Saturday, January 22, 2011

Book 6: Confederates in the Attic: Dispatches from the Unfinished Civil War

Finished: January 21
Pages: 406

Perhaps, if I had read this book during history class, either in high school or in college, I might have made better grades than C’s. This is my kind of history: still alive and told in a narrative form. Although some might argue that Horwitz’s book is more a travelogue than a history book, I would say that he bring history to life by discussing historical moments in context with the modern repercussions. This book is complex, and addresses complex ideas and thoughts in an easy to read, easy to agree with look into Southern life that (mostly) lacks judgment, which is remarkable.
Although I'm from a technically Southern state, and many would automatically label me such, I have always considered myself Texan, and therefore even more distanced from the Civil War (or "The War of Northern Aggression" as my father loves to say). I spent many a childhood summer touring and being bored by touring Civil War Battlefields, and museums, and houses. I have, however, come to realize that my childhood boredom barely scratched the surface when it comes to the Civil War.
If I could sum up this whole book in one quote it would be this one, from one of the chapters on Virginia: "Everywhere it seemed, I had to explore two pasts and two presents; one white, one black, separate and unreconcilable. The past had poisoned the presetn and the present, in turn, now poisoned remembrance of things past" (208). Although this maybe started out as one man trying to reclaim his childhood love of the Civil War, in the end it became an exploration of the questions that anyone studying the Civil War is inevitably called to answer: is it racist to remember and/or honor the Civil War? How do we talk about the Civil War without either becoming apologetic or revenge seeking? How can we honor men who were killed fighting for something they might or might not have believed in?
Schools today gloss over this point in history, either out of a misplaced sense of shame, or a way of avoiding arguments. Horwitz has some interesting observations about how deeply the war affected our schools, discussing racial tensions in classrooms, desegregation, voluntary segregation, even curriculum. He also had some interesting observations from people he encountered, some insightful, some humorous, some down-right sad.
About students in schools, a teacher observed:
"I've taught two generations now, and this one is different. They're much thinner-skinned than kids used to be, but at the same time more insensitive to others" (375)
About the Rebel Battle Flag, the only living Confederate widow observed:
"One flag can just as well fly as another. But it's not worth no fuss and fight. Blacks all hate it. And you know, there's lots of people that's colored that's better than any whites. Some of the whites are the sorriest you ever seen" (342)
About slavery from a Black store clerk:
"Say your mother's sister's son, he's got slaves. You gonna say to him, 'Let's fight over it?' C'mon now, no way What you really gonna say is this." He paused for a moment, then continued in a perfect-pitch parody of redneck dialect: 'Hey, Billy Joe, whatever you want to do with those niggers is okay by me. Keep 'em in chains, what the fuck. Your momma is my momma's sister" (266).

And last, but not least, Jefferson Davis, in his last public speech, ironically written on a monument behind a Flag Day rally promoting white Southern Pride:
"The past is dead; let it bury its dead, its hopes and its aspirations; before you lies the future. Let me beseech you to lay aside all rancor, all bitter sectional feeling, and to take your places int he ranks of those who will bring about a consummation devoutly to be wished--a reunited country" (113).

If only the South had listened to Davis's advice, perhaps our fascination with the Ward Between the States would be purely historical, without the rancor that still haunts our discussions today.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

Monday, January 17, 2011

Not a Book, Just a Something

So, I was trying to think of a way to make this year different from last year, and I finally figured out the answer I've been looking for. I'm only going to buy 12 books this year, the 12 bookclub books. Everything else that I read this year is going to be something that I either already own, or something that I have borrowed from someone else.
This is because I currently own 168 books that I haven't read yet, and quite frankly, that is embarrassing.
I am going to make the exception for Sarah Addison Allen's new book, that comes out in March, and say that if I'm just dying to have a new book when that comes out, I'm allowed to buy it.

Personally, I give myself three months. Especially if Borders keeps sending me Borders Bucks.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Book 5: Love Walked In

Finished: January 15
Pages: 307

I was supposed to be finishing up Confederates in the Attic, but I made the stupid mistake of leaving it in my classroom over the weekend. Since I was avoiding cleaning my apartment, as well as a myriad of other distasteful activities, I decided to pick up a book that I loved the last time I read it. I didn't expect to read straight through until it was over, but c'est la vie.

