Monday, July 13, 2020

Roam With Me! Tybee Island, Georgia, June 2020

During the isolation time of late March,  April and May, I started writing a new novel. The idea for it had been bouncing around in my head for a few years. I have multiple story ideas every single day, and, when possible, I write a few down from time to time because I think they are good and don't want to forget them. Inevitably, most of the ideas remain simply that -- ideas -- because I'd need a million lifetimes to write stories about every idea I have; however, a few of my ideas take up residence in my mind and send me a steady stream of reminders that it's time to sit down and try to make a story out of them. So, with plenty of writing time on my hands, I did just that, every single day for two or more hours each morning until the end of May. I still haven't completed the story because it's doing what most of my stories do -- leading me astray for a while -- but I have over 300 handwritten pages completed along with a stack of note cards full of things to fix or add or change, etc. So, what does all of this have to do with Tybee Island? Well, I wanted the story to take place on the east coast in a coastal town. I wanted it to be in North Carolina, South Carolina or Georgia. After some map perusal and web searches, I decided that Tybee Island looked like the perfect place, so that's where my new novel is set.

As I wrote, I often used the internet to look at photos of the island and the community, and I searched for little snippets to make it feel real. However, until I actually see and experience a place, I feel like I'm writing blindly about it, and even though I'm writing fiction, I still want the place to be real. In my first novel, "The Clearwater House," anyone from Clearwater, Nebraska, or even from rural Northeast Nebraska knows that the setting is very real even though the story is made up. While my inability to visit a place won't keep me from including that place if I feel it's the best place for my characters to be (Georgia visits Hawaii and Alaska -- two places I haven't yet been -- in "State of Georgia . . . and Other Writings"), I do believe that gaining a personal perspective makes for a better story. So, with a desire to actually see Tybee, I added a couple of days to my recent Tennessee visit, and we drove down to Tybee Island.

Since we arrived in late June on a Sunday, it was very hot and humid as well as packed with day trippers from Savannah, but by the next day, the island was much less packed even though it was still incredibly hot and humid. We stayed at a small inn -- a converted house -- called 17th Street Inn only a block from the beach and one of the handy boardwalks for crossing the sand dune. We had the first floor room on the left which contained a king-sized bed, a small bathroom with shower and a full kitchen. The porch stayed shaded all day and made for enjoyable evening sitting. 



The beach is lovely, expansive and quite clean. It stretches the full eastern side of the island and across the north side, too. Even though there were many people on the beach when we first arrived, there was still plenty of beach and ocean to go around, and when I stayed to watch the sunset and rose early for the sunrise, the beach and ocean in all their glory were mostly mine. I'll show you a photo with the late-afternoon Sunday crowd and a couple from late Monday and sunrise on Tuesday. 




Beautiful, isn't it? The water was just cool enough to take away the heat from our skin after sunbathing a bit. The waves were constant and only had enough force to throw me off my feet once when I wasn't paying attention. Otherwise, we just bobbed up and down with them. The sand was soft and full of tiny shells above the tide line, and it was hard-packed and great for walking in a wide swath that ran along the waterline.

Tybee Island has a couple trademark constructions. One is its lighthouse and the other is its pavilion and pier. We drove by the lighthouse but didn't go in it because tickets had to be purchased online in advance, and we simply lacked the time. Also, it was really hot and probably not the best time to be climbing stairs in a tall lighthouse. The pier and pavilion, though, we definitely walked on because I'd already included them in my novel-in-progress, so I really needed to see them up close. We also walked under the pier, so here are some photos from above and below as well as the lighthouse.


