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first literary saturday post of 2016

January 9, 2016

Happy Literary Saturday, friends! On this first such installment of 2016 I have a brief book review to share as well as a small collection of internet offerings from this past week. Hopefully you groove some of it. As always please share in comments what treasures you have found to read lately.

Cold Fear by Rick Mofina: OH MY GOSH THIS WAS GOOD! 5/5 stars from me. Highly recommend. I gobbled up this little feast believing it to be fiction then discovered it’s actually a piece of true crime, perhaps interpreted a bit but still based on a true story. (I adore true crime and am not ashamed.) Cold Fear is a missing persons story set in the Rocky Mountains and deals with all kinds of intense family dynamics. So gripping. As for the writing, imagine a thick braid. But not just an ordinary braid or even an elegant French braid; imagine one of those intricate fishtail braids you see in little girls’ hair on Pinterest. Skinny, well woven, metallic strands pulled from opposing directions at just the right moment so that this incredible masterpiece if eventually finished, and every detail comes from somewhere. Nothing is wasted. Everything connects. I can’t say anything more!! Go read this book under a heavy blanket with a flashlight and call me when you’re done. You can borrow my dog if you’re scared.

cold fear book cover

Lora the Crazy Running Girl is quitting soda, and she offers some smart strategies in this article. Also, I am on a personal mission to convince her to come run the OKC Memorial Marathon “with” me in April, and by “with” of course I just mean “also,” haha, because she is quite swift. Add some positive peer pressure, okay?

12 Foods Happy People Eat. I am basically a very happy person, and I eat plenty. I approve of this list. Only the maca root is unfamiliar to me, though I have heard recently from a friend who swears by it.

Once again Sandy the Reluctant Entertainer shares in one post food for the body and food for the soul. I cannot WAIT to try this turkey lasagna soup, and her wisdom about hospitality in the midst of big changes is very well received. As Handsome and I squint our eyes and try to peer into the future through all this foggy turnpike business, it’s nice to remember that Love and friendship will follow us anywhere. We just have to keep opening our doors.

How about 31 of the most beautiful sentences in literature? I know. So good. I salivate over well crafted sentences. 

dandelion fluff

 

One of this world’s sweetest blogging couples is having their first baby!!! Sincerest congratulations to Ashley and Brent over at Domestic Fashionista. Since they are far away on the west coast, let’s figure out how to throw them an internet baby shower.

Refunk My Junk: I am a big fan of everything Alison does, and this newest coffee table project is no exception. So fresh and pretty! Check out her unorthodox methods and drool over all that springtime living room color. She has me fully cured of all things Christmas. If you are local, you may want to know that she is hosting a big junk sale next weekend. 

The next thing cracked open from my book shelf is My Life On the Run by Bart Yasso. I’ve read passages from it these past several months since meeting him at the race in Lawton, but it warrants a cover-to-cover examination as marathon training kicks off. I have already found myself laughing out loud. Really good read, even if running is not your thing. 

Klaus my most excellent reading buddy...xoxo
Klaus my most excellent reading buddy…xoxo

Okay. Now I am off to play in the fresh snow and get some exercise. We have dinner plans tonight with two of the funnest couples we know, then perhaps a Making of a Murderer binge watch. Have your tried it yet? No spoilers please!

Your turn! Tell me stuff. Tell me all the reading things. Thanks for stopping in, friends. Enjoy your Saturday!

“There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you….
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other;
only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches
when you can savor belonging to yourself.
~Ruth Stout
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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super short video book review of hard bite

January 6, 2016

Happy Wednesday! If you have approximately 2 minutes and 48 seconds to watch a little video, you might enjoy a purely frivolous book review by Yours Truly. I promise there are no sudden loud noises. Not even a parrot scream, which is a miracle straight from Heaven.

The book is Hard Bite by Anonymous, and it is a surprising little treasure I snagged for free from that email service Book Bub. Something I forgot to mention in my video down there is that THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN, haha, like not even close. So, know that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyGHBZirWSU

I am linking up again with the always entertaining Kat Bouska. When I clicked over to see what video she has for us today, I was stunned to see that she is trying to make me famous. I mean, even more famous than I already am to my dog.

