Never Forget

Holocaust Remembrance

Holocaust Remembrance

Holocaust Remembrance

Holocaust Remembrance

Today is Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Rembrance Day. Never forget. The teenagers walking through this memorial in Boston are Jewish. Some of them lost family members in the Holocaust or are the descendants of survivors. I love the kids in these photos; it is a fact that had they lived during the Holocaust instead of today, they might have been the victims of atrocities beyond our comprehension. We will never know the scope of our loss, how empty our lives are because of the loss of 11 million people in the Holocaust, including 6 million Jews.

Never forget.

Itch

I’ve been trying to deny it, but I have an itch I need to scratch. You see, I just got myself all involved in a lengthy project, creating a wiki for Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series, books I very much enjoy, by the way, and I am faced with the daunting prospect of re-reading all the books. I have a good start — I have finished Part Two of the first book, Outlander, but I find my mind wandering to a certain other favorite of mine. I watch the movies. I troll the websites.

And then I turn back to Outlander, or the other book I’m reading, Gregory Maguire’s Mirror Mirror and I try to ignore the itch a little longer. Well, I can’t now, and darn it, I have never been able to successfully read three books at the same time. I don’t know how anyone does it. I think my upper limit is two. The thing is, I borrowed Mirror Mirror from our biology teacher, and I feel I should return it soonish. I’m not sure I want to stop re-reading Outlander, but I certainly need to slow it down. I go back to school on Monday, and that’s going to take up a great deal of time until summer, when I will have a longer vacation than usual due to the fact that our new building won’t be finished, and we won’t start back until after Labor Day (yay, because I’ve signed a contract for a third year at Weber, and I’m excited to be back).

So here is my conundrum. Which book do I put aside — for the time being, anyway? After all, the Outlander project is huge, and I can’t finish it until the summer, anyway, or else I’ll drive myself crazy.

Mirror Mirror, as I said, I borrowed, and I have devoted too much time to it to totally drop it, although I think it will be last Maguire I read, for reasons that will be clearer when I review it. I could probably finish it if I dedicated some time, say 20 minutes, each day to it until I was done. I also need to read the copy of Holes that the bio. teacher loaned me, but as that’s a children’s book, it won’t take me very long, I don’t think.

I don’t know. What I do know is that the lure of a certain boy wizard has become too strong to deny any longer, and it looks like I’m going to have to break out the crack, my copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone again. As they say, so many books, so little time. But these books are just so… different to me. I guess you could say they’re my desert island books.

Literature Carnival, Tenth Edition

William ShakespeareThis edition of the Literature Carnival celebrates William Shakespeare, whose birth (assumed) and death occurred on April 23. This carnival will be very different from previous editions in that it will not concentrate on blog postings. Unfortunately, I only received one submission for the Shakespeare edition of this carnival, and I don’t suppose I will be fortunate enough to find many recent posts about Shakespeare on blogs.

Let’s start with our submission, which comes from Gawain (who happens to be my favorite Arthurian knight) — a look at one of Shakespeare’s overlooked plays, Troilus and Cressida.

If you are looking for an online source for the complete works of William Shakespeare, look no further.

Mr. William Shakespeare and the Internet has long been one of the most comprehensive sites in terms of links that I’ve run across. Shakespeare Resource Center is quite comprehensive, as well.

The Shakepeare Wiki was started about a year ago and needs your help with contributions.

The Folger Shakespeare Library has some very helpful links, especially for educators. They have a big celebration planned for tomorrow and Monday, if you can make it.

You can listen to recordings of several sonnets and the Queen Mab Dialogue at Literal Systems.

The University of Wisconsin has a collection of Shakespeare illustrations.

Shakespeare coined many words now familiar to us.

Check out Wikipedia’s article on the Shakespeare Authorship question for a short version of the conspiracy theory.

Shakespeare sites that should be stops on any tour of England include seeing a play at the new Globe and Shakespeare’s Birthplace. Better yet, take British Connection’s Shakespeare Tour.

Spring Break

The Book of ThreeMy spring break is nearly over. Not much going on. We couldn’t go out of town, because my break didn’t coincide with Sarah’s. She and I are reading Lloyd Alexander’s The Book of Three, which was poorly adapted, along with its sequel, into a Disney movie called The Black Cauldron. I think these books would make good movies if the same people who did The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, or the Harry Potter films did them, but Disney animators of the time did the books a real disservice — the cheesy soundtrack was especially disheartening. I remember going to see the movie with my mother and sister in about 9th grade, and I was thoroughly disappointed. If you haven’t read them, don’t judge the books by that awful movie. They are very good. I’m not sure how much Sarah is liking them. My fourth grade teacher first read us The Book of Three, promising us girls in the class that the girls always think they won’t like it because of the scary cover, then wind up loving it. She was right.

We went to my parents’ house for Easter, where Dylan refused to hunt for eggs, deciding he would rather run around in the grass than look for a bunch of silly eggs, so Maggie found them all. Sarah tried to help Dylan. When the kids colored eggs, Dylan apparently tasted the dye a few times. Yuck.

We had both Maggie and Dylan at the doctor this morning for physicals. We are worried about Dylan. He just turned three, and he still isn’t talking, though in every other respect he is perfectly normal. Our doctor wants to get his hearing tested first, then wants him to take speech therapy. I hope it works. After Maggie, who is so verbal, Dylan’s delayed development was strange. I wasn’t sure how much of it was due to his being a boy, and I wanted to be sure there was a real problem before I made a big deal out of it. The kids had to have vaccines, so that was not much fun.

