Friday’s Center of the Blogosphere

“even if you discover all of the secrets of the universe during your research, the floor still needs sweeping.” —Keri Smith at wish jar

“When God wanted to tell us about Himself, He didn’t dictate a book of Systematic Theology (as I would have advised Him if He’d asked me). He gave us a book full of stories, stories about people’s real lives and how He’s dealt with them.” —Lars Walker at Brandywine Books

The Anchoress on the destruction of embryos for the purpose of embryonic stem cell research:

What is it about the Embryo that makes some people so determined to destroy it, to become heated and hateful if you suggest to them that they should not destroy it, that it is a being of identifiably human species and therefore worthy of respect?
I suspect that the embryo is all about promise, about tomorrow, about life and fulfillment – and there is a whole culture out there that does not want to think an embryo is anything more than “a clump of cells.” A tumor is a clump of cells. It might grow out of control, but it will never live, breathe, sing, laugh, pray, cry, create or mourn. An embryo is something more. At its core – beyond the science – an embryo is Mystery. And Mystery is too much like God for some people…or Mystery makes them contemplate, and contemplation leads to thinking about things like God, and prayer and worship.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born October 27th

“For unflagging interest and enjoyment, a household of children, if things go reasonably well, certainly makes all other forms of success and achievement lose their importance by comparison.”

“There are two things that I want you to make up your minds to: first, that you are going to have a good time as long as you live – I have no use for the sour-faced man – and next, that you are going to do something worthwhile, that you are going to work hard and do the things you set out to do.”

“Don’t hit at all if you can help it; don’t hit a man if you can possibly avoid it; but if you do hit him, put him to sleep.”

“I don’t think any President ever enjoyed himself more than I did. Moreover, I don’t think any ex-President ever enjoyed himself more.”

So, who was the adventurous US president born on this day in 1858?

Encouragement

Brown Bear Daughter: Mom, you have to watch this movie and tell me whether you agree with us that it doesn’t even have a plot until three-fourths of the way into the movie!

Me: Why do you need me?

BB Daughter: Because i need to know if I’m right and if you agree with me because that’s how kids figure out stuff.

Me, thoughtfully: Oh, so you are listening. I’m encouraged.

When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro

A quotation on the back of the book jacket from a reviewer refers to Mr. Ishiguro’s “inimitably out-of-kilter vision.” THose are just the words I was looking for as I read this book —out-of-kilter. I find that frequently as I read more recently published fiction, in the last fifty years say, I feel a sense of culture shock. These people in I’m reading about are off-kilter, not quite insane, but not thinking logically, not quite right. Eldest Daughter says it’s a feature of post modern fiction and post-modern culture. I guess I’m just a modernist, or maybe Victorian.

Anyway, I picked up When We Were Orphans at a used book sale because I enjoyed Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go so much. I didn’t enjoy this book as much. The narrator was . . . odd. (It must be the week for odd. See this review of The Book Thief.) Christopher Banks, the aforementioned narrator, is such a distinctive personality that it is hard to decide, but I almost convinced myself that Ishiguro was trying to make Banks the embodiment of what was wrong with the British attitude toward the world, and particularly China, prior to World War II. Banks is blind, majoring on minor issues that don’t seem at all minor to him, while the world around him is a literal war zone. The British, too, were blindly crying out “Peace, Peace!” when there was no peace. Then again, Banks’ blindness has to do specifically with his parents and his orphaned state. The British government wasn’t searching for its lost parents. So the analogy only goes so far before it breaks down.

Mr. Ishiguro tells a good story and creates intriguing characters, even if his protagonist does have a bit of a bug in his brain. The other characters in the novel are believable, but negligible. Christopher Banks is the center of interest. The setting for the second half of the story is Shanghai, 1937. Wartime Shanghai is vivdly portrayed, even though the person doing the portraying is somewhat myopic. Somehow the author manages to enable us to see through his narrator. And that vision leads to an ambiguous ending in which Christopher Banks believes he has finally found out what happened to his parents, but I’m not so sure I’m buying the story. So we’re left with more post-modern ambiguity. It’s pretty good slightly off-kilter ambiguity, as evidenced by the fact that I’m still trying to figure it out two days later, if you like that sort of thing.

