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Farthing & Ha'penny

Jo Walton, Farthing, 2006, Tor Books, NYC & Jo Walton, Ha'penny, 2007, Tor Books, NYC

Friends are packing up their place to rent it while they go on a long trip.  David sent me a box with three books in it, recommending them to me.  I've now read two of them, and enjoyed them very much.

Walton has imagined a world in which England negotiated 'peace' with Hitler just after the Blitz.  Fascists appear to be running the country, persecution and murder of Jews and other 'outcasts' from the Reich is widespread, anti-Semitism is commonplace in England.  These are mysteries, of the police procedural kind.  Carmichael and his sergeant Royston work at New Scotland Yard.  They are as different as chalk and cheese; their differences work well together though, as there is a great deal of respect between them.

I'm not going to describe the plot or the characters, as they are the frame upon which Walton builds her stories.  There are characters which appear in both these books, and I suspect, in the third one which I shall read soon, Half A Crown.  I like the structure of the books, too.  Every other chapter is about Carmichael and the police side of the puzzle with a third person narrator, and the other chapters are in the voice of one of the people key to the mystery to be solved.

I was born in 1946, soon after the end of the Second World War.  I've often wondered what the world would be like if the Nazis had been able to capture all of Europe, the British Isles and Russia.  These novels tell me some of that story. 

Will the series continue?  I'll be eager to find out.  Thanks, David!  

Continuing reading.  I went away for four days beginning last Friday evening, and there wasn't much left to read of People of the Book, so it remains to be finished in the next couple of days, or perhaps this weekend.  I started The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill.  Completely amazing writing and wonderful story.  It's about slavery and abolition, so far.

11 November 2009 at 02:50 PM in Books | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Pied Piper

Ridley Pearson, The Pied Piper, mystery thriller taken up in the middle of reading The People of the Book.  

i like a good triller.   i'm not usually put off by much, even in a badly written book, unless the story is also simply awful [like for example, Pig Island].

the thing about the thriller, the mystery, is that generally they don't really stay with me.  i know i've read other books by Ridley Pearson.  but i don't remember the plots of any, nor the main characters.  this isn't the case with say, P.D. James or Sue Grafton.  most of this kind of book take up temporary residence in my mind, waiting quietly on the table beside the bed, for the moment at the top of the pile of books being read.  they provide the mind soothing fodder which calms the excited little grey cells, as Poirot calls them, so i can go to sleep.

another one has now been read.  engaging, well plotted, with characters i liked - because i got to know enough about them in the 400+ pages of the mass market sized paperback.  tonight i'll be back to the interesting tale of the hagadah from sarajevo.  i'll climb into the cool sheets of the bed, pick it up, settle into the pillows and read for a while, moving back and forth between centuries, in and out of brief accounts of anti-semitism through centuries, and learning a bit about the craft of book binding.  then, i'll have achieved the correct body temperature which essentially knocks me out ...

26 October 2009 at 09:30 AM in Books | Permalink | Comments (0)

people of the book - geraldine brooks

a short review - and incomplete, as i've not finished reading the book.

I was prepared to like this book, and i'm liking it.  I like the story of the haggadah passing through families' with the passage of time.  it has become a character itself, really.  a very engaging read so far.  like most books there are some flaws, but the stories woven into a whole are peopled by interesting characters and relationships.  certainly enough to keep me reading on nights when i thought i'd be asleep in minutes.

16 October 2009 at 10:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Pig Island - a very brief review

don't. waste. your.time.

Mo Hayder writes a good thriller, try Birdman, or The Treatment.  The Devil of Nanking was interesting for a while, but far too odd in the end for me.  Pig Island is dreadful, really.  Takes almost 500 mass market paperback size pages to get to a totally unsatisfying conclusion.   The characters are unbelievable and for the most part entirely unlikeable.  

