam live. Alleluia!

Risen with Him, we upward move, Alleluia!
Still we seek the things above, Alleluia!
Still pursue and kiss the Son, Alleluia!
Seated on his Father’s throne. Alleluia!
The Resurrected Jesus Reveals Himself to Mary Near the Tomb

Scarce on earth a thought bestow, Alleluia!
Dead to all we leave below; Alleluia!
Heaven our aim and loved abode, Alleluia!
Hid our life with Christ in God; Alleluia!

Hid till Christ, our Life, appear, Alleluia!
Glorious in His members here; Alleluia!
Joined to Him, we then shall shine, Alleluia!
All immortal, all divine. Alleluia!

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! Alleluia!
Praise to Thee by both be given! Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now: Alleluia!
Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Alleluia!

King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!
Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!
Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!

The “Alleluia” at the end of each line of the poem was not originally part of the Wesley’s hymn. An unknown editor added that responsive repetition to better fit words to music. Wesley’s original poem also had eleven verses, and I finally found all eleven in this post at Dr. Mark Roberts’ blog.

Also Known As Harper by Ann Haywood Leal

In this post at Chasing Ray, Collen asks a group of authors for children and young adults the following questions:

Do you think historic MG & YA fiction addresses socioeconomic status more effectively than contemporary titles? How important do you think it is for readers to identify with protagonists of their own socioeconomic background? Do you need to read about people with the same financial struggles you have or in times of trouble is it better just to live vicariously? Are realistic titles of this type just too much of a downer? If the book is about fitting in or teen love or friendship, does it help or hinder to drop those details into the plot? Is socioeconomic fantasy just a new kind of fantasy – as out of this world as vamps and wizards and just as much fun? Are we in literary denial or just willfully trying to conjure a more carefree world?

Take a look at their answers; it’s long but worth a read if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

I link to the discussion here because in Ann Haywood Leal’s Also Known As Harper, the socioeconomic status of the family in the book is the main focus of the story, and it works, sort of. Harper Lee Morgan is a poet, the daughter of an alcoholic father and a hard-working mother, and Harper is also the one who has to take care of her little brother Hemingway while Mom tries to find enough work to keep the family from being evicted from their rental house. A lot of the story is rather dark as Harper and her family move from their house to a run down motel to an even more rundown shack in the woods with no plumbing or electricity. As a source of hope Harper has her poetry, and the ending of the story is hopeful, if a bit unrealistic.

Still, I’m not sure that this story would appeal so much to children who are actually living through the circumstances described in the book. I tend to think those children would prefer Narnia or a middle/upper class family like the Moffats or even the Cassons, something to aspire to or dream about. In fact, the family in Also Known As Harper fixates on To Kill a Mockingbird, and Atticus Finch in particular, to feed their fantasies of a better life. The children I can imagine embracing this book are those who are metaphorically “slumming” when they read it, children who want to know how the other half lives. And some of them might have a sense of compassion and even empathy aroused by reading about Harper Lee and her struggles.

From Colleen’s post:
Jenny Davidson: “Details like this are so telling, so vivid, and obviously novels are one of the ways that we get a sense of lives other than our own…”
Zetta Elliot: “I do sometimes worry that white middle-class readers are drawn to such books out of a perverse desire to be voyeurs—impoverished urban blacks are “exotic,” and the dysfunction of their world leads to titillation rather than sympathy or understanding.”
Mayra Lazara Dole: “I know there are many of us who’d love to read stories written by authors who’ve experienced poverty, as well as novels that entertain and have you living vicariously. Exposing how others live through authentic lit might change the lives of teens . . . for the better.”

What good books would you recommend for children and young adults that feature characters living in poverty or in lower middle class financial stress? How does this choice of socioeconomic class on the part of an author affect the book and its characters’ choices?

Andersonville by MacKinlay Kantor

The front page of the copy of this Pulitzer prize-winning novel that I got from the library says that MacKinlay Kantor “planned the writing of Andersonville, his masterwork, for twenty-five years.” I can believe it. The novel is 750 pages long and almost unbelievably detailed in its treatment of the Confederate prison of war camp at Andersonville, Georgia. The style of writing is a little odd. The book is mostly made up of short story or novelette length vignettes of the experiences of different people, mostly men, in and around the prison. A few characters persist throughout the entire book–the Claffey family who own a plantation just outside the prison, another family of poor whites who live nearby. The Yankee prisoners themselves and the prison guards and Confederate officers who run the prison move through the book, making appearances, telling their own stories, but mostly they don’t survive. Sometimes we read from the perspective of one of these prisoners, and then the writing becomes almost esoteric, as the reader partakes of the stream of consciousness, muddled thoughts and actions of disease-ridden and psychologically confused, sometimes delirious, men.

