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Meredy's 2019 reading journal

The Green Dragon

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Edited: Jan 1, 3:32pm Top

This is a continuation of my 2018 reading journal, which didn't have enough entries in it to generate an automatic connection.

2019 will be better, I hope.

Edited: May 17, 12:59am Top

Welcome to my ongoing reading record, and thank you for your interest. This is my eighth year of logging my reading history on LibraryThing. I wish I had kept a reading journal all my life.

Writing about what I read is part of my reading experience, thanks in no small part to Mr. Hofferty, the high school English teacher who taught me to think about literature and discuss it intelligently (in essays composed with unity, coherence, and emphasis, expressed with depth and precision)--and always substantiate, substantiate, substantiate.

If he didn't think much of what you wrote, he would scrawl "Junk" on it in blunt, bold pencil, right over your worthless words.

If he liked it--ah, praise. Rare and precious.

A full and heartfelt tribute to Mr. Hofferty is below.

John Hofferty, 1964

There are no spoilers in my reviews.

Solid star (★) = 1 star. Open star (☆) = ½ star. Post references are links. Reviews are posted on the works pages as well as in this thread.

Current fast-track read(s):

The Power of Myth, by Joseph Campbell, with Bill Moyers

Lud-in-the-Mist, by Hope Mirrlies


Becoming, by Michelle Obama (Crown, 2018), 428 pages; 1/27/2019 (★★★★)


Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (Morrow, 2007), 400 pages; read-aloud reread; 2/6/2019 (★★★). Review: post 43.
Poems of the Late T'ang, by A. C. Graham (trans.) (NY Review, 1965/1977), 173 pages; 2/7/2019 (★★★★)
Words at the Threshold: What We Say as We're Nearing Death, by Lisa Smartt (New World Library, 2017), 179 pages + index = 196; 2/17/2019 (★★★). Review: post 41.


The Chequer Board, by Nevil Shute (Morrow, 1947), 380 pages; 3/3/2019 (★★★☆).
A Brief History of Japan: Samurai, Shogun and Zen: The Extraordinary Story of the Land of the Rising Sun, by Jonathan Clements (2017), 307 pages; 3/18/2019 (★★★★). Review: post 49.
Peyton Place, by Grace Metalious (1956; Northeastern University Press, 1999), 372 pages; 3/24/2019 (★★★). Review: post 51.


Something Like an Autobiography, by Akira Kurosawa, trans. Audie Bock (1983), 205 pages; 4/10/2019 (★★★★).
The True Believer: Thoughts on the Nature of Mass Movements, by Erich Hoffer (1951/2010), 168 pages + backmatter; read-aloud; 4/17/2019 (★★★★).


F*ck Feelings: One Shrink's Practical Advice for Managing All Life's Impossible Problems, by Michael I. Bennett, M.D., and Sarah Bennett (Simon & Schuster, 2015), 348 pages + backmatter = 371; 5/11/2019 (★★★★☆). Review: post 80.

Edited: Jan 1, 2:57pm Top

Six words mark post number 3.

Jan 1, 4:38pm Top

>3 Meredy: I look forward to the return of your six word reviews.

Jan 1, 5:10pm Top

So happy to see you here, and Happy New Year!

Jan 1, 10:08pm Top

Happy new year!

Jan 2, 5:51am Top

Happy new year! I'm looking forward to following your reading again in 2019.

Jan 2, 7:15am Top

Happy new year. I'll be following along!

Jan 2, 8:47am Top

Happy New Year! May 2019 be a great year in life and reading (are they separate - probably not!). Looks like you're starting with two interesting ones - I shall be watching to see how things go and whether you're off to a great start in terms of book bullets as well.

Jan 2, 9:07am Top

A peaceful New Year to you. May 2019 be full of joy and laughter.

Jan 2, 9:35am Top

Nice to see you here once again!

Jan 3, 9:53am Top

Happy New Year! Mr. Hofferty has blessed us all with his excellent teaching through your reviews and summations of the works you read.

Jan 3, 3:45pm Top

>12 MrsLee:

Absolutely agree!

Jan 4, 4:06am Top

>12 MrsLee: Me three!

Edited: Jan 4, 4:10pm Top

John Steven Hofferty (10/16/1908-11/28/1991)

I had Mr. Hofferty for English in tenth grade at North Quincy High School. He terrified people. He was tough and brilliant, with fiercely intelligent blue eyes and a feline way of stalking about the room. He tolerated no distractions and pounced like a tiger on anyone who dared to whisper. I loved him.

A veteran of World War II, he taught grammar as if he were teaching warcraft and weaponry, as if our lives depended on being able to recite correlatives in pairs, recognize when "because of" and not "due to" was the correct construction, and conjugate verbs in the subjunctive.

He taught writing as if it were the key to college admission, if not to life, and for some of us it was. Even the students who hated and feared him came eventually to see that their admissions to Harvard, MIT, Brown, Tufts, Smith, and other select schools owed no small debt to the teachings in room 205. I won a full scholarship to college on the strength of an essay.

Often we would come into the classroom and find a single line written on the blackboard. That was our challenge. We would sit down silently and start writing. We were to explicate the thought, citing two or more examples from literature to back it up, and reach a conclusion that was not simply a rehash of the beginning.

