Archive by Author | Sherry

Camilla by Madeleine L’Engle

This book is the second book I’ve read in my plan to read or re-read all of Ms. L’Engle’s books this year. The first one I read was A Winter’s Love, published in 1957. Camilla, published several years earlier in 1951, deals with the same themes of the later book: marital compatibility and infidelity and the effect of marital problems on young adult children forced to confront their parents’ imperfections. I think A Winter’s Love shows some growth and maturity in the author’s ability to confront these issues, but Camilla is a very “young adult” sort of book, full of teen angst and idealism and some progress toward maturity on the part of the young protagonist.

Camilla is fifteen years old, but as a child of the 1940’s and a child of wealthy parents, she’s led a sheltered life. She acts more like a twelve or thirteen year old in our day and time, which I think is a sad commentary on the way we encourage our children to grow up faster and sooner nowadays. That aside, Camilla begins with the line: “I knew as soon as I got home Wednesday that Jacques was there with my mother.

And so Camilla must grow up and deal with the fact that her mother is having an affair and her father is unable to express his love for Camilla’s mother in a way that will keep her from pursuing another man. Throughout the novel, Camilla tries to hide from the truth of her parent’s failings, longs to crawl back into some safe place where her mother and father take care of her instead of betraying her trust, but it’s not possible. She finds safety and comfort for a while in her budding romantic friendship with her best friend’s older brother, but that relationsip, too, is imperfect and impermanent.

Finally, facts and science and her ambition to become an astronomer give at least a place of retreat and stability in a world that has become dreadfully unpredictable. Camilla’s plight mirrors the plight of the world at large in the late forties/early fifties, just recovering from a world war and fairly sure that another war is inevitable. David, one of the characters in the novel, says as much, “Always another war . . Always has been, always will be. Frank will go off to it and he’ll come back looking like me, or he’ll come back blind, or without hands, or arms. Or not at all. Or perhaps I am being optmistic. Maybe there won’t be anything to come back to.”

Camilla’s facing life and choosing life even though her parents can no longer be her protectors is likened to the intelligentsia facing the facts about life in the modern world where war destroys and maims and kills. The idea is that people are powerless to stop the madness of war and evil, but individuals are able to choose to respond to life with perseverance and spirit. It’s a kind of a “do not go gentle into that good night” attitude that serves the main characters in the novel as a philosophy of life.

Camilla and her boyfriend, Frank, discuss God quite a bit, but they talk more about the kind of God they don’t believe in than the one they do. Both profess a belief in God, but they’re obviously confused about His place in the universe and the about the whole question of how and why God allows evil to continue. They say they don’t believe it’s God’s will for “bad things to happen to good people,” but they haven’t figured out how God does work in the world. (Neither have I totally figured that one out, for that matter.) Frank has a theory that resembles reincarnation, but involves people being reborn on other planets “until at last we’d finally know and understand everything—absolutely everything—and then maybe we’d be ready for heaven.”

I don’t think that Ms. L’Engle really became committed to any sort of orthodox Christian worldview until after this novel was written, so it’s not surprising that the characters in the novel are torn between a belief in some kind of God and a desire for a doctrine that enables human to somehow perfect themselves. In later novels, this religious dead end drops away, and L’Engle’s characters are much more drawn to a specifically Christian outlook on the world. However, her novels never do become preachy nor her characters even completely orthodox in their theology. People are still people in L’Engle’s novels, and that’s a good thing in view of the discussion about “contrived fiction” that we had a few posts ago.

Camilla was L’Engle’s fourth novel, and it reads like an early effort. It was republished in 1965. How much changed, I don’t know. Nevertheless, the novel is well worth the reading for fans of Ms. L’Engle’s fiction. Camilla Dickinson, the character, reappears as an elderly astronomer in the 1996 novel A Live Coal in the Sea.

Veni, Vidi, Vici

I watched the webcast of the ALA book awards, including the Newbery and Caldecott awards for 2007. I was inspired. I’ve wanted to go on a journey of my own for a long time through all the Newbery Award and Honor books, starting in 1922 when the Newbery Award was first given. I want to read all the books. I also want to think about how children’s literature has changed since 1922, how our tastes in children’s literature have changed, how many of the books are still worthwhile and accessible to today’s children and young adults.