There are a couple places that offer dolphin excursions. We went to Captain Derek's, hoping to get lucky and still be able to get a ticket at the last minute. We managed to snag the last two tickets for the day on the 2:00 p.m. excursion. The boat took us out onto the north side of the island where dolphins are prevalent in the shallower water. We saw many, and it was well worth the 15 dollar per person price. Not only did we see a lot of dolphins, but the young narrator, a guy named Damian, regaled us with a litany of Dad-style dolphin jokes to help pass the time along with the dolphin-related educational information he shared. Example: What's a dolphin's favorite country? Finland! How are a piano and a fish different? You can't "tuna" fish! And many others. I loved them all because they reminded me of my wonderful co-worker, Nate Metschke, who passed away for too young a year and a half ago. He taught band and loved to tell "punny" jokes. Anyway, the dolphin excursion was fun, and I'd recommend it to anyone going to Tybee.



One of the main things I wanted to see for myself was how the houses looked as well as get a feel for the town. The houses vary from one story to two, so that fit in perfectly with the two main houses in my story, and I learned that Sandra Bullock's Tybee Island house is for sale -- you can find it on realtor.com if you look for the 3.5 million dollar house on the northern part of the island. If anyone reading this would like to find about thirty more people, we could all go in together and buy it! Ha ha. 

Like any beautiful place I visit, I would really like to return and spend a week or more on the island to soak in even more of the local flavor, but I managed to get a pretty solid feel for the town during my short stay. Overall, the food was good. I'm not a fan of seafood, so I can't speak to that particular fare, but the chicken and other sandwiches I ate while I was there was good, and I was especially happy to find that Diet Coke was served everywhere. I would, though, like to recommend the bar Tybee Time where you should go in and ask Rachel, a very nice bartender, to serve you one of their amazing rum/everclear/who-knows-really-what-kind-of-alcohol-infused slushies. I had a mango one, and it was super yummy and super cooling on a hot evening.



I'll just leave you with a few more beautiful beach shots because the beach and the ocean are the real reasons for visiting and living on Tybee Island.





Now, I'd better get back to writing that novel!







Sunday, July 5, 2020

Roam With Me! Johnson City, TN, June 2020

A year ago, I briefly visited the areas of Johnson City and Gray, Tennessee, while on a retirement scouting trip with my boyfriend to Nashville and Asheville (NC). We were only in the area for a couple hours, but we really liked what we saw. My daughter is considering a few colleges to complete her studies to become a paleontologist, and ETSU in Johnson City has one of the premiere departments due to the 2000 discovery of a large fossil site at Gray, which is only a few miles from Johnson City. So, I once again drove to Johnson City -- this time for an extended visit with my daughter.

ETSU was still closed for official tours, but you can easily walk all over the campus because it's not that large, so she was able to get a feel for the college even without a representative giving us a tour.


Our main objective was for her to get a good glimpse of the Gray Fossil Site because if she chooses to apply and gets accepted at ETSU, then she will end up spending some of her time working at the site. She contacted Dr. Steven Wallace, a professor at the university and the original director of the site when it first opened. He was kind enough to meet us and give her a thorough tour along with ample scientific explanations that went over my head but that she firmly grasped. He also took us into the expansive and amazing upstairs lab where we met the main preparator, Shawn Haugrud, who wowed her even more with lots of information. I was most intrigued to learn that since the soil of the dig site is clay, all the fossils there have been crushed into thousands of pieces that then have to be reassembled much like a very complicated 3D puzzle that may or may not contain all the necessary pieces. They are doing some cutting-edge things at Gray, and I know my daughter would both benefit from working there and be beneficial to the cause because she's very diligent with her work and already has a lot of experience working with tiny fossil fragments. 


   

        The dig site itself is behind the building and isn't much to see yet because they estimate that they've only uncovered about 1% of what is there. In that 1%, though, they've found a staggering number of fossils, so there is work to be had at this one site for years and years and years and for many current and up-and-coming paleontologists. 

Naturally, I can't travel anywhere new without checking out the local bookstores. I hit up Book Lover's Warehouse, Mr. K's Used Books, and Moody Books. The latter has been around for almost 50 years and specializes in theological books for the most part. I didn't really find anything to my liking there, but I enjoyed seeing it. I most enjoyed Book Lover's Warehouse, and I would love to return to spend a full day there. Of course, I returned with some books to add to my home library. I also stopped at the Barnes and Noble to acquire the newest Pulitzer winner for fiction.