He would pace among our desks, urging us on with emphatic little sprays of spit, declaring that he wanted to see pools of mental sweat around our chairs. Later he would read excerpts from the worst essays, shredding them aloud, exposing the trite and weak with his merciless condemnations. Then he would give a showcase reading of the best, lauding its virtues. Few things in my life have equaled the glow of pride I felt when an essay of mine was chosen for the honor.

Every day of my working life in my career as an editor, I used something Mr. Hofferty taught me.

In eleventh grade, English department head Miss Leavitt taught my division. At the end of that year, she retired--and Mr. Hofferty was appointed head. The others in my division groaned, but I was ecstatic. We had him again in twelfth grade. That crucial second year with him cemented my grasp of his lessons. If I had become a teacher, he'd have been my role model. Although I don't believe I would ever have achieved his command of written English or interpretation of literature, I had a star to reach for.

If there are any teachers like that any more, I don't know where they are. Unless they had teachers like that, people who actually knew where to put the comma and when to use "like" versus "as" and could explain the reason, I don't know how there could be. How would they transmit love of something they don't love themselves?

Mr. Hofferty and I corresponded for years after I graduated. He retired and moved to Florida, and we would exchange notes at Christmas. I'm glad to say that I told him, once, how much his teaching had meant to me. I hope there are still teachers in the world who can inspire students and change lives by what they bring to the classroom. We should build great monuments to them. Instead of marble I humbly submit this tribute.

Jan 4, 1:31pm Top

We need more Mr. Hoffertys!

Jan 4, 1:35pm Top

>15 Meredy: Thank you for posting that. A fine tribute to a man who was clearly a brilliant teacher.

Jan 4, 2:26pm Top

>15 Meredy: Wow! What a great tribute!

Jan 4, 2:35pm Top

>15 Meredy: That was lovely. Thanks for sharing.

Jan 4, 5:54pm Top

>15 Meredy: What a fabulous tribute to a teacher! I love hearing from students I've had and know that I made a positive impact on them! I know he was grateful for the relationship he had with you.

Jan 4, 6:53pm Top

>15 Meredy:
That is wonderful. I am jealous. During my first year at grammar school I had a reasonable English teacher but my years after that were marred by two teachers who loved themselves rather than the subject and they inspired no thought or understanding. Things had to be learned by rote to be regurgitated in exams, but they were a total waste of space; pompous, self opinionated wasters. I wish I had had Mr. Hofferty for English.

Jan 4, 8:03pm Top

>15 Meredy: That's a wonderful tribute! I had two inspirational English teachers: Mr. Crerar in grade 9 and Professor Coggins in my first year of university. It's great to have some teachers who we can still remember so clearly many decades later, for all the right reasons.

Jan 5, 1:56am Top

Thank you. I ought to have written that a long time ago.

Jan 5, 5:46am Top

>15 Meredy: Just to echo what others have said: that is a beautiful tribute. I'm really glad that you were able to keep in touch with him and let him know how he inspired too. Too often we never get the chance.

Jan 6, 12:05am Top

>15 Meredy: - Loved it. You were lucky to have him as a teacher, and it sounds like he was lucky to have you as a student.

Jan 6, 10:41am Top

>15 Meredy:. Thank you for sharing that. The only way I would ever want to relive my highschool years, is if I could take the appreciation I have now for learning back with me. We had a science teacher and a couple of others who were doing their best to impart knowledge, but I was an idiot who only itched to be free of them.

Edited: Jan 28, 11:26am Top

Michelle Obama's book Becoming took me nearly the whole month; I deliberately began it on January 1st. My pace has slowed down lately because of a change in domestic rhythms. I wanted a decent book to begin my year's list, after starting my record thoughtlessly one year and then having to look at a really stupid selection at the top of it for the next 12 months.

I'll have some comments on her excellent (4-star excellent) memoir shortly. For now, I do want to recommend it as a worthwhile read.

Edited: Jan 28, 11:58am Top

>27 Meredy:
I bought that for my wife at Christmas but I am tempted to read it myself. Your praise for a book is always a good recommendation.

ETA: Great to see you here.

Jan 28, 7:34pm Top

>15 Meredy: Excellent. I was a math whiz (love questions with correct answers!), but I wonder if I'd have learned to love to read and write earlier if I had had an English teacher like Mr. Hofferty.

>27 Meredy: >28 pgmcc: Like Peter, I purchased Becoming as a Christmas gift for my wife, and I'm waiting for her to read it so I can too.

Jan 28, 8:29pm Top

Psst, >28 pgmcc: >29 Jim53: Great. I hope you do. My husband got it for me because I put it at the top of my Christmas wish list. I hesitated because I was afraid it might be kind of girl-talk-oriented (or whatever they call it now). I apologize, Michelle. I should have known better. It's from a woman's point of view, all right, because she's a woman, but it isn't meant "for" women.

Jan 29, 8:54am Top

>30 Meredy: You reassure me. I have hesitated over picking up Becoming because I worried that it might be too much of a shallow-and-short Big Name memoir, published because the Name will ensure sales rather than being due to the work's intrinsic value. I take it that's I need not be particularly concerned about that aspect?