I both love and hate this book. I love this book for exactly the same reasons that I hate it. I want, not so secretly, to be Cornelia. I want to have that kind of life, know those kinds of people, fall in love with a gorgeous and wonderful man. I want to be witty, and knowledgeable, and have people who love being my friend. To know all the references to all the movies and books and fashion. I hate her because, since this is a book, she isn't real because that kind of awesome doesn't happen in real life. But that doesn't stop me from hoping, and that's why I hate it.

But don't worry, I love it more.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

Monday, January 10, 2011

Book 4: Someday My Prince Will Come

Finished: January 7
Pages: too many..I mean 320

Alright, it's taken me a few days to come to terms with my feelings about this "memoir."
If you want to read this book and even try to enjoy it, pretend that it is fiction, and then it is bearable. Maybe bearable is too nice a word.
Here are the things that I don't understand: almost everyone on amazon and goodreads loved this book. What the hell is wrong with women? Are they trying to live vicariously through a delusional anglophile because they want to live "in a fantasy world?" Yes, most girls do want to grow up and find out that they are secretly princesses, as evidenced by the success of books like The Princess Diary series. However, I feel that there is nothing wrong with growing up and doing something that is in the "real world." Fine says that "Sometimes I think the 'real world' is just a phrase invented by adults to give credibility to the miserable lives they've created for themselves. Feel free to call me delusional, but I was someone on this planet who, no matter how silly it seemed, was actually listening to my heart" (6) but personally, I'm glad that I grew up and live in the real world, rather than a fantasy that leads one to cry outside of Buckingham Palace (because it's just so familiar), or believe a psychic who tells you that you were once a member of the Court of Henry VIII. I'd much rather be a teacher, even if it is less glamorous. I'd much rather live in misery in the real world, than spend my time in a fantasy world that doesn't help anyone else and only seems to make her miserable.
She doesn't understand why all these British men would make out with her drunk ass but then not call her again. Albert Einstein said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. By that definition Jerramy "feel sorry for me" Fine is crazy as a peach orchard boar (1). I just don't understand why you would write such drivel, when you have the opportunity to write a novel, and you have such interesting characters to draw from as that hippie family, that back country town, going to the psychic, being in London, but it all seems disingenuous and fake.
That is not to say that the book was without any redeeming qualities, or that the narrator was a horrible person bent on ruining everything for everyone. Her descriptions of London, specifically as it relates to meeting British people, I find totally accurate, as they reflect my experiences in London. The only people whose acquaintance I made while there were the teachers that I worked with, and a couple of Canadians who were introduced to me by a friend from TCU. I can understand her wonder at being in London, because I remember wandering by myself for hours through the streets falling over myself trying to see everything there was to see. I can still remember vividly the first time that I saw Big Ben and the realization hit me: I was in London.
It was her social commentary that I found to be lacking in insight and deep thought. She says:
While the English are able to determine one another's class within seconds of hearing another's voice, the U.S. has no equivalent to this. Think about it. Your accent--be it from the Bronx, Texas, Wisconsin, or a tiny mountain town in Colorado--doesn't come with any kind of class label and you're not instantly judges or pigeonholed by the sound of it.

I don't know what kind of crack this woman must have been smoking to think that this is true. Maybe because I'm from Texas, but I feel constantly judged by my accent, and I don't even have much of one, aside from the occasional "y'all" or more embarassing "fixing to." People in the South are often labeled ignorant by others because of their way of speaking.
There were a few moments of clarity and insight when you almost think that she has redeemed herself, where she almost realizes that maybe being royalty isn't everything; that English people are just people, rather than god's gift to the world, but when these realizations are uncomfortable or require a change in behavior she shoves the thoughts aside to continue stalking royalty and crying at buildings. That time that she spent in India, being confronted by the things her parents had always talked about, she could have made a difference there, really showed her royal carriage and distinction she's always talking about, but instead of stopping the car and learning something about suffering, she stays drunk for an entire week and parties every day. I guess she is just like a real princess!

The thing that annoys me the most? At the end of the book she grows as a person, really learns a lesson, and then went out and WROTE THE BOOK ANYWAY.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

(1) "Crazy as a peach orchard boar” (also “madder than a peach orchard boar") is a Southern expression used in Texas and elsewhere. Its exact origin and meaning remains unknown, but a peach orchard boar (or peach orchard pig) allegedly shows wild and unrestrained behavior. The term “peach orchard boar” also means sexual excess. (Appropriate, eh?)