     

Another place that is a must-visit for me is the local Harley-Davidson store. I stopped in and bought myself a much-needed full-face helmet from an exceptionally friendly and knowledgeable woman named Paige who has worked in the Johnson City store for 21 years. She was extremely patient with me as I tried out all the gizmos on the helmet, and she made sure that I was satisfied with the fit. According to helmet measurements, my head is a small, which I find so strange since everything else on me (according to fashion sizing) is extra large and double digits. But my head measures 22 inches which puts it in the small size range. Believe it or not, sizing for helmets goes from XXS all the way to 5XL. I am only a smidge over the XS size, so I tried on both the XS and the S repeatedly until I was certain that I wanted to stick with the S. She's an experienced rider who also is a small for helmets but prefers an XS for added snugness, so she wanted me to be certain. The XS was just a bit too snug for my liking, though, I finally decided. I also left with another HD t-shirt for my collection and another poker chip (which didn't do anything for my desire to get one from every state since I already have an TN one from Nashville, but I really liked the chip and the Johnson City HD store).

No trip is complete without sampling local fare. We ate some great food while we were there. Since we arrived kind of late and many restaurants still weren't open to dine-in, we opted to eat at the Waffle House that was right next to the Hampton where we stayed. We'd never eaten in one before. I chose to actually try one of their waffles. It was pretty good, actually. We also ate at Aubrey's, a great restaurant serving American food as well as pasta which is what we ate; Southern Craft, where we sat at the bar and had some delicious libations as well as yummy barbecue; and Main Street Pizza, where the spaghetti and sausage meatballs was to-die-for delicious. At each place, we had incredibly friendly and helpful waiters who added to the dining (and drinking experience). 

       



 

       


Just a few miles west of Johnson City is the town of Jonesborough, which is the oldest town in Tennessee and home to the International Storytelling Center. The events for that are held in the fall, I believe, but the main street is quite historic and full of interesting places like the Christopher Taylor house where Andrew Jackson lived for a year. We ate at the Main Street Cafe, strolled through the town a bit, but a couple of the stores I would have liked to have visited were closed, so we left empty-handed but enjoyed the time spent there.

        

I'll leave you with one last selfie taken from Winged Deer Park in Johnson City. Hopefully, I'll be returning to the town or area in a year or so, either to visit or to live. 


Friday, April 24, 2020

Read With Me! Prison Writings, Isolation, and "Bone Chalk"

As COVID-19 wreaks its havoc upon the world, many of us are now spending much of our time in self-isolation. The comparison to being in jail pops up over and over on various social media sites, in conversations with loved ones, and in our own minds. Even though we are not in jail, the comparison is a valid one on many levels; however I want to focus on a positive aspect of that comparison that some of you might not have considered.

Being forced to stay home day after day can easily drive a person crazy if you don't have some sort of creative outlet. If you do happen to be a creative person, this forced isolation can actually be viewed in a good light because it's giving you time to create -- paintings, poems, photography with your pets as your subjects, music, sculptures, wood carvings, model car kits that have been just waiting for you to have the time to make them, and so much more.

For me, it's writing and cross-stitching, but mainly the writing. Writing is my creative passion, so I'm taking advantage of this time to write a new novel. The first draft is coming along nicely, much more nicely than if I'd attempted to start it while also going to school each day to teach seven classes and direct a play in the evenings. Writing something lengthy takes time and committed focus, two things I rarely have with a full-time job. Yes, yes, I know I have summers off as a teacher, but even then there are so many other distractions and responsibilities that I never have had the time I do right now to just write. Every single morning, I write. I plan to keep doing that as long as this isolation period is forced upon us in the hopes that, by the end of it, I'll have a solid and complete first draft.