Jan 29, 3:11pm Top

>31 jillmwo: One of the strongest running themes of Becoming is family. Michelle's own family of origin was a great source of strength and stability to her, and she tried to give the same to her daughters, even through the pressure of political campaigns and then living in a house where no family member could even step onto a balcony for a breath of air without alerting security teams in advance. Protecting her family's normality (which she consistently expresses as "normalcy") was a huge challenge, as was trying to sustain her own identity, interests, and career orientation through someone else's all-consuming commitment. How she accomplishes this is a matter of much more attention in the book than any self-congratulatory ego trips.

Michelle recognizes her own abilities and achievements, but this comes across as vanquishing self-doubt with well-earned confidence and not as boasting.

At one point she says flatly of the presidency: "He wanted it and I didn't." (page 223)

No, I shouldn't say "all-consuming," because one thing she stresses is that Barack is wholly into whatever he's into, so when he's with the family, he's really there. I'll bet there are millions of spouses and children who wish they could say the same of a partner in their lives.

I can't wave aside your concerns, but I had them too (and after I saw an excerpt talking about their attempts to conceive by in vitro fertilization, I said I really don't want to know this about the Obamas). In the end I realized that I expected much more than that of our former First Lady, even though I didn't know very much about her, and so I went ahead. In reading the book, I was not disappointed

Jan 30, 9:13am Top

One of our gruff, old, male, conservative customers came in and was reading Becoming in our waiting room a couple of weeks ago. I asked him what he thought, and he said his son had given it to him and he was enjoying it very much. So apparently, it appeals even to some who might not otherwise be attracted to the story. That sold me more than anything, and although I don't have the book at the moment, I would like to read it one day.

Edited: Jan 30, 8:36pm Top

>33 MrsLee: Interesting, especially that he got it from his son (there's a story there). I am a gruff old female liberal, and I very much enjoyed reading John McCain's book.

I understand the desire of a lot of people to read and see subjects and characters who are like them, but I generally prefer to read about people who are not like me so I can find out what it's like. The similarities can be comforting and maybe also validating, but it's the differences that make for the most interesting reading. I like reading things that teach me something.

Jan 30, 10:07pm Top

Mar 14, 9:21pm Top

Opium Fiend: A 21st Century Slave to a 19th Century Addiction, by Steven Martin (2012)

Six-word review: Tragic and fascinating; definitely worth reading.

I don't know what I expected when I downloaded this as a Kindle book after reading Colin Falconer's entertaining novel Opium, but I think the word "fiend" made me anticipate something darkly humorous, as if the idea were inherently an exaggeration. It wasn't.

Instead what I found was a penetrating, moving, and terrifying personal history that I feel at a loss to describe. My first posted review was inadequate. I bought a hardcover copy and read it, and then I tried but failed to review it again. Maybe I will make another attempt when I've read it a third time.


Mar 14, 10:16pm Top

>36 Meredy:
I have missed your six-word reviews.

Mar 14, 10:42pm Top

Thanks. I have missed them too. (6)

Mar 18, 5:32am Top

>36 Meredy: This sounds very good. You may have hit me with a book bullet there.

Mar 19, 12:59pm Top

>39 Sakerfalcon: I would love to know your thoughts on it. This was unlike anything else I've ever read, including Thomas de Quincey.

Edited: Mar 25, 6:22pm Top

Words at the Threshold: What We Say as We're Nearing Death, by Lisa Smartt (2017): 3 stars

Six-word review: Objectively comforting despite promoting irrational beliefs.

Extended review:

I've told my sons that no matter what I die of, I don't want my obituary to use the word "battle."

As for exit lines, I think it would be most fitting if mine were simply "Now what?" That, of course, would reflect my prior experience as much as the one I was about to have. I don't happen to believe that there is anything coming next, but if it turns out that there is, I can understand the desire to report back.

Personally, I envision death as nothing more than a decomposition into our elemental components and a passing of breath into the air. It's our fear that gives it larger meaning.

The premise of this book is that something is to be learned from the last words of ordinary people as they approach their moment of death. The author has collected a quantity of final utterances heard at the bedsides of the dying by relatives, friends, and caregivers. She groups them according to certain commonalities and then analyzes the linguistic patterns and themes she identifies in them. Her idea is that people's attempts to express in words the experience of transition out of life point to a dimension beyond life that has a reality of its own--and that in their various modes of speech they are talking about the same dimension.

If that experience is in any way reflected in people's parting words, death is for many not a defeat, much less a terrifying confrontation with annihilation. Rather, it sounds more like a passage through an altered mental state that bystanders may conceive as a trip in the hallucinogenic sense--otherworldly, ecstatic, and inexpressible. Our vocabulary is not equal to it, and hence the often enigmatic speech of those on the verge of departure. It is not a battle fought and lost but an entry into another and seemingly more glorious form of existence.

It is this latter notion, that in death we are not being extinguished but actually going someplace else, and that last words offer a glimpse of that other realm, that moves this book out of the sphere of language study and into the sphere of belief. The author takes her time about transitioning from a quasi-scientific view to a mystical one, but by about the midpoint of the book she is sounding less analytic and more credulous, even citing psychics and mediums as authorities. For example, she quotes (page 119) a psychic by the name of Saavedra: "'When I do remote viewings or psychic readings, I am trying to get all the information embedded in the fabric of the universe. There is so much that we do not perceive with our senses, but does that mean it does not exist?'" Smartt's unquestioning acceptance of this view becomes a premise for explorations that lie still further from any objectively verifiable observations.

