Please try to suppress your shock at my appearance so soon after my last post. And while you do that, try to appreciate it as a trust token of sorts, a gesture expressing my deepest intentions to follow through on my stated plans--divulged to you, my few but much-valued blog readers.
First, some happenings from the last couple of weeks:
I have started to write poetry again. I'm keeping it top secret for now because I find the prospect a little unnerving. We shall see where it goes.
Also, we are thinking about adopting a rescued middle-aged beagle. News on future developments may be appearing soon. Before we take on responsibility for the welfare of a living thing, I welcome your advice, admonitions, encouragement, etc.
Meanwhile, some enjoyable moments have come from a couple of visits to Stanford during which I got to socialize and have some great conversations at leisure. When I arrive on campus I now have to navigate around quite a construction extravaganza. Stanford appears to be rushing to finish every possible beautification project before school starts in September. I honestly find it hard to believe, flattery aside, how the campus can be aesthetically improved. We shall see! A benefit of the chaos was the tightly-compartmentalized walkways, which made for more frequent encounters with the hundreds of visitors walking around. It was somehow heartwarming, in a really cheesy way, to see all the various groups of high school students doing their thing and overhearing bits of their animated conversations as they walked by. My little game is to "Guess the Major" from a variety of completely stereotypical first impressions. It's fun.
As for conversations, one particularly entertaining interaction happened while I was having lunch at the Treehouse restaurant with my friend H. We were pulled into conversation with a man in a Hawaiian shirt sharing our picnic table. We had gradually been edging closer to him as we tried to avoid a very persistent bee drawn to our Baja Fish Tostada salads. The stranger turned out to be VERY talkative. It was worth the hijacking of our conversation, though. He jumped in when H. and I were talking about Asturias, the Popol Vuh and ancient cultures such as the Mayans. Apparently this guy had spent a lot of time at archeological sites in Central and South America and knew quite a bit about these civilizations. He also went around the coast of those areas on a sailboat with his family, making pit stops at the sites of several sites of ruins. He mentioned he taught at Stanford, so we asked what department. I fully expected archaeology, history, sociology, anthropology or something of that nature, but he said he was affiliated with engineering, and did something with physics. He then proceeded to get us up to date on the happenings on his alpacas, which he keeps on a ranch or something he has in the area. Crazy! An alpaca-raising physicist who in his spare time sails to the sites of ancient civilizations. I love it.
On the subject of my quest to get healthier, I report that since I have so far lost about 4.5 pounds in about 3 1/2 weeks. It's something, so I'm happy about that, but I'm behind the schedule I set myself. It's kind of frustrating to be going so slow, but people keep telling me it's better this way and I'm doing great. I don't know, though. I do feel better physically, and seem to be toning up a tiny bit, but I wish I could see some more definite numerical results. That is probably silly, but it's true. I got some new running shoes in the mail--so I'll be taking on that frightening project sometime soon. Look for continuing status reports.
Now, the promised book update for the month:
Books Bought:
- A really cool paperback of O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. The edition was put out by Houghton Mifflin in a "Sentinel" series.
- An interesting hardcover of The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde. Think it's from a series called "Cameo Classics." circa 1940. The cover is an ominous charcoal black with a cream-colored cameo of Gutenberg in relief in the center. It is illustrated in black and white.
- The Book of Lost Tales by J.R.R. Tolkien, from the History of Middle Earth series published posthumously by his son Christopher.
- Small 1910 hardcover of Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy. Beautiful gray-blue with gold design, with illustrations.
Books Borrowed:
- Enchantment by Orson Scott Card
- Popol Vuh: The Definitive Edition of the Mayan Book of the Dawn of Life and the Glories of Gods and Kings, translated by Dennis Tedlock
- Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel
Books Read:- Enchantment by Orson Scott Card
This book was a huge surprise. Not that I don't admire the writing talents of OSC, but this is so very different from stuff like
Ender's Game. I think I was just taken aback by the depth of what I thought would be a more or less straightforward fairy-tale-goes-modern routine. Far from it. It was incredibly insightful about some topics that are notoriously difficult to get your head around, much less your pen (or typing fingers). One of those was Judaism in 20th c. Europe. The other was the experience of immigration. I have no personal experience with the former, but do with the latter. I honestly stopped in my reading tracks and went back at several passages to admire a bit that particularly struck me. One of them occurs when the protagonist, who emigrated from Russia to the U.S. with his parents as a child, returns there as a graduate student:
"Only when he was belted into his seat and the plane pulled back from the gate did it occur to him why he felt so free. Coming to America, all the burden of his parents' hopes and dreams had been put onto his shoulders. Now he was heading back to Russia, where he had not had such burdens, or at least had not been aware of them. Russia might have been a place of repression for most people, but for him, as a child, it was a place of freedom, as America had never been.
Before we are citizens, he thought, we are children, and it is as children that we come to understand freedom and authority, liberty and duty. I have done my duty. I have bowed to authority. Mostly. And now, like Russia, I can set aside those burdens for a little while and see what happens."
In another section the protagonist reflects on those burdens and their root in the responsibility that comes with knowing that your parents went through some amazing amount of personal hardship and sacrifice to give you a chance to reach higher goals with a comparatively much greater amount of ease. The burden of measuring up and making it valid, to picture them saying to each other, "well, it was all worth it because of this." And the fear of failing in this massive responsibility. OSC did a startlingly good job of expressing this--in my opinion. Like my friend B., who lent me the book, I also shamelessly enjoyed the references to literary academics, such as his dissertation dealing in part with the work on Russian folktales by Viktor Propp. I also loved the explanations of connections between Russian folktale tradition and tales that developed in other cultures. For example, he mentions Baba Yaga and her moving house that walks on chicken legs. I almost shouted with glee (seriously). It's Howl's Moving Castle! I don't think it's a stretch to say that Hayao Miyasaki is very aware of some of these folktale traditions, and seeing the cultural jump is exciting to me. Glee! Highly recommend this book.