If you’ve never read anything by Ishiguro, I recommend Never Let Me Go. (Semicolon review here.) If you like that one, and if you like off-center, you’ll probably enjoy When We Were Orphans, too.

Potatoes

Hold your taters! (books)

Backyard Ballistics: Build Potato Cannons, Paper Match Rockets, Cincinnati Fire Kites, Tennis Ball Mortars, and More Dynamite Devices by William Gurstelle. You can read here about how Engineer Husband and Karate Kid planned to build a potato cannon. I will finish the story by reporting that the potato cannon was a huge success, the potatoes hit the fence with a satisfying thud, and no animals were injured or mistreated in the production or execution of this project.

In Stone Fox by John Reynolds Gardiner, Willy must harvest the potato crop by himself when Grandpa becomes ill. Here’s a teaching activity to accompany the reading of this book. (The book continues as Willy enters a dog sled race to raise money to pay the taxes and to save Grandpa’s farm.)

More Potatoes! by Millicent Selsam is an older, out of print, beginning reader about how potatoes get from the field to the table. It’s told as a story, and it’s a good introduction to food production in general for younger children.

Potatoes, Potatoes by Anita Lobel. Potatoes, love and war all in a picture book.

Blue Potatoes, Orange Tomatoes by Rosalind Creasy. This picture book actually tells how to grow blue potatoes —and other vegetables in rainbow colors.

The Amazing Potato: A Story in Which the Incas, Conquistadors, Marie Antoinette, Thomas Jefferson, Wars, Famines, Immigrants, and French Fries All Play a Part by Milton Meltzer. Also out of print, but worth tracking down in the library or used bookstore, this book tells the history of the potato for upper elementary age children. I like the long title, don’t you?
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Hot potato (quotations):
“What I say is that, if a fellow really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.” —A. A. Milne

“Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.” —Louisa May Alcott

“Let the sky rain potatoes.” —Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor

“Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.” —Charles Dickens

Pierre had not eaten all day and the smell of the potatoes seemed extremely pleasant to him. He thanked the soldier and began to eat.
“Well, are they all right?” said the soldier with a smile. “You should do like this.”
He took a potato, drew out his clasp knife, cut the potato into two equal halves on the palm of his hand, sprinkled some salt on it from the rag, and handed it to Pierre.
“The potatoes are grand!” he said once more. “Eat some like that!”
Pierre thought he had never eaten anything that tasted better.
—Tolstoy War and Peace

“Po-ta-toes,” said Sam. “The Gaffer’s delight, and a rare good ballast for an empty belly.” —JRR Tolkien

Couch potato (links)
History of the Potato

The Potato Museum Blog

Potato links for students and educators.

Of course, Rebecca Writes’ October, 2006, archive page with all the Potato Fest entries will be the go-to place for potato information in the blogosphere from now on.

Mashed potatoes (news)

“The United Nations (UN) has declared 2008 as the International Year of the Potato, in Resolution 4/2005 of the Conference of the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, adopted on 25 November 2005.”

