Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Hopeful words (and their opposites)

"Promise. What a good word. What a hopeful word."


Sherman Alexie is one of my all-time favorite authors. When I picked up "Flight" I was seeking one of the few Alexie novels I haven't read yet, and also saw it recommended on a list of books for young adult men. I got the audio book and intended to keep it that way, but then got the e-book at some point. I think Alexie may have approved of the audio book, but the e-book was probably a disappointment (win some, lose some). The audio book was read by Adam Beach, an actor who is American Indian - Beach had been in Alexie's movie adaptation of "Smoke Signals" and around the time I started reading the book, I also saw him in a documentary about American Indians and mainstream entertainment ("Reel Injun" - highly recommended). I started the book in the fall as my "gym book," continued it on the cruise, and then put it down for awhile. I finished it, fittingly, during travel time to and from the White Privilege Conference in Louisville, KY. And so it became 6 of #30books this year. All this is to say, I think books come into our lives at the right moment and are usually finished when they need to be finished - and "Flight" worked out in all those ways for me.

The story is told from the perspective of a teenage boy, nicknamed "Zits," who is a foster kid. Zits' dad was MIA, and his mom died when he was young. Since his mother's death, he's been shuffled throughout the system and is the epitome of what one may think of as a troubled kid that just doesn't fit the system. He gets into trouble at school, with the law, and among his various foster households. It's clear that his foster families have not been the right fit - some are abusive, some are using the system for their own benefit, and some just don't care. It's no wonder why those homes don't work out for Zits. One time he gets in trouble and ends up in juvenile detention with another boy, Justice, who convinces him to engage in a very unlawful act - and then the story takes Zits through time, where he becomes several other people. As he takes on the identity of an FBI Agent aimed at undermining an American Indian tribe, a soldier fighting Indians over land, an old pilot who cheats on  his wife and trains a terrorist, and many others - he grapples with his own identity, history, and loneliness and convictions. The journey, as fantastical as it seems, helps him find his place in the his world with the people he needs to be with - and so naturally, I thought the book was perfect. It's about finding family, finding 'home' (whatever that means), and finding oneself. 

It also is vulgar and profane; dissonant and challenging; poetic and profound. Throughout the reading, I thought about my students who were in the foster system, especially my boys; I thought about what American history curriculum has taught me, what I've had to unlearn, and the multiple perspectives of wars (physical and otherwise); I also thought a lot about how we perceive one another, and what we don't know is occuring beneath the surface. I also thought a lot about family, about love, about loss - when Zits said, "My mother loved me more than any of you will ever know" in chapter one, I knew what he meant. And his search for a family after his loss felt the same and different to mine all at the same time.

I captured so many earmarks and I recorded some of them below. I also found listening to Beach's reading made some moments even more powerful - to hear someone say, "Promise. What a good word. What a hopeful word," carried so much more weight. It made me think a great deal about listening - and how differently I sometimes absorb what I hear compared to what I read. 

Recommending Alexie is something I do consistently. I also hope to find more authors who challenge and affirm my perceptions all in the same reading; who teach me something about others; who make me hear and live the words on the page.


~MJ

Earmarks:


"And I know there has never been a human being or a television show, no matter how great, that could measure up to a great book."

"What kind of life can you have in a house without books?"

"Remember, revolution is not about spontaneous combustion. The true revolutionary must set himself aflame."

"The individual has always had to work hard to avoid being overwhelmed  by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high for the privilege of owning yourself."

"He thinks of how many wives and husbands are cheating on each other. And thinks of how many fathers are abandoning their children. He thinks of how many people are going to war against other people. We're all betraying one another all the time."

"It was father love and father shame and father rage that killed Hamlet. Imagine that Hamlet, after being poisoned by his own sword, wakes in the body of his father. Or, worse, in side the body of his incestuous Uncle Claudius?"



PS. I also finished Book 9 recently - "The Last American Vampire" by Seth Grahame-Smith, and eventually there will be a post. I have three additional books going in contention for Book 10 (and beyond) - "In the Garden of the Beasts" by Erik Larson, "The Opposite of Loneliness" by Marina Keegan, and "The Goldfinch" by Donna Tartt (round 2 of that gem). 



Sunday, May 3, 2015

The book without earmarks.

I purchased this book on one of the many days when books need not be purchased. I had spent most of 2014 not buying books for the sole purpose of saving money. It was more or less successful, except for those few moments when I caved. And by few, I mean - at least every two months. But that, my friends, is still progress.