- O Pioneers! by Willa Cather
I love love LOVE Willa Cather. This novel went farther to solidify my affection for her descriptive prose. I could say a lot, but I'll stick to my favorite aspect of Cather's artistry, which is her passionate depiction of landscape. I know other people have most likely said this thousands of times, but it can't hurt once more. It's really like she has a love-affair with it--her words run over its curves, its exultations, its harmonies, its fierceness, its savagery, its surprises with so much intimacy. If there's anything wrong with that it's that everything else to me is dwarfed in comparison. The characters, the plot--I just get completely lost in the images of certain combinations of the natural environment and how she captures them with so much vitality. This is probably due in part to my own passion for the landscape of Texas. It is so hard to describe to people the things I miss, the things I love; to argue for the beauty of places so many find "ugly" or "boring." There are some Texan poets I love to talk about this, who understand the strings that get pulled in my brain when I think about driving across half the state on Scenic Highway 281, when I float slowly through the mossy, glimmering light of the Guadalupe River while the sun bakes into my skin and the water shocks my limbs with cold, when I drive into an endless horizon on I-35 with nothing in sight in any direction but fields, sky, clouds, and a highway that I know goes on for hours and hours, when the sun sets in a hundred shades of orange and the night falls with such darkness that all I see is headlights and the glow around randomly scattered dots of life. I found this quote somewhere online, and I haven't really verified its attribution to John Steinbeck, but I'm going to go out on a limb and include it anyway, because it states what I struggle to describe much more eloquently:
"I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion. And this is true to the extent that people either passionately love Texas or passionately hate it and, as in other religions, few people dare to inspect it for fear of losing their bearings in mystery or paradox. But I think there will be little quarrel with my feeling that Texas is one thing. For all its enormous range of space, climate, and physical appearance, and for all the internal squabbles, contentions, and strivings, Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America. Rich, poor, Panhandle, Gulf, city, country, Texas is the obsession, the proper study and the passionate possession of all Texans."
-John Steinbeck
Clearly, I highly recommend
O Pioneers!
- Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel
Another pleasant surprise, lent to me with high recommendations by my friend L., who is also a fan of graphic novels, manga, anime, and such. I'll keep it brief and say that Bechdel gracefully masters what i consider to be an immense task: telling a difficult and painfully personal autobiographical tale without bitterness. In this graphic novel she is delightfully humorous without being tiresome with irony, frank without being abrasively cynical, and emotionally engaged without being resentful or petty. Most of all, I could feel her love toward her parents almost tangibly in the pages, in the care she took to tell this story in just the right way despite the tragedy or difficulty of the situations she describes. That aside, I was really impressed with the versatility of her drawing. She incorporates a lot of different things in her panels, such as diary entries, handwritten notes, photographs, newspaper clippings, etc., all done in realistic drawings. Superb! Highly recommended (you can see I have been on a roll).
- Hombrez de Maiz by Miguel Angel Asturias
I am going to completely bow out of this one because I am doing a paper on it, so I feel exhausted regarding its descriptions. Suffice it to say that this is an absolutely landmark work in Latin American and Western literature in general, and very innovative for its time. He incorporates mythology, dream sequences and figurative languages almost seamlessly throughout the narrative and uses the structure of the novel itself to help tell a huge story through a microcosm of society. Unfortunately, the sheer mastery of these non-traditional elements makes it somewhat hard to read. It took me ages to finish it, even though I really enjoyed it. That said, it's not often I actually feel triumphant on finishing a book, like I've accomplished something monumental--and that is how I felt when I read the Epilogue. I may have even thrown up my hands in victory. I came, I read, and I conquered!
Highly recommend it, but mainly to tenacious readers who can accept being led without the usual drives and comforts of narratives. Also recommend reading it along with the
Popol Vuh, in the translation mentioned above, which I am starting today.
- Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons
Absolutely fabulous! Morally stunning. Socially earthshaking. How much more hyperbole can I employ to sing the praises of
Watchmen? Not enough. It's probably the most acclaimed graphic novel ever--and one of the only ones to win awards usually reserved for strictly narrative novels and other prose. Although I feel there is something somehow wrong about having to justify the merits of a graphic novel by arguing that it can stand up among novels, I will concede for the sake of the uninitiated graphic-narrative-deprived and note the two awards people usually cite: winning the Hugo Award and getting on the list of Time Magazine's 100 Best English-Language Novels from 1923 to the Present, or something to that effect. Alan Moore stories are always good for a lively chat about politics or woes of humanity--something I am usually up for. Anyway, this book is pretty astounding. I prefer to leave it there for the sake of not giving it away, as there is a mystery involved. I won't lie, it's violent and fairly disturbing (mature readers--whatever that actually means) as well as morally disarming. But if you can handle it, I don't only recommend it, I command you to read it. MUAHAHA.
That's all I can think of for now. Let out your collective sigh of relief and feel free to continue with whatever you were doing before I so rudely and verbosely interrupted. Until next time!
P.S. I nearly forgot. If you are somewhat curious about/interested in/passionately love graphic narratives, i.e. graphic novels, comics, manga, etc., go to this website and join the fun:
https://www.stanford.edu/dept/complit/cgi-bin/?q=node/262Cheers!
