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Two Books by Nevil Shute

On the Beach by British author Nevil Shute was published in 1957, the same year I was born. It tells the story of the last survivors of a nuclear war that has left enough radioactive fallout to eventually blanket the entire globe and annihilate all humankind. Almost the last inhabitable places are near Melbourne in southern Australia. The book is set in and near Melbourne and begins with T.S. Eliot’s famous words:

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river . . .

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


On the Beach may be the saddest book I’ve ever read. I’d add it to my list of Best Tear-Jerkers, but it’s not exactly a tear-jerker. It’s just ineffably sad. The world is ending with a whimper, and Shute describes the effect of that sort of hopeless situation on a group of rather ordinary people. I have a few quibbles with the way he describes it all; I think there might be more religion, and more violence at the same time, in such a world, but maybe it would be just as Shute says. I hope I never live in such a time and place to find out. This book was fascinating, in a morbid sort of way, but it’s as close as I want to get to the edge of hopelessness.

Nevil Shute Norway was an aviation engineer who started his own aircraft company and worked on the development of secret weapons for the British during World War II. Before and after the war, he worked as a novelist and wrote a total of twenty-four novels. He’s said to be better at plots than at characterization, but I found his characters in On the Beach and A Town Like Alice, the other of his books I read, to be quite memorable. Commander Dwight Towers of the U.S. Navy is a law-abiding faithful Dobbin of a ship’s captain who nevertheless is attracted to Moira, an Australian party girl. Jean Paget, in A Town Like Alice, is a heroine of uncommon depth and character although it takes a war and the Australian outback to bring out all the resources she finds within herself.

I must say something more about A Town Like Alice, especially since it was my favorite of the two books by Nevil Shute that I read. If the the two books have a common theme it’s that of ordinary people responding to extraordinary circumstances with courage and ingenuity. Much more upbeat than On the Beach, A Town Like Alice is a novel in two parts. The first part is about Jean Paget, one of eighty women captured by the Japanese on the Malay pennisula and then marched from place to place because their captors don’t know what to do with them. (This first part of the novel is based on a true event that happened in Sumatra rather than Malaya.) The second part of the story takes place in Australia as Jean comes to see that she is more than just a survivor; she’s also a builder, able to grow and thrive in the Australian desert.

Engineer Nevil Shute Norway does know how to tell a good story. I recommend both of the books I read. Just don’t choose On the Beach for a day when you’re already depressed about life and the world in general. It’s more appropriate for the times when you’re feeling a little cocky and need a bit of a sobering reality check. A Town Like Alice is useful for inspiration and a good, decent story.

On the Beach and A Town Like Alice have both been made into movies, each one twice in fact. The 1959 version of On the Beach starred Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Fred Astair, and Anthony Perkins. Nevil Shute hated the movie, but it made him famous and probably scared the heck out of a whole bunch of people.

Links:
Nevil Shute Norway Foundation.
Will Duquette at View from the Foothills has reviewed several of Nevil Shute’s novels.

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Favorite Fall Recipe

An Illustration of an Onion

1015 Surprise Casserole
Best made with Texas 1015 super-sweet onions, so-named because they are planted Oct. 15.

2 eggs
1/4 cup butter
3/4 cup light cream (or half-and half)
3 medium 1015 super-sweet onions, chopped
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups grated Swiss Cheese, divided
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 cup crushed saltine crackers, divided
2 tablespoons melted butter

Melt 1/4 cup butter in large skillet and saute onions until tender. Place half the onions in a 1 1/2-quart deep-dish pie pan. Sprinkle 1 cup Swiss cheese and 1/2 cup cracker crumbs over onions. Repeat layers of onions and cheese. Beat eggs with cream, salt and pepper. Pour evenly over onion mixture
Melt 2 tablespoons butter in skillet and stir in remaining creacker crumbs. Lightly brown, then sprinkle crumbs over casserole. Bake at 350 degrees 25 minutes. Makes 6 to 8 servings. An excellent accompaniment to roast beef or ham.
Enjoy!