The author goes on to affirm the conclusions of a psychic medium named Stillman (pp. 128-129): "He believes, as I do, that the realm of the unseen is a world of symbols and metaphors--just as we often see in the language of the dying." By this point we're straying well away from anything that is evidence-based, so it is hardly surprising that we move on to messages sent from the dead to the living by various mystical and synchronistic means, such as mysterious doorbell ringings and anomalous light blinkings.

Assertions without evidence may be of interest as idea-starters, but to me they haven't much value as a source of knowledge. In my opinion, "speculative" is about the kindest term that can be applied to the parts of the text that go beyond straightforward factual recording of the last words of the dying and their linguistic characteristics. Examination of their subjective import is an act of imagination, not science.

And even if there were a logical basis for the author's interpretations of the samples she has collected, it's worth noting that they come from only one category of mortal departures. There is nothing here about people who don't get to die in a warm, quiet room with loved ones close at hand; nothing about people who die suddenly, disastrously, by accident or violence or natural catastrophe or slow torture, or by their own act. Are they going to the same place or a different one? Do their parting words, if any, offer glimpses of the same transformative experience or something a bit less appealing? The book does not consider such questions. It is at least arguable that the generalities noted among deaths that occur between clean white sheets do not extend to the nasty, ugly deaths that befall some of us.

So, rather early on, I concluded that I was reading something more fanciful and mystifying than rigorously fact-bound and analytic. If nothing else, the author's stunningly inept assertions about grammar (she defines prepositions as "those small words that represent where we are in space" [page 87]) call into question the reliability of her attention to accuracy.

Nevertheless, I read on out of curiosity, although with mounting skepticism. The notes in my reading journal grow more and more scornful as we progress; e.g., at page 143, "Now we're really into woo-woo territory."

And yet I must confess that my predominant impression at the end was this: Despite the heavy load of BS, Words at the Threshold is oddly comforting in the simple fact that (if faithfully recorded) the utterances of those on the brink of death seem to convey, by and large, a not unpleasant experience. It's not a battle lost but a possibly graceful (and gracious) transition. That's an appealing shore to land on, even if we had to wade through some goop to get there.

Mar 25, 7:35pm Top

I've told my sons that no matter what I die of, I don't want my obituary to use the word "battle.". Hear, hear. On the one hand, I don't know if I'd be brave enough to read that particular title. There would be much eye-rolling and gnashing of teeth. On the other hand, it's not something that gets discussed -- that is, the last words of the dying. I wonder sometimes what some of my friends will be saying (or have already said) in that context.

Mar 25, 11:11pm Top

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (2007): 3 stars

Six-word review: Not as funny the second time.

My husband and I tackled this book for our weekly read-aloud session, not once but twice. Somehow it seemed much longer this time than it did ten or more years ago. Maybe four months just feels like a bigger chunk of life than it did then. I must say that I remembered so little from the first time that it almost seemed like a new book.

Parts of it were entertaining enough, and the sly musings on good and evil and their reciprocal dependence contributed a little depth along with the levity. There is a line of Sgt. Shadwell, the witch-finding Scot, that will probably never fail to amuse me. But on the whole it is immensely self-indulgent on the part of the authors, who make no attempt to conceal their glee in their own inventive cleverness and each other's, to the point of going overboard with intemperate frequency.

I readily acknowledge that reading aloud skews the common experience of reading a book, not least because it is significantly slower than silent reading. But we have gone lightly through 800-page novels without feeling that they were burdensome. In this instance, twice two hundred pages strike me as twice too many.

Mar 26, 4:30am Top

>41 Meredy: The restriction of the sample to those who have died a peaceful, and presumably pain-medicated, death seems to me a wilful omission.

Some available sources:
1. Soldiers are often affected by, and record in their memoirs, the last words of dying comrades;

2. victims of torture often have their interrogations recorded in detail. A search through the archives of fallen dictatorships should provide enough transcripts for an informative (although immensely harrowing) read;

3. victims of natural disaster are harder to sample, given their survivors are usually too busy running, but the journals of mountaineers might be a suitable source;

4. the last words of those sentenced to death by the State are a matter of public record - and of particular interest here, since they represent a section of the community most likely to be going to a "different place" (if there is one).

Mar 26, 2:05pm Top

>44 -pilgrim-: Thanks. I wasn't seeking this information myself, but the author should have been. The point was that she generalizes about the experience of death--and hypothesizes an actual soul- or spirit-resident place (my phrase) on the other side of it--without taking into account any but the peaceful, lovingly attended deaths in bed. She does not even acknowledge the fact that her research is confined to this category, yet because of the common themes she sees, she thinks she can infer from this what the realm on the other side is like for all.

I was captivated by the notion of applying linguistic analysis to an extraordinary set of utterances, thinking mainly that it would conclude something revealing about language. I was not expecting it to make a case for a life beyond.

Edited: Mar 27, 1:17pm Top

>45 Meredy: I didn't mean to sound as if I was lecturing you - I was simply agreeing with you!