 

klaus me run

Speaking of that, her baby-swaddling technique looks pretty legit. But I tried that with my 85 pound German Shepherd and the results were less graceful. I will try Taylor Swift and see if that helps.

Happy reading! What is on your nightstand this week?

If you are lucky enough to have a pet monkey, please don’t train it to kill people.

The End.

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two books, a comparative dual review

September 22, 2015

This past week I have read two short books that are so similar to each other in theme, they might as well be promoted as a set. They come from different authors, though, and while one is a best selling memoir, the other is a best selling piece of fiction. Both deal with mortality, the meaning of life, and human wisdom gained at the very end. I read one while I was happy and one while I was decidedly not. No surprise, really, that I loved the former and nearly threw the latter across the room after I finished it.

Oh, the power of the reader’s filter.

Anyway, my intention was never to review them in tandem, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t resist. The similarities and differences are pretty interesting.

2 books

Let’s start with the book I read first.

On Friday night last, our wonderful little Oklahoma book club met for dinner and to discuss The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. Everyone gave it glowing reviews; we explored most of the messages thoroughly and gleaned lots of worthwhile discussion fodder; and I walked away feeling deeply soothed and inspired, very much the intended outcome of this title selection, after so many grittier, war-torn, controversial books we’ve read together over the past year. Five People is a slim piece of fiction which tells the story of an old man’s death and his first days in Heaven, though the book addresses the timelessness of God, as though perhaps He subscribes to Al Gore’s fuzzy math. haha As the unusual storytelling progresses, we get meaningful glimpses into Eddie’s childhood, his adulthood, and every pivotal part of his life before he died. The book is divided into five parts, one for each of the people who help guide him through his first days in Heaven. Each person also has a lesson to teach him, a bit of explanation or understanding to offer him about his earthly life. Okay.

Friends, it is an absolutely wonderful little book. It’s short in volume and also written with short, concise sentences. The life lessons feel universal without being preachy or overly indulgent. The story itself, well, let’s just say I read about a third of it while eating lunch alone at Braum’s (FYI their apple-bacon-walnut-grilled chicken salad is amazing!), and I cried openly, unable to hold back tears. Maybe it was the salad talking, but this book is so good. Here are the five life lessons, paraphrased, so you get an idea of the emotional impact:

  1. All people are connected to each other; there are no accidents or stories unrelated to other stories. “No man is an island” kinda stuff.
  2. True personal sacrifice is a necessary part of life and should be embraced. The meaning and fruit of our sacrifices big and small should be celebrated, not bemoaned.
  3. Holding in anger is a poison.
  4. Love never ends, it only changes form and expression.
  5. Each of us has a purpose to serve, no matter how humble our life station seems to be.

I will take creative license here with my book review and add that the sixth and overarching lesson in Five People is that death is not the end. Not by a long shot. I don’t know your personal beliefs, and some would argue that a well loved piece of fiction is just more heaven mythology, but I either happen to believe or choose to believe that death is not the end. Okay. Thoughts on that?

Here is a line that spoke to me so strongly, though I relate it to my children:

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around on a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

On to The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. As mentioned above, I read this book while not in a great frame of mind. Surely that colored my opinion, and as much as I hate to criticize any book, I really hate to say anything ill of the deceased. (You probably know this book was authored by a terminally ill man who passed away not long after the book was published. It is based on an actual lecture he delivered several months earlier.) I will say with an attempt at the same sense of humor the author used, that Randy Pausch was known by people who loved him for his inflated ego, for his penchant for frustratingly unyielding scientific argument, and for being (his words) a “recovering jerk.” Let me say that this all definitely bleeds through to the page. And being to married to an otherwise wonderful man who happens to sometimes fit this exact description, and considering that I read this book while sleeping apart from him in the midst of one of the biggest fights of our marriage, well, it’s no surprise that I was annoyed at the author over and over again.

