Booking Through Thursday- Book Wear and Tear

Good one from Booking Through Thursday this week: Are you a spine breaker? Or a dog-earer? Do you expect to keep your books in pristine condition even after you have read them? Does watching other readers bend the cover all the way round make you flinch or squeal in pain?

I bet this is going to be a polarizing question.  Have already asked My Westing Game Friend.  I believe he actually shuddered at the thought of a broken-spined book.  I think he will not be lending me books anytime soon.  I don’t break book spines intentionally, I swear!  And I really don’t like the rolling the front cover and pages all the way over curling philosophy.  Even so.  I believe My Friend is planning to buy me copies of his favorite books, or send me sternly to the library, to keep the spines of his books intact.

I actually like borrowing and lending copies of books, and having them come back differently dog-eared, or generally a little rumpled.  As long as they’re still in readable condition where the pages won’t fall out.l  It means that a friend has gone exploring in the rooms and corridors of the same book, picked up on different things, and left a visible trail for me to notice, or to follow.  It helps me share and explore the differences in our reading experiences.  That’s one of the many reasons I love buying slightly battered used books.  They are a little frayed and lived in, mysterious parts of some other life.  I love the mystery of inscriptions.  A copy of The Callahan Chronicals I loan out has an inscription signed “Peace, Love and Elephants.”  When I bought Marilyn Hacker’s collected poems, I found a photo of a young couple and their baby in it.  Who are they?  I don’t know.  I wish they had dog-eared their favorite poems before selling the book.

If I am going to write in a book though, it has to be in pencil, and lightly.  I don’t do it often.  If it’s nonfiction, or a poem that I’m trying to learn from, I’m more likely to underline, or make small dots or exclamation points in the margins  of key lines.  Reminds me of a Billy Collins poem about marginalia- about lonely monks, and the pencil marks of some lonely student.  “Pardon the egg salad stains, but I’m in love.”  I really don’t like food markings left behind in books.  That’s just unhealthy.

Full text of the Billy Collins poem, “Marginalia,” can be found here.

Published in:  on October 30, 2008 at 7:47 pm Comments (2)
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Spooky Halloween Books Round-Up

They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky

by Elizabeth Willse, for the Newark Star-Ledger, October 26, 2008

710 words

DEVIL BONES
Kathy Reichs Scribner, 310 pp., $25.95

Kathy Reichs’ 11th Temperance Brennan novel will satisfy longtime fans, intrigue new readers and offer plenty of macabre twists for the spooky season.

Renovations of an old house uncover a strange array of objects: a cauldron, animal remains, mystic symbols and a human skull. Tempe Brennan’s research links the objects to Santeria, a tradition that borrows from African and Latin A body washes up on the riverbank, naked, decapitated and carved with Satanic symbols. Although Brennan knows the traditions are unrelated, she wonders if the incidents are linked.

Brennan’s narration keeps the tension moving, both in the mystery and in her complex personal life. First-time readers arriving via the Fox television series “Bones” may be confused by the older, more caustic Tempe Brennan character, working with Charlotte, N.C., law enforcement instead of with the FBI in Washington.
But Reichs places her readers in the life of an older Brennan working solo. — Elizabeth Willse

INFECTED
Scott Sigler
Three Rivers Press, 400 pp.,
$13.95 paperback

This adrenaline-fueled, gruesome thrill ride of a debut tells a horrifying tale of a new disease that not only covers its victims in triangle-shaped welts, but also reaches into their minds, whispering horrible, murderous compulsions. Is it a disease or a new species bent on human destruction?

It starts as a few the skin. But the disease escalates, compelling victims to paranoid delusions and even murder.

Perry Dawes isn’t going to bother the doctors about a weird rash. But when the blue triangles appear and begin to whisper their scary desires, Perry is angry. He resolves to not lay out the welcome mat for the invaders.

This vivid, violent gore fest packs the visceral horror of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” and taps into modern fears of terrorism and mad science. Not for the squeamish, but adrenaline junkies with a taste for mayhem and science will be riveted. — E.W.

VAMPIRE ZERO:
A GRUESOME VAMPIRE TALE

David Wellington
Three Rivers Press, 320 pp.,
13.95 paperback

This gritty tale infuses a police procedural with grisly vampire lore. Jameson Arkeley, the nation’s foremost expert on vampires, taught Laura Caxton everything she knows. To save her life during a battle against a vampire army, he gave up his humanity. Now, Caxton must chase down her mentor. But as the body count mounts, she realizes he’s murdering his own loved ones.

Wellington uses Caxton’s point of view and rural Pennsylvania towns to crank up the suspense.