SO this is the year I start my journey. My plan is to read one Newbery award or honor book each week. I’ll start as far back as I can, but many of the early award and especially the honor books are no longer in print and not available from the library. Each Thursday I’ll post the title of the Newbery book that I plan to read for the following week. If anyone wants to join me on my journey, you’ll have the weekend to get a copy of the book of the week and start reading. I plan to read many of these books with my children, so you’ll get their reactions and evaluations, too.

Then on Sunday evening I’ll post my thoughts on the Newbery Book of the Week. If you read any of the books, you are welcome to post your thoughts, too, and I’ll link to your post. Or you can leave your thoughts in the comments for all of us to read.

By the way, the winner of this year’s Newbery Award for Distinguished Children’s Literature is Susan Patron for The Higher Power of Lucky. It was nominated for the Cybil Award, and I already have a hold request on it at the library. But I haven’t read it.

Go here for a list of all the Newbery Award and Honor books.

Well, I haven’t conquered yet, but a journey starts with a single step—or book, as the case may be.

Desperate Journey by Jim Murphy

That’s what she felt like, Maggie realized. A boiler filled with steam, wanting to go and go fast, but held in place, steam pressure building and building.

Nice description. I’ve felt that way.

Author Jim Murphy is well-known for his nonfiction titles about historical events, including The Great Fire about the Chicago fire of 1871, Blizzard: The Storm That Changed America, and An American Plague: The True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1793. He’s won the Newbery Honor twice and other awards.

Desperate Journey is different, however, since it’s a fictional account set in 1848 of the life of a twelve year girl, Maggie Haggerty, and her family, living on a canal boat on the Erie Canal. In historical fiction the author must tell a made-up story with all the drama and details of history, but that comes across as both plausible and interesting. Mr. Murphy does a fine job of creating characters and a story that draw the reader in and keep us invested in the outcome of the story. Maggie and her family have lots of obstacles to overcome, and they do what needs to be done in spite of the difficulties. I guess you could say they’re examples of inspiring characters in historical fiction.

I’m working on a post on “God talk” in children’s literature, a continuation of some thoughts I had after reading MotherReader’s post on Hattie Big Sky. Desperate Journey is certainly another example of a book in which God and talk about God play a role. Maggie and her mother and brother are caught in desperate race to get a load of cargo down the canal, and God sends help in the form of a strange character who sees visions and hears God speaking to him in dreams. It’s a sort of a “touched by an angel” situation, but there is little indication that the visionary character, Billy Black, is anyone other than a man with a troubled past, redeemed and sent to help Maggie and her family in their desperate journey. The God talk is an integral part of the story, and Maggie reacts to all this talk of visions and messages from God as one would expect a normal twelve year girl to react—with skepticism and a bit of curiosity. Billy Black remains a mysterious character all the way through the novel, and I enjoyed that bit of ambiguity.

Desperate Journey would make a fine addition to the American history curriculum. I would recommend it to homeschoolers who use Sonlight or Tapestry of Grace, curricula that make heavy use of historical fiction to teach history. I think I’ll add it to our read-aloud list for the next time we cycle through U.S. history.

Contests, Awards, and Carnivals

A new Short story contest is being co-sponsored by the blog Faith in Fiction and by Relief Journal. Entries are due by mid-March, and the theme is “daily sacrament.”

“We are celebrating the release of our beautiful new poetry anthology, The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems, with a poetry contest. Children ages 12 and under are invited to submit original poetry to have a chance to win a signed copy! Winners will receive special mention on our website.”
Hidden-Treasure
Jules at Everyday Mommy is hosting the Hidden Treasure Blog Awards recognizing writing excellence. Her goal is to recognize those under-read bloggers who have written excellent posts in various categories. Nominations open on February 1st.

The Tenth Carnival of Children’s Literature is open for your enjoyment at Big A little a. Kelly’s got lots of links for all lovers of children’s books.

Also for those interested in children’s books, the live webcast announcement for the 2007 Newbery, Caldecott, Coretta Scott King, and Prinz Awards should be available at 9:45 AM CST today, January 22nd, here. Text announcement here.