Still. He (Pausch) was brave and generous with his difficult and beautiful story and offered the reader a much longer list of life lessons to consider than did Five People. I won’t list them here because they are so numerous, but I encourage you to read the book for yourself. A highlight for me was around page 133:

I’ll take an earnest person over a hip person every time, because hip is short term. Earnest is long-term. Earnestness is highly underestimated. It comes from the core, while hip is trying to impress you with the surface.

Taking the same creative license as before, I will suggest here that Pausch’s story also teaches that death is not the end, though he tells it more from the standpoint of physical legacy than spiritual eternity. Thoughts on that, friends?

Okie doke. Let’s do some comparison thinking.

Similarities:

  • Both books are emotionally impactful and have spiritual themes, but neither is religious. This is all very nice, in my opinion. Nice nice nice.
  • Both books deal with human mortality and many of the attendant griefs, both for the dying and for the left behind.
  • Each of the dying men (one is fictional, remember) has a chance to distill his life into fairly compact bundles of wisdom. Stuff that most people can relate to.
  • Both men managed to find a “One True Love,” romantically. Each was married to a woman he considered to be the love of his life.
  • I didn’t notice this until just now, but the books are not only similar in size and shape; they are almost exactly the same in length. Five People is 196 pages and Lecture is 206. How about that. I am a fairly slow reader and was able to read each one in less than a day while still taking notes. These would both make excellent airplane or waiting room books, as small as they are to slip in your purse. Or man purse. Or backpack. Or under your big hat. Or in a turkey wrap. Or whatever.

Differences:

  • The most obvious difference is that Five People is a work of fiction (though it was inspired by a real person) and Lecture is an actual memoir, or at least a memoir-ish retelling of a personal-story lecture.
  • One man (Eddie, Five People) dies very old, from a violent accident he never saw coming. The other man (Randy, Lecture) dies young after an extended terminal illness. So one man was gone suddenly with no goodbyes and the other man spent his last months doing little else besides preparing for goodbye.
  • While both were married, Eddie was a widower after several decades with his true love and they never had any children. Randy was only married eight years but had fathered three children.
  • Eddie was not formally educated, a self taught carnival mechanic by trade who felt stuck in the inertia provided by his neglectful father’s life and career. He was faithful to but wholly unfulfilled in his work. Randy, on the other hand, was a PhD, a widely accomplished and celebrated tech field professional and university professor who knew for years that his reach and impact were significant. In contrast to inertia, Randy’s parents were doting and encouraged him to blaze his own trail, and he did.
  • Speaking of that, Eddie didn’t even know what his personal dreams were and was heartbroken by this, while Randy not only knew what his personal dreams were; he made every one of them happen. Or at least he came pretty close.
  • One man (by now you can guess who) was humble to the point that he became bitter over it, crumpled in on himself both emotionally and physically. The other man was egocentric to the point that friends and colleagues had to remind him of humility sometimes. So did his Mom. And so did his wife. This second man was also in peak physical condition despite his grim prognosis, doing push ups on the lecture stage to demonstrate. Not crumpled in at all.

What do you think? Have you read either of these books? Do you agree with my reviews, or maybe take issue with something here? I am super curious what you think. What do you think of the uncanny balance between the two? I really did not see this book relationship coming. I flat out loved reading Five People. And as irritating as it was to read Lecture while angry at my own husband, I am glad the thin little book popped out to my eyes from the bookshelf that night. Pausch offered us lots of great food for thought, and it calmed me down, too. Both reads were wins for me.

Okay. Spill your literary guts. And thank you so much for checking in here, as always.

“Love, like rain, can nourish from above,
drenching couples with a soaking joy.

But sometimes, under the angry heat of life,
love dries on the surface

and must nourish from below,
tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.”

~Mitch Albom
XOXOXOXO

p.s. Here is that delish salad from Braum’s. Go getcha’ one. : )

braums salad

 

 

 

 

 

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whistling past the graveyard (book review)

June 6, 2015

Friends, I have been wanting to tell you about this book for several weeks but just keep putting it off because the story washed over me in such a wonderful way that I didn’t want to rush through my review of it. Whew! I barely feel like I can relay to you how beautiful and impactful it is. I really want you to read it, ok? And I really think you should have your kids read it, depending on their ages. Encourage your family and friends to read it. Suggest it to the educators in your life. Make sure you purchase a copy; don’t just borrow one. You’ll want this around for years to come, and I bet you’ll have the urge to lovingly mark it up, too.