Now, let's get back to the jail comparison. In jail, a person usually has a lot of spare time that he or she can choose to use productively or to squander in wasteful ways. A number of men at the Yankton Federal Prison Camp choose to use that time in a productive way, and they take part in a creative writing workshop and publishing course led by Jim Reese, an associate professor at Mount Marty College in Yankton, South Dakota.

For almost thirteen years, once a week, Reese teaches the writing course to inmates. Not only do the men write stories and poems, they also publish them in their own literary journal called "4 P.M. Count," a prison term that refers to the roll call that takes place every afternoon to account for each inmate. The journal is available online to read or you can get a print copy, too. Both versions are available through Reese's author page at 4PM Count or by visiting jimreese.org.

Reese's motivation for teaching writing to prison inmates is to make them better people for when they re-enter society. The inmates at the Yankton Federal Prison Camp are not serving life sentences; writing gives them an outlet and a chance to learn while they are serving their time, so when they are released, the chances of them succeeding in the world go up.

As Reese says on his website: "As a taxpayer, I know I don’t want to pay money just to lock someone up. I would hope incarceration is teaching these men something. Is just locking someone up doing that? Statistics say no. Statistics say two-thirds of men will reoffend within three years, unless they receive some education and/or vocational training. If those services are utilized, recidivism rates go down. . . . You can lock a person up and let him out after so long. Maybe during his incarceration you teach him a trade— that’s great. What you also have to do is help him tap into the emotional instabilities that brought him to prison in the first place. Writing, art, and more importantly, education in corrections helps open that door. If a person never comes to terms with himself, one more angry person will be released back into society."

I've really enjoyed reading the online 2019 edition of "4 P.M. Count." In it, I've read stories about surfboarding, tattoos, jumping from up high into a river, the prison dog program (which is another very beneficial skill-creating avenue for the prisoners), a great satirical piece called "How to Be Cool," contributions by visiting authors who have attended the workshop, and there are also poems and fiction stories in the journal, too.

Not only is Reese the director of this program and a college professor, he is also a writer. His essay collection called "Bone Chalk" was recently published by Stephen F. Austin State University Press. Here is the column I wrote about it in the Norfolk Daily News:



            Growing up in the 1970s, one of my favorite things to do was to go roller-skating every Saturday afternoon. The rink would be packed with kids, great music would be playing, the disco ball would throw lights for us to follow across the floor, I’d fall down trying to do the limbo, my friends and I would slingshot each other across the rink – those were great times. I was reminded of my roller-skating days when I read “Little Red Love Machine,” an essay in Jim Reese’s new collection called Bone Chalk.
            Reese grew up in Omaha, learned a lot under the guise of Willy the Wildcat while attending Wayne State College, and now lives in Yankton where he teaches creative writing to college students at Mount Marty as well as to inmates in the Yankton Federal Prison Camp. Due to his extensive experience with creative writing, editing, and publishing, Bone Chalk is well-written, well-organized, and well worth the read.
            It’s a collection of essays in which every Nebraskan can see himself or herself. Not only could I relate to the essay about Reese’s time at a place called Skateworld, but I also related to his mention of red beer (I love the stuff!), round bales (my favorite Nebraska landscape is a field full of large, round bales, and I have many photos to prove that), minimum maintenance roads (if you grew up in the 80s, you partied on a few of those), auctions (my parents are addicted), ring-neck pheasants (so pretty, but sadly I hit one last year and caused 2,000 dollars’ worth of damage to my car), and so many other things. The book is a paean to what it means to be a Nebraskan, or even a Midwesterner.
            At one point, Reese writes about how his mother-in-law would pack a “bag of sliced ham on cocktail buns spread with butter and real mayonnaise” for any road trip. That really hit home for me because I remember my mother doing the same thing when we’d go on vacation. For one, money was tight, and for another, convenience stores were not the regular occurrence they are now. I suspect that many Nebraska adults can recall similar road trips with a container in the back of the station wagon filled with all the food a family could possibly need to eat while driving across the state.
            Reese’s antics as Willy the Wildcat are especially fun to read. He’d even attend parties dressed as the mascot! “Every Saturday night was trick or treat for Willy – I was on the prowl.” Naturally, as a young college student, Reese did some silly things, but he learned from them, and that’s the point. “I suppose looking back on it all now, it’s a bit comical. . . . By putting on my mask, I truly believed I was transforming into the character I always believed I should be.”
            There’s a lot of fun in Reese’s essays, but there’s also a lot of wisdom – wisdom gained from making mistakes, from witnessing the bad and the good in people, and simply from living in the Midwest. If you’re a proud Nebraskan, find a copy of Bone Chalk, and I guarantee you’ll find yourself in at least one of its essays.


