Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Jonathan Safran Foer
April 2005
368 pages

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To say that our main character, Oskar, is precocious is an understatement. He’s also quirky, a bit socially awkward, and very, very sad (or, in his words, he has heavy boots). His dad died on 9/11 and Oskar misses him fiercely. So when he finds a mysterious key hidden in his father’s closet, Oskar sets off on a quest to find the lock that the key fits. Despite Oskar’s issues, I found myself reluctantly charmed and cheered him on during his search, even when it got a bit ridiculous at times. But then, Safran Foer has a tendency to get a bit ridiculous.

Along with Oskar’s story, we also get glimpses into the history of his grandparents, who were victims of theDresdenbombing.

One of my favorite things about this book was the addition of pictures and letters and day book entries that support the story and Oskar’s (and his grandfather’s) experiences. Kind of like House of Leaves, only way more interesting and accessible.

I’m a bit sorry that it sat unread on the shelf for so long (I have the hardcover, if that tells you anything), since it ended up being way less intimidating than I had the mistaken impression that it would be. I blame that on Safran Foer’s wife, since I do not have a good history with her. And that’s just ridiculous, because their styles are so different. So note to self: Jonathan Safran Foer yes. Nicole Krauss no.

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A Walk About Town: Rancho El Chorro

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Natalie has come up with the brilliant idea of A Walk About Town, a weekly feature hosted at Coffee and a Book Chick. Anyone can participate…just write about a spot in your town, or a spot you’ve visited.

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Last weekend Hamburger and I went for a walk through El Chorro Regional Park, which is located along Highway 1, halfway between our little town of Morro Bay and the larger county seat, San Luis Obispo. The land has an interesting history. Back in the day, like a lot of land in these parts, it was used for dairy ranching. In the 1940s the land was purchased by the federal government to add to Camp San Luis Obispo, which is the original home of the California National Guard. And then in the 1970s, some of the land was deeded to the County of San Luis Obispo as part of Nixon’s “Legacy of Parks” program to create El Chorro Regional Park. This history explains why there are fenced off areas with signs stating “No Trespassing – Unexploded Munitions” posted along the trails.

For our walk, we stuck to the old road that heads back into the hills. It had rained the day before, and we didn’t want Hamburger to slip on any muddy trails. The last thing he needs is to re-break any of his still healing bones!

The road was peaceful (babbling brook, chirping birds), but a bit boring (for Hamburger…I actually like old country roads that go nowhere). But we did come across a partially collapsed bridge:

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I also liked this twisty oak:

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This is actually what a lot of the county is looking like right now…dry hills and oak trees. We need more rain, and then I can show you why these hills are called the Irish Hills.

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The Stranger

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The Stranger
Albert Camus
Translated by Matthew Ward
123 pages
First published in 1942

This is a most unfortunate choice of covers (especially since it’s the edition that I own). It reminds me of the cover for Beat the Reaper, which you may recall was my least favorite cover for 2011. This is the cover for the original US edition, which is way better, in my opinion:

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Also, another note on book covers…I know many of you raved about Bad Marie last year. Although I never read it, I saw the cover plenty of times. Enough times, in fact, that when our main character acquires a girlfriend by the name of Marie, I instantly visualized her as the woman from the cover of Bad Marie. Kinda strange, since I’ve never read that book, but it just goes to show how much of an impact covers can have on me.

So. The book. I have no idea what inspired me to buy this book. But it’s been hanging around for awhile, so I put it on my list for the A Classics Challenge. And about the best thing I can say is that it was short (which means it’s not even the end of January and I can say I’m making progress on my challenges!). The worst thing I can say is that Camus was a philosopher. I should’ve known better, because philosophy and I have a long history of dislike. I just don’t get it. To the point that it makes my head hurt when I try.

Where was I? Oh yeah…the book. Our narrator, Meursault, is a bit detached from the world. When the novel opens, his mother has just died. He goes to the funeral, but he’s more overwhelmed with tiredness than grief. In the days following his mother’s death, he becomes involved with Marie, and his neighbor Raymond, a mean man obsessed with beating his mistress because he believes she cheated on him.

When the mistress’s brother (they are Arab, and none of the Arabs are given names (also…did I mention this book is set in colonial Algiers?)) starts to follow them, Raymond gets a bit twitchy. Eventually there is a confrontation and Meursault ends up shooting a man. Similar to his mother’s death, he shows no emotion or remorse. And it’s this detachment and lack of emotion that results in his eventual conviction and death sentence.