Okay. Let’s begin.

The book that has me so riled up is Whistling Past the Graveyard by Susan Crandall. 

WPTG book cover goodreads

Our famous little Oklahoma book club devoured and discussed this way back in March. We met here at the farm late that month and had a fun evening together eating great food, loving on each other, and talking over what we all agreed is destined to become a modern American classic.

The buffet table just before we started loading it with edible treasures.
The buffet table just before we started loading it with edible treasures.
My first plate heavy with said edible treasures. We earn our moniker rightly.
My first plate heavy with said edible treasures. We earn our moniker rightly.
My smart, hilarious, beautiful, long time friend Steph and me. You may recall Steph is our token non-reader, but she has been reading! The world is off its axis!
My smart, hilarious, beautiful, long time friend Steph and me. You may recall Steph is our token non-reader, but she has actually been reading! The world is off its axis!
Melissa with Fancy Louise the chicken and Chanta the horse, who was really greedy for her affection that night. So fun!
Melissa with Fancy Louise the cuddly hen and Chanta the cuddly horse, who was really greedy for Melissa’s affection that night. So fun!

Dinner Club With a Reading Problem always has a memorable time together. Y’all know that by now. But this book, assigned to the group by Seri after she randomly spotted it one day at Target, really got our attention.

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The story is set in 1963 in the Deep South. It follows a precocious, not always pleasant, but in the end very lovable little girl and the adults closely attached to her life. Together they experience normal childhood stuff plus one grand (and sad) adventure as well as fascinating cultural scenes from that region at that time and the racially charged tension that often occupied it.

Whistling Past the Graveyard holds its own with books like The Help and To Kill a Mockingbird, both of which our book club has read and discussed. We have also read Seven Days in May by beloved Oklahoma author Jen Luitweiler, another bit of historical fiction about social turbulence, racially charged issues, cultural differences, and the like. So it’s fair to say we have a good base for tackling these themes. This newest title not only added to our repertoire; it also deepened our conversations. A lot. Something about the characters Crandall wrote and the way they are all a mix of good and bad, whether black or white or rich or poor, something about that peeled away even more layers. Our discussion that night was fascinating and too short. We all thought this book warranted more talk time.

wptg quote art

For all the painful, universal broad strokes in a story like this, there is also a deep ocean of personal love for the reader to swim in. Personal stories are where the big stories really happen anyway, right? These pages are loaded with believable moments when you feel like you are right there in the characters’ faces. Lots of tangible affection and terribly acute heartache, too. I could share beautiful quotes like this from throughout the book, but I just really want you to read it for yourself. I will personally be enjoying it again and again, just like Grapes of Wrath. It has a classic, better-every-time-you-read-it sort of magic. Flipping through my dog-eared pages I already miss the fabric of the story, its thick, soft, patchwork-quilt quality, the very real characters and emotion Crandall conjured up. The spiritual lessons. Everything! Just wonderful, nourishing, entertaining stuff from the very first page to the last.

By the way, this book is a mere 308 pages, and the story moves fluidly. Smoothly. You should be able to tuck it in between more laborious titles with ease, and I suspect it will refresh you deeply. Spoiler Alert: You will probably cry at some point, but don’t give up and stop reading. Promise me you will finish to the end.

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Okay, that’s it for now! Have you read Whistling Past the Graveyard? If so, what did you think? If not, are you now tempted to grab it and gobble it up this weekend? Tell me everything.

“Sometimes laughin’ is all a body can do, child.
It’s laugh or lose your mind.”
~Susan Crandall Whistling Past the Graveyard
XOXOXOXO

 

 

 

 

 

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to translate or not to translate

April 11, 2015

Several weeks ago I ran across a really interesting website called Smartling. Some of their work is to translate websites into other languages; more of their work is to share classic pieces of literature with wider audiences than just those enjoyed by the work’s language of origin. Interesting, right?