I was tempted by parts of your description, from an anthropological perspective. I think the author's basic idea is valid, in that the words of those at the point of death could tell us something about the nature of human religious experience, but to bias her sample in the manner you described, completely invalidates her methodology (as does her selection of "authorities " on the subject).

Sometimes authors use biased samples unconsciously, because they only use easily obtainable data. But the relevant information IS accessible, so I presume the author's bias was deliberate.

To find a book with a preconceived agenda, when you are expecting an analysis of the topic, is always infuriating. I appreciated your warning.

Mar 27, 11:05am Top

>41 Meredy: I admire your restraint, Meredy. I think I might have thrown it across the room. I have a writer friend who is in her last days (pancreatic cancer). She was able to finish her last story last week, before she grew too weak, so maybe I'm feeling a little tender on the subject of last words.

Mar 27, 11:52am Top

>46 -pilgrim-: Thanks. I did think you were suggesting that I should do more research, when this isn't my subject. It would be interesting if the author expanded her collection as you propose.

I agree with the author's notion that those final words, if they're not random, tell us something; but I think she's mistaken about what. She clearly acknowledges her personal motivation in the dying words of her father, which she quotes again and again. I think the spiritual bias must have been present beforehand, and I believe her selection of samples and interpretation fell nicely into line with that bias.

>47 Marissa_Doyle: I did feel vexed when I realized where this was going, but my upbringing gave me a pretty effective filter for speculative content, so I extracted some interesting information from it without getting caught up in the metaphysics of it.

Your friend accomplished something meaningful in her last days. That's an admirable achievement. I'm sorry you have to say good-bye.

I think about death a lot, and have for a long time; every day, in fact. I did appreciate the frankness of this book on a subject that we naturally tend to veer away from.

Edited: Mar 27, 11:25pm Top

A Brief History of Japan: Samurai, Shogun and Zen: The Extraordinary Story of the Land of the Rising Sun, by Jonathan Clements (2017): 4 stars

Six-word review: Japan sure has lots of history.

It seems to me that being Japanese must be complicated in a way that I can only dimly imagine.

Even though I never set out to study Japan, I find that my reading over the years has included a disproportionate number of Japan-related titles, from the novels of Haruki Murakami to Donald Richie's analyses of the films of Kurosawa, most of which I've seen; from Tanizaki's quiet meditation on shadows to a hefty tome on Japan's recovery from World War II; from Mr. Nakano's thrift shop to the imperial palace. I've given a thoughtful viewing to the films of Ozu and examined photos of samurai artifacts and traditional Japanese hairstyles. On a separate track, I've studied Zen Buddhism.

The more I read, the less I feel that I comprehend.

I thought that reading a broad-scoped history of Japan, packing fifteen or more centuries into a compact 300 pages, would give me a sense of context and place some events of lore and legend in relation to events of record. And perhaps it would have, if I had read it straight through and sustained the connections from one era to another. Unfortunately, this was the Kindle book I chose to read in waiting rooms and during down time on volunteer shifts, and so for me it was seven months from beginning to end.

I didn't manage to sustain much at all, apart from the experience of having it go on and on and on, which is pretty much what Japanese history has done. But I did gain a sense of vast complexity: of recorded deeds interwoven with myth, of tradition, of numerous strands of culture and ethnicity braided into one, of geographic smallness and military might, of privilege and poverty, humility and insuperable pride. Politics and poetry blend with cherished archetypes and deep symbolism; much is not as it seems. A reverence for delicate beauty abides with bloodthirsty ferocity. Zen and samurai, samurai and zen. I am only guessing. I know nothing.

Between the time before World War II and the emperor's surrender on August 15, 1945, the world changed.

If this book has not greatly enlarged my understanding, the book is not at fault. There is too much to know. I progress by mere inches.

Mar 28, 9:03am Top

>45 Meredy: "I was captivated by the notion of applying linguistic analysis to an extraordinary set of utterances, thinking mainly that it would conclude something revealing about language.

Now that would interest me. And I would have been very frustrated at the turn the author took.

Apr 7, 6:22pm Top

Peyton Place, by Grace Metalious (1956): 3 stars

Six-word review (1): Ah, for a more innocent time.
Six-word review (2): Okay, let's get this over with.

The novel Peyton Place created a sensation when it first appeared in 1956. I had an extremely sheltered religious upbringing in the 1950s and 1960s, and it was barely whispered about in that setting, but even I was aware of it.

The 1957 movie was likewise verboten (or perhaps even more so, because all movies were verboten, whereas books came in a wide range of flavors and degrees of waywardness). From my present vantage point, and knowing some things about my parents that I didn't know then, I'd guess they probably read it secretly and maybe even saw the movie; for which their good colleagues would have briskly commended them to hellfire. But I never read it, never saw it, never even saw a single episode of the TV series that ran from 1964 to 1969 and made Mia Farrow a star. I had no interest and wasn't even curious; naughtiness for its own sake didn't appeal to me. I took it for cheap trash, the novel equivalent of "true romance" magazines, and left it alone.

(I made an important distinction between sheer naughtiness and principled rebellion, which was known territory to me, whether it meant long hair, bare feet, and musical protests or simply testing whether M&Ms would melt in my hand.)

