August 2013

I read the following books:

  • Expecting Adam by Martha Beck: I don’t think I’ve ever been as angry at a book as I was at this book. Reading it, I couldn’t fathom what the author’s point was. Purportedly, it was to encourage everyone to accept and welcome the magic in their own lives as she did via the birth of her son Adam, who has Down’s Syndrome. But it’s so facile, like if you just accept the universe, your life will be better without any work on your own. What about people who accept the universe in the hopes that the supernatural will better their lives and then nothing comes of it because the universe doesn’t work like that. Why should the universe somehow care more to stop Martha Beck’s placental abruption (it just stopped magically) than Syria (read the linked Washington Post article – it is really good), Darfur, Guantanamo Bay, or Russia’s anti-gay policies . Oh, that’s right. It’s because Martha Beck is white, American, and was (at the time of writing) Christian. What an awful book.
  • Carry the One by Carol Anshaw.
  • Bobcat and Other Stories by Rebecca Lee: Since the vast majority of ARC’s I get on LibraryThing are not my taste, I think sometimes of quitting the reviewing program. But then, always, I get an amazing book like this one for free and it has everything that I love about fiction and, at the same time, depresses me because it is so much better than I could ever be. What a beautiful collection of stories.
  • By Blood by Ellen Ullman: When I was about eleven, I started reading “grown-up” books, which were mainly those sort of literary potboilers from the seventies that baby-boomers tend to have kicking about (early Stephen King, Ira Levin, John Irving, Irving Wallace). This book was just like one of those – completely engrossing and not insulting to my intelligence. And it had my go-to-bad-guys, Nazis. I loved it.
  • World War Z by Max Brooks: I read it thinking I’d hate it, like Robopocalypse hate it, but I didn’t! It’s actually really well done.
  • Dear Life by Alice Munroe: I know, as a Canadian short story writer, I’m supposed to fawn over Alice Monroe, but these stories weren’t what I was expecting, nor did I enjoy them, especially after the Rebecca Lee I read earlier in the month.
  • May We Be Forgiven by A.M. Homes: The fast-paced, frenetic, flippant tone of the first two-thirds completely undermines the more conciliatory and warm tone of the last third.
  • Drunk Mom by Jowita Bydlowska: I read books about bad mothers. Lots of them. Bad parents too (like the Crack Dad one). It helps me know other people struggle with parenting too.
  • Ivy and Bean by Annie Barrows: For Tesfa. Still haven’t found great, modern kids books. It’s not bad, but it isn’t classic. No one will remember it in fifty years. And so we’ve reverted to rereading Matilda.

Best book: I liked so many books this month. Basically, I either loved or loathed books in August. Probably not great – extremes usually mean unhinging for my mind. But I loved Bobcat and Other Stories, By Blood, World War Z, and Drunk Mom.

I watched:

  • My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: Now that we’ve watched them all, Tesfa has established we can start at the beginning and go to the end again. While I am happy that MLP:FiM is not as asinine as say, Power Rangers, I have grown weary of the trials and tribulations of Ponyville.
  • Orange is the New Black: I laugh so hard at the Let’s talk about health care Mackenzie bit. I am totally one of those white, liberal ladies Taystee and Poussey are making fun of.
  • How I Met Your Mother: Now I think I am watching it to annotate all the horrible, rape culture, heteronormative things that go on on that show.
  • Breaking Bad: Man, can’t Walter just die already? I fail to see why people root for him. Or anyone on that show really. Maybe Holly is all right.
  • Mad Men: My enjoyment of the show has increased now that there’s a Megan (only an h away from me). Also, they’re getting into the fashions I like, all the white and black dresses and cute A-lines.
  • Community: Season Four on Canadian Netflix now. It’s October 19th everybody.

I wrote: A big rewrite of Come From Away for my course. I’m hoping to get to fifty thousand words by the end of September. Small typing up of my faerie story to share with my online writing group. Minor proof-edits of a variety of short stories in another submission-push-trail-of-rejections.

And my course is starting! I got the first email from my mentor yesterday and will be sending her the beginning of my story later today. Of course, one of her points to me is make sure you know the difference between a list of events and a plot, which has become a huge problem with my novella. To me, as it stands, it reads like and then this happened and then this happened and then this …. Geoff disagrees, but I feel like I have a whole, unspooled skein of yarn here and need someone to help me tidy the whole thing back up.

On to the autumn.

just minding my own business and then

Sometimes I am just sitting there, reading a book, thinking “Okay, this is a good book. Maybe I’ll buy it for some people.” When bam, sexism comes along and ruins the day (sometimes it isn’t sexism – sometimes it’s poor writing or a stupid dénouement or suddenly ridiculous characters but the last piece of ruining came from sexism).