Have you ever read something that has been translated to your language? Do you ever wonder what was lost, what essence was maybe missing? My biggest experience with this has been Russian fiction translated to English. Still beautiful! Addictive even. But I always wonder… what must it be like to read it undiluted? Unaltered? What is a Russian-speaking woman enjoying that I’m not? So this cool project by Smartling got me thinking about some of my own favorite books and what might happen to them if translated to a different language. What would I really want to remain consistent, and how does the original language bring the piece to life?

Oh man. This is a difficult question, much harder to answer in fact than I first thought it would be.

First of all, I simply do not have one favorite book. My reading tastes are wide and various, and at any given moment my “favorite” is just whatever is open on my coffee table right then.

More importantly, though, why would we want to limit translation? I have always wished I had studied harder in high school and landed at adulthood with a few extra languages in my brain. Words are beautiful and meaningful, and verbal communication is so vital to our wellness as people. The complex nuances of well crafted sentences are just delicious to me. And I feel so strongly about most books I read that why wouldn’t I want everyone around this blue planet to have a shot at devouring them? So, translate everything! And while you’re at it, teach me all the languages.

More, more, more.

Still, yes, things are lost in translation. Great things. Most everything I read and love has an element that would suffer from a language change. How best to preserve those special elements?

What a fascinating and thought-provoking question this is. So I thought and thought.

My hard wrought answer, finally, is Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. You can read my original (amateurish) book review here. Our Oklahoma book club discussed it way back in June, 2012. Doesn’t this seem like yesterday, ladies?

grapes of wrath snapshot

To my mind, this book stands out as one that deserves some special treatment.

As you probably know, the story follows an Oklahoma family through the spirit-testing landscape of the Dust Bowl and Depression of the early twentieth century. The Joad family endures one hardship after another in search of stability and on their journey west from Oklahoma. Steinbeck offers raw storytelling as well as timeless, lyrical wisdom that could apply to any slice of humanity. It’s definitely a story for the ages and for all people, even if Oklahomans hold it with special reverence.

The main reason I feel like The Grapes of Wrath would lose some of its strength if translated is that so much of the story is grown up from uniquely Oklahoman roots. The physical landscape might be described just fine in other languages, and I’d love to know for myself, but please read this…

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”

If you’ve ever seen a sunset in Oklahoma then you know this exactly nails it. Beautiful.

And the vernacular! Of course, nearly a century later, this isn’t exactly what you’d hear from most of us, but it’s still so illustrative:

“Why, Tom – us people will go on livin’ when all them people is gone. Why, Tom, we’re the people that live. They ain’t gonna wipe us out. Why, we’re the people – we go on.’

‘We take a beatin’ all the time.’

‘I know.’ Ma chuckled. ‘Maybe that makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an’ they die, an’ their kids ain’t no good, an’ they die out. But, Tom, we keep a-comin’. Don’ you fret none, Tom. A different time’s comin’.”

This second passage here is echoed today in what we know as “The Oklahoma Standard,” something modern day Okies will acknowledge with tempered pride and great affection. The term was coined following the 1995 Murrah Building bombing. Our state’s former Governor Brad Henry said this: “Something called ‘the Oklahoma Standard’ became known throughout the world. It means resilience in the face of adversity. It means a strength and compassion that will not be defeated.” Perfect. How much better could the spirit that carried our great-grandparents’ families through the Depression be articulated now, a century later? And to reflect on this in April, the very month of the anniversary, is stilling.

memorial reflecting pond

I could continue justifying my hope that this book is never diluted by translation to a language that might not do it justice, but then I’d just regret that so many people who don’t read English would miss out on such a powerful story.

Also, there’s the very honest fact that I am partial to this book simply because of heritage. There’s something special about saying you were born and raised in a certain place, and for that place to be Oklahoma, the land of both rejection and opportunity, agriculture and overcoming, is central to me. It’s undeniably part of my heart.

oklahoma

What about you? What pieces of literature do you think would lose something in translation, and how would you preserve those precious elements? Where are you from? Is that part of you, that heritage?

Thanks for joining me on this thought train, friends! Check out the website and do some thinking and tell me your own ideas.

It’s okay to call us Okies now.
Okie is a term of endearment.
XOXOXOXO

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