New Year, New Books, New Pictures

It’s January 1st, otherwise known as Resolution Day. According to every show I’ve seen, we put too much pressure on ourselves at the beginning of the year so maybe we should rename it Guidelines Day. In general, what would you like to accomplish this year in general and then more specifically without turning it into the pressure of the every day? I’m using this profundity to justify not joining groups this year.

I am going to continue to post pictures to flickr from both the past and the present, but without the pressure of having to take a new picture every day.

As for books, I made it to 72 this year. That includes analog, digital and audible. And, with the snow, I finally dove into John Adams, the book that I had planned to read first last year.

What I haven’t counted are the number of books I purchased this year. I do hope it wasn’t 72 😉 I do want to try to avoid buying books this year. Learn to love the library and just plow through all the books I own but haven’t read. Catalog the ones I already have as I pack them for the move to their new home: a REAL library room in a 19th century farm house. I really can’t wait to have them displayed and be able to browse. I know there are books I have completely forgotten as well as plenty just begging to be read.

Then there’s blogging: for once in my life, I am free to write about what I would like. The trick is to find the discipline when there are no deadlines other than those that are self imposed. I suppose that’s what the daily challenges are all about. We tend to work better when there are expectations and deadlines. Is it possible to just weave these things in our lives without having to make them a daily regimen. I’m going to experiment with that idea as the new year begins.

Really?

It’s just a few days until Christmas and then we hurtle towards to the new year. I set two “digital” goals this year: a picture a day at flickr and the librarything 75-book challenge. I gave up the first one in July and I’m pretty confident that I won’t finish seven more books between now and the end of the year. Oh, so close.

But, in January, when I began these leisure time challenges, I had no idea what the year held for me. A new “part-time” job that began in July added to my other projects quickly overwhelmed any leisure time I had. I did keep reading but just couldn’t keep up the pace needed to reach the magic 75. By the end, I took the route of all potential losers and questioned the whole goal: maybe reading more isn’t necessarily better? At least once or twice this year, I picked a book because it seemed like a shorter, easier read. Poor John Adams is still languishing on the shelf and Churchill‘s history of the second world war has joined it.

Mostly, I’m finding that my concentration has gotten increasingly fragmented. I have memories of spending whole days readings books, and now after 15 minutes, I’m sure there must be something else I should do. Today I managed an hour in a sitting.

I am enjoying Shannon by Frank Delaney. He has hit a certain satisfying balance between history and fiction. And my reading friend sent me a wonderful Christmas gift that I opened the moment UPS left it on the porch. It included the Colonial Williamsburg triology by MG McManus. I’m imagining practicing my reading concentration skills on them during the holiday week.

I think I will take up the camera again in 2011. I took some pretty good pictures during the first half of 2010 and would like to try again. For now, I’m working on the 1998 pictures from our Lewis & Clark trip. I dug out the trip journal to check on some dates. And, I learned that the Camp Wood Monument near St. Louis was now under water! I wonder how much else has changed in the past 15 years.

Book Therapy

With the state technology conference just a few days away, I am a little busy.  But today I just needed a break.  I used some minor conference related errands as an excuse for a little book therapy and slipped into the local Books A Million.  There I found As Always, Julia: The Letters of Julia Child & Avis Devoto.  This is a book that makes connections: I am a Julia fan, having grown up watching her shows.  I read My Life in France earlier this year after being charmed by Meryl Streep’s portrayal in Julie and Julia. And I’m a Lewis & Clark fan.  What’s the connection?  Avis Devoto was married to Bernard Devoto, who edited the versions of the journals we carried with us on our 1998 trip out west.  We visited the DeVoto Grove in northern Idaho, one of the most beautiful parts of the country, in my humble opinion.  I couldn’t find a good picture of the grove itself.

MVC-013FI’ve just started uploading pictures from that trip.  You can take a look: no captions or dates or locations yet.  But not bad for an old Sony Mavica.  We loved that camera and created webpages and uploaded them to the web by buying time at Kinko’s. $12/hour!  The good old days!

One Book Leads to Another

Arthur & George has been on my shelf for at least a year, maybe more.  I glanced at it now and then but always passed it by.  When I did pick it up last week, I found it somewhat slow going.  A visit to Wikipedia confirmed that it was based on a true story about Arthur Conan Doyle and I wondered if I even wanted to finish it once I knew the details of the story.

But somewhere along the line, it caught my attention.  I think it was the character of Conan Doyle.  I always picture him looking like Sherlock Holmes, think, beak nose.  But he was  big burly man, an enthusiastic thinker and writer who spent much of his life pursuing justice for people like George Edjali.  He was an ardent spiritualist as well.  His enthusiasm carried me along.