So now, here, in January of 2019, Peyton Place turned up in the neighborhood Little Free Library box when I was dropping off a Murakami novel, and I thought, "Why not?"

This edition is a 1999 reissue, by Northeastern University Press, no less, with a cover tag "Fiction/Popular Culture" and an introduction that labels it "America's first blockbuster." There's a certain wry amusement in conjecturing that this might be assigned reading in some college course. I guess I'm not numb yet, even after decades of hearing Bob Dylan tunes transmogrified into elevator music.

And now I've read it.

Truthfully, it was a bit of a slog. I had to push myself to wade on through the dozens of characters, whose amplified backgrounds and omniscient-author internal monologues made me think they were going to be important characters. They commanded my sympathy, but in the end they just stood there with nothing to do, no more than a tree that just stands and waits for the seasons to change. The schoolteacher, for instance. I also waited for some dramatic moments that never came--that felt as if they were part of a suspenseful buildup (would Allison meet her father in New York?) but that just slipped away unrealized. It was more like a dense collection of character vignettes giving a fly's compound-eye view of the spectacle. I was about 150 pages in, about 40 percent, before something happened, and even at that it seemed pretty tame by 21st-century standards.

And after all that, the ending seemed abrupt.

There were a few semi-pithy passages and vivid lines, particularly those depicting a small-town New England way of life of bygone days that is still halfway familiar to me, just by osmosis, even though I grew up in a suburb close to Boston. I don't think I've heard anyone use "ride" as a transitive verb in this manner since I was a little girl: "You'd better let me ride you home." We used to say to one another, "Will you ride me on your bike?" The phrase hit my inner ear somewhere close to the place where I store the fragrance of burning leaves in autumn.

So I read it and read it for a while, and eventually I came to the end of it. And that's the kind of book it was, for me.

More than anything else, I'd say it made me nostalgic for a time when this would have been shocking--heaven knows it isn't now--and also for a touch of that New England quirkiness and odd little habits of speech that once seasoned my youth.

I did pick up a few lines for my reading journal, and here's one of them. Allison is sure she knows how Ted would have behaved if he had really loved Selena, and Tom says: "There is such a thing as love not meeting a test, but that does not mean that it was not a kind of love to begin with." More insights like this and less overt courting of the "scandalous" label would have made it more of a novel.

Apr 7, 7:20pm Top

Nice. I think if I read it I'd have a similar experience as you. Thanks for taking one for the team.

Apr 7, 7:49pm Top

>52 Bookmarque: Thank you. Intentionally firing blanks on this one. If anyone gets hit, you'll know it was self-inflicted.

Apr 8, 9:08am Top

>51 Meredy: That's similar to the feeling I had when I read Gone with the Wind, or when I finally saw the movie, The Birds, which my mother vigilantly protected me from, but neglected to protect me from the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz.

Apr 8, 11:04am Top

>43 Meredy: - I've read Good Omens several times and while it is frequently too over-the-top for me, I don't find it more so, on further re-reads. I agree with your line that the authors "make no attempt to conceal their glee in their own inventive cleverness and each other's, to the point of going overboard with intemperate frequency." I do wonder how much of it is appreciated by non-UK audiences as much of the setting is so very english in tone.

I'm very much looking forward to the much trailed TV adaption released soon.

Apr 8, 11:45am Top

>43 Meredy: & >55 reading_fox:
I have only read Good Omens once and found it very amusing. This would have been some time in the 1990s. My wife had bought it for me as a Christmas present.

One thing I read subsequently was Terry Pratchett's comment when asked about the collaboration: he said he never wanted to collaborate on a book again. History has demonstrated that he did subsequently collaborate, but it struck me that there was something about the collaboration on "Good Omens" that did not sit well with him.

Apr 8, 1:03pm Top

>56 pgmcc: I read his The Long Earth series collaboration and wasn't impressed--it felt more like "idea by Terry Pratchett handed over to Stephen Baxter to actually write." Mr. Baxter should probably be getting top billing on the covers...

Apr 8, 7:58pm Top

>57 Marissa_Doyle: I actually have that Long Earth series on my list to read soon, probably in another 5-6 books. I’ve had this on my schedule more than once in previous years and taken it off because I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy it. I don’t know why since I really don’t know anything about it, but it sounds like I may have reason for skepticism. I’m determined to not push it off again this year, though. Worst case, if I don’t like the first book well enough, I can free up the remaining 1500 pages’ worth of precious space on my schedule.

I had mixed feelings about Good Omens. I did enjoy most of the humor, but I went into it prepared for that silly, wink-at-the-reader humor. The story and the characters didn't always hold my attention very well, though.

Apr 8, 9:10pm Top

>58 YouKneeK: I kind of wished I'd stopped after the first book, but it's an interesting premise and I was hoping something would happen in books 2 and 3. Not much did. Pratchett and Baxter don't really mix, voice-wise and how they look at story.

Apr 9, 3:13am Top

>55 reading_fox: I love Good Omens and am so looking forward to the TV adaption (soon!)

The only problem is I will need to sign a subscription for Amazon Prime, which is very much a marginal service in Sweden... and I already pay for three other content providers, including Netflix.