I learned long ago it wasn't necessary to like everyone in a book for it to be a good book, or even a valuable book.  But this book approaches the worst of Patricia Cornwell, dull, weird unbelieveable plot, and people you neither care for nor like one bit.

just.plain.no.

Next up?  Geraldine Brooks' People of the Book.  If you haven't read Year of Wonders, get a copy and read it now.

10 October 2009 at 09:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Hope: The Cellist of Sarajevo, a short review.

The Cellist of Sarajevo, Steven Galloway, Vintage Canada, 2009.

In my early 30s I learned the value of hope.  I came to understand that of all the so called 'virtues', it is hope that is both the most important and the most human.  We cannot know the future, we can hope for particular outcomes to our imaginings of the future, and many of us will be driven by hope over faith.

Steve Galloway's novel, published in 2008 by Random House Canada, is a story about hope as a necessary driving force in lives lived. Hope is the cure for the freezing, stultifying immobility of fear.

Three people living in Sarajevo under seige come to know about the musician who, in 1992, played Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor as a twenty-two day memorial for twenty-two Sarajevans who died when a shell landed on their line-up outside a bakery.  "The men in the hills" are a character in the novel, a focus of fear. They are the snipers, shooting people who are driven by various human needs to venture outside, to seek water, to go to work, to listen to the cellist.

The novel is gripping.  Galloway's descriptions of the wounded city and her people are beautifully written.  If for no other reason, read this novel for the last pages.  

We might have felt distressed and afraid when the siege of Sarajevo was being mentioned, however infrequently, in the news dispatches of the day.  The residents of Sarajevo struggling to cross the streets where snipers aimed to kill them, found their way with hope which fueled courage.  

The message?  Stand up, go out the door - whether metaphorical or real - and speak your mind, when the snipers - whether metaphorical or real - are in the hills.

04 October 2009 at 11:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

another set of fine arguments about the necessity to fund the arts!

here you will find a great list of 10 things to recall when you are speaking with someone about the arts cuts, and they need to get it.  

this is my favourite - i'm an arts adminstrator, working 1/2 time in a small community, as i've no doubt said before.  and this is important news:

4. Culture is not a hobby. Running the Children’s Festival or arranging an international visual art exhibition is not something we can do in our spare time.

5. Just because you usually experience the effects of our work in your spare time doesn’t mean we produce it in our spare time.

Arranging a visual arts exhibition in Sechelt, on the Sunshine Coast, cannot be done in someone's spare time.

Thanks, Kate Armstrong.  Thank you Annie Reid, who posted this link on Facebook.

29 September 2009 at 05:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

the silence

i keep wondering whether anyone will notice the difference i expect will result from arts organizations being funded by gambler's money left at casinos, and bingo games, etc..  gamblers will not be crying out at demonstrations on how the BCLiberals are, or are not, spending their money on arts organizations including the British Columbia Arts Council.  gamblers will not be writing letters to their members of the legislative assembly concerned about the cuts to sports organizations providing soccer for children all over the province.  gamblers will not be standing up for Parent Advisory Committees, whenever the minister for education slides out of the parliamentary den to visit the constituency.

gamblers will be betting on the next big win.  serving themselves, not the future carried in the lives of children, teens, adults, seniors, everyone really.  serving themselves.

28 September 2009 at 09:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

arts funding cuts in British Columbia

Charles Campbell has long been one of my favourite columnists, editors and writers.  He is careful, thoughtful and most of all his analysis of his subject, whatever it is, baseball or politics, is incisive and stirring.

he's written two great stories on the recent BC Liberal cuts to the arts organizations, and therefore the artists, of British Columbia.  Both have been published in The Tyee - and I go hence for the links for you, oh faithful, if not numerous, reader/s :

This is today's article > http://thetyee.ca/News/2009/09/28/ArtsCuts/

for the back story > http://thetyee.ca/ArtsAndCulture/2009/09/04/FlexYourMuscles/

now i'm going to go read the comments on today's article.