Evidently there’s a lot of absurdism and maybe a touch of nihilism and existentialism reflected in the book, but if I tried to explain any of that I think my brain would explode. There’s also Meursault’s denial of God and his eventually acceptance that life just has no meaning.

Like Meursault’s lack of emotion about life, I pretty much had no emotional response to this book. While it isn’t the worst of the classics I’ve ever read (hello, Brothers K), it didn’t do much for me, other than put me to sleep (actually, I think that was the cold I was coming down with, but with 5 pages left to go, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open).

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Rooftops of Tehran

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Rooftops of Tehran
Mahbod Seraji
May 2009
368 pages

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17 year old Pasha and his best bud Ahmed like to hang out on the (surprise) rooftops of their homes in Tehran. Pasha is the more serious of the two…he loves to read and moon over the neighbor girl, who is engaged to the local genius/Really Nice Guy. Ahmed is comic relief, always quick with a joke or a skit. Of course, he’s mooning over a girl, too. However, since it’s the 1970s in Iran, there’s also a bit of political dissent going on, and the boys can’t stay innocent forever.

I ended up being disappointed by this one. I thought that the ending was predictable. Also, the Big Event happened halfway through the book, and then it seemed like it took forever and a day to wrap the whole thing up. And since I could see the ending coming from a mile away, it wasn’t the most enjoyable of forevers and a day. I liked it so much better when Pasha was in the mental hospital and we didn’t know what had happened to him.

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A People’s Readalong: week 2

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Welcome to week two of A People’s Readalong. A group of us (see the end of the post for the group, and please shout out if I’ve overlooked you) will be reading one chapter a week from Howard Zinn’s classic history book, A People’s History of the United States. We’ll be finished sometime in July. icon biggrin A Peoples Readalong: week 2

This week we’re focusing on Chapter Two: Drawing the Color Line. Main points from the chapter include:

    • Slavery and its problems were not limited to the South.
    • Left to their own devices, most blacks and whites who shared similar lives (in terms of work and wages) treated each other as equals. It took laws to stop them and encourage racial prejudice.
    • Those with wealth and power lived in fear of rebellion and uprisings…by blacks, whites and Native Americans. God forbid any of those groups should band together.

Overall though, I found Chapter 2 to be a but murky. Zinn is trying to show that racism is a social construction, and he provides examples of how those in power had to create laws to punish the fraternization of blacks and whites…to stop them from working together to rebel, or running away together, or marrying. And while I agree with him, and appreciate what he is trying to show, Chapter 2 on it’s own is difficult to discuss. Chapter 3 continues the discussion of the development of racial contempt in the US and brings it all together.

What I appreciated most about this week’s reading was the discussion on slavery in Africa. I remember being told in high school that Africans themselves had slaves. Not as reason to excuse the entire slave trade, but still a cop-out out, as it plays into the idea that Africans were used to being slaves. I liked how Zinn cried foul on this and explained that slavery in Africa was totally different than slavery in the US.

If you posted any thoughts on the book today, please leave a link in the comments. If not, no worries…just tell us what you thought in the comments!

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Historic Conversations on Life With JFK

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Holy shmoly, if you want political gossip, is this the audio book for you!

In the months following JFK’s death, Jackie Kennedy sat down with Arthur Schlessinger Jr (and was it my imagination, or was the man no good with kids…I swear he yelled “Out!” at John-John at one point during the interviews) and dished on all the people she came in contact with during her marriage to JFK.

At one point, she even bashed Rose Kennedy, stating that Joseph Kennedy deserves all the credit for how curious and intelligent the kids all turned out to be, as Mrs. Kennedy was only interested in place-mats.

She goes on to talk about the Eisenhower’s (there was no love lost between her and Mamie) and the Johnson’s (evidently Lady Bird was quite the note-taker and Lyndon would never be half the president that Jack was) and the Nixon’s and Adlai Stevenson and all sorts of other people whose names I didn’t recognize. But one thing was clear. Jack was the bee’s knees. He was smart and well-read and charming and nice and all that was good and shining in the world.

Seriously. The man was practically a saint in her eyes. And no one would ever live up to his promise. She’s very clear about that.

She also talked a lot about life in the White House and and her project to restore it, as well as her trips abroad and the Cuban Missile Crisis and all sorts of other things. There’s quite a bit packed into the 8 hours of interviews.

And while she comes across as a bit of a ditz at times with that breathy voice and her “Oh, I don’t know, what do you think” responses and her “men are so much better at politics” stance, she also can’t quite hide her own intelligence. As the interviews continue she gets more comfortable and natural, while still maintaining that fierce allegiance to Jack and all that he stood for.