What I took away from the book was a reminder that there really is evil in the world, that Auschwitz and the killing fields of Cambodia, are sadly not the only examples of men treating men like animals, and worse. Interestingly, although Kantor seems to have some sympathy for the Confederates caught on the losing end of a war that they saw as a battle for the survival of their way of life, nowhere does the book make the excuse for Andersonville that I have read before: that the Confederates themselves were malnourished and drained of resources and could not adequately feed or house thousands of Yankee prisoners. In the book, at least, there is plenty of food, just outside the prison walls, and the Claffeys and their neighbors even offer to help provide for the prisoners. But the cruelty of a few officers overrides any attempt to alleviate conditions at Andersonville. In this novel the infamous Captain Henry Wirz, commander of the prison, is a stupid, cruel German (reminding me again of Auschwitz) dictator whose wish is for all of the Yankees to die. And Wirz’s supervisor, General Winder, who is in charge of all of the Confederate prisoner of war camps, is even worse, if that is possible. The two of them make no excuses for their behavior; they are fighting their own war, against the Yankees, even those in prison. (No Geneva convention here.)

Andersonville won its Pulitzer Prize in 1956, several years after the horrors of the Holocaust of Hiter’s Germany had been revealed and somewhat assimilated, so I imagine that the echoes of those WW II atrocities are not unintended. The stories of how some of the Yankee prisoners at Andersonville kept some kind of human dignity even under the most degrading circumstances, and of how some became evil predators themselves, parallel stories of Hitler’s concentration camps and the conditions and choices made there. Andersonville is a disturbing book, but worth slogging through for the lessons and reminders it gives: evil can happen here, and good people can become enmeshed in that evil.

The Cybils Are Coming! The Cybils Are Coming!

I’m, as Melissa puts it, ridiculously excited, because I get to help chose the finalist for the Middle Grade Fiction for the Cybils again this year. And look at the wonderful bloggers that I get to work alongside. Expect to see lots of new children’s fiction reviews in the next couple of months.

Panel Organizer: Kerry Millar, Shelf Elf

Panelists (Round I Judges):

Sherry Early, Semicolon
Melissa Fox, Book Nut
Abby Johnson, Abby the Librarian
Kyle Kimmal, The Boy Reader
Becky Laney, Becky’s Book Reviews
Sarah Mulhern, The Reading Zone
Sandra Stiles, Musings of a Book Addict

Round II Judges:

Kimberly Baker, Wagging Tales
Stacy Dillon, Welcome to my Tweendom
Monica Edinger, Educating Alice
David Elzey, Excelsior File
Kerry Millar (see panel organizer)

Nominations are open for the Cybils, blogger awarded book recognition for children’s and young adult literature, now through October 15th. Nominate your favorite books published since last fall at the Cybils blog.

Hymn #16: O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Lyrics; Attributed to Bernard of Clairvoux (12th century).
Translated from Latin to English by James Waddel Alexander.

Music: Original melody composed by Hans Leo Hassler. This melody was first used for the German version of the hymn in 1656. Then, Johann Sebastian Bach used his arrangement of the melody in his St. Matthew’s Passion and his Christmas Oratorio. Therefore, the tune has become closely associated with Bach.

Theme: Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2.

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

I found this acoustic guitar rendition via Brandywine Books:

Hymn #17: In Christ Alone

Lyrics: Stuart Townend

Music: Keith Getty

Theme: “Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved.”
Acts 4:12

The story of the composition of the contemporary worship hymn, In Christ Alone.

“I’ve been amazed by the response to this song,” says Townend. “We’ve had some incredible e-mails about how people have been helped by the song through incredibly difficult circumstances.”

One e-mail described how a U.S soldier serving in Iraq would pray through each verse of the song every day, and how the promises of God’s protection and grace helped to sustain him through the enormous pressures and dangers of life in a war zone.

Adrian Warnock interviews Keith Getty.

Adrian Warnock interviews Stuart Townend.

Jared (Gospel-Driven Church) has posted the lyrics and a youtube rendition of this hymn.

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

We sing this modern hymn, that is yet so grounded in the historic Christian faith and doctrine that it sounds tried and tested, in my church frequently. Each time we sing it I am reminded of the basic creed of the Christian church throughout history: We stand complete before God clothed in the life, death and resurrection of Christ alone.

I think this one is destined to become a classic, moving toward the top of the list.