No matter how you get through this crazy coronavirus time, I sincerely hope you use some of it in your own creative pursuits. I also hope you take some time to read Bone Chalk and "4 P.M. Count."


Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Read With Me! Some recent opinion pieces.




All the Gallant Men


            The One Book One Nebraska selection for 2020 is All the Gallant Men by Donald Stratton with Ken Gire. Stratton originally hailed from Red Cloud, Nebraska, and he was one of the survivors of the Pearl Harbor bombing of the U.S.S. Arizona. Until very recently, he was one of a handful of survivors still with us, but, sadly, Stratton passed away on February 15, 2020. I’m so grateful he took the time a few years ago to collaborate with Gire to share his story before it was too late.
            What a read! I couldn’t put it down.
            Nonfiction isn’t my go-to reading choice, and when I do happen to read a nonfiction book, it can be a bit of slog for me to get through it. So, when I say that I couldn’t put this book down, that means it was truly great – in fact, it was so great that it had me riveted to my seat the two days I spent reading it.
            During that time, I often got up to share a segment with my boyfriend because he has been to the memorial in Pearl Harbor. Finally, I simply told him that he’d have to read it when I was done with it because it was such a great read. He did, and, just as I had done while reading it, he shed some tears. When you read it, and I certainly hope you do read it, have a few tissues handy.
            Stratton shares his personal opinions about things that happened prior to the bombing and during the United States’ involvement in the war afterwards. I enjoyed the perspective of someone who was so intimately touched by so many aspects of World War II. He was severely burned in the bombing and had to convalesce for a long time; afterwards, he returned to Red Cloud as a civilian but soon re-enlisted and saw a lot of action at sea, including the Japan’s surrender.
            His life after the war was eventful and interesting, too, and he spent time working as a deep-sea diver in different capacities and in various locales. He also married and had a family, and he spent his retirement years living in Colorado. He wrote that his final resting spot will be back in Red Cloud and not in the U.S.S. Arizona where other survivors have opted to be interred after their deaths.
            The photos and the map of Pearl Harbor that are included in the book really helped me to visualize and better understand the strategic mistakes that led up to bombing. After years of hearing about what happened in Hawaii on that fateful day in 1941, I finally have a much better grasp of what transpired there and why. This book would make for an excellent teaching tool in history classes because it puts the reader right in the action, but it also humanizes everything and paints a very poignant portrait of loss and the impact that loss has on those left to mourn it.
            Read this book, and savor every little bit of it – the Prologue, the quotes that begin each chapter, the Writer’s Postscript, the photographs, the heart-wrenching journal entries of a sister who lost a brother on the ship, the transcripts of some military communications, the story itself, and so much more. This particular One Book One Nebraska selection is a book not just for this state but for the entire country.



