Week 16 of World Geography: Iran and Iraq

Music:
Rimsky-Korsakov—Scheherazade

Mission Study:
1. Window on the World: Afghanistan
2. WotW: Hazara
3. WotW: Iraq
4. WotW: Kyrgyz
5. WotW: Yemen

Poems:
Still As a Star—Lee Bennett Hopkins

Science:
Astronomy: Our Solar System

Nonfiction Read Alouds:
Arabs in the Golden Age–Moktefi

Fiction Read Alouds:
King of the Wind—Henry The little girls (ages 7 and 5) and I read a few chapters of this book, but it never captured any of us. We gave up. Maybe we’re just not horsey people.
Seven Daughters and Seven Sons—Cohen I read this book to Brown Bear Daughter and Karate Kid. They were intrigued by the romantic story and the whole idea of a girl who had to dress up as a boy in order to escape her society’s restrictions and help her family. The plot reminded me a bit of Shakespeare with all his girls dressed up as boys, and there was one uncomfortable scene where the prince is afraid he is falling in love with his (male, but not really) best friend. Great story.

Picture Books:
The Golden Sandal—Hickox A Middle Eastern Cinderella story.
The Librarian of Basra—Winter
The Persian Cinderella—ClimoI’ve been trying to help Betsy, age 7, to see the differences and similarities between the various Cinderella tales. It’s a good exercise in comparison and contrast.
Legend of the Persian Carpet–dePaola

Elementary Readers:
Shadow Spinner—Fletcher Brown Bear Daughter is still planning to read this one, since Scheherazade is mentioned in Seven Daughters and Seven Sons, but she’s working on the Cybils Middle Grade Fiction finalists.
House of Wisdom—Heide I got this one from the library and read it to the younger girls, but I wasn’t too impressed. The illustrations are beautiful.
Camel Bells—Carlsson. I got this book from the library and read it myself, but I didn’t share it with the urchins. It’s translated from the Swedish and loses something in the translation.
The Breadwinner—Ellis
A 16th Century Mosque—Macdonald Karate Kid read this one, and now he knows what a mosque is.
The Beduins’ Gazelle–Temple

Previous posts in our Around the World 2006-2007 homeschool unit study.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 28th

John Baskerville, printer and type designer, b. 1706. A. Conan Doyle is thought to have taken the name of the family in his story “The Hound of the Baskervilles” from the John Baskerville family.

Sabine Baring-Gould, b. 1834. A Victorian archaeologist, he had fifteen children and wrote the hymn “Onward Christian Soldiers”. More information on his eccentricities here.


Vera B. Williams, b. 1927, children’s author and illustrator. She wrote and illustrated two of my favorite picture books, A Chair for My Mother and Two Days on a River in a Red Canoe. Her bio sounds as if she’s led a colorful life: she helped start a “community” (sounds like a commune) in the hills of North Carolina and a school based on the Summerhill model. Then she moved to Canada and lived on a houseboat for a while–where she wrote her first book. Oh, and she spent a month in the federal penitentiary in West Virginia after a “peaceful blockade of the Pentagon.” Well, anyway, the books are great and not really counter-cultural at all.

Lesson plan for teaching A Chair for My Mother.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 27th

Lewis Carroll, b. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, 1832 at Cheshire, England. Now you know where the name for the Cheshire Cat came from. At least, I assume so.

My favorite Lewis Carroll poem: Jabberwocky

My favorite scene from Alice in Wonderland: The very mixed-up croquet game in which the players keep on chasing their hedgehog balls around the lawn.

My favorite Lewis Carroll quote:

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less.”

“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”

“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master – that’s all.” Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

More quotes:

“The horror of that moment,” the King went on, “I shall never forget!”
“You will, though,” The Queen said, “if you don’t make a memorandum of it.” (Through the Looking Glass)

“The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday – but never jam today.”

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
“Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” was his response.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”

The children are watching Disney’s version of Alice in Wonderland. I did read the book to them, before I allowed Disney to corrupt their minds.

Eldest Daughter took a Victorian fantasy class last fall, and she fell in love with dear old Professor Dodgson. She won’t hear a word against him and insists that his photographic hobby was completely innocent. Did you know that George Macdonald and his family read Lewis Carroll’s “Alice story” and encouraged him to have it published?

