Friday, September 30, 2005

Prep

Catty alert: reading Curtis Sittenfeld's fictionalized boarding school expose (damn html: how do I make accents?) has kindled in me my inner teenage queen bee bitch. Sure, I can identify with her alter ego, the awkward scholarship recipient Lee Fiora, but it's really more fun to be one of the members of the "in" crowd.

But really Curtis, just because you have an unusual name for a female, and just because the rich do occasionally have some crazy names (Apple? Paris and her former fiance Paris? Blanket?!?) doesn't mean that
all rich people have crazy names. I'm only through Lee's freshman year, and have already met Aspeth, Little, Gates (female), and Cross. Really?!

On a serious note, I think Sittenfeld has interesting things to say about the high school experience and particularly about class matters. And as another Stanford alum, I think we both saw how wealth bubbled under the surface. She has a great line about how
"there were different kinds of rich... There was normal rich, dignified rich, which you didn't talk about, and then there was extreme, comical, unsubtle rich - like having your dorm room professionally decorated, or riding a limousine into Boston to meet your mother - and that was permissible to discuss."
It was like an observation that I always knew but had never quite gotten around to making. This, rather than the satirical commentaries on boarding school life, are what have made this book strong thus far. I hope that as the novel continues I get more of the good stuff and less of the ridiculous...

(Also, regarding heroines named Lee: I have a hard time disassociating this Lee with Maggie Gyllenhaal's wonderful Lee in Secretary. I loved the movie - the short story it was based on proved to be a big disappointment.)

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

"Reading Homer in Kabul"

The above is the after-the-jump title for an excerpt of Nelofer Pazira's memoir A Bed of Red Flowers: In Search of My Afghanistan printed in the LA Times over the weekend. It's not fair, really, but her love letter to her father's library does recall Azar Nafisi's blockbuster of a few years back. Anyway, it's a beautiful elegy.
The smuggler insists we cannot take even a piece of paper with us, let alone books. Even if we could take a couple, which ones would I choose? I think of Mohammad Hajozee's essay that describes a young woman in a flower shop sorting and separating flowers for two bouquets, one for a wedding, the other for a funeral, having to decide which will end up in the hands of a bride and which will lie over the dark soil of a grave. I understand this. Perhaps it will be easier not to take any at all.

A far cry from the ordinary...

Finally, a book to review! I just finished Muriel Spark's A Far Cry from Kensington, a 75 cent find at a library book sale. If I've read Spark before, it was in a high school English textbook, which is barely reading at all, often enough, so it was a joy to discover her.

The narrator reminisces from several decades remove on her time in 1950s London as a young war widow living in a boardinghouse and working in a series of odd publishing jobs. She's a fascinatingly strong character, but not overt about her strength. No nonsense without being stern. And she relates her history and her community of coworkers and fellow boarders warmly, matter-of-factly, and sympathetically all at once. I almost felt as though I, the reader, were like a granddaughter, or rather a young researcher seeking an oral history.

None of what I've written really explains why I (punning on the title) decided to stress how unique this novel struck me as being. Maybe it's Spark's voice - that oral history quality. Even more so, she doesn't force feelings or reactions on you, allowing you to take it in however you so choose. It's cerebral, a bit, but not demanding. In that way perhaps a bit like the main character herself. If the rest of Spark's work is of the same vein, I will have found myself a new author.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

In case you've been wondering...

... life events have gotten away from me, and taking away from both reading and blogging time. But I hope to have more time for both as we transition from late summer into fall. But I have been reading a little.

Earlier this month, our book club discussed Tobias Wolff's Old School, a fictionalized memoir of life at a tony boarding school in the 60s. The whims of teenage star crushes are illuminated in loving detail, and Wolff notes the class tensions simmering below the surface for a scholarship boy. Plus great sendups of Robert Frost, Ayn Rand, and Ernest Hemingway. A read that manages to be fun and light as well as thoughtful.

Right now, I'm working slowly through another short read, this one by Muriel Spark. More on that as I move closer to finishing...

Google is the new Microsoft

Maybe not that new, actually, but I've been out of it. My recent absence attests to that. But the Google backlash has maybe begun? This week, the lamely titled "Current" section of the LA Times takes on the latest class action suit against Google... by a group of authors no less.

Xeni Jardin, BoingBoing editor and apparent gadfly is "Current's" blog correspondent, reporting in about online trends for the sad folks still reading the dead medium of newsprint. So clearly, you'd expect her to have a technophilic perspective. And she does skewer the Authors Guild and other writers for claiming that Google's attempt to create"the world's most ginormous digital card catalog" will irrevocably damage the meaning of the copyright. Google is copying with commercial intent (as it will sell ads on its search pages) and authors who do not want to be included have the burden of opting out.

But as Jardin notes, Google makes things (websites, and eventually books) easier to find, and "any product that is more easily found online can be more easily sold." Another great quote, from an anonymous author who spoke to Jardin, "fear of obscurity, not digital indexing, is what keeps most authors awake at night."