So while her opinions are incredibly biased, they are still awfully interesting to listen to. Just make sure you crank up the volume, since the audio is fairly sketchy in parts.

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A Walk About Town: The Embarcadero

A Walk About Town A Walk About Town: The EmbarcaderoNatalie has come up with the brilliant idea of A Walk About Town, a weekly feature hosted at Coffee and a Book Chick. Anyone can participate…just write about a spot in your town, or a spot you’ve visited.

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I live in Morro Bay, which is a small town on the coast of California. Lucky me, since we live on a hill (and lucky me I don’t live with a guy named Jack), I can see the Pacific Ocean from my living room. I can also see Morro Rock (which translates as Rock Rock, or more specifically, “a rocky outcrop in the shallow waters of a harbor, often round in shape and sometimes very high” Rock…however you look at it, it’s redundant).

I rarely venture down to the Embarcadero, which is the street that runs along the bay. It’s mostly tourist shops and restaurants. But it’s also kinda pretty, so one morning I headed out before the shops opened to take some pictures of the bay and that big rock rock that marks the entrance to the harbor.

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Take the Cannoli

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Take the Cannoli
Sarah Vowell
2001
219 pages

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This is a collection of essays written by Vowell and previously published elsewhere. Unlike her later works, there isn’t a central theme to this book. It still reeks (in a good way) of her signature style, though…snarky, insightful, and fun to read. Among other things, she writes about guns, Sinatra, the Trail of Tears, insomnia, learning how to drive, Disney World, and The Godfather.

There were two things in this book that made me think that Vowell and I were freakishly alike (actually, we’re not at all alike…but these two excerpts are totally me). In her essay ”Drive Through Please,” she relates her thoughts on driving and her experiences on learning to drive:

“In most families, I hear, the father teaches the kids to drive. But I had been in the backseat when he was screaming at Amy [her twin sister] not to damage the U-joints, whatever those are. I figured he already had plenty of reasons to yell at me without adding car damage to his list of behavioral complaints. So Amy tried to teach me – once. Before I even got around to turning the key in the ignition I couldn’t stop giggling so she kicked me out of her car and made me walk.”

This is ridiculously similar to my own experience. My father was the first person who tried to teach me how to drive. However, he was more concerned with telling me how the clutch and gears worked (yes, I had to learn how to drive in a stick shift), as if knowledge of the internal workings of a car would magically result in one knowing how to drive. Hah! The only thing that happened was I cried, and my dad was disgusted. Following this traumatic experience, my mom took me out, and we laughed so hard nothing was really accomplished. Fortunately, she didn’t make me walk home. My big brother is the one who actually taught me how to drive…who knew he’d have the patience of a saint?

The next essay that spoke to me was “Dark Circles.” Actually, the essay is on insomnia, but there was one paragraph:

“Phone rang. It was Dave, a writer friend. We talked for over an hour, mainly about punctuation. He has big plans for the ellipsis. He’s mad for ellipses. I tell him, yeah. I have similar affection for the parenthesis (but I always take most of my parentheses out, so as not to call undue attention to the glaring fact that I cannot think in complete sentences, that I think only inn short fragments, or long, run-on thought relays that the literati call stream of consciousness but I like to think of as disdain for the finality of the period). Dave is trying to decide whether he wants there to be a space before or after the ellipsis. He’s unsure. Is the ellipsis approach powerful because of what is not said after the dot dot dot, or is it a cheap excuse for not being able to verbalize? Conversely, do we parentheticals want to communicate by cramming more in, thus slapping what we’re not saying in between what we are, officially, saying? Or is it because we can’t decide?”

I’m afraid I’m a parenthetical who loves to cram stuff in, but who also loves the ellipses because I just can’t verbalize.

There was also numerous references to Columbus and his misdeeds, which is kinda weird considering I’m also reading A People’s History of the United States, and had just finished the chapter in which Zinn educates us on the bad side of Columbus. (Coincidentally, the book I read immediately before Take the Cannoli also had a Columbus bashing line. Howard Zinn would be so proud.)

I think this is the third Vowell that I’ve read (Assassination Vacation and The Partly Cloudy Patriot, which I barely remember, are the other two). I really want to read The Wordy Shipmates and Unfamiliar Fishes, although at the rate I’m going, it’ll be the next decade before I get to them.

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Albert Camus

As part of A Classics Challenge, this month we’re asked to discuss the author that we’re  currently reading. The first prompt is an overview of the author. Since I’m reading The Stranger, I present Albert Camus:

Albert Camus was born in 1913 into a Pied-Noir family, a term that refers to European colonists of French Algeria. Camus’ father died in WWI and he grew up in a poor neighborhood of Algiers with his mother. By working a series of odd jobs he was able to put himself through school at the University of Algiers. Camus went on to be a novelist, journalist, and philosopher.