Poetry and Fine Art Friday: Colum and Monet

Fisherman's Cottage on the Cliffs at Var




Fisherman’s Cottage on the Cliffs at Var

Art Print

Monet, Claude


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An Old Woman of the Roads
by Padraic Colum

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house—a house of my own—
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.

Since I’m reading Padraic Colum’s book of Greek hero tales for my Newbery book for this next week, I thought a bit of his poetry might be a Friday treat. Colum was an Irish folklorist, a playwright, an author of cildren’s books. He was also a friend of James Joyce. He typed part of the manuscript of Finnegan’s Wake for Joyce, and Joyce praised Colum’s poetry. I think Monet’s cottage goes well with the poem, don’t you? I’m sure it was just such a house the old woman was longing for as she travelled on her weary way.

Susan has the Poetry Friday round-up for today.

And don’t forget to leave a link to your book review(s) for this week —tomorrow here at Semicolon.

The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon

What I have in my head is light and dark and gravity and space and swords and groceries and colors and numbers and people and patterns so beautiful I get shivers all over. I still do not know why I have those patterns and not others.

The book answers questions other people have thought of. I have thought of questions they have not answered. I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance.

Maybe my questions matter.

For a long time I’ve been fascinated by the minds and experiences of those who are “other” —the mentally ill, autistic, obcessive/compulsive, even the merely eccentric. Why and how do different minds work differently? Where is the edge of normality? Is there a useful distinction between those people who are mentally ill and those who are eccentric and/or highly creative? If the symptoms of autism or manic/depressive illness or even hyperactivity are controlled through the use of medication or therapy, does the person lose some useful and good capacity that is associated with the illness in addition to losing the symptoms that are debilitating and undesirable? Do autistic persons in particular need to be cured or understood and accepted? Do all persons have questions that matter, even those whose questions are unusual and even seemingly nonsensical?

The Speed of Dark is a fictional account of a high-functioning autistic adult, Lou Arrendale, who lives in a near-future time in which he is one of the last of his kind. Medical intervention, before or soon after birth, has made autism a thing of the past, and only a few adults, born before the medical advances, are still functioning as autists in his society. Lou has a job, a car, and friends, but he knows he is different, unable to be normal, only able to act somewhat normal most of the time. When he has the opportunity to participate in an experimental treatment that may change the way his brain functions and eliminate his autistic symptoms, Lou must decide whether he wants to be “normal.” Without his autism, will he still be himself, or will he become someone else? If the latter, does he want to be that other person? Will he lose the ability to analyze complex patterns and to pair those patterns of color and shape with music and with fencing, his outlet for self-expression? How much of who Lou is is bound up with his autism and with his past experience of overcoming the difficulties of being autistic in a “normal” world?

The autistic adults in the novel have a joke: “Normal is only a dryer setting.” But they’re not sure they believe it when the chance comes for them to be what others call normal. The novel is told mostly in first person from the point of view of an autistic person; the novel I read a few months ago, the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by Mark Haddon, was narrated in the same first person voice. Since the point of both novels is to place the reader inside the mind of an autistic person and enable the reader to see life as an autistic person does, this first person narration works very well in spite of its limitations. Elizabeth Moon drops the first person point of view at times over the course of the story when she wants to show us something that Lou could not be expected to know or to understand.

The Speed of Dark, published by Ballantine Books, a mainstream publisher, is what Christian fiction should be. It has none of the bad language, sexually explicit descriptions, or gratuitous violence that Christian publishers are supposed to screen out, but it does deal with the important questions of predestination and healing and self-ness that are a part of the Christian worldview. It doesn’t give easy answers; no one gets converted; and no one preaches. (Well, a priest preaches in one scene, but it’s not didactic.) However, Lou, in particular, struggles with his questions and choices in a Christian context. His thinking about himself and about God is challenged, and he grows spiritually and mentally over the course of the novel.

I’ll repeat that the best works of “Christian fiction” that I’ve read in the past few years have been:

River Rising by Athol Dickson

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

Peace Like a River by Leif Enger

Jewel by Brett Lott

The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon

Only one of those books was published by a CBA publisher.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 25th


Robert Burns, Scots poet, b. 1759.
Kate’s Book Blog on Burns’ Birthday
Semicolon: January 25, 2004
Rebecca celebrates with a whole slew of Robbie Burns posts from 2005.