Somewhere (the internet?) told me that The Day the Crayons Quit was worth checking out. So I did, from the library. The crayons revolt and write letters of complaint to their owner Duncan. I read it to Tesfa and she enjoyed it and I enjoyed it until we got to the dreaded pink page. And what does this pink page have on it?

It’s because you think I am a GIRLS’ color, isn’t it.

And there you go, book ruined. It went from being a book that I was considering buying for my nephews for Christmas to a book that I am ready to return to the library today so that I never have to see it ever again.

Of my small readership, I know some of you are thinking Wow. Meghan overreacts to really odd stuff, to which I answer, This is not an overreaction. I don’t need to have some freaking children’s book enforcing gender roles for no good reason. Yes, maybe the book is pointing out how idiotic assigning certain colours to certain genders is, or at least trying to, but whenever I read books that are trying to point out subtle societal influences on children, I think:

  1. Nurture Shock reports that generally books written for kids to enlighten them about societal issues actually backfires for kids under the ages of 7-8, i.e. a book about bullying geared to an audience that young doesn’t prevent them from bullying. Rather it teaches them words and phrases that are useful for bullying. So explicitly labeling a crayon a girls’ crayon, even mockingly, does nothing other than reinforce in a little kid’s mind that there are girl and boy colours.
  2. What the fucking hell? Why is it okay to have off-handed gender comments? It sure wouldn’t for other marginalized communities. Find me a well-reviewed, contemporary book geared for the kindergarten set with the following sort of comment: It’s because you think fried chicken is food for black people, isn’t it. No Stormfront or KKK books accepted. See. You can’t. They don’t exist because that isn’t appropriate but somehow gender essentialism is? Fuck this shit.

The second point is basically my test for sexism – if you replace whatever the male/female commentary is with some commentary about black people and think to yourself “Damn, that’s some racist shit,” then the initial male/female commentary wasn’t appropriate to have in the first place. This is a test I used frequently with all the misogynistic comments and treatment I got in my undergrad and it works pretty damn well.

So until I return the book to the library, I’ll replace that line with:

Don’t you realise how versatile pink can be?

In any case, fuck The Day the Crayons Quit for raising my hopes only to dash them against the rock of sexism like a toy dinghy in a typhoon.

stuck

Sometimes the books stack up so high that Tesfa tells me she’ll reorganise them so they don’t fall over and crush me in my sleep.

Sometimes my RSS feed gets so backed up that feedly (I miss you google reader) just says 500+ for the number of articles I haven’t read yet.

Sometimes there is just too much.

classics book reading

So I got this from here, which in turn got it from here. Since I have time, why not?

It’s time for another Classics Spin for any who are interested. What is the spin?

It’s easy. At your blog, by next Monday, Aug 19, list your choice of any twenty books you’ve left to read from your Classics Club list.

You have to read one of these twenty books in August & September. So, try to challenge yourself. For example, you could list five Classics Club books you are dreading/hesitant to read, five you can’t WAIT to read, five you are neutral about, and five free choice (favorite author, rereads, ancients — whatever you choose.)

Next Monday, we’ll post a number from 1 through 20. The challenge is to read whatever book falls under that number on your Spin List, by October 1. We’ll have a check in when October arrives, to see who made it the whole way and finished the spin book.

    Five I’m Dreading

  1. Jane Austen. I have never read a thing by Jane Austen because it always seems so inanely dull. So I don’t know. I should pick something I don’t really know the plot to. Or maybe I should pick something I do know the plot to so that I won’t get annoyed because at least I know what’s coming. I’ll choose later if this is the number picked.
  2. Collected Stories of Anton Chekov by Anton Chekov.
  3. That big Mavis Gallant collection at the library that taunts me whenever I walk past it on the shelf and leave it there for another week.
  4. War and Peace by Lev Tolstoy. Yes Geoff, I know it is your favourite book, but it is long and full of terrors.
  5. Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Wolfe.
     
  6. Five I’m Neutral About

  7. The Metamorphosis and Other Stories by Kafka, the copy that Geoff keeps handing over to me to read and that I never do.
  8. Within A Budding Grove by Marcel Proust. So I did Swann’s Way. On to the next one.
  9. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Supposed to read this in Grade Twelve English, but managed to not have to take Grade Twelve English and go straight to OAC instead. Huzzah!
  10. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood.
  11. The House of Mirth by Edith Warton.
     
  12. Five Can’t Wait to Read

  13. Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen. I actually read this a long time ago in high school but should probably read again.
  14. Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. I’ll go for reading it in English though. My French is too rusty.
  15. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver
  16. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
  17. Some Hope: Trilogy by Edward St. Aubyn.
     
  18. Free Choice

  19. A Grain of Wheat by Ngugi Wa Thiong’O.
  20. Sozaboy by Ken Saro-Wiwa
  21. 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff
  22. 2666 by Roberto Bolaño.
  23. Eichmann in Jerusalem by Hannah Arendt.
    1. So check back on Monday to see what I must read.