Week 7 of World Geography: Japan


Music:
Franz Peter Schubert—C Major Symphony
A Little Schubert–Goffstein
Franz Schubert and His Merry Friends–Wheeler

Mission Study:
1. Window on the World: Japan
2. Bold Bearers of His Name: Kanzo Uchimura
3. WotW: Buddhism

Poems:
Haiku

Science:
Atoms and Molecules

Nonfiction Read Aloud:
Commodore Perry in the Land of the Shogun–Blumberg

Fiction Read Alouds:
Li Lun, Lad of Courage–Treffinger
Born in the Year of Courage–Crofford

Picture Books:
Take a Trip to Japan—Ashby
Hachiko, the True Story of a Loyal Dog—Turner
The Bicycle Man—Say
The Funny Little Woman—Mosel
Crow Boy—Yashima
Umbrella–Yashima

Elementary Readers:
The Master Puppeteer-Paterson
The Big Wave–Buck
Takao and Grandfather’s Sword–Uchida
Sadako and the 1000 Paper Cranes–Coerr
Easy Origami–Montroll

Movies: Are there any good (English) family movies set in Japan? I’m coming up blank. I don’t really want WW 2 because that would probably present an American point of view.

Stay tuned for more on Japan next week. . . .

Banned Books Week: Celebrate Freedom


“In Libya, there are no independent broadcast or print media, an anachronism even by Middle East standards.”

“Equatorial Guinea has one private broadcaster; its owner is the president’s son . . . The U.S. State Department reported in 2005 that foreign celebrity and sports publications were available for sale but no newspapers, and that there were no bookstores or newsstands.”

“In Burma, citizens risk arrest for listening to the BBC in public.”
—From Committee to Protect Journalists List of 10 Most Censored Countries.

Banned in Iran
Not Without My Daughter by Betty Mahmoody

Banned in Cuba:
Diary of the Cuban Revolution by Carlos Franqui
A Way of Hope by Lech Walesa
Sakharov Speaks by Andrei Sakharov
El Pasado de una Iilusion by Francois Furet
Living in Truth by Vaclav Havel
The Country of 13 Million Hostages by C.A. Montaner
The Magic Lantern by Tomothy Garton Ash
The Art of the Impossible by Vaclav Havel
Toward a Civil Society by Vaclav Havel
Cuba’s Repressive Machinery by Human Rights Watch
L’ile du Docteur Castro by Corinne Cumerlato and Denis Rouseau
1984 by George Orwell
Letter to the Soviet Leaders by Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn
Castro’s Daughter by Alina Fernandez
Persona non Grata by Jorge Edwards

Banned in Malaysia:
Mona Johulan, The Bargaining for Israel: In the Shadow of Armageddon (Bridge-Logos Publishers,
United States)
Mathew S Gordon, Islam (Oxford University Press)
Trudie Crawford, Lifting the Veil (Apple of Gold, United States)
Bobby S Sayyid, A Fundamental Fear of Eurocentrism and the Emergence of Islamism (Zed Books
Ltd, United Kingdom)
Dr Anis A Shorrosh, Islam Revealed – A Christian Arab’s View of Islam (Thomas Nelson Publishers,
USA)
John L Esposito, What Everyone Needs to Know About Islam (Oxford University Press)
Christine Mallouhi, Mini Skirts Mothers & Muslims (Monarch Books)
Karen Armstrong, The Battle for God: Fundamentalism in Judaism, Christianity and Islam (Harper
Collins, UK)

I realize that many of my readers are not going to like my take on Banned Books Week. I do not believe that there are any “banned books” in the United States of America in 2006.

The American Library Association website for Banned Books Week does not list one single book that has been banned by any government entity in the United States of America in 2006. Some books are challenged every year, usually by parents who are concerned that a particular piece of literature is not appropriate for the children or young people to whom it is being taught or made available in the library. Some of these challenges are ridiculous; others have some merit. Saying that a book is not appropriate for a particular age group or even actually removing a book from an elementary school library is not the same as “banning” that book. ALA defines “challenged” as an attempt to ban.

If I say publicly that it is not appropriate to teach Hamlet or Lolita to fourth graders or not appropriate to have those works in an elementary school library, am I attempting to “ban books” or am I suggesting that the selection criteria of the librarians and teachers are poorly suited to the children they are serving? (Actually, I think Hamlet would be fine for kids although some portions of the plot and thematic material would be over the heads of most fourth graders. I’m just picking somewhat random examples.) I attended library school and heard librarians say, with a straight face, that when they chose to not purchase Nancy Drew books or comic books, the process was called “selection,” but when parents or citizens tried to voice their opinions about what should or should not be purchased by the libraries that they support with their taxes, it was “censorship.” Librarians were an elite group of educated professionals who knew how to “select ” library materials; others were yokels who were out to keep information out of the hands of the people, book-banners.

