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.

Week 15 of World Geography: Saudi Arabia

We started “back to school” a couple of weeks ago, starting with this study of one of the key counries in the Middle East. I thought I’d post these lists/plans a couple of weeks behind where we are actually studying so that I could tell you what we did and what worked and maybe what didn’t.
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Music:
Modest Mussgorsky—Pictures at an Exhibition

Mission Study:
1. Window on the World: United Arab Emirates
2. WotW: Beja
3. WotW: Oman
4. WotW: Qatar
5. WotW: Saudi Arabia

Poems:
My Poetry Book: We’ve just been reading random poems from this book, some about winter or January or home life. Some funny stuff. Tomorrow I plan to find a poem for each of the children to memorize in preparation fo another poetry night.

Science:
Astronomy: Stars We did a week long unit on the stars, reading several easy picture science books aloud. Sometimes I had Karate Kid (age 9) read the book for the day to his little sisters, ages 7 and 5.

Nonfiction Read Alouds:
Arabs in the Golden Age–Moktefi We didn’t manage to get to this book because, although I know we have it somewhere, I can’t find it. In spite of the fact that I think our books are really organized, this sort of thing happens way too often.

Fiction Read Alouds:
King of the Wind—Henry I started reading this one to the little girls, but they don’t know anything about horses or horse racing. So they were bored, and I was bored. We’ll find something else.
Seven Daughters and Seven Sons–Cohen Karate Kid and Brown Bear Daughter really, really liked this one. We’ve been reading it for the past two weeks and should finish tomorrow.

Picture Books:
The Camel Who Took a Walk–Tworkov
Abdul–Wells

Elementary Readers:
Ali and the Golden Eagle—Grover
The Horse and His Boy—Lewis I know this book is fantasy, doesn’t take place in the Middle East at all, but it does have that flavor.
Nadia the Willful—Alexander
The Rise of Islam–Moktefi
A Sixteenth Century Mosque–Macdonald Karate Kid read this book as his assigned reader.

Brown Bear Daugter read Kiki Strike by Kirsten Miller as her assigned reader to help me with my Cybils judging responsibilities. She absolutely loved it, and I think she’ll be writing a guest review for the blog soon.

We also learned the Middle East song from the Geography Songs tape and did some map study. My children now know where Saudi Arabia is and in addition they can find Oman, Qatar, and Kuwait, among several Middle Eastern countries in the song.

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

Abide With Me by Elizabeth Strout

I first saw this book recommended at the Breakpoint website. Then, I think I read this recommendation at MarysLibrary. So I finally got the book from the library and read it.

It was very good. Ms. Strout apparently knows something about small town life and about being a pastor or a pastor’s wife, even though the blurb says she lives in New York City. Abide With Me tells the story of Pastor Tyler Caskey who is serving in his first pastorate in the community of West Annett, Maine. The novel is set in the late 1950’s, about the same time I was born. Lots of period details give life to the story and make it seem real. People are worried about Khruschev and the Communist threat, building bomb shelters, how to survive a nuclear attack. Then, there are the more immediate concerns of the village, such as a new wife for Pastor Caskey whose wife Lauren died a year ago and what’s to be done about the pastor’s five year old daughter Katherine who’s misbehaving in church and in kindergarten. Tyler Caskey has his own thoughts and worries: should he support the church organist’s bid for a new organ and how can he please his congregation, his mother, and everyone else, including God? And will he ever experience The Feeling, that indefineable sense of God’s presence and blessing, again?

Abide With Me is novel about grief and about maturity. Tyler Caskey is a protagonist who reminds me of Engineer Husband; he wants everyone to be happy. Sometimes, if things are not right, he wants to pretend that they are. He’s not a man to make waves, to disturb the universe. Unfortunately, life doesn’t cooperate; suffering comes; and Tyler finds himself finally unable to cope with the trials of his congregants, the needs of his family, and his own grief and guilt over the death of his wife. Things come to a crisis on a Sunday morning, as Tyler is supposed to be preaching, and the inhabitants of West Annett receive an opportunity to give grace and mercy to the pastor who has tried to give them the Word of God in spite of his own brokenness.

Elizabeth Strout’s second novel reminds me a bit of Marilynne Robinson’s second novel Gilead. There’s the same gently descriptive writing, the same delight in the natural world and the dailyness of life, the same sort of pastoral protagonist, although Tyler Caskey is much younger than Robinson’s Reverend Ames. Both men are humble servant/leaders, reluctant to claim that they have all the answers or know the mind of God. If you liked Gilead, if you are a pastor or a pastor’s wife, if you are interested in an account of living a Christian, but imperfect, life, you should like Abide With Me. It’s the best book I’ve read this year so far.

From a sermon by Tyler Caskey (never delivered):

“Do you think that because we have learned the sun does not go down, that in fact we are going around at a dizzying speed, that the sun is not the only star in the heavens —do you think this means that we are any less important than we thought we were? Oh, we are far less important than we thought we were, and we are far, far more important than we think we are. Do you imagine that the scientist and the poet are not united? Do you assume you can answer the question of who we are and why we are here by rational thought alone? It is your job, your honor, your birthright, to bear the burden of this mystery. And it is your job to ask, in every thought, word and deed: How can love best be served?

God is not served when you speak with relish of rumors about those who are poor in spirit and cannot be defended; God is not served when you ignore the poverty of spirit within yourselves.”

Tyler says in the book that this sermon excerpt breaks one of the cardinal rules of homiletics. Do you know what rule he breaks? (I didn’t even know there was such a rule; I’m going to be listening carefully to my pastor’s sermon next Sunday to see if he ever breaks The Rule.)