28 September 2009 at 08:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

misogyny does in another lesbian [25 june 2006 - but not published then for some reason]

Denise Denton.  have you read this story?  or this one?  they are about the woman who challenged Lawrence Summers, Harvard's then president when he uttered denigrating remarks about women and our capacity for mathmatics.

Summers is no longer president of Harvard.  Denton is dead. 

in the weeks following her challenge to Summers harassment of many kinds fell all about Denton.  read around on google, it will be clear what kinds of attacks there have been, and what grains of truth might lie behind some of the comments/opinions expressed.

apparent right wingers take pot shots at her being lesbian, e.g., The American Thinker [sic] wrote: 

A position for her lesbian “partner”

the piece lists a number of perks which are not unusual in corporate hiring, nor are they particularly unusual at universities.  freqently when someone is hired, a job is found for their spouses, moving expenses are paid, housing is facilitated.  it's about a lot of money, to be sure.  it's also about a woman who wielded considerable power, and some students didn't like what she did.  neither, clearly, did people who noised their dislike and negative criticisms all over the news and in many a blog.

Denton jumped from the 42nd floor of a building.  her mother said she'd been depressed.

22 sep 2009 - newspaper links will be broken by now.  Look here for some information about Denton.

22 September 2009 at 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

book review - The Bookseller of Kabul

Åsne Seierstad, The Bookseller of Kabul, 2002, Virago.  Seierstad is a Norwegian journalist.

The Beehive [my bookclub]  is reading this book for October.  While there is information in the book, as context, about the national and international circumstances of Afghanistan and her peoples, this is a book about a family, about the circumstances of daily life in a relatively privileged family living in Kabul.  It is also a book about the lives of women.

The Beehive member who chose this book for us, asked us to consider what the book told us about the country as well as the family, what was missing, what might be needed.

I am glad to have read this book, it has furthered my understanding about women's lives in a culture so different from the one in which I live in 21st century western canada.  Fatema Mernissi, Morrocan feminist and anthropologist, opened my eyes with her memoir, Dreams of Trespass:  Tales of a Harem Girlhood [1995].  Geraldine Brooks', 1994 book, Nine Parts of Desire showed me what women's lives looked like in the Middle East, from the point of view of a western [Australian] reporter.  Sally Armstrong, once editor of Homemaker magazine, wrote Veiled Threat: The Hidden power of the women of Afghanistan, which is in my reading stack, half-finished.

There are many more magazine articles, tv news stories, newspaper columns and stories which, over the last two decades have infuriated and/or informed my understanding of what it might be like to be a woman, living under the revolving ideological constraints of Islam, the Taliban, and imperialism.  Then there is the dominance of patriarchy, the rule of the fathers, everywhere.

Seierstad has the experience of an insider and the eye of a journalist/story teller to inform her engaging account.  She lived several months with the large and complex family of Sultan, the bookseller.  The tensions of the intimate life of the family controlled by one man who's word is law, reflect the tensions of life in Kabul.  The brutal rule of the Taliban controlled the lives of everyone, their departure from general power eases the public lives of men, but not of women.  The return of the King means the burka can be discarded, women's faces can be seen in public.  

Sultan's word is the law in his house, in his shops.  His sons do as they are told, and when they are rebellious they act like teenage males we might know.  The women are kept from any public interaction, for the most part.  When Sultan's youngest sister tries to register for a job as an English teacher she is foiled at every turn.  She cannot go to the office alone.  She must rely on her family connections for success.  She discovers she is missing one signed form when she finally gets to the Ministry of Education.  Her hopes fade, as no one will return with her to the Ministry.  

What's missing, my sister Bee asked?  The French Enlightenment.  The notion that women are the same and different from men.  That women have a place in community life.  What's missing?  Women's liberty.