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He also appears to have been a smoker.

Camus believed in absurdism, the idea that humans are caught in a constant attempt to derive meaning from a meaningless world. He was also at various times in his life, a communist, anarchist, pacifist, and defender of human rights. Despite not believing in the institution of marriage, Camus was married twice.

Camus’ novels include The Stranger (1942), The Plague (1947), and The Fall (1956). His philosophical writings include The Myth of Sisyphus (1942) and The Rebel (1951). He also wrote many plays and essays. In 1957 he won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

He died in an automobile accident in 1960.

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A People’s Readalong: week 1

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Welcome to week one of A People’s Readalong. A group of us (see the end of the post for the group, and please shout out if I’ve overlooked you) will be reading one chapter a week from Howard Zinn’s classic history book, A People’s History of the United States. We’ll be finished sometime in July. icon biggrin A Peoples Readalong: week 1

This week we’re focusing on Chapter One: Columbus, the Indians, and Human Progress. I’m going to start with an excerpt from the chapter. Please excuse the length, but I think it perfectly summarizes Zinn’s approach to history and the point of this book.

“My point is not to grieve for the victims and denounce the executioners. Those tears, that anger, cast into the past, deplete our moral energy for the present. And the lines are not always clear. In the long run, the oppressor is also a victim. In the short run (and so far, human history has consisted only of short runs), the victims, themselves desperate and tainted with the culture that oppresses them, turn on other victims.

Still, understanding the complexities, this book will be skeptical of governments, and their attempts, through politics and culture, to ensnare ordinary people in a giant web of nationhood pretending to a common interest. I will try not to overlook the cruelties that victims inflict on one another as they are jammed together in the boxcars of the system. I don’t want to romanticize them, but I do remember (in rough paraphrase) a statement I once read: ‘The cry of the poor is not always just, but if you don’t listen to it you will never know what justice is.’

I don’t want to invent victories for people’s movements. But to think that history-writing must aim simply to recapitulate the failures that dominate the past is to make historians collaborators in an endless cycle of defeat. If history is to be creative, to anticipate a possible future without denying the past, it should, I believe, emphasize new possibilites by disclosing those hidden episodes of the past when, even if in brief flashes, people showed their ability to resist, to join together, occasionally to win, I am supposing, or perhaps only hoping, that our future may be found in the past’s fugitive moments of compassion rather that in its solid centuries of warfare.

That, being as blunt as I can, is my approach to the history of the United States. The reader might as well know that before going on.”

What surprised me the most is how not angry Zinn is. For some reason, I had expected a more militant stance. And while he’s certainly not excusing anyone, Zinn is holding true to his statement that “My point is not to grieve for the victims and denounce the executioners. Those tears, that anger, cast into the past, deplete our moral energy for the present.” Once I read this I will admit to a big sigh of relief. I’m not a fan of angry history. So this attitude, combined with his very readable style, is making this book seem like less of a chore than I initially anticipated it would be.

After Zinn presents his manifesto, so to speak, the first chapter focuses on Columbus, and breaking down the myth that he’s a shining hero who discovered the New World and paved the way for Europeans to colonize the Americas. Zinn presents the history that is often overlooked…how Columbus had a callous attitude toward the natives, and how the Arawaks (and later, other tribes across the Americas) were decimated through disease, greed, aggression, and slavery. And all the while, the conquerors were claiming that it was just a necessary sacrifice for progress and civilization.

I also read the first chapter in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, which provides excerpts from primary and other sources relevant to this chapter. There are excerpts from Columbus’s diary (which is a bit of a trip, since he either refers to himself in the third person or as the Admiral…he comes across as being a bit infatuated with himself) and the diary of Bartolomé de las Casas, who gives a first hand account of some of the atrocities perpetuated against the Arawaks and other natives. There are also excerpts from a modern novel written by the Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano, in which he re-imagines Columbus arrival in the New World.

And if you can get your hands on a copy of the DVD, The People Speak, I really encourage you to watch it. Actors and musicians perform excerpts (of the excerpts) from Voices, Howard Zinn provides background narration, and there are hundreds of images interwoven through the presentations. It doesn’t follow the same order as the books (the Columbus chapter appears late in the DVD), but it’s fascinating to see and hear the words of Zinn and his sources brought to life. The man must have been a phenomenal teacher.

If you posted your thoughts on the first chapter, please leave a link in the comments. If not, no worries…just tell us what you thought in the comments!

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