Readers beginning with “Vampire Zero” will be confused about character histories and relationships. Wellington only sketches a few details here, leaving the reader to puzzle out the rest — or refer to his earlier novels, “99 Coffins” and “13 Bullets.” But sparse descriptions keep the action fast-paced. — E.W.

DEATH: A LIFE
George Pendle
Three Rivers Press, 272 pp.,
$13.95 paperback

Absurd humor runs throughout the narrative, from Death’s childhood, raised in the pits of hell by his demonic mother, Sin, to a conversation with Phil the Raccoon as Armageddon approaches. Whimsical captions tacked onto classic paintings and woodcuts serve as a demented scrap tell the story, tongue planted firmly in skeletal cheek.

The voice Pendle creates for Death is, by turns, skewering satire and endearing pathos. Pendle also makes hilarious use of self-help jargon, particularly in Death’s early childhood, as Death seeks the affection of his father, Satan, Lord of Lies.

Death’s memoirs and misadventures have a distinctly British absurdity. “Monty Python” fans will laugh out loud. — E.W.

DARK BANQUET: BLOOD AND
THE CURIOUS LIVES OF BLOOD
FEEDING CREATURES

Bill Schutt
Illustrations by Patricia J. Wynne
Harmony Books, 325 pp., $25.95

From the biology and myths of vampire bats to the history of leeches in medicine, this wide-ranging scientific study of sanguivores (blood-feeding creatures) is packed with fascinating facts and anecdotes. Schutt brings together historical accounts, science and stories from his own travels to inform readers and untangle the truth from these animals’ gruesome reputations.

For example, only three out of the 11,000 bat species are true vampires, feeding on the blood of other animals. Thanks to Bram Stoker and vampire legends, scientists and zoologists of the 19th century were certain every bat was a spooky bloodsucker.

Other blood drinkers deserve their grisly reputations. — E.W.

Published in:  on October 29, 2008 at 2:54 am Leave a Comment
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John Le Carre’s new one….

I read a semi-review of John Le Carre’s “A Wanted Man,” by another Elizabeth, Elizabeth Hemmerdinger at Women’s Voices For Change.

She riffs on “John Le Carre’s Dark World” on a dark and spooky, stormy day.   I think I will make soup for a while, and then curl up with a book.  Apparently, she’s “reading” it as an audiobook, which gives me pause.  I use audiobooks as relaxation-fodder, and so seek out gentle, lulling stories.  From the sound of this one, it’s too suspenseful for me to imagine hearing it.  It would get me all wound up.

That said, I’m forever on the lookout for cozy, comforting stories in audiobook format.

Published in:  on October 25, 2008 at 9:31 pm Leave a Comment
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What One Book, More Than Any Other? (Part 1)

I asked friends and acquaintances these questions:

What book have you read more times than any other?
How many times have you read it?
When was the first time you read it?
What keeps you coming back to that one book?
And any other relevant stories you’d like to tell about that one best beloved book.

The first batch of answers is behind the cut.  It’s a question I plan to keep asking. (Will post answers when I get another batch of 10+)  Thanks to all who have answered so far.  And- if you think of another bookish question for me to start bouncing around, let me know. (more…)

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My Friend’s Thoughts on The Westing Game

Like me (and the Westing Game) My Friend reading it aloud with me is 30.  It’s his first time reading it, though.  I’m having maybe too much fun, getting his impressions as we go along.  Because, of course, he’s piecing together the mystery I’ve already read dozens of times.

For others planning to read The Westing Game for the first time, don’t worry.  I’m not planning to spoil anything here.  I asked My Friend for his guesses about what would happen next, and his thoughts, in general on the plot.  And then I helped him justify every single one of his guesses, and agreed with their logic completely.  I’m very glad we’re having these conversations over the phone, so he can’t see my face.  I don’t have a poker face.  Anyway, I promise there aren’t any real spoilers here, but just to be safe- here’s a cut.   Read on, if you dare. (more…)

Published in:  on October 23, 2008 at 1:55 am Leave a Comment
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How the Westing Game Holds Up Over Time

A friend and I are reading The Westing Game aloud over the phone, alternating chapters.  We just finished 13 (his) and 14 (mine) so we’re about midway through.  As I’m reading, and listening to him read, I notice foreshadowing and plot points.  I’m doing a decent job, I think, of muffling my laughter.  I think I haven’t revealed any major plot points by giggling knowingly.  I hope.

As I’m reading, I also notice some small ways the book was definitely written in the late 70s.  And published the year I was born.  So, it’s timely to blog about.  30th Anniversary Celebration!  Little touches of description, about shag carpet, or soon-to-be married Angela embroidering for her trousseau.  I think Angela’s embroidery, and her tapestry bag,  are meant to seem dated, even contemporary to the 70s, because she’s a symbol of the conflict between marriage and college/career.