Many times we will read that women have satisfaction in their lives  under the circumstances Seierstad shows her reader. Sheltered from the hustle/bustle, from contact with brutal men, protection from sexual assaults.  Sure, it's all that provides physical safety for women and children, and that is not entirely reliable either, given the incidence of violence inside the intimate relationships.  Sultan's female relatives lead lives with little stimulation, for the most part.  This could be part and parcel of their living in the city, where along with everything else the scars of wars and lack of transportation limit their view to only the walls of the apartment or the house.  Family events make it possible for women to see other women in the family, or they go to the baths together.  Many women have subsided into silence.  Others are consumed by the disagreements and struggles of women who have no choice to do anything else.  

The male relatives all seem to want a piece of the power Sultan has in his public life, and as it turns out if they toe the line, they will get it.  Here lies the most outstanding difference between women and men.  Men, along with their other privileges when they have them, may have access to power in public life.  Class and ethnic origin determine how much power and in which places men will have that power.  For those women who break the barriers, class and ethnicity will also have their expected effects.  

The doors are closed, and barred.  There is a stack of brick outside them.  The metaphors for barriers impossible for women to overcome are legion.  Afghani women face barriers on the inside of their homes and on the outside, should they manage to get through the door.

Leila, who wants to be a teacher, is the family member who looks after Seierstad.  They speak English together.  We have a clearer view of Leila's internal life.  She is desperate.  She's not sure what life she wants, but she knows it is not the life she leads in Sultan's house.  She seeks a way out.  All of the doors are closed.

22 September 2009 at 09:11 AM in Books | Permalink | Comments (0)

babies

last night we had a call from dear friends, a couple generations younger than we are.  one of them is pregnant.  tonight we had a call from other dear friends, the same couple generations younger than we, and one of them is pregnant.  the 4 new mamas are friends, and the due dates are 4 days apart.

as i sat back down after mrs cypress and i hung up the phone tonight, this thought rushed through my mind, 'i want to see them when they are 20 years old.'

we have a girl child in our lives, in our hearts, she's 11 now, twelve in 2 months.  i held her in my hands within minutes of her birth - so small she was then.  i felt the rush of love and fear that so many have identified.  how will i help protect her?  that was my question.  since she was born there are other children in our circle, children of Festival friends,  and now here come two more babies, tiny humans.   

is it that i am older now?  is that why the potential of these babies seems to have a lovely sharpness to it.  being more than 60 now?  does that make the time to come more precious?  am i more greedy for that time now because i know that i may see these babies at 20, and perhaps at 30.  but i am unlikely to see their children.

late spring babies.  i'm really thrilled for their mamas.  and i can't wait to hold them - the mamas and the babies.

21 September 2009 at 09:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

smart!

"You can't write smart without art."  Tom Chapin

now there's as true a statement as i've seen in recent days.  the cuts to arts funding in british columbia show little evidence of intelligent decision making.  

for example, the government itself told us all that for every dollar spent on the arts $1.36 is returned in taxes.  it is so not SMART to have cut arts funding at a cost to the taxpayer.

isn't it just plain mean?  or is it that it's just easy.  shift what arts funding is left to the gaming/lottery envelope and ensure that no one is hammering on your desks saying 'why are you funding [fill in the blank in the pantheon of the arts] with the money i've gambled away?'  and of course, neither will there be gamblers hammering on your desk, talking to journalists, organizing rallies and generally complaining and making question period a problem for your unpleasant cabinet mates, neither will there be gamblers demanding that you do the right thing and fund the arts.