“Censorship occurs when expressive materials, like books, magazines, films and videos, or works of art, are removed or kept from public access.” The truth is, if you use the ALA definition of censorship, librarians “ban” books every day because they cannot purchase every book that is published. They keep those books they cannot or will not purchase from public access. The only difference is that the librarians are assumed to have good motives, to provide as many materials as possible to the lbrary’s patrons, and the public citizens are assumed to have bad motives, to keep materials out of the hands of others. Could we possibly judge each case of citizens questioning or challenging the purchase of certain books or materials on its own merits instead of lumping them all together as instances of book banning?

Truly, no one in the U.S. is completely denied access to any piece of information or literature that he or she wants to read, except in cases of parental oversight or obscenity or financial limitations (can’t afford to buy everything I want to read). Citizens of other countries are not so blessed. Perhaps we should focus on those places where there is true government censorship and attempt to shame them into granting the freedom that we already enjoy here in the U.S.

Goodbye Summer; Hello Autumn: A Potpourri

Lots of my fellow bloggers have been saying good-bye to Summer and greeting Autumn with lists and plans and fond farewells. Here in Houston, we may wish for autumn to come, may long for the sweet relief of cooler weather and lower electricity bills, but pretending that the end of August or the beginning of school or the day after Labor Day is really the beginning of autumn is farcical. We can only start pretending on the first official day of fall: September 23rd, the autumnal equinox. Mind you, the weather hasn’t arrived yet, but we can start pretending. Let the longing for autumn begin! After all, Autumn is only a state of mind.

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Here’s my favorite autumn poem:

Vagabond Song by Bliss Carmon
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood–
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Bloggers Celebrate Autumn

Dawn lists her autumn delights, in many of which I share her joy.

Queen Shenaynay says goodbye to summer and lists her accomplishments for the season past. She says she didn’t do as much as she would have wished, but I’m totally impressed by what she did do. How would you like to come over and clean out my closets, O Queen of the Beehive?

Fa-So-La-La. also of the Beehive, has an equally impressive list and farewell to summer.

MotherReader lists the accomplishments of the summer and wishes everyone a Happy School Year.

Lars Walker says that September 8th was the first day of fall in Minnesota “in terms of the nuance in the air.”

Cindy of Dominion Family is looking forward to fall.

Kim’s Hiraeth: Autumn Harvest Soup

Steve at Flos Carmeli asks all poet-bloggers to join in his linked haiku with an autumn theme in the post, An Invitation to Versify.

Journey Woman associates fall with Robert Frost’s Mending Wall. I agree that Frost is a fall/winter poet. Snow, New England, fall work on the farm, trees–these are the images that I think of when I think of Frost. I like Robert Frost. Is he out of fashion now?

And the Seventh Carnival of Children’s Literature at Wands and Worlds has a fall harvest theme. Sheila Ruth has lots of good, fall, bookish links for lovers of children’s literature to enjoy.

As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider-press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies . . . The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving



Question: Why are used copies of Mousekin’s Golden House selling for over $50.00 on Amazon, but the rest of the Mousekin books are available at reasonable prices?

Fall Curriculum Helps
Preschool Activities for Fall

Pumpkin Poems and Songs

Why do leaves change color in the fall? An explanation and two related science experiments.

In Living Color: Fall Leaves, a homeschool fall unit study.

It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Fall Book Lists:

Seasonal Soundings’ Autumn Reading Challenge, a delightful collection of lists of what various participating bloggers plan to read this autumn.

New York Daily News

Washington Post

Autumn Unit Study from Seven Pillars Booknook
Autumn Booklist from the same source

Top 10 Books About Fall Literature

Librarian Pam Miech writes in the Providence (RI) Journal about fall food books, specifically books about pumpkins and apples. Someday, I’d like to do a whole year of homeschool in which we just do unit studies on different foods: apples, pumpkins, pecans, bread, rice, peanuts, beans, etc. In fact, a series of blog posts outlining unit studies on those foods and presenting resources for such a study would be fun, too. But Ms. Miech has already done apples and pumpkins for me.

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Don’t forget to contribute to Dawn’s (By Sun and Candlelight) Early Autumn Field Day. Any posts or pictures about nature of any kind are welcome, and the deadline is Monday, September 25th.

SEPTEMBER MORN
Written by Neil Diamond and Gilbert Becaud

Stay for just a while
Stay, and let me look at you
It’s been so long, I hardly knew you
Standing in the door
Stay with me a while
I only wanna talk to you
We’ve traveled halfway ’round the world
To find ourselves again

September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel that way

Look at what you’ve done
Why, you’ve become a grown-up girl
I still can hear you crying
In a corner of your room
And look how far we’ve come
So far from where we used to be
But not so far that we’ve forgotten
How it was before

September morn
Do you remember how we danced that night away
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel that way

1979 Stonebridge Music (ASCAP)

In addition to Robert Frost, I also like Neil Diamond. I have eclectic tastes.