In March, you’re invited to the Ultimate Blog Party hostessed by 5 Minutes for Mom. The blog world is just full of ideas, so join in. Ultimate Blog Party

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 19th

A day for weirdness and horror:

Patricia Highsmith, b. 1921. We used to rent DVDs from Clean Films, movies that had been edited to remove profanity and nudity. One of the films we rented has become something of a family joke, The Talented Mr. Ripley, based on the novel by Patricia Highsmith. I think something was definitely lost in the editing; it was a very confusing movie experience for us, and by the time we realized what the movie was all about and that we really didn’t want to watch it at all, it was too late. I still can’t watch a movie with Matt Damon and feel comfortable with whatever character he’s playing; I’m always afraid he might turn into Mr. Ripley before the end of the movie. Anyway I read Strangers on a Train also by Patricia Highsmith last year. The characters in that book are rather disturbed, too.

January 19th is also the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe. I posted in 2005 on Poe’s birthday about Tintinabulation and in 2004 about my favorite poem, Annabel Lee.
I also wrote about the Poe forgery, Leonainie. Does anyone know without looking who the forger was?
Finally, have you heard about the Poe Toaster? He comes in the night every January 19th and leaves a half-filled bottle of cognac and three roses on Poe’s grave. Some unknown person has performed this ritual every year since 1949.

Poetry and Fine Art Friday: Poe and Manet

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door —
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more.”

You can go to this website, called Knowing Poe, to hear John Astin reciting Poe’s most famous poem, The Raven.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!

May your Friday be filled with alliteration, assonance, and not one encounter with a demonic raven, rapping at your chamber door, that captures your soul to release it nevermore.

You can find the round-up of links for Poetry Friday at Big A little a.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 18th

Alan Alexander Milne, b. 1882
The Most Important Book I Read in College and other Milne links.
Favorite Pooh quotes.
In 2006, I read Milne’s autobiography, entitled It’s Too Late Now. It gave the impression of a man rather surprised by his own success, but also grateful for it.

Did you know that Milne wrote a parody of Conan Doyle and of Pope called “The Rape of the Sherlock”?

His first book was called Lovers in London, a collection of sketches about a young Englishman and his American sweetheart. Doesn’t that sound sweet? Milne was ashamed of the book and said that he hoped it never came back into print.

He wrote plays and was a good friend of J.M. Barrie, also a playwright.

Dorothy Parker wrote a very critical review of The House at Pooh Corner to which Milne responded that he didn’t write it for Dorothy Parker but rather for the children who loved Pooh. ” . . . no writer of children’s books says gaily to his publisher, ‘Don’t bother about the children, Mrs Parker will love it.'”

Quotes:

Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere. (Autobiography, 225)

“For myself I have now no faith in miraculous conception. I have given it every chance. I have spent many mornings at Lord’s hoping that inspiration would come, many days on golf courses; I have even gone to sleep in the afternoon, in case inspiration cared to take me completely by surprise. In vain. The only way I can get an idea is to sit at my desk and dredge for it.” (Autobiography)

When I am gone
Let Shepard decorate my tomb
And put (if there is room)
Two pictures on the stone:
Piglet, from page a hundred and eleven
And Pooh and Piglet walking (157)…
And Peter, thinking that they are my own,
Will welcome me to heaven.

Contrived Fiction

I’m reading a book that was recommended to me by several people and that sounded as if it would be a good story. The setting is interesting to me, the writing is adequate, but the plot and the characters seem flat, sort of unrealistic. The best descriptor I could find was “contrived.”

I’m not going to name the book because I don’t like criticizing authors who are living and not rich and might google their name and see my less-than-encouraging and less-than-authorative opinion. However, I will tell you that the book was published by a major Christian publisher. And that puts the book itself in the class of so-called “Christian fiction.” I’ve read some excellent stuff published by Christian publishers in the past couple of years. River Rising by Athol Dickson and Winter Birds by Jamie Langston Turner were as good as any book I read last year and better than most. But often when I read “Christian fiction,” the books, no matter where they’re set or what they’re about, have the same tone and feel to them. It’s something I find difficult to put my finger on exactly, but the plot and the dialog feel contrived, manipulated to make a point about the author’s spiritual beliefs. It feels wrong and annoys me as a Christian; I can only imagine what non-Christians who pick up one of these books think.

I’d like to give specific examples, but again I don’t really want to give the title away. Maybe it won’t be too much to say that the characters in the novel are not only Christians, but they also have specific ideas about how the Christian life should be lived out. And they talk about those ideas —a lot. And I feel as if I’m being taught a Bible study rather than told a story. The plot is basic romance: boy meets girl, complications, resolution, boy gets girl. There are complicating characters and misunderstandings thrown in to lengthen the novel and make a story, and that’s exactly how it feels —as if the minor characters are there to serve and strengthen the action and make the story go. They’re not real. The setting is the best thing the novel has going for it; it’s set in one of those places that I long to visit but probably never will, and I imagine I kept reading partly to get to the descriptions of the place and its rather peculiar customs.