(One of the others we'd be able to cut if it wasn't for dear OH's Emmerdale Farm addiction... )

Apr 9, 4:49am Top

>60 Busifer: for dear OH's Emmerdale Farm addiction... )

You intrigue me. It's been just Emmerdale here for years now. Is Sweden running that far behind, or is your OH watching reruns?

Apr 9, 11:16am Top

>61 -pilgrim-: It's just Emmerdale, as far as I know, now when you say it. I don't watch it myself. At all. Husband has followed it since forever. It goes by "Hem till gården" here, literally "Back to the farm", which is the name it got back in the 70's.
Apparently it's on season 33, here.

Edited: Apr 9, 11:41am Top

>61 -pilgrim-: & >60 Busifer:

There was an old radio soap called "The Archers" that was on around 6pm. When my wife and I were married one of our neighbours would tell people that we stayed up late to listen to the Archers before going to bed. :-)

Apr 9, 1:44pm Top

>63 pgmcc: "The Archers" are still going strong on BBC4.

Apr 9, 1:45pm Top

>54 MrsLee: And I got utterly absorbed in Gone with the Wind when I encountered it at about age 14 and raced right through it, and I was never frightened by the winged monkeys, maybe because I'd read the book first (but that moment in the movie when the witch turns right toward you and cackles so wickedly--heartstop!)--but I was a gasping wreck watching The Birds on a little TV, alone at night, even with the relief of commercial breaks.

Apr 9, 1:59pm Top

>64 hfglen: I must sit up late and listen to it.

Apr 9, 3:04pm Top

>66 pgmcc: For a given value of "Late". It now goes out at 2 pm.

Apr 9, 5:27pm Top

>67 hfglen:
Wow, Hugh. That is really late.

Apr 12, 12:02pm Top

I'm taking a class in mythology and folklore at a local community college. This is a subject I've read in all my life, beginning with Bulfinch when I was about 8, after hearing my mother tell me her favorite myths and stories in her own oral tradition for as far back as I can remember.

The field is so vast that there's no danger of exhausting it. In recent years I've twice watched the fascinating miniseries The Power of Myth, wherein Bill Moyers interviews Joseph Campbell. Now I'm reading an edited and published transcription of it in searchable Kindle form just as a supplement to the course readings.

Doing class assignments keeps the part of my brain awake that doesn't get much stimulation these days. I'm always in input mode with respect to subjects of interest (and what subject isn't interesting?), but apart from LT I don't normally spend much time writing or voicing responses with reasoned analysis.

It doesn't bother me to be the oldest student in the class. I learn something from the youngsters' comments, which come from a vastly different place from my own. The class is so-called distance learning, taught and taken online, so people post their reading responses and then comment on others' posts. I get to see what four dozen young people think of ancient tales with big, eternal themes, and it's more heartening than otherwise.

Apr 12, 12:23pm Top

>69 Meredy: That sounds fantastic. I am sure you will get some interesting and possibly surprising interpretations of myths from your classmates.

Edited: Apr 12, 4:40pm Top

>69 Meredy: I’m glad you’re having a good experience with the distance learning! I’ve taken several distance learning courses in my adult years and I love the format, although in my case most of the students were also adults.

I’ve never enjoyed sitting through lectures. I do better when I can process all the course materials in a written format, taking short breaks as needed so I can return to the material with more energy. The writing assignments helped me think through the material on a deeper level, and also helped me get my thoughts in order so that I could understand and retain the information better. I learned a lot about my learning style through that process that I wish I had known when I was younger. I also felt more like I was being given a real chance to demonstrate that I understood the material versus regurgitating memorized facts for a test.

Apr 13, 8:13pm Top

>69 Meredy: That sounds like a fun course. Is it general world mythology or is there a specific area of focus?

Apr 14, 1:42am Top

>72 Narilka: It's from all over. And it's caused me to pull out and gather up my books on the subject, all those I could find (I know there are more somewhere). My library has little in the way of subject-matter groupings, so this is probably a good thing, although the downside is that somehow I'm going to have to open up some contiguous space to put them away. And you know how it is with books, I'm sure: the spaces I took them from have already closed up.

>71 YouKneeK: Thanks. This is my third distance learning course. It's surprising how readily I've taken to them, even though I'm comfortable with the traditional lecture and reading format and I'm never really going to be at home with computers. The fact that everyone is required to post reading responses and then comment on those of others broadens the exposure to other students' thinking beyond what's possible in a classroom discussion.

As with the other courses I've taken at this community college in the ten years since I retired, it's the structured reading and the discipline of analytical writing that make it stimulating for me, even if the content itself isn't new.

>70 pgmcc: Yes, I think that will be true. On the other hand, it does always bother me to be reminded that many people seem to believe Walt Disney was the author of stories such as "Snow White" and "Cinderella." I hope exposure to older versions of those tales will be enlightening for these young people.

My copy of Into the Woods came today, and I think it will fit right into this exploration.

Apr 14, 2:22am Top

>73 Meredy:
I think Into the Woods will be perfect for it. I hope you enjoy it.

Edited: Apr 23, 2:54pm Top

Yesterday I met a friend for dinner in a popular retail center that we hadn't been to in a number of years. I'd almost forgotten my way around the place, and a lot had changed, so I parked pretty far from the restaurant. My walk took me down a little side path--and glory be! There was a new bookstore!