The Edge of Sadness



With thirty-five of the Pulitzer Prize winners of fiction remaining for me to read, I’m getting closer to completing my goal of reading them all. I just finished reading the 1962 winner, The Edge of Sadness, by Edwin O’Connor. It was a pleasant read but also a bit of an undertaking for a few reasons.
First, this novel is 640 pages long, so it can’t be read easily in a short amount of time. Additionally, there are only twelve long chapters (chapter six is 109 pages!) within those 640 pages, and there is seldom a clear or logical stopping place, so putting the book down and coming back to it later makes for a disjointed reading experience. I have no beef with long books – in fact, I’m quite fond of them – however, I do have a problem with excessively long chapters that can’t be easily read in one sitting.
Secondly, O’Connor was very fond of ellipses at the end of paragraphs (there are three instances of them on pages 148-9 alone). The novel is narrated by Hugh Kennedy, a Catholic priest, who, in turn, is fond of using expressions of uncertainty like “I suppose,” “It wasn’t that I didn’t want to,” “I assumed,” and many others; so the overuse of ellipses throughout the story along with Kennedy’s equivocal approach to telling his story makes for a lackluster read at times. At other times, the story clips along a bit and . . . – hopefully you get the point (and the slight joke I just made).
Thirdly, there’s not much of a plot, per se. It’s simply about Kennedy reconnecting with the Carmody family for a few months. The Carmodys and he have a history. He was good friends with Helen, a woman he might have married if he hadn’t had the calling to become a priest, and with John, Helen’s brother who also became a priest. Their controlling father, Charlie, brings Kennedy back among his family for a very selfish reason. That and something unfortunate that happens to John are the only two dramatic plot points of the novel. 
Loyola Classics took this from its out-of-print obscurity and republished it in 2005. Loyola Press only prints books that relate to the Catholic faith. I’m not Catholic; however, I’ve long been intrigued by the monastic or even semi-monastic lifestyle, so I found it extremely interesting to get inside the head of a priest. Even though Kennedy hemmed and hawed a lot as he told his story, his voice was incredibly unique, authentic, and befitting of a priest. However, he’s also a human being with foibles and one pretty serious problem, so I really enjoyed seeing someone who is so often placed on a pedestal written in a relatable fashion. In fact, Kennedy himself says, “I don’t think many people know very much about priests . . . how priests live from day to day, how they fill in their idle hours.” I agree.
Despite the things I’ve mentioned that might keep some readers from attempting this novel, The Edge of Sadness won the Pulitzer because it’s well-written and contains some truly beautiful sentences with insights into human nature. It’s a great book for someone who likes to savor what she’s reading and who is patient. Ultimately, because I am both of those things, I enjoyed this book, but I would have a hard time recommending it to many others.



Preference of Person


            When it comes to reading books, serious readers have several preferences they employ --consciously or not -- when it comes to enjoying what they read. One of these involves the narrator of the book and whether that narration is told in first or third person.
            I recently discussed this topic with some young writers and then spent some time thinking about it myself. When reading a book, I don’t have a strong preference; I simply want the narration to be understandable. However, as a writer, I firmly sit on the third-person narration side.
            I perused all the Pulitzer winners of fiction to see where the award-winning authors tend to lie, and I found that just under one-third of the books have first-person narrators while a smidge over two-thirds contain third-person narration. I doubt the narration style had any strong bearing on whether each book won the prize, but it made for an interesting study on my part.
            There’s a popular trend for writers to use what’s called unreliable first-person narrators, and some of those books have done very well. A few of the recent bestsellers have been Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon, and The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. Many would argue that every first-person narrator is unreliable simply because that person can only tell the story from his or her perspective, so there is no way for the narrator to fully understand all that happens in the story – thus, he or she isn’t to be completely trusted. While this is true to a certain extent, some authors choose to make their first-person narrators particularly unreliable.
I’m not a huge fan of this type of narrator because I want to immerse myself in a story and believe what I’m being told. I think this is why I prefer to write using third-person narration; however, I don’t like to write from an omniscient perspective. I use what is called third-person limited, which means that the story is told only from one person’s perspective, but the author can essentially read that person’s thoughts and share them with the reader.
Third-person omniscient narration is enjoyable to read because it lets us in on everyone’s perspective, but if you want a little bit of mystery without the unreliability that often comes with first-person narration, then third-person limited is for you. Sometimes, writers will use third-person limited, but they will shift from character to character via chapters; this technique is often used with first-person narrators, too, where one chapter is told from one main character’s point of view while the next is from another’s.
I’d guess that many readers don’t really give a lot of conscious thought to whether they prefer first or third person when it comes to who’s narrating their favorite books as long as the stories are good and well-told. However, I believe that, if you occasionally take the time to notice the techniques the author used to create such a spell-binding tale, you can also appreciate the story for the piece of art it is.