I for one think it's awesome that Google is compiling this amazing source of knowledge. It's like the Alexandria library or something. And I admit to a little bit of school pride in knowing my alma mater is among the chosen sites (of course, it's also the alma mater of the Google founders too, so not that surprising). I have benefitted from the openness of libraries - both the LA Public Library's exchange program that sends the equivalent of a branch library through its system every day, matching book with reader across the city; and from the DC college consortium, which allowed me to check out books not available at Georgetown, but in plentiful supply at Catholic University or George Mason. Continuing the trend of making books more accessible to readers should be every author's goal.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

New books for fall

The LA Times provided its seasonal preview of upcoming books, noting the return of some favorite authors. Since the link won't last forever, here are some of the books I am looking forward to:
  • Joan Didion's memoir of losing her husband and almost losing her daughter, The Year of Magical Thinking
  • Salman Rushdie' s Shalimar the Clown (I need to read more of his work in general)
  • Barbara Ehrenreich has another undercover expose of working America, this time as a white-collar worker
  • Simon Winchester (he of The Professor and the Madman on the making of the OED, an awesome nerd book) has a "geologic and cultural history of the quake that changed the face of California, giving rise to many of the myths by which we define ourselves."
  • And Margaret Cho and Zadie Smith also have new books, taking on culture in America in different ways
Should be yet another busy season for reading. As it should be...

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Madras on Rainy Days

Samina Ali's first novel, and I'm curious to know how autobiographical it is. Like her protagonist, Layla, Ali grew up in both India and the US - and she has a lot to say about how living in two worlds can mean you belong in neither.

This is in many ways a crushing novel. Ali is harsh on her characters, and particuarly unforgiving of the way that they allow tradition and religion to dictate their actions even at the cost of hurting loved ones. Layla suffered a lonely childhood, dedicated to easing her mother's troubles; at age 20, all she wants is to belong, to have a home - badly enough to acquiesce to an arranged marriage. Everyone has secrets that threaten societal rules - particularly both Layla and her husband-to-be - and efforts to keep these secrets cause a great deal of (unnecessary, to my areligious and Western mind) pain.

And yet Ali is lush in her description of India, despite the misogyny and terrible religious strife (Layla's family is Muslim, but tensions with Hindus play a significant role). Layla strongly considers staying, making her home and becoming fully Indian.

In the end,
Madras on Rainy Days is an indictment of the clash of old and new, tradition and modernity, East and West. Each threatens the other, and yet, with a couple days remove, I would like to sense that there is some hope of reconciling the two in a way that preserves the best aspects of both.

***Re: New Orleans. I know that many of the few of you who read this blog don't have much to spare, but I urge you to give whatever you can to the relief effort. Good thoughts, prayers, blood, cash, time, whatever. The Red Cross is a good place to start, but so is the Louisiana SPCA - trying to save abandoned pets and hopefully reunite them with their owners - and Planned Parenthood has lost all the clinics in the affected area and are raising money to provide services and rebuild. Habitat for Humanity hopes to begin building homes for those left homeless by the end of the month. I'm reminded of Rudy Guiliani in the aftermath of 9/11 saying that the devastation will be worse than anything "we can possibly imagine".... But we can make that so much better.

Monday, September 05, 2005

More Wisdom...

I guess I'm kind of over this book, because I can't think of anything else interesting to write about it. I think I waited too long after finishing it to get back online. Anyway, you should all read Rahul's comment to the previous post. He makes a lot of good comments about how crowds get hijacked - something I wish Surowiecki did a better job explaining how to avoid.

Nonetheless, here are a couple more comments/recaps that I missed last time around:
*The "four conditions that characterize wise crowds" are: diversity of opinion, independence, decentralization, and aggregation (p 10). When these are missing, you end up with stock bubbles, sheep-like crowds okaying a war in Iraq, etc.
*Football teams should practically always go for it on 4th down instead of punting. Coaches don't make that call b/c of both tradition and aversion to risk. (Also a factor, I think, Monday-morning quarterbacks)
*Surowiecki notes that the sciences are more collaborative than the humanities. It's an intriguing point, and I think would certainly disturb many of my former colleagues and professors. But his main evidence is the fact that many papers in the sciences have tons of co-authors and there's an emphasis on getting information out. I think the humanities collaborate in a different way - certainly I think that the concept of a "crowd" of scholars eventually reaching a wise conclusion isn't as prevalent.

I guess that's about it. I reiterate my earlier point about how much I like Surowiecki. He's a great writer. Two things I take away from the book: 1 - keep reading his columns in the
New Yorker and anywhere I can find them; and 2 (the real one) - aim to pose the unpopular opinion from time to time instead of going along with the group. Value debate over consensus - at least sometimes - and get as diverse a group as possible to maximize the group's ability to make a wise decision. All obvious, but it's easy to forget them.