It's actually a new (less than a year old) branch of a small independent chain that bills itself as the oldest independent bookstore in the West:


It looks like a real bookstore, with lots of actual books. And people were in there buying them.

I was a few minutes early, so naturally I went in. And came out with a book.

In the face of Amazon and the demise of so many booksellers, I felt it was my duty and privilege to support this young scion of a venerable family. I earnestly hope they survive.

Apr 23, 4:13pm Top

>75 Meredy:
As soon as I read, "in a popular retail center that we hadn't been to in a number of years" I sensed this was going to lead to a bookstore. I am proud of you!

Apr 24, 10:37am Top

>75 Meredy: How wonderful! I'm so glad you did your duty and supported this worthy enterprise.

Apr 24, 11:11am Top

>75 Meredy: Yes, well done indeed!

Apr 24, 11:36am Top

Thanks. There used to be a very large Barnes & Noble in that complex, busy at all hours, with a little attached cafe and enough floor space that a local writers' group could hold open mics there once a week. When that closed, I thought books were pretty much done for across the board, there'd been so many local closings over the decade.

Of course I always preferred the independents, but some bookstore is better than no bookstore. This gives me hope.

Edited: May 17, 1:53pm Top

F*ck Feelings: One Shrink's Practical Advice for Managing All Life's Impossible Problems, by Michael I. Bennett, M.D., and Sarah Bennett (2015): 4 1/2 stars

Six-word review: Worth keeping an open mind for.

I'm not much of a reader in the self-help genre, but I had to read this one because it's the one I bought in post #75 (above). Its brightly expressive cover

just rang my chimes, given the mood I was in that night (and, to tell you the truth, I have been in a lot of the time lately). I flipped it open and saw a page with these lead-ins to bulleted lists:
Here's what you wish for and can't have:
Here's what you can aim for and actually achieve:
Here's how you can do it:
This struck me as eminently-- indeed, blindingly--simple and straightforward and essentially sold me.

What I didn't realize at first glance was that this was the template for the whole book. Chapter by chapter, topic by topic, the author sets up each so-called impossible problem with general remarks and anecdotal examples, and then come those bulleted lists. Not much in the way of denial or delusion is apt to stand up against them; they are exceptionally BS-resistant and seemingly reality-tested. In forty years of clinical practice, the principal author, a Harvard-educated psychiatrist, has probably heard just about everything and dealt out treatments to hundreds of patients. Now here we have his diagnoses and prescriptions, voiced with wisdom and humor, in hardcover, for the cost of approximately ten minutes with a mental health professional in private practice.

I've spent a lot of time thinking about the classic Serenity Prayer (which, although used by twelve-step programs, was not original with them), and so I took note of this remark in the chapter called "Fuck Serenity":
Remember that the actual Serenity Prayer, which is central to twelve-step methodology, isn't a prayer to end stress and anger, but for the clarity and humility to deal with whatever life inevitably throws at you. (page 143)
In reflecting on this, I realized that without saying it in so many words, Dr. Bennett has written a book that essentially spells out the application of the Serenity Prayer to life situations of all kinds. Exposing our wishful thinking and magical beliefs for what they are, his template makes a firm distinction between what we can change and what we cannot, and then points to the all-important how.

There's probably no one so unfortunate and miserable as to need all the guidance in this book, but I, for one, found none of it useless or boring. I was too busy noticing the many ways it does apply to me, appreciating the reminders to be proud of the good efforts I do make instead of flogging myself for the failures, and wondering how to hold Dr. Bennett's good counsel in mind as I venture on into the fray.

I wouldn't recommend this book to everybody, only to those who have impossible problems.

And yes, his language is a little bit startling, but he has a reason for it. If you're attracted to this book for its content, don't let the cover get in your way.

(Edited to replace image. I don't know why images keep dropping out of my posts lately.)

May 17, 4:40am Top

>80 Meredy: OK, I have been hit by that one.

Edited: May 17, 9:32am Top

>80 Meredy: Your post reminded me of something I saw on-line recently. It was entitled, "What your drink says about you." It listed three drinks and their meaning.

Gin & tonic: "You couldn't possibly do that."

Wine: "Why would anyone be bothered doing that?"

Tequila: "Did you really just do that?"

May 17, 9:31am Top

>80 Meredy: "I wouldn't recommend this book to everybody, only to those who have impossible problems."

I'm not sure that phrase doesn't describe everybody at some point in their life. :)

Edited: May 17, 2:11pm Top

>81 pgmcc: Always gratifying to hit your target. I liked the humor, too. Even the index is funny.

>83 MrsLee: Exactly.

Inexplicable breakup, incompetent boss, impairing illness, realizing you're being a jerk, knowing you need help and not wanting to go, knowing he needs helps and refuses to go, worrying about a loved one's addiction . . . things like this are snakes that creep into even the jolliest gardens. Dr. Bennett calls a snake a snake, tells you frankly that you can't banish it with a magic wand, and then explains in plain language how to wrangle it or just get it to leave quietly.

P.S. Note that the title says managing, not solving. That's the key: learning how to live with things we can't fix, while fixing the things we can.

May 17, 2:34pm Top

>80 Meredy: Book bullet.

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