After over a year, I ended up at the library this week and really wanted to check out a book. I checked out other books by Julian Barnes and then found an edition of two of Arthur Conan Doyle’s romances based in 14th century England: The White Company and Sir Nigel. A rowdy good read!

Here’s my only problem…I’ve been working very hard on several different projects.  But today I had free time and just wanted to sit and read.  Problem?  I just can’t seem to concentrate the way I used to, when I would sink into a book and lose track of all time.  Now, all I can think about is what needs to be done either in the way of work or around the house.  But, it’s night time and I’m heading to bed to read…

Don’t Read This Book

…if you’re a reader, that is!   Pat Conroy, author of books such as The Water is Wide and The Prince of Tides, has written a nonfiction account of his lifelong love affair with books titled My Reading Life.  I chose an audio version of the book, read by the author himself, and enjoyed hours of Conroy’s gruff voice, the lover caressing his own words as he moves from descriptions of  Gone With the Wind to War and Peace and the role each novel played in his life.  It is a great book.  So, why shouldn’t you read it?  Because my reading list just got longer and so will yours.  You can check out the book list on Conroy’s website.

Also, Conroy has really made me rethink the 75-book challenge.  I really haven’t had too  much trouble reading a book and a half a week but I wonder if I would have taken a bit more time to absorb and appreciate them without the deadline.  In addition, as I look over my list for the year, I wonder how many had the kind of impact that Conroy describes.  I read and listened to some great books this year but were they life changing?  And, if I had read some of them more slowly, would they have had a bigger effect on my life?  Maybe I should abandon the number of books and focus on Conroy’s goal: 200 pages a day!

How would I fit them in?  By finally giving up television, something I’m seriously considering since I heard the advertisement yesterday for a new “reality” show called Bridalplasty.  I guess I missed the earlier iterations of this plot line: brides to be move into a mansion and compete for plastic surgery and a fabulous wedding. This seems like an obscene example of our superficial society and the fact that these kinds of shows are considered reality really makes me worry about the future.  This certainly doesn’t reflect the reality of my life or those of my friends and colleagues.

Reading Around

Another two months have past…I haven’t been writing but I have been reading.  With six weeks left in the year, I only have nine books to go to complete the 75 book challenge, which won’t be a problem since almost everything that has been keeping me busy for the past three months will be over.  Who knows…maybe I’ll dive into John Adams or the History of London.

So, what have I been reading?  Oh, all sorts of stuff and I’ll do the speed dating version of reviews.  For tonight, we’ll do the fiction:

Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver: Took awhile to get going but was fascinating with its portraits of Trotsky, Diego Rivera, and Frida Kahlo

Dune Road, Jane Green: Older chick lit, only a little bit predictable

Winter Garden, Kristin Hannah: Older chick lit as well but the backdrop of the Seige of Leningrad raised it up a notch and the ending was a pleasant surprise

Girls in Trucks, Katie Crouch: Funny, a little heartbreaking, maybe a little cliche, but a good read

Guardian of the Horizon, Elizabeth Peters:  I almost never read these.  Barbara Rosenblatt does the audio versions and she’s terrific.  But I’ve listened to enough of them that I could imagine Rosenblatt’s voice while I read the words.  I love it; a mystery series that has yet to get stale for me.

Serena, Ron Rash: I just don’t know what to think: a powerful novel, great writing, but the violence overwhelmed me.  I was interested in the historical aspects of the founding of the Great Smokies National Park and was fascinated by the story, but the female protagonist seemed somewhat flat in her single minded devotion.  I know, not a ringing recommendation, but I think I would recommend it.

Elements of Style, Wendy Wasserstein:  I wrote a short review on LibraryThing but after a few days, I realize I mostly just couldn’t sympathize with these selfish people.  Is this really what New York was like circa 9/11 even with the expected exaggeration?

Self-Storage: A Novel, Gayle Brandeis: The main character was disarming in her honesty and full on approach to life.

Sitting With the Hummers

As you can see, dear readers, I have taken something of a hiatus from this blog and from my online life in general including nings and twitter and facebook.  A new “part-time” job began in July but June was filled with preparations and travel.  My first month on the job included lots of travel as well and I was just getting caught up when August, with its double whammy of beginning-of-school-year training and beginning-of-college-year, took arrived, something that always seems to catch me off guard.  Suddenly, it’s the second week of September.  And, there’s some light…literally, it’s early evening and I’m enjoying my little courtyard where the hummingbirds dodge and parry as they grudgingly share a feeder.  After months of seemingly non-stop work, I’ve got some breathing room, some precious minutes between moving away from work and starting dinner, and in an effort to revive these ailing pages, I’ve decided to post a blog entry.  Oh, Joy!