KidLit Awards Grow out of Bloggers’ Frustration

CHICAGO, Illinois – Like all revolutions, this one started small, with a single post on a blog devoted to children’s literature. The Newbery Medals seemed too elitist and the Quills, well, not enough so.
Was there a middle ground, an annual award that would recognize both a book’s merits and popularity?
The answer: invent one! Within hours, this meme had circulated among some of the biggest bloggers in the burgeoning kidlitosphere, the cozy corner of the Web where children’s books are given the same regard as their grown-up counterparts.
Within days, the new awards had a name and a website: The Cybils, a loose acronym for Children’s and YA Bloggers’ Literary Awards. Nominations quickly opened in eight categories, from picture books up to Young Adult fiction and even graphic novels.
In keeping with the democratic and unpredictable nature of the blogosphere, anybody can nominate a book, so long as it was published in 2006 in English. Yep, anybody: teens can log their choices, authors can nominate themselves, random Googlers can leave word too.
Nominations close Nov. 20. Then comes the literary part. Panels comprised of bloggers with expertise in their category will cull the lists down to five finalists (to be announced Jan. 1). After that, judges step in to pick the winners.
Who are these smarty-pants panelists and judges? Some have impressive bona fides, including, yes, a Newbery judge. Others are your garden-variety librarians, teachers, homeschoolers, authors and illustrators, parents and the kidlit-obsessed.
“Think of it as Wal-Mart meets Nordstrom over kids’ books,” said Anne Boles Levy, a freelance writer who blogs at Book Buds Kidlit Reviews. “Bedtime will never be the same.”

Media Contacts:
Anne Boles Levy, anne@bookbuds.net
Kelly Herold, kidslitinfo@gmail.com

Hey, I get to be one of those “smarty-pants panelists and judges.” I’m one of the judges for the Middle Grade Fiction category, and I’m looking forward to reading the nominated books and picking the best. You are needed to nominate books in each of the categories, and some bloggers are still needed to serve on the nominating and judging committees for some categories. Go over and check it out.

World Geography Week 10: China

Music:
Hector Berlioz—Te Deum

Mission Study:
1. Bold Bearers of His Name: Ji-Wang
2. Window on the World: China
3. WotW: Dai Lu
4. WotW: Hui
5. WotW: Mongolia

Poetry:
Through Our Eyes—Lee Bennett Hopkins

Science: Solids, Liquids, and Gases

Nonfiction Read Alouds:
The Pageant of Chinese History—Seeger

Fiction Read Alouds:
Little Pear—Lattimore
Granny Han’s Breakfast–Groves
Tales of a Chinese Grandmother–Carpenter

Picture Books:
Take a Trip to China–Mason
My Book About Hudson Taylor
The Story about Ping—Flack
Lon Po Po—A Red Riding Hood Story from China
Count Your Way Through China—Haskins
When Panda Came to Our House—Jensen
The Dragon Prince: A Chinese Beauty and the Beast Tale–Yep

Elementary Readers:
House of Sixty Fathers—DeJong
Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze
God’s Adventurer: Hudson Taylor—Thompson
Eric Liddell–Swift
Three Little Chinese Girls—Lattimore. I’m reading this story of the playtime adventures of three Chinese sisters with Bee Girl (second grade). Such fun!
Flight of the Fugitives: Gladys Aylward–Jackson

Can anyone suggest any movies set in China that are appropriate for children and families?

The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak

This was an odd book, so odd that I probably wouldn’t have managed to get very far into it if it hadn’t been recommended so highly by so many people. I’m a straightforward, A-Z, kind of gal. Give me a story that starts out “Once upon a time” and ends with “happily ever after.” Or not happily. Tragedy is OK, too. But I like it straight and plain-spoken, or maybe poetic, but not a strange, episodic story narrated by the Grim Reaper himself.

Except I did like The Book Thief, so I’m confused. The book starts out with this comforting announcement:

* * * HERE IS A SMALL FACT * * *
You are going to die.

It ends with Death Himself beng confused and “haunted by humans.”

So, make what you will of that, and decide whether or not you want to read an odd book about Death and the Holocaust and World War II and bombs and Germany with lots of cursing, mostly in German, and lots of the aforementioned death, mostly of everybody in the book. It sounds depressing, but it’s not really. It is gritty and the tiniest bit hopeful, but not too. I can’t decide if kids will like it or not. I don’t think my kids would care for it. But some might. Or this might be the sort of book that will win lots of awards because it’s written in a different, literary sort of way and it’s about a Serious Subject, but it’s mostly loved by librarians and teachers. I can see high school teachers assigning this book in literature classes or history classes.