Poetry Friday: Of Snarks and Quarks

Eldest Daughter has fallen in love. . . again . . . this time with Lewis Carroll. According to my daughter’s Victorian Fantasy professor, the word “quark” is a portmanteau word, a combination of quasi-snark, from Lewis Carroll’s The Hunting of the Snark. According to my computer dictionary, the term quark was invented by a man named Murray Gell-Mann. “Originally quork, the term was changed by association with the line ‘Three quarks for Muster Mark’ in Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.” Somebody’s mistaken.

Anyway, mistake or no, I’m told that scientists, especially physicists, are also quite fond of Lewis Carroll. Carroll was quite the mathemetician, and his brand of nonsense appeals not only to Eldest Daughter, but also to the logical, imaginative, physics-types who, I assume, read his works looking for quarks and gluons and other nonsensical entities.

All this verbiage I’ve written is to introduce the fact that I have a new guilty pleasure. The other night, in my bed, I listened to Lewis Carroll’s The Hunting of the Snark as I went to sleep. To indulge, it helps to have a computer next to your bed. Then go to LibriVox, a site which “provides free audiobooks from the public domain.” You can download these mp3 files of books (and poems) into your computer or iPod, or you can listen at the website. Either way find a poem or story that you want to listen to for a bedtime story, and tuck yourself in and listen. I didn’t hear the entire poem, but I did enjoy the part I heard before I fell asleep. I think falling asleep to the sound of poetry might be even better than falling asleep to music.

By the way, boojum is a term used in physics, coined by a physicist, and taken from The Hunting of the Snark. And The Snark becomes a Boojum. In the poem. Not in physics. Eldest Daughter says that snarks transforming themselves into boojums is a very scary and deeply disturbing concept. Physicists probably find the phenomenon fascinating and mathematically intriguing.

“For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums–” The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
———————————————–
“But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!”
———————————
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away —
For the Snark was a boojum, you see.

Read The Hunting of the Snark here.

Catholics and Calvinists

Eldest Daughter says that at her Southern Baptist university there’s a resurgence of both Reformed theology (Calvinism) and Catholicism. Not the the same people are becoming Catholic and Reformed at the same time, but many are converting to one or the other.

Here’s a reprint of a Christianity Today article called “Young, Restless, Reformed” detailing the popularity of Calvinism among young people especially.

My question is: where are all the traditionally wishy-washy, Calvinoarminian, Southern Baptists? Or why can’t we all just get along, and why does predestination matter anyway?
(Yes, I know that I please no one and offend almost everyone with that question, as well as creating deep doubts among you all about my own intellectual and theological maturity. So be it.)

Jared’s Meme

1. Have you ever been told you look like a celebrity? Who?
Never. There’s a reason I don’t put a picture of myself on my blog. 🙂 No, really, I don’t mind my looks, but I’m afraid after all this time of no picture, I’d disappoint anyone who was wondering what I look like. It’s always better to keep people guessing.

2. If different from above, who should play you in a movie of your life?
I chose Emma Thompson. No, I’m not nearly as pretty as she is, but who said my bio-pic had to be true-to-life?

3. What movie character do you most identify with?
Napoleon Dynamite. I, too, have skills.

4. What literary character do you most identify with?
David Copperfield or Charlie Brown.

5. What musician or vocal artist do you most identify with?
This question is a stumper. Kris Kristofferson? Sort of second tier, and although we can carry a tune, neither of us can really sing. Don’t tell him I said so. (Kris Kristofferson’s official website says he’s “a legend.” What do I know?)

6. What biblical figure do you most identify with?
Rebekah. I’m married to a wonderful man, after a whirlwind courtship, and I can be a bit underhanded and conniving if I don’t watch myself and pray to be delivered from temptation. I don’t think I play favorites among my children, though.

7. What animal best represents you?
A sloth? No, maybe a nice mama bear who moves rather slowly and likes to hibernate for at least part of the year. I only become aroused if you threaten my cubs.

8. What meal or dish best represents you?
Tex-Mex. I’d like to be spicy and and a bit wild and foreign, but I must admit that I’ve been tamed and toned down and Americanized.