N.B. In the interest of transparency, that paragraph and many of the following ones were written four days ago.  I am just getting back to this draft now so I’m still kind of looking for that breathing room.  Next week holds some promise.  I am, however, sitting in the same courtyard sitting on the Adirondack chair that I managed to finish painting, listening to the fountain with no real sign of the hummingbirds yet.

Three days agao…Meanwhile, despite all, I have been reading.  Well, most of July was spent listening to other people read, but I’m counting it.  I made it through all three of the Stieg Larsson books that way.  The narrator, Simon Vance, was great; the Swedish place names tumbled off his lips and I was glad to hear them rather than having to figure them out on my own from text. I found this Google Map of the various locations though and that helped with my non-existent knowledge of Swedish geography.

They were a bit difficult to listen to in terms of content but I got used to it and a friend remarked that Larsson was really a feminist, and I believe that’s true in the most fundamental way.  Even the main male character, the journalist Mikael Blomkvist, doesn’t necessarily treat women all that well at least outside of the bedroom but I suppose he would think of himself as a feminist by allowing women to be free. But maybe that was just an excuse for his own philandering.  Hmmm…

I was fascinated with the real main character, Lisbeth Salander, and her head-on approach to life. I couldn’t help but bristle at the all-too-real depiction of public education painted by Larsson.  Her unusual gifts and unwillingness to compromise her values put her at odds with the very people who could have protected her.  As the school year begins, she is a reminder to all of us that we owe every kid our attention and non-judgmental support. And, who knows, maybe her fascination with Fermat’s last theorem will help make math cool.

The books kept me going as the miles of road stretched ahead of me and for that I’m grateful.  I also listened to Star Island, the new book by Carl Hiassen, a perennial favorite, and just finished House Rules by Jodi Picoult.  Both were excellent in their own ways.  Hiassen is wickedly funny with his portrait of young idols gone bad and the system that supports them.  I laughed out loud a lot at this one.  Picoult was very different.  A mystery in its own right as well as a thoughtful portrait of Aspberger’s syndrome.  It was read  by the Audible Books ensemble so rather than one reader providing multiple voices, various voices took over for Picoult’s sections which were each narrated by one of five characters.  It worked as it made these sections quite distinct, and highlighted the distinct perspectives of each character.

I have also been doing “real” reading, by which I mean holding an analog book (and I’d even include my Kindle here since I’m holding it and reading text).  I’ve read everything from Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series, which I’m not completely sure I understand, to British mysteries (mostly Martha Grimes and P.D. James) more than I’ve read all my life, and, in light of the controversy over the Koran burning, a very interesting piece of non-fiction called The Faith Club.  It features three women–a Christian, Jew, and Muslim–who come together to write a children’s book about religion and find it much more difficult than it seems, forcing them to examine their own beliefs and prejudices.  Highly recommended!

Here’s the whole list for 2010.  I’m up to 52 and easily on track to finish 75 books by the end of the year.  I haven’t tackled the big boys yet–McCullough’s John Adams and Inwood’s A History of London.  I need a read-all-day kind of vacation but I don’t see it happening any time soon.  So, maybe I’ll make them the first two books of 2011 when the colleges are on break.  In the short term, my book group is reading The Sparrow.  I went ahead and added the second book, Children of God, to my Kindle as well.  So, the minute I finish Anne Perry’s No Graves As Yet, I’ll start reading.

The photo a day plan has failed.  I made it until June and then things just fell apart.  Now, I can’t even locate my camera!  But, in looking for early photos of our beloved black lab Ivy who we lost this summer (16 years and several months…she had a GREAT life!), I’ve gotten access to the digital photo archives for the Richardsons that started with our Sony Mavica some time in 1996 or 97.  It will include our Lewis and Clark photos, only a very small few of which are on the web.  I’ll save the stories of that trip for another post but let’s just say that Kinko’s was pretty much the only Internet access in those days and they charged $12 an hour! I’m hoping to find some time soon to start going through them and may start my own “picture a day” project that pulls things from the archives.  There’s also a drawer full of digital video tapes that could yield some gems.

I’ll keep you posted.  And, I’ll go ahead and post this so I don’t go another four days!

Sunday Morning Reading Round Up

Stayed home from church and with a sick husband sleeping on the couch, I did one of my favorite things: escaped back to bed with a big mug of coffee and a book.  In my younger days, there was nothing more wonderful than a morning spent in bed with coffee and books.  This morning, it was Andrew Wyeth: A Secret Life, Merryman’s biography of this iconic Pennsylvania painter.  I feel a connection with the Wyeths as I lived in Chester County and frequented the Brandywine River Museum.  This past December, my parents and I headed down and were treated to a tour of the Wyeth gallery with Victoria Wyeth, Andrew’s grand daughter.  She was charming, funny, and incredibly knowledgeable.  I’m enjoying the biography and after reading four of them so far this month, I can say that I prefer the “illustrated” style where pictures are included throughout the text rather than the more typical practice of dumping them together in one central location, like a scrapbook within the textbook.