             
Reading Resolution 2020



Here we are at the very beginning of the year 2020 with 366 reading days (it’s a leap year) stretched out before us. The only new year’s resolution I make centers around books, both the quantity and the quality of those I plan to read over the span of a year.
            In 2019, for the very first time since starting the yearly trend of aiming to read at least 50 books, I surpassed my goal and almost finished 60 books before the year ended yesterday. In fact, I had reached the magic number of 50 in October. Usually, I’m scrambling over Christmas break to read as much as possible in the hopes of meeting my goal.
            In the online book clubs I follow, I often see the merits of setting reading goals debated, and fellow readers seem firmly committed either to being reading goal setters (like me) or to being readers who don’t keep track at all of what they read. In fact, I’ve read a few rather rude comments directed toward people who set reading goals by those who don’t in which we goal setters have been ridiculed for apparently sucking the joy out of reading in our single-minded pursuit of reaching an arbitrary number of books.
            While I can understand (to a point) these comments, I’d like to argue the benefits of setting reading goals and, hopefully, reaching them. First, there is a simple joy that comes from making a goal and striving to attain it, no matter what that goal is. For readers, that goal could entail reading a certain number of books, reading all the books by a certain author or in a series, reading books across genres or centered solely on one type such as the classics, or it could even be to read more books than they managed to read the previous year.
            Second, if you set a reading goal, then you probably will track your reading. Ever since I began recording my books, I’ve paid better attention to the quality of reading I do. Additionally, I’ve caught myself more than once about to read a book I’d already read. I have nothing against rereading a book when it’s an intentional reread, but I don’t want to waste time rereading a book that wasn’t meaningful the first time through. Recently, I started a book and realized it seemed familiar, so I looked back through my reading log, and, sure enough, there were my less-than-stellar comments about the book five years ago. Naturally, I didn’t spend any more time on that book.
            A third benefit to setting reading goals is that it forces you to pay better attention to how you use (or waste) your time. I aim to read 50 books each year, so that’s only a book a week with two weeks of cushion time for longer novels or for those times of the year that just seem to get busier than others. Back when I didn’t set a reading goal, I often let those busy times consume me to the point that I neglected the one activity I most enjoy. Now, that goal is a daily reminder to set aside time every single day for reading, and since I began making a yearly reading goal, I haven’t missed a day, no matter how busy my life becomes.
            May 2020 be a great reading year for all of us!