9. What drink best represents you?
Vanilla coke. Plain, but fizzy, with a little bit of flavor added.

10. What shirt, dress, outfit, or other piece of apparel most reflects who you are?
When I was in junior high, my heart’s desire was to have a purple pantsuit. I still have fond memories of the purple (double knit) pantsuit that I received for my birthday, and I think if such a thing were available nowadays in my size I would wear it. I guess I’m just a 70’s, purple pantsuit sort of girl.
I also feel very wild and gypsy-like in my red broomstick skirt!

If you’d like to play, feel welcome. You can answer here in the comments or at your own blog. Let me know if you play. I stole the questions from Jared at Thinklings about a month ago. I’m just now getting around to finishing my answers. Hey, I’m a bear, slow but sure–with gypsy aspirations.

Best Villains

Here’s one more of Penguin’s and my five best whatever lists. This time we’re listing best villains in literature. Computer Guru Son says Sauron isn’t a villain; he’s just Evil incarnate. He insists that Saruman is the real villain of LOTR. Either way, Tolkien created some villainous characters. So did DIckens. And C.S. Lewis (The White Witch, Screwtape, Professor Weston).

THE BEST VILLAINS (according to the Penguin List)
The Brothers Karamazov
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Heart of Darkness
Joseph Conrad
Diamonds are Forever
Ian Fleming
The Master and Margarita
Mikhail Bulgakov
The Secret Agent
Joseph Conrad

Best Villains (according to Semicolon)

Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien. Duh. Sauron is the villain of all villains.

The Murder of Roger Akroyd by Agatha Christie. No comment. I don’t want to spoil the ending for those who haven’t read it, but . . .

The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. Screwtape is a nasty little villain, full of himself and his mission to tempt a soul into sin.

The Singer by Calvin Miller. World-Hater is a fairly good represention of the Arch-Villain, too.

Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. Ralph Nickleby is a spider, in the mold of other Dickensian villains such as Madame Defarge, Mr. Quilp, and Uriah Heep.

The Other Side of Silence by Margaret Mahy

I chose this book, published in 1995, because I was looking for another book by the same author because Ms. Mahy is a New Zealander. (We’re studying Australia and New Zealand right now.) I finished it because, in spite of the stretch to my powers of imagination in believing some elements of the plot, the characters and some of the ideas expressed were intriguing and memorable.

Contact! Somewhere in my head all sorts of wheels and cogs began to spin and engage, pushing one another round and round. Miss Credence must have read this story when she was a child, and it had been like a turning cogwheel pushing other wheels in her head. Its energy flowed from wheel to wheel (that’s how stories worked for me, too), and Miss Credence had produced a story that was all her own.

Yes! That’s how stories work for me, too. I find somethng in a story, or maybe the whole story, and it pushes some other half-remembered story element, and the whole thing becomes a part of My Story. I would have loved this book for this description of the power of story if for no other reason.

Hero, the narrator of The Other Side of Silence, is on the other side because she’s a twelve year old elective mute; she doesn’t talk, except privately and infrequently to her older brother.

I almost never spoke. I had somehow magicked myself into silence. All the same, even in the heart of my silence, I was still a word child. . . .
I have already said that, though I didn’t talk, I was a word child. But in my family we were all word people. . . .
Supposing I had been turned into a book back then I would have wanted to turn into The Jungle Book, the story of Mowgli, a boy who lived in the jungle and talked the language of the animals. Or I might just have made do with The Secret Garden.

Aren’t you already becoming fond of Hero? Then, there’s her family. Annie, Hero’s mother, writes books about children and chid rearing and supports the family with her books and her speaking at educational conferences. Mike, Hero’s dad, keeps the house and enjoys doing so, even if his mother, Hero’s grandmother, is appalled that her son is wasting his intelligence and potential on a job as a homemaker. Hero’s big brother, Athol, spends his time reading and pretending to be absorbed in his studies while he takes in everything that goes on in the family. Her little sister, Sapphira, carries her book with her everywhere with her, Mrs. Byrne’s DIctionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words. She’s memorizing all the words in the book.

The story really begins with two incidents: Hero falls out of a tree into Miss Credence’s garden, and Hero’s older sister, GIinevra, comes home after “four years of vanishment.” These two seemingly unrelated occurences begin a chain of events that will eventually reconcile the two lives Hero believes she lives, her True Life with her family and and in relation to the outside world and her Real Life, a story that Hero lives inside herself and in her own thoughts.

I recommend the book, although the plot’s a bit outlandish. Hero’s family is somewhat out of the ordinary, too. Elective mutes don’t narrate their own books too often either, I would imagine. Still, it’s a great ride.