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Book 1 to 3: or, Why I Love Benchmarking

Book 1: The Demon King
Finished: January 4
Pages: 506

I read Williams' other young adult series a couple years ago, at the behest of several students, and I really enjoyed it. This series, while very different from the "Heirs" series, set in a fantasy world and full of political intrigue was very interesting. She has set up a complex society and I look forward to seeing this series through.
All of the main characters are complex and there are many twists and turns. Although several of the "bad guys" are definitely bad, it's nice to see a Young Adult novel with complex undertones.

Book 2: Behemoth
Finished: January 5
Pages: 485

The sequel to Leviathan, which I finished in a day over Christmas break, was just as good as the first one, if not a little better. Set during the beginning of WWI, this alternative, steampunk history is very entertaining. I like the development of the characters and their relationships to each other.

Book 3: The Exiled Queen
Finished: January 6
Pages: 586

The second in the Seven Realms Series, the follow up to The Demon King was just as enjoyable as the first. All the main characters, the princess and her loyal guard; the thief Han, his friend Dancer; as well as the "bad guys" Micah and his sister are all attending the school on neutral ground. This allows for the characters to show some growth and additional character, which helps the book move the action forward, if slowly. This one reminded me more of Harry Potter, just because of the addition of schooling to the plot. It's nice to see that the princess continues to learn a few lessons in humility and reality that she began in the last book.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

Friday, January 7, 2011

Year in Review: 2010

Favorite Narrator: Little Bee

Best Idea with the Worst Execution: The Secret of Lost Things

Biggest Waste of Time (that I actually finished): Year of Fog

Hardest Read: Infidel

Most Recommended: The Help

Best Young Adult Book: The Hunger Games

Best Feel-good Book: Garden Spells

Shortest Book: Readicide (150 pages)

Longest Book: Harry Potter #7 (759 pages)

Book Total: 65

Pages Total: 23,516

Best Month: January (12)

Worst Month: tie between February and March (3)

Book Sixty-Five: Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk

Book Sixty-Five: Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary
Finished: December 31
Pages: 159

Short and sweet, a wonderful way to end the year. I read this collection of short stories in bed New Years Eve, while trying to decide if I wanted to get out of bed at all. I'm glad that I put it off long enough to get through these adorably illustrated tales of animals having the same issues that humans do: family doesn't approve of your spouse, uncontrolled pets, you name it.
Now, although I called it sweet, I must say that this book is more a satire of all the horrible things that people say or do to each other, as well as things that we would never actually say or do, but really want to. Sort of An Addams Family Aesop's Fables. I've never read any of the Olivia books, but please don't buy this book for your children just because the illustrator is the same. Yes, they are sometimes adorable, but often very disturbing illustrations.
All in all, I really enjoyed it, but maybe I was just feeling particularly macabre at the end of the old year and the return to school. I particularly liked the story of the mouse who had a pet snake. Yes, the ending is predictable, but sometimes a little predictability makes for good reading.

Good Reading,
Caitlin

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Book Sixty-Four: Leviathan

Book Sixty-Four: Leviathan
Finished: December 27
Pages: 464

The first in a new series by the author of the Uglies series, I received this young adult novel from a friend for Christmas. It was a very entertaining read during the lull of Christmas activities in Oklahoma (where there is nothing else to do late at night, trust me) and on the ride home.
A few things stand out for this book in a sea of young adult literature. First, it's an alternative historical fiction, which isn't that big of a surprise until you realize that the history is the First World War. Second, the science fiction-y, steam punk nature of the novel is not something that I have run across in young adult lit lately.
The set up is fairly simple. Draw the lines previous to WWI in the same places, but add in a few extras: England and their allies are Darwinist countries, where Charles Darwin unlocked the keys to DNA and was able to create all kinds of creatures that fodm the technology of the day, whales turned into zeppelins, etc.; while Germany and their allies are called Clankers: mechanical technology with walking robots, steam powered airplanes and the like. The two protagonists of the story are as diverse (if predictable) as you could imagine; a girl, Deryn, disguised as a boy in the service of the British Air Service, a boy, Alek, the imaginary son of Archduke Ferdinand and his wife Sophie. Eventually, some might say inevitably, our characters meet and our stories become intertwined, causing hijinks and all sorts of adventures.
One thing that was not predictable, and that I certainly appreciated, was the lack of romance between our two heroes. In all other books I've read, it would seem impossible to resist throwing romance into the mix, and I appreciate Westerfeld for resisting.
I'm definitely going to read the rest of the series as they come out; I definitely want to see where this ends up.

Good Reading,
Caitlin