Somerset Maugham, b. 1874. “There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”

Virginia Woolf, b. 1882. Eldest Daughter on Virginia Woolf: “To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. This is a beautiful poetic exploration of the ephemerality of human relationships. You can have Joyce; give me Woolf for the highest example of the stream of consciousness technique. Because with her it’s not about the technique, it’s about the people.” I couldn’t say. Modern-day philistine that I am, I’ve never read Joyce or Woolf.

Edwin Newman, b. 1919. Longtime anchorman of NBC News, he also wrote the book Strictly Speaking about the use and misuse of the English language.

The Newbery Award: 1922

1922 Medal Winner: The Story of Mankind by Hendrik Willem van Loon (Liveright)
Honor Books:
The Great Quest by Charles Hawes (Little, Brown)
Cedric the Forester by Bernard Marshall (Appleton)
The Old Tobacco Shop: A True Account of What Befell a Little Boy in Search of Adventure by William Bowen (Macmillan)
The Golden Fleece and The Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles by Padraic Colum (Macmillan)
The Windy Hill by Cornelia Meigs (Macmillan)

I searched for all these books using the handy WorldCat search box in the sidebar. The only ones that are readily available are the award winner for 1922, van Loon’s The Story of Mankind and The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles by Padraic Colum. I’m not going to bother with The Story of Mankind. I’ve looked at it before, back in library school, and it’s an outdated evolutionary tract. (“Then one day the great wonder happened. What had been dead, gave birth to life. The first living cell floated upon the waters of the sea.”) You can read it here if you’d like.

As for the other easily obtainable book, The Golden Fleece, I actually have a copy on my groaning bookshelves. You can also read it online here, with illustrations by Willy Pogany, the same artist who illustrated my favorite poetry book, by the way. So the Newbery Honor book I’ll be reading for the week of January 28-February 3 is The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles by Padraic Colum. I’l be trying to answer these questions as I read:

Is the language too archaic or difficult for children of 2007?

Would Karate Kid (age 9) enjoy reading this book with his dad? He and Engineer Husband are already reading King Arthur, but they’re about to finish that book.

Are there more modern versions of the Greek hero stories that would be better, or is Colum’s book the gold standard?

Why did the committee that chose the first Newbery Award winner also name Colum’s book as a runner-up? Would librarians choose this book for a Newbery Honor if it were published in 2007?
Until the 1970’s the Newbery committe named an award book and sometimes several “runners-up.” In 1971 the term “runners-up” was changed to “honor books,” and all the runners-up from previous years were also changed to honor books.

If you already know the answers to any of these questions, or if you have read Colum’s book and have comments, or if you’d like to read with me, leave a comment so I’ll know who’s interested.

For those who didn’t read my previous post, I’m going on a journey starting this week through the annals of the Newbery Award and Honor books for Distinguished Children’s Literature. I’m planning to read a Newbery Award or Honor book each week this year. You’re welcome to play along if you’d like. I’ll post my reactions and thoughts on Sunday night, February 4th.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 24th

Edith Wharton, b. 1862. Wouldn’t it be exciting to meet famous and not-so-famous thinkers and writers? Wouldn’t you love to discuss writing and books with Madeleine L’Engle or Marilynne Robinson or or Leif Enger or Bret Lott, to name a few living authors that I admire and enjoy? (Tomorrow is the day I’m planning to go to Houston Baptist University to hear Ms. Robinson speak. I’m excited.) I’ve always thought the French idea of a “salon” where people meet in the evening or afternoon to discuss and experience art and literature was a delightful picture. The internet and the interaction between bloggers is as close as I’ve come to a literary salon. Edith Wharton lived amost of her adult life in France, and “she held salon where the gifted intellectuals of her time gathered to discuss and share ideas. Teddy Roosevelt, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway were all guests of hers at one time or another.” How exciting!

If you haven’t read Age of Innocence and House of Mirth, run out and get you a copy now. These are seriously good stories in the Jane Austen/Emily Bronte/George Eliot tradition of gifted women authors. Age of Innocence is a melancholy book with a melancholy ending, and House of Mirth is seriously sad. I wanted to slap Lily Bart up the side of the head because she made such appallingly stupid decisions. Yet I could see why she made those decisions. Anyway, read Edith Wharton’s books. She’s a great writer.

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.