Some of the terms have changed.  Calling Judge Ford, who is African American, a Negro woman, and having social-climbing wannabe heiress Grace Windsor Wexler be proud of her liberalism for shaking the judge’s hand.  Flora Baumbach has a “Mongoloid” daughter ( a word for Downs Syndrome which I remember having to look up, when I was a kid reading this for the first time.)  Chris Theodorakis, a kid in a wheelchair, has some kind of unspecified genetic disease that slurs his speech and causes seizures.  I can’t help thinking that a 21st century answer to this book would have named Chris’s disorder specifically.

And something that feels dated in a black-humor sort of way.  Junior high school student Turtle Wexler plays the stock market.  She listens to updates on her transistor radio.  The stock market fluctuates.  Some of her stocks drop.  SEA, purchased at $15 a share, drops to $8.  She’s miserable when the stock market drops 20 points.  Heh.

Even with these moments giving me pause, I love this book so much.  The mystery is so well crafted, so well foreshadowed, that it’s fun to read.  And even more fun to read with someone who is reading it for the first time.

Published in:  on October 21, 2008 at 12:56 am Leave a Comment
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At home with author Ian Rankin

My dad sent me this article, an interview at home with Ian Rankin. Dad is a huge fan of Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus novels.  They’re set in and around Edinburgh and Glasgow.

I love mystery novels and crime dramas on television, but the first time I read an Inspector Rebus novel was last year.  And I started, not with Rankin’s series, but with Rebus’s Scotland: A Personal Journey, a collection of photos, excerpts and essays about Edinburgh and Glasgow, really grounding the sense of place for Inspector Rebus, and getting me intrigued with the novels that way.

One funny excerpt about writing.  Answering a question about whether he has a schedule, Rankin says “Not really.  That’s one of the pleasures of being a writer.  If I have a novel that needs writing, I’ll put it off for as long as possible, until panic sets in, and then I’ll eventually force myself to sit at my desk and start writing.”

I remember hearing that Douglas Adams was a procrastinator too.  Sometimes, I wonder what authors are thinking about writing, but haven’t gotten around to yet.

Published in:  on October 20, 2008 at 1:21 am Leave a Comment
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Five tales that are a treat for dog lovers

A round-up of dog-related books.  published in the Star-Ledger 10/19/2008.  834 words

City Dog

Alison  Pace

Berkeley, 304 pp., $14 paperback

In this Manhattan romance, Alison Pace exhibits a keen eye for characters, both human and canine.

Now divorced, Amy Dodge is writing children’s books starring her Westie named Carlie and a fictional Scottish explorer named Robert Maguire. Chapters from Carlie’s point of view are oddly charming. Chapters told in fictional adventurer Robert Maguire’s voice are strange. As a figment of Amy’s imagination, his hearing her thoughts and his jealousy of real men in her life comes off more creepy than funny.

Even writers’ block isn’t as bad as what the TV studios are doing to a show loosely based on Amy and her dog. They’ve hired a gorgeous actress to film adventures all over Manhattan that are more fun and glamorous than Amy’s life of solitude and afternoons at the dog park. But just when Amy’s at her most melancholy, there are cautious hints that even the cutthroat world of cable television might hold a little romance.

– Elizabeth Willse

Woof! Writers on Dogs

Edited by Lee Montgomery

Viking, 256 pp., $24.95

Love resonates throughout this richly varied essay collection. Authors tell nostalgic tales of the canine companions who accompanied childhood adventures. There are rueful but fond memories of the antics of destructive puppies who grow up to be faithful and mellower friends. Beagles, schnauzers, spaniels, Labs and retrievers leap from the pages as working dogs, neighborhood celebrities, beloved family members and surrogate children. Some authors declare themselves dog lovers and list the names of dogs they have owned — as though it, too, is some kind of pedigree. Others tell the story of one particular dog who charmed his way past their reluctance.

A bittersweet thread runs through many of the stories because part of the nature of dog ownership and our bond with dogs is the knowledge that we will outlive them. That gives many of these essays an elegiac note, sharpening the sweetness of memory.

The storytelling skills make it impossible to select a “best in show.”

– E.W.

Dog Days: Dispatches from Bedlam Farm

Jon Katz

Random House, 304 pp., $14 paperback

Jon Katz has written many books about his life with dogs. In this one, dogs aren’t the only characters in his evocative and thoughtful vignettes.