Now a moment of honesty:  I really struggled with that last sentence as I wonder if a real book reviewer would use the word “enjoy” or worry about how the pictures are handled?  And, why do I care what a real book reviewer would do?  Well, yesterday I made a point of watching a panel on book reviewing that had been conducted during the Virginia Festival of the Book that centered on the business of book reviews.  The main theme was that book reviewing was never a lucrative profession and it was becoming less so with the move towards the Internet, neither of which were a surprise.  What did surprise me and made me nervous about that sentence was their negative reaction towards all the amateur book reviewers out there.  Katherine Weber, in particular, seemed to feel like amateurs were more about commerce than good reviewing.  I’m not completely sure I got her point but decided that I needed to read more “real” book reviews (as opposed to my fellow bibliophiles at LibraryThing) to see if I can determine for myself what makes a worthwhile, non-commercial review.  I’ll spend some time today with the New York Times Review of Books.  Meanwhile, I’m going to plug along with my pedestrian ways.  I have found that knowing that I’m going to be writing about the books makes me read a bit more seriously, something else the reviewers talked about.

Of course, there is the possibility that they simply feel a little threatened by all the book reviewers out there.  They did agree that there were some very well written amateur reviews but that it was often difficult to find them among the growing dross.  I was reminded of the commercial for a job site where the tennis court is overwhelmed by everyone and the professional player was lost amongst the crowd.  But the beauty of book reviews on the Internet is that you are not restricted to the few people that the newspaper or magazine decided was a good reviewer.  It takes longer to explore on your own, but the journey takes you some interesting places and, in the end, you get to choose the people you want to read.

I’ve been reading away…since my last post, I finished Leopold’s A Sand County Almanac and Zen Effects: The Life of Alan Watts.  I also had several road trips and listened to The Weed That Strings The Hangman’s Bag, an absolutely marvelously presented audio book, written by Alan Bradley and read by Jayne Entwhistle.  I got online this morning to download the other one in the series, The Sweetness At The Bottom of the Pie, and am wondering if I have time to get in a walk before book group.

I’ve completed 18 books so far…right on track for the 75 book challenge!

March is Biography Month

Here’s the bad news: I have fallen behind on the 75 book challenge by about two books.  I’m up to 10 but it seemed to take a long time to get through Spirituality for Our Global Community, a choice for my book group.

The prose was oddly stilted and while I’m not sure I didn’t agree with much of what he had to say, the book just didn’t inspire me to action.  He suggested a particular theological base for global community but didn’t offer much in the way of how we might actually get there beyond a vague idea that it involved getting rid of most contemporary religions, or at least all their metaphysical aspects.  Religion would become more cultural with no insistence on truth.   He was a little too rational for me and seemed to dismiss mystical experiences as simply figments of the imagination.  I just had this vision of a secular humanist world, stripped of culture diversity.

In addition, he seemed to paint the world in broad, black and white strokes with many unsubstantiated facts about how the world is going to hell in a hand basket, encouraged along by organized religion.   But I quickly tired of being referred to as “dear reader” when he told me how, “everyone knows” and “it’s a fact ” when indeed I wasn’t sure that was so.  In addition, he suggests that while he encourages you to think about what he says, if you ultimately don’t agree you are a naysayer and a relativist who doesn’t recognize truth when you see it staring you in the face.

I found it hard to read but I finished it and now need to get caught up.  I have an ambitious reading list for March.  All biographies and all for my book group which meets at the end of the month.

Our group has been together for some time and we’re exploring new ways for choosing books.  So, for next month, we’ve agreed to read a biography that focused on spirituality, peace or social justice.  I am taking a broad view of that and in the interest of getting more serious about my reading, I pulled five biographies off the shelf:

I’m going to start with the Guthrie biography.  Spirituality and social justice expressed through music.  I think it fits.  If I could read all five in March, I would still be a bit behind on the challenge but I would feel very good about chipping a hole in my to be read pile while following through on a serious theme.  Then, I could spend April reading quick fiction and get caught up.

But how to do this?  I need to commit to at least an hour of reading every day, probably two.  And, the older I get, the earlier those hours need to be or I end up sound asleep, book falling from my hands.  So, first thing in the morning seems like the way to go.  I’ve been trying to regulate my work hours–when you work from home, you can work all the time–so I generally don’t settle in for the first email until about 8:30 AM.  With a 30 second commute, I could easily find an hour to read before heading to the office.  A latte, my leather chair, and a good book.  Sounds like a great way to start the week!