I have a lot of research paper first drafts to read before I go back to school, and once again, I have procrastinated. I need to start tomorrow.

Detroit 911

I have been in a rage over the story about the Detroit five-year-old who was ignored when he dialed 911 in an attempt to summon help for his dying mother.  There is absolutely nothing that anyone can do to make up for his loss.  He was a hero, and all he learned from the experience is that 911 is a joke, and he can’t depend on emergency service operators in an emergency.  It makes me angry and sad.

There are a couple of things that must happen:

  • The operator(s) in question need to be fired immediately.
  • Detroit 911 needs to impress upon their employees that they must treat each call as an emergency, even if they don’t think it sounds like one.  I should have thought that would have been obvious.  I had always thought that even hang-ups were supposed to mean automatic dispatch.
  • The lawyers need to nail the parties responsible to the wall and get this poor child enough money to go to college on.  Not that it will replace his mother, who would still be alive if not for their negligence.

I don’t care how many “prank” calls or non-emergency calls they claim to get each year.  Neglecting to offer emergency services to even one person in need, resulting in any deaths or further injuries, is completely inexcusable.

Literature Carnival, Ninth Edition

I want to thank all of you for your submissions to this week’s carnival. A reminder that the Tenth Edition of the Literature Carnival will fall one day before William Shakespeare’s birthday. For the April 22 edition of the Carnival, please submit your Shakespeare-themed posts, and let me know if submissions received well before then should be saved for the Shakespeare edition.

In book reviews this week, we have Grrlscientist’s thoughts on Darwin: Discovering the Tree of Life at Living the Scientific Life, Jonathan Dresner’s review of The Apprentice by Lewis Libby at Frog in a Well and my own review of Lev Grossman’s Codex here at Much Madness is Divinest Sense.

Did you know the Internet had a patron saint?  Check out Sylvia’s series on St. Isidore of Seville starting with “Isidori Hispalensis Episcopi: Patron of the Internet” at Bookworm.

Tanya Abramovitch talks about her weekend reading in “Weight” over at the Library Girl.

Edward Champion reports that Joyce Carol Oates is “hang[ing] up the boots and giv[ing her] wrists a rest” at Edward Champion’s Return of the Reluctant.

I couldn’t resist posting this link to Austen Blog’s outing of Miami Heat guard Dwayne Wade as a Friend of Jane.  I want a poster for my classroom.

Just a reminder that the LitBlog Co-Op will be announcing the Spring 2006 Read This! selection a week from today.  Be sure to stop by and check it out.

David Weinberger of Joho the Blog is wondering how we sort our books.  Do piles count as sorting, I wonder?

Lucy Tartan takes a look at the divergent reading habits of men and women at Sorrow at Sills Bend.

OK, folks, see you in two weeks with the tenth edition devoted to William Shakespeare. Don’t forget to make your submissions for inclusion.

Codex

Codex by Lev GrossmanI suppose that since I’m something of an amateur medievalist, a book like Codex would have an obvious appeal.

Edward Wozny, an investment banker, is hired by clients, the Wents, to do a “special” job. When he finds out the job is cataloguing the Wents’ library, he is insulted, but something draws him to the books. He wants to learn more about the Codex, A Viage to the Contree of the Cimmerians written by 14th century medieval monk Gervase of Langford. He goes to the library and runs into an expert on Gervase — Margaret Napier, who just happens to be writing her dissertation on Gervase.

At the same time Edward’s friend Zeph introduces him a hot game called MOMUS that has taken the geek world by storm. Edward is sucked into the game. Over time, he realizes it has eerie similarities to the storyline of the Viage as Margaret has explained to him. Obsessed with finding the Codex and figuring out how to win MOMUS, Edward checks out of his normal routine and places a new position with his company in London in jeopardy. The ending is something of a twist, leaving Edward wondering just how much of the last month or so of his life was real and what will happen in the future.

I almost liked this book. It certainly kept my interest, and I didn’t put it down. What bothered me, however, was how quickly it spun out after Edward discovered why the game, MOMUS, had so many resemblances to his own quest for the Viage. In fact, it was too coincidental. Even Edward seems to realize this, frequently alluding to the fact that he feels like he is in a convoluted spy thriller movie or something.

The relationship between Margaret and Edward was pat and predictable. The reader only needs to wonder when they will kiss rather than if. On the other hand, I think the reader kind of wants the two to get together in some way, for Margaret’s sake. The twist alluded to in the end in the summary above was somewhat of a surprise, but it was nothing that careful reading might not have helped a reader discover.

I became concerned for Edward pouring his existence into this quest for the book and spending all his spare time playing MOMUS. He was wasting his life with the game, which, if you’ve ever obsessively played any game, you can relate to. I think mine was The Secret of Mana on the old SNES.

I don’t imagine this book would be entertaining for too many people if Edward’s search for the Codex delved too much into the medievalist aspect of it, but since that was one of the reasons I picked it up in the first place, I was disappointed.

I do think Grossman has a feel for those of us who grew up playing video games and still play them as thirty-something adults. He references an old Atari 2600 game called Adventure twice in the book, and it took me a minute, but then I remembered I had that game and tried to play it, too. The description of MOMUS sounds like any number of popular games created in the 1990s, namely Myst, although perhaps more interactive and realistic even. That side of the novel was interesting.

Would I read it again? Probably not. I don’t feel I wasted time in reading it, but it didn’t really grab me the way books such as The Dante Club have done. Upon reflection, however, I don’t think it was meant to.