Walden

            Like many people, I’ve long known of Henry David Thoreau and his famous stay at Walden Pond, but until recently, I only knew the most famous quotes from Walden – the ones that have made appearances in movies or been used in other pieces of writing. (“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation” is probably one of the best known and oft-used quotes.) Now, though, I’ve read the entire book, and the list of mind-changing quotes a person could take from it is overwhelming.
            Thoreau’s two major themes throughout the book revolve around simplifying one’s life and living a life of nonconformity. That second theme is one I’ve always been passionate about because its main focus is on thinking for yourself. I read this book with my junior English students, and they can tell you that I often harp at them to think for themselves, so this was the perfect thing for them to read to get them to try to think deeper than they normally do.
            I filled an entire notebook with direct quotes, thoughts I had while reading, information I looked up to better understand his allusions, words I didn’t know or remember well, and many other things. Walden hit upon many of the philosophical things I spend my own thinking time on, so I was in literary heaven while reading this book. Being that they are teenagers, my junior students were not as enthralled as I was; however, even many of them showed a definite interest in some of the passages.
            Naturally, my favorite chapter was the one entitled “Reading,” and I’d like to share some of my favorite quotes from this section as they are the most relevant to this column. Like me, Thoreau appreciated the classics and claimed that “ . . . the adventurous student will always study classics, in whatever language they may be written and however ancient they may be. For what are the classics but the noblest recorded thoughts of man?” I like that phrasing – “the noblest recorded thoughts.”
            He praised books as being worthy of one’s attention, but he cautioned that to be able to truly read well, a person must put forth the work to do so. “To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise . . .” “Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written.” This would entail learning and understanding the languages, the history, the cultures in which some of the great works of literature were written; so, most people, in actuality, do not truly read well even though they read a lot. Thoreau wrote: “The best books are not even read by those who are called good readers.”
            He realized the importance of words. “A written word is the choicest of relics.” “It is the work of art nearest to life itself.” Words come from our lips and our breath, so words are “carved out of the breath of life itself.”
            While I agreed with virtually everything he wrote in the chapter about reading, the quote I most loved was this: “Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.” I’d like to tell Thoreau, who died in Massachusetts in 1862, that a writer in Nebraska in 2019 read his book deliberately and appreciated it as one of the classics of American literature it has become.
             


A Gentleman in Moscow



            A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles is a book that a person should read and savor, preferably more than once. After hearing and reading very conflicting reviews about it – quite polarized opinions of either very strong love of the book or very strong dislike for it – I decided to check it out for myself.
So many of the reasons for disliking it seemed to be that the book was boring because it was just about some Russian guy who was stuck living in a hotel in Moscow for half his life. On top of that, apparently, the guy was really into literature, and the author used a lot of big words to write about this guy who didn’t go anywhere or really do anything. Frankly, it sounded like my kind of book.
            I absolutely love this novel! I haven’t had time to reread it yet, but I plan to.
            The Russian guy is Count Alexander Rostov, an aristocrat who is sentenced to house arrest for the remainder of his life in the Metropol Hotel in Moscow. While the hotel is a real place, the Count and his story are not; however, Towles makes the Count and the characters who inhabit the hotel seem so very real. The novel spans the years 1922-1954, and it interweaves a lot of Russian history throughout the story.
            As I read the book, I noticed that every chapter title contains only words that begin with the letter A. I thought that was interesting and probably meaningful, so when I was finished reading it, I visited the author’s website of amortowles.com to see if he had an explanation for doing this. Surprisingly, he did not. He simply mentioned that it somehow felt right to do that. While that wasn’t really the answer I’d hoped to find, I did find many interesting and useful things on his website.
            Towles has links to various interviews, including a 52-minute talk he gave about this novel in December 2017. In that presentation, he shares an exterior image, taken in 1905, of the actual Metropol hotel, which he says is about the “size of a city block with hundreds of rooms.” He claims that it not only was the best hotel in Moscow, but it was the best hotel in all of Russia. A person under house arrest could do much worse than to be condemned to such a place for the rest of his life.
            However, the Count, who had been accustomed to staying in the best rooms, found himself condemned to live out his days in a small room in the attic. He doesn’t let this keep him from continuing to live and act like a gentleman, and his impact upon the people who worked and stayed in the hotel became his legacy. A few people, including a young girl who he essentially adopts, benefit more from his distinguished influence.
            This novel is beautifully written, the Count is that delightful and intelligent uncle we all wish we had, and the hotel is the backdrop for a microcosm of the historical events that impacted all of Russia. It’s clear that Towles did his research for this novel, and he provides much additional information on his website.
            Even though many readers didn’t like this novel, it spent a long time on the bestseller list. After reading it myself, I am firmly planted on the side of those who loved the book.

by: Tammy Marshall