Parked in Front of the Tube

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I spent most of today happily parked in front of the tube.

First, I watched the tail end of the History Channel’s program on the Salem Witch Trials. I think I had seen it before, because I remembered the end when the historians were sitting around a table in the home of one of the victims discussing the hysteria.

Next, a really interesting program about the Plague came on. I learned several things I didn’t know or hadn’t put together before. It was interesting to see the ways in which this momentous event entirely changed history. This might have been the first program I’ve seen, too, that successfully brought home the enormity of the disaster.

After that I watched a program called Little Ice Age: Big Chill. Did you realize that a mini-ice age gripped the planet for about 600 years between around 1300 and 1850? I knew there had been one in the Middle Ages, but I didn’t realize it had lasted until so recently. I didn’t realize it had impacted so many aspects of our ancestors’ lives, too. For instance, there is a theory that Stradivarius violins owe their excellent tone in part to the coldest part of the Little Ice Age in which trees in the area where the violins were made grew particularly dense wood due to the cold.

Finally, I felt like watching a movie. I checked the Pay-Per-View new movie listings, but I didn’t see anything I wanted to watch. I decided to see if there was anything good in the bargain section (not really a bargain, since it’s only a dollar cheaper) and saw that they were offering Love Actually. I love those sorts of British movies, and believe it or not, I hadn’t seen it yet, so I purchased and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Sometimes it’s great to just sit in front of the tube.


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Lost

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LostI finished Gregory Maguire’s Lost last night.  It’s a weird book.  I can’t really say that I liked it, because I found the ending flat and unsatisfying.  There were parts of it that I did like, but ultimately I found it somewhat confusing and convoluted.  It was not as good as Wicked, and it’s sad, because there was the germ of a great idea behind this book.

Winnie Rudge is descended from Ozias Rudge, who believed himself to be the model for Charles Dickens’ Ebenezer Scrooge.  Rudge regaled youngsters with tales of being haunted by a specter, and he later surmises one of them must have been young Master Dickens, who is known to have been in Hampstead during his youth.

The book opens with a jarring car accident Winnie witnesses while on her way to a Forever Families adoption group meeting.  For much of the book, Winnie’s purpose in going is completely unclear.  She books a flight to England to visit her cousin and friend, John Comester, who lives in Rudge House, the ancestral home of the Rudges, and who is missing when she arrives to find workmen at Rudge House.

Don’t read further if you plan to read the book.

John is actually being a jerk and avoiding Winnie.  Winnie is weird, no doubt, but I still can’t figure out why most of the people she encounters in the book treat her so shabbily.

The book slows way down around the middle, and it was hard for me to finish, but dammit, when I dedicate so much time to a book, I feel bad putting it down.  So I slogged through it.

I think Maguire has had some really good ideas for stories, and I enjoyed Wicked very much.  Steer clear of this one.  In the words of an Amazon review I found by Terry Mesnard (and can’t figure out how to link directly to):

The bookstore was out of Wicked but they did have Lost. I almost wish they didn’t. Not just because I didn’t like the book but because it made me almost not want to read Wicked.

The problem for me was that Maguire seemed to gloss over everything. He keeps the reader distanced from the characters. Not once did I feel like I got to know Winnie. On one hand this was partially intentional as Winnie herself is a very distanced character who retreats into her writing when faced with a situation she doesn’t want to acknowledge. Ironically enough, the one area that Winnie was a bit too revealing involves a “plot twist” I guess. I hate to call it so because it is the ONLY thing that was concretely and blatantly obvious.

The end result to me was such a wishy-washy mess that when all of the story threads “came together” I didn’t care. The last third of the novel I read to have a conclusion and get it over with, not because I genuinely cared. It’s hard to care about a character you don’t ever get to know. The end result is that I should have listened to the reviews here instead of the critical praises saying “A brilliant, perceptive, and deeply moving fable about loss…”. I’d recommend you do the same. Here’s hoping Wicked is much better.

Terry, Wicked was much better, and I hope you still checked it out.


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Waste of Time?

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I must have missed this announcement. No doubt in the world that blog posts, comments, and message board posts have the potential to cause harm to others. I worry that just annoying someone has become illegal. If that sort of thing transferred into everyday life, most of us could think of at least one person a day who should be headed for jail. Co-workers who gives us rides to work, but then forget us and leave us stranded there. The guy who cuts us off on the Interstate. The guy with his blinker on for five miles. The loud kids at the restaurant. Etc.

In the case of this law, I suppose the implication is that it’s legal to annoy someone if you use your real name. My experience has been that almost no one who doesn’t like something I’ve have written and wants to leave a negative comment uses his/her real name. I had a few comments about posts I wrote about Marilou Braswell that were all anonymous and signed off with a dismissive, “God Bless!” (Being such an ass as to criticize Coach Braswell meant I must need God’s blessing, I suppose.) I deleted them because I don’t see a reason to give someone who isn’t brave enough to stand behind his/her words with a real name air time on my blog.

Then, too, there are instances when someone makes it a hobby to set up a blog and criticize someone. There are probably a few of these, but I’m most familiar with the one set up in mockery of my husband’s blog. I scratch my head over that, because I don’t understand what the point is. Why does this anonymous person care so much? It’s confusing to me, but then I suppose some people have copious amounts of time to waste on such fruitless endeavors. I think when these sorts of sites are not open to feedback or comments, then it is because the writers realize what a waste of time it is and are scared of being harassed in the manner in which he/she harasses others through this kind of activity. I should be less circumspect and link the blog, but 1) I don’t feel it needs even the paltry traffic I would deliver to justify its existence, and 2) I have no desire to be a target of his/her strangely obsessive and certainly venomous nastiness. As far as I’m concerned, if you have a beef with what my husband writes about, keep it between the two of you and leave me out.