19 September 2009 at 11:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

ok - not doing so well on the resolve part of this deal

it's well past June, and is there another single new post.  no.  is there the intention to make another post.  well, kind of.

really, it's the proverbial time to produce or leave the scene.  

i want to make a blogish kind of newspapery thing for the region where i live.  i'd call it the Halfmoon Bay Clarion.  but it won't happen if i don't write it.

tonight i went to a meeting crying out to be reported on.  i have good notes of what happened.  and am i writing the report?  no.  i'm all up to date on FB and all the bloody games & quizes ...  i've played a couple word games.  had a piece of delicious apple pie, which i made the other day.

my work situation is difficult because of the provincial government's cuts to funding for arts organizations - when you have a tiny budget a 15% cut = $15K is of huge significance.  specially when it's gone forever.

am i thinking about and writing about money and the arts, dreams and the successful lives of children, what the arts mean to me?  nope. nada.

it's the thinking and considering time that's missing.  perhaps.  

how about a movie review?  Julia and Julie, or is it Julie and Julia.  i loved it.  in a theatre full of other grey haired women, and about 16 men.  we laughed at the same time.  it was one of those wonderful movie house experiences - the reason i love movies, shared experience in the dark with large numbers of people.  ineffable seems the only correct word.

considering and thinking.  just letting things cook.  i wonder if it's silence i'm missing.  broad swathes of it.  probably not.  although it's an attractive excuse.

would any of you care if i wrote more here than i do?  or here instead of in the numberless bunch of notebooks in which i have written millions of words?  4.95 american dollars it costs to maintain this place.  i love the photos i have here and i've enjoyed writing long captions, stories, even about some of them.  specially the trip to england in 2006.  will i do more of any of this?  

and then there's The Wire.  Amazing.  amazing television, amazing writing, amazing sense it made for 5 seasons.  we're about at the end of it.  i've simply loved it.  and now i want to see more.  so The Corner is next, and then whatever else any of those people have done.  jimmy mcnulty.  needs a slap upside his head.  all those kinds of guys.  the mayor.  the people who work to make things actually happen - instead of those who work to make sure absolutely nothing happens.  the people who believe they can control change, and decree there won't be any.  Omar.  i loved Omar.  nowhere near enough women's stories, no little girls.  

i read a couple other blogs semi-regularly.  iblamethepatriarchy.com remains the most fabulous, whether it's totally horrifying millipedes, the dudeocracy, Nigels of various descriptions, or Fran the darling puppy Jill P Smith never ceases to get my attention.  

perhaps i'm not writing more because i am just not as wonderful a writer as Jill P Smith.  i'm not so clever.  i'm too whiny.  at least today.   competition?  fear of failure?  people won't like me?  what the hell.  i'm 63 years old.  a child of the 60s in more ways than i'll write about here.  probably.  although i don't keep many secrets about those days.  it's today's days that are the troublesome ones perchance.

ah.

night night

17 September 2009 at 10:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

such a long time

writing practice.  needed.


today it's been rainy in vancouver.  here it has been dry, and sun/cloud mixed.  beautiful really.  mowed the front garden lawn, and took down the big patch of daisies.  they'll have another appearance in a while.  

what happened to all the poppies?

it's not very long before i pack up my kit bag and head off to camp for a couple weeks.  

[i think i can manage to write without elipsis, but it's hard to use capital letters.]

two projects to get in line with, writing needed for one.  perhaps this will be the key to make a post every other day at least.  make a new groove.

remembering to drink water persists in being a challenge.

21 June 2009 at 05:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"woman killed by ex-husband despite restraining order"

Published in the Vancouver Sun on Friday 30 May 2008 under headline:  What will it take to protect women?

I wrote this on the day an article was published about yet another bereaved family wanting to do something to protect women and their children from being murdered by their assailants, their 'controlling husbands,' their boyfriends, ex boyfriends, ex husbands, etc..  Karen Beck's family wants an inquest into her murder.  Sunny Park's family is dead, her husband having killed Sunny and her children and then himself.

What triggered my fury, for it was a furious letter, was the final paragraph of the article which quoted an RCMP officer as saying that since the RCMP was supposed to enforce criminal law not civil, they didn't often enforce restraining orders.  And it was ever thus!

if you're reading this blog, perhaps you have similar concerns to my own.  Write to the newspapers when they run stories about women and children murdered by husbands/fathers/boyfriends.  Please speak out for those whose voices have been silenced.




31 May 2008 at 12:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

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