That said, this one features his canine companions Rose, a border collie and working dog, a devoted sheep herder; Izzy, the half-feral border collie Katz tames and trains (whose story is told in greater detail in “Izzy and Lenore”); and a pair of Labs, the super-affectionate Cleo and older, more reserved Pearl.

Katz shines a spotlight on these and other members of the Bedlam Farm menagerie. He explores the difference between farmers who treat animals as pets and those who depend on them for livelihood; ponders people’s ethical obligations to animals; and keeps an honest eye on such personal foibles as his impatient temper, which sometimes gets in the way of his training efforts. Katz’s insights into dog training and farm life make a fascinating and varied read.

Izzy and Lenore: Two dogs, an Unexpected Journey, and Me

Jon Katz

Villard Books, 199 pp., $24

Katz returns to Bedlam Farm, not just to introduce two more of his beloved dogs, but to use his bond with those dogs to probe more deeply into some difficult emotional territory.

This at times heartbreaking memoir gives new depth and meaning to the concept of a rescue dog. Izzy, a border collie, was a rescue in the traditional sense. Abandoned and feral, Izzy is wild and fearful of humans until Katz’s patient care transforms him into a faithful companion sufficiently sociable to work as a hospice volunteer.

Lenore, a Lab puppy Katz buys from a breeder, becomes a rescue dog of a different sort. When his demanding book tour and lonely days of farm labor at home begin to take a toll on the author, the puppy seems to be the only thing that lifts his spirits, encouraging him to seek the healing therapy he needs.

– E.W.

Wally’s World: Life with Wally the Wonder Dog

Marsha Boulton

Thomas Dunne, 288 pp., $23.95

Wally, a goofy bull terrier who is earnest, loving and a misfit in puppy training school, will charm readers within a few pages. In his own special way, he fits into the menagerie on the southwestern Ontario farm run by Marsha Boulton and her partner.

Chasing soccer balls and bouncing them on his nose, tunneling under the comforter and traveling to posh hotels on book tours, Wally has a very plush dog’s life. He tackles farm life and city travel with verve. Balancing the gleeful and vivid descriptions of Wally’s antics are the sobering realities of ordinary life. Boulton writes with honesty and elegance of the hard work and small victories of the farm, a court case that threatens Stephen’s reputation and livelihood, and her own health difficulties.

Even without the delightful Wally romping through and wreaking havoc, Boulton’s strong prose would make this book worth reading. But Wally is a charming companion and guide through her memoir.

– E.W.

Published in:  on October 19, 2008 at 6:50 pm Leave a Comment
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Guest Post: Patricia Yarberry Allen from Women’s Voices For Change

This post originally appeared on Women’s Voices For Change, and is used with permission with the site’s editor.

“Reading Our Way Through This Economic Disaster”

by Patricia Yarberry Allen

Americans are drowning in a sea of information about the financial calamities that roil our society.  We seem to be incapable of understanding that our Titanic, a ship of a country so large and so prosperous, could ever go down.  One of the reasons these events seem so incomprehensible to us is that many of us have no memory of   the U.S. stock market boom of the 1920’s.
This was a time when people felt and acted just the way we did for the last 25 years. Rising stock prices on Wall Street enticed millions to invest and to borrow money to do so.  The automobile industry and industrial output in general were fueled by easy credit.  Businesses were assuming that they could sell more goods and services every year and were increasing their expenses.  Farmers were not part of this party but tried to survive by mortgaging the farm.  Interest rates were kept low by the government; thus credit was easy and business could grow.  It was all about more, more, more.
There were intelligent people then who warned that no system could grow quickly year after year after year without substantial adjustment.  “Too good to be true…you can’t get something for nothing,” then-New York governor Franklin Delano Roosevelt wrote in the late 1920’s.  But no one wanted to hear. Then on October 29, 1929 the stock market crashed, followed by a “run on banks.” (more…)

Neal Stephenson, on Reading

via Wil Wheaton’s blog.

“If you choose to read a book today, it’s not like a hundred years ago, when that was your only option. Today, when you read a book, you’re making a conscious decision not to play a video game, not to surf the web, not to watch a movie, not to turn on the TV. It does require a certain discipline to make that decision.…”

I agree with the notion of conscious choice, but I’m not sure I agree with the idea of it as discipline- unless of course, it’s a book I’m reading to review.

Reading an actual, paper book (in the age of Kindle and other e-books, I have to specify) is a different cognitive experience, I think.  The way a good book is immersive is both soothing and invigorating.  It recharges my energy, in a way that an equally compelling story told on TV or as a movie does not.  Sometimes, reading something wonderful feels like dreaming- being invited, wholly, to share in the world between book covers.  Then feeling, for a few moments, a little vague, and fuzzy, on the return to my own world.