The book. "A Sudden Light" by Garth Stein. He also wrote "The Art of Racing in the Rain" which Barnes & Noble and/or the publishers aptly reminded me about with an extra sleeve over the dust cover with the latter's book art. I'd seen it multiple times and had avoided it. But I was in Colorado for Christmas, and at Barnes & Noble to get some last-minute gifts, and the book was there. So I read the first chapter in the store. And then the second. And I had to keep reading, so that's when $26.95 (actually, less, because I am a member after all) was spent - but not needlessly.

I finished the book on New Year's day, so it counted as my first book of 2015. There were so many wonderful things about this book - rich language, an enticing story, fresh characters, some surprises and some supernatural occurrences. It's also a beautiful hardback copy, with artsy, uneven paper edges. And so I didn't bend any corners to save memories of words & phrases worth saving.

But I remember loving the main character, a young boy with an adventurous heart who only wants his dad's affection and his mother's attention and for them to get back together. His aunt was strange - I never really liked her. His dad was broken. His mother was largely absent. His grandfather was being abused (by the aunt). And they lived (well, not the mom) in an old house with tremendous family history - and (literally) ghosts of the past. Moments were light. Moments were slightly scary. Some moments, in dark corners of the house, there was some creepiness. There were also some heartwrenching moments  - ah! the story of the great uncle & his love! - and a big tragedy (didn't see that coming - seriously)!

It's an enchanting ghost story about families and progress, how humans cope with change, and how we make meaning of our past & present. Like "The Art of Racing in the Rain," my soul was filled with warmth after reading. My soul re-filled with what it means to have a good book, a great story, complete but not forgotten.

I did manage to take a picture of a page that resonated - to serve as acpseudo-earmark.


"Perhaps that's what life is about - the search for such a connection. The search for magic. The search for the inexplicable. Not in order to explain it, or contain it. Simply in order to feel it. Because in that recognition of the sublime, we see for a moment the entire universe in the pal, of our hand. And in that moment, we touch the face of God."

With that, I leave you, with recommended reading.

~MJ

oh, and in the search for the other photo in this post, I found this:


"Words were different when they lived inside of you."
From, "Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe" by Benjamin Alire Saenz. Also, recommended reading.

30 books, and shifting paradigms

It's May 2015, and I missed the half birthday of my last post. Since that time, I've closed out the year of adventure by cruising the Caribbean, visiting lil' Rhody, and seeing Colorado. I also finished my master's program. Booked a trip to Vietnam. Spent a week at Disney World. Heard news about a new book by Harper Lee. I also saw Neil Gaiman in real life at the Tulsa PAC. Read 29 books in 2014.

I'm also working on a goal of reading 30 books in 2015, and I'm 8 books in:

1) A Sudden Light, by Garth Stein
2) Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs
3) The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace, by Jeff Hobbs
4) Looking for Alaska, by John Green
5) The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, by Junot Diaz
6) Invisible Man, by Ralph Ellison
7) Flight, by Sherman Alexie
8) One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez


Around book 4, I decided to try and read books by authors who were not white males. Somewhere in there, I also started reading "A Brief History of Seven Killings" by Marlon James, and had an epiphany: not only is it easiest to find books by white, male authors, but in a world that favors white culture, reading books from non-white cultural viewpoints can present challenges. It also can be profound. 

I am committing to reading 30 books this year and that the majority of them will be by folks who are not white males. Around the time I made this commitment, I read this article about a "racebent" Hermione Granger. It's a powerful read about the importance of diverse cultures and perspectives in literature. In the article, Junot Diaz is quoted a couple of times:

"Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn’t for race, X-Men doesn’t sense. If it wasn’t for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery,Dune doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn’t make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.

He also said:

"You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves. And growing up, I felt like a monster in some ways. I didn’t see myself reflected at all. I was like, ‘Yo, is something wrong with me? That the whole society seems to think that people like me don’t exist?’ And part of what inspired me, was this deep desire that before I died, I would make a couple of mirrors. That I would make some mirrors so that kids like me might see themselves reflected back and might not feel so monstrous for it."

I am also committing to posting my reflections more often. I'm no longer writing grad school papers and I really should log my reading reflections. How's 1 per week? We'll start there.

To reading (&writing) & learning,

~MJ