There is probably lots mainstream fiction that is published with these same problems: a contrived plot, flat characters, preachiness. However, I don’t read chick-lit or romance novels, so I guess I don’t read the stuff that would make me have the same complaints about regular bookstore fiction. I still maintain that Christian authors shoul be better, not worse, than their secular counterparts. And even romance can be written with flair and intelligence.

What are your favorite romantic novels, and what is it that distinguishes them from the run-of-mill Harlequin or chick-lit or Christian sermonette novel?

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John LeCarre

I read on Wikipedia that John LeCarre actually was a spy for the British espionage unit M-16, and that his cover was blown and his career ended by double agent Kim Philby. Gerald, the Soviet double agent in the book, is to some extent a portrait of Kim Philby, and the protagonist George Smiley is “modelled on former Lincoln (College) rector Vivian H. H. Green.”

So the novel has some basis in fact and history. I thought it was a good book, but I did have some trouble following the plot. Between the British slang and the dated slang (published in 1974) and, most of all, the spy-talk, I was lost a good deal of the time. Then, too, I have the unfortunate habit of skimming over sections whenever I lose the thread of the story looking for a place to pick it up again. I often do this skimming unconsciously, and I sometimes skip right over the thread I needed to find.

So I may have missed a few details, but I got the gist of the story. George Smiley is an unwillingly retired M-16 agent who’s called back in to deal with a possible Soviet double agent entrenched in the highest echelons of M-16. The novel tells about how Smiley goes about finding the double agent, and it also deals with the lack of trust fostered by an environment whose stock in trade is betrayal. In Smiley/LeCarre’s M-16, no one fully trusts anyone, with good cause. I didn’t understand how Smiley knew exactly who to interview in order to figure who the Soviet “mole” was, but I suppose it was buried somewhere in the jargon.

So it’s a spy novel with a theme, trust and the lack of trust, and betrayal in politics and in realtionships. (Smiley’s wife, by the way, is cheating on him and has been for quite some time, a fact that is not without significance in the world of LeCarre’s spy story.) I read that there are two more novels by Le Carre featuring the retired spymaster, George Smiley. I probably won’t look for them anytime soon, but if you’re interested in a spy novel with a little more depth than James Bond, you might take a look at Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. Then ‘splain the nuances to me.

Children of Men: The Movie

On Saturday a couple of the older urchins and I went to see the movie Children of Men, based on a book by P.D. James by the same name. It’s rated R and deserves the rating. The language is monotonously foul, and there’s an inordinate amount of blood and violence. I also think the powers-that-made the movie tried to inject a political message into a story that was not originally about homeland security or illegal immigration.

Nevertheless, the movie has a message that shines through the language, the violence and the political agenda. A fallen world without children is shown to be a world without hope, and the birth of a child brings back hope despite the darkness and despair that permeate the movie’s near-future setting. The baby, as a living, breathing symbol, is so powerful in contrast to all the shooting and profanity of a world gone mad. I can see why the movie was released on Christmas; there are definite echoes of the Christmas story in the movie’s setting, characters, and plot.

The two main characters, Clive Owen as Theo and Clare-Hope Ashitey as Kee, were well acted and emotionally engaging. While it was obvious that Michael Caine as an aging hippie-type was playing a part and enjoying it immensely, the two actors that had to carry the movie did so with a verisimilitude that made me feel as if they were the characters they were portraying. They should both be nominated for an Academy Award.

I would suggest that reading the book by P.D. James would be twice as beneficial as seeing the movie, but the movie has a value of its own. I don’t see how even liberal, anti-Bush, pro-immigration activists could miss the central idea that “salvation” comes not by revolution or by journalistic propaganda (power to the people), but by means of a child, a child of promise. Much of the Christian symbolism and truth was drained from James’s story as it made its way from book to movie script, but the twin truths of the hopeless state of our world and the only source of renewed hope are at the heart of the story and couldn’t be completely disguised or eliminated.

See the movie only if you have a high tolerance for violence and profanity, although again it has redeeming value; read the book by all means.