If I sound ambivalent, it’s because I am. Help? Someone else tell me now that I’ve read it why it was that you liked it so much.

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To This Great Stage of Fools: Born October 21st

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, b. 1772

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.




Ursula K. LeGuin b. 1929. Does this brief piece by LeGuin on “What Makes a Story?” make sense to you? Ms. LeGuin has written some fine fantasy, including the Earthsea novels.

Ann Cameron, b. 1943. Author of easy-to-read chapter books for children. I like the Julian books very much, especially the story in which Julian and his little brother, Huey, eat their father’s special lemon pudding, a pudding that tastes “like a whole raft of lemons, like a night on the sea.” When Father wakes up from his nap to find the pudding gone and Julian and Huey hiding under the bed, he hauls them out and makes the punishment fit the crime.

Janet Ahlberg, b. 1944.

Also on this date in 1879, Thomas A. Edison first demonstrated his incandescent lamp. And it’s the birthday of Alfred Nobel, inventor of dynamite, who left his fortune to endow the Noble Prizes.

Winter Birds by Jamie Langston Turner

I had never heard of Jamie Langston Turner until Bethany House sent me her newest novel, Winter Birds, to review. I am not on Ms. Turner’s payroll nor is Bethany House paying me. So, I can say without guile or reservations, Winter Birds is a fine book. The characters are interesting and multi-faceted. The story is about an old woman who’s preparing herself for death, so there aren’t many exciting plot developments. When exciting things do happen —an attempted kidnapping, murder, death of a child— the developments either take place “off stage” or they’re described in an understated sort of way that makes it clear that these are abnormal parts of an otherwise ordinary life and that the real excitement and interest is in what these and other occurences do to the characters involved.

I didn’t care much for the narrator of the novel at first. I don’t think I was supposed to like her. “A difficult old woman may be entertaining if you are not responsible for her upkeep.” Sophia Hess, the difficult old woman who writes these words, is not entertaining. Her bitterness is too apparent. She is, however, intriguing. I had to keep reading to figure out why Sophia was so bitter. What made her who she has become? Will she change? How? Will she die trapped in her loneliness and misanthropy?

My care is a responsibility that Patrick has taken upon himself willingly, though, as in most duties, with insufficient understanding of what it will entail.” Patrick and his wife, Rachel, are a childless middle-aged couple. They have given Patrick’s Aunt Sophia, age eighty, an apartment in their home and agreed to care for her until her death. Sophia thinks they are doing this good deed in return for the promise that she will leave them her money when she does die. Patrick and Rachel may have other motivations. Sophia thinks she has Patrick figured out. He talks too much. He is not as intelligent as he thinks he is. He is, according to Sophia, unknowingly racist and inconsiderate and unobservant.

Rachel is something more of a mystery to Sophia. Rachel, who has survived a terrible tragedy, is just good. Sophia keeps looking for the chinks in Rachel’s goodness, but she finds very few. As more and more people enter the lives of the three main characters, Sophia finds that she cannot just sit and wait to die. It’s not that easy, and she doesn’t really want to die. She doesn’t want to live either. She just wants to continue to get dessert every night. 🙂

Jamie Langston Turner is professor of creative writing and literature at Bob Jones University. Perhaps the negative reputation of BJU in some circles is the reason I’ve never heard of Ms. Turner. However, her books reminds me of Madeleine L’Engle, and that is high praise indeed. I plan to find her other books and read them: Some Wildflower in my Heart, No Dark Valley, and By the Light of a Thousand Stars. If those books live up to this one, I think I’ve found a new favorite author.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Winter Birds is chock-full of references to Shakespeare, a motif that made it lots of fun, and there’s also a recurring theme related to the birds that Sophia sees at her window birdfeeder. I’m not so interested in birds, but both the Shakespeare and the birds were nice ways of tying the story together and drawing analogies and comparisons between the characters and events in the novel and habits of the birds and the characters and thoughts of Shakespeare.

Read it. You’ll be glad you did.

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