I don’t know. I just think it’s weird to hide behind anonymity and expect to be taken seriously. It also makes it impossible to engage in dialogue because the footing is not equal. It’s kind of like the difference between a debate between two individuals in which each participant knows or knows of the other and some heckler in an audience who keeps screaming out, “You suck!” As much as I don’t get heckler comments, I really don’t get heckler blogs.


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Homesick

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When people ask me where I’m from, I often hesitate.  I don’t know how they want me to answer.  Do I say where I was born?  Or where I lived the longest?  Or my favorite place?  Or where I spent most of my childhood?  Or from where I graduated?  It could be any one of those things, and each of those things (practically each, anyway) has a different answer.  I moved around a lot.

For what it’s worth, I have two homes — north Georgia and Denver, Colorado.  I have never felt so at home and perfectly happy in my surroundings as I did when I went to college at UGA.  My theory is that my ancestors lived in that area, so northeast Georgia is “in my blood.”  On the other hand, I really have to say that nothing takes me back and makes me relive my childhood like going to the place where I spent most of it — Denver.  And I am finding myself feeling a bit homesick for that place.

Of all things, it was a re-run of South Park’s Casa Bonita episode that did it.  I remember going to that place when I was a kid.  I remember the cliff divers.  We always used to buy those plastic necklaces that glow in the dark.  The restaurant is like a theme park inside.  It’s amazing.

That made me start thinking of the other stuff I miss.  Like how you can always tell which direction you’re driving, because the Rockies are to the west.  Or the Russian olive trees that seem to be everywhere.  Or the prairie dogs that seem to be in every empty field you drive past.

I’m really hoping we can go out there this summer for a visit.  My grandparents still live there, and my uncle and cousin live in Colorado Springs.


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Literature Carnival, Eighth Edition

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I want to thank all of you for your submissions to this week’s carnival. Before we peruse the selections, I want to, as we say here in the South, put a bug in your ear about something. The next Literature Carnival will take place on April 8, but the one after it falls 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.

I always look forward to GrrlScientist’s submissions, especially her LabLit reviews. Read her review of Intuition by Allegra Goodman.

Ron Schuler probably didn’t know this about me when he submitted Prisoner Without Fingerprints — The Mystery of Thomas Malory, but I’m a huge King Arthur nut. The story of Sir Thomas Malory is almost as interesting as that of his famous legendary hero, and it is something I thoroughly enjoyed reading at Ron Schuler’s Parlour Tricks.

Margaret Atwood generated quite a buzz with her LongPen, which enables her to “meet and sign books for her fans all over the world from her own home.” It also generated some snark from “General Kang” at The Skwib.

One of the most interesting trends in blogging, perhaps (or perhaps not) originating with NaNoWriMo, is serial blogging — the publication of short stories or novels in serial format on a blog. I think this is one of the wonderful things about blogging — who needs to cater to an agent or a big publishing house when you can share your writing in your blog and reach your readers immediately? And what better way for agents and publishing houses to scout for talent? OUPblog submits part one of their serial blogging piece “Copycat.” (Yeah, I know, it isn’t exactly what I was talking about, as this piece was previously published, but you get the idea).

“The horror…” Heart of Darkness. Koranteng Ofosu-Amaah takes a look at the novel and the shadow it casts over Congo/African-related literature in his excellent post.

Ever get that “so many books, so little time” feeling? What do you do about it? Tanya Abramovitch at The Library Girl considers the options.

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


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Wicked

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WickedGregory Maguire has done something really different with his series of “twisted” fairy tales, hasn’t he? Wicked is my first foray into Maguire’s writing. I really enjoyed it.

Was the Wicked Witch of the West really ever wicked at all? This question is central to the novel. Elphaba, the name Maguire gives to Dorothy’s nemesis, wonders herself. Early in the novel in a conversation with her college roommate Galinda, who later became Glinda the “Good” Witch of the North, Elphaba wonders, “Do you think evil really exists?” Near the end of the novel, Elphaba’s friend Boq asserts, “You’re not wicked.” She replies, “How do you know?” Boq theorizes that “it’s people who claim that they’re good, or anyway better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.” I found this to be the most important passage in the novel — it a manner, it is an answer to Elphaba’s question to Glinda. Yes, there is evil — in the form of people who refuse to admit that they are, well, evil.

Let me explain.

I think this book can be read on many levels, but one thing I took away from it was a sort of moral or political message. There are multiple points of view, and depending on yours, you see others as good or evil. However, it is that group of people that seek to impose their definition of good upon others that are dangerous — the extremists on the left and right.

I also found it interesting that Elphaba felt herself to be a failure, that she fell into her role as the Wicked Witch of the West, and that she had spent so much of her life seeking absolution that she would never receive.

I will admit to being confused at times. I had to re-read passages. There are portions of the book that I found difficult to follow. However, I have to highly recommend it to anyone who enjoyed The Wizard of Oz. This revisionist version of the story will cause you to question what’s real. It was enjoyable fantasy — different from anything I think I’ve ever read before.


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Old Writing

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Steve is looking over his old journals.  In some ways, I am envious of the fact that he has them.  He can read what he was doing on March 12, 1986 (provided he wrote that day) and marvel over his dorkitude.  I kid, of course.  Or do I?

I kept a paper journal for a few years in high school.  I don’t know what ever became of it.  I sometimes I wish I had it now.  I distinctly remember taping the first penny minted in 1987 that I came across that year.  There were all kinds of things like that stuffed in there.

I don’t have that, but I do have online writing dating back to late June 2001.  There are reasons why I don’t want to move it all over here, but I have come to a decision to upload some of that writing here.  Rather than make you dig around, when/if I upload some thing old, I’ll alert you to it in a post, should you care to read.


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