Rated The Little Prince 10/10
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Rated Pages from the Textbook of Alternate History 6/10
I think I would have gotten more out of this book had I been familiar with all of the historical figures discussed. However, if one is a history nerd who enjoys thinking about <i>What might have been</i>, then I’d recommend this odd, short-ish book. True to its name, there are even textbook-like questions at the end of each chapter. Despite this not being entirely for me, I’m still glad I gave it a look.<br><br>(Review also appears at <a href="http://persephonemagazine.com/2015/05/the-delight-in-reading-lists-and-challenges-20-suggestions/">Persephone Magazine</a>.)
Wants to read Out of the Vinyl Deeps: On Rock Music
Rated Out of True 8/10
Despite a tendency to try and tie too neat of a bow on some of the poems' endings, I really enjoyed this collection about a life knocked off-kilter by love.<br><br>(My full review appears on <a href="http://glorifiedloveletters.blogspot.com/2012/10/out-of-true-poems-by-amy-durant.html">Glorified Love Letters</a>.)
Rated Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 6/10
Rated Bernice Summerfield: Road Trip 8/10
Very much enjoyed this. Looking forward to the final installment in this particular trilogy of stories.
Wants to read Over Tumbled Graves
Rated Pretend We're Dead: The Rise, Fall, and Resurrection of Women in Rock in the ’90s 7/10
<div>While I didn't always agree with Pearson's analysis of the sociological trends surrounding the turn of the millennium, I did appreciate hearing from the musicians themselves. <br><br>I am a similar age to Pearson, so I too grew up listening to these women, and I agree with her argument that allowing alternative women to go "mainstream" (however that looks in the moment it happens) is what allows the kids who are a little too young for a scene, or the teenagers who live geographically outside of one, to discover music and artists they otherwise might have missed. I was the teen with a Rolling Stone subscription and cutout-covered bedroom walls! I watched 120 minutes every week! This is how I got into Hole, Garage, Tracy Bonham, and many of the other musicians interviewed in this book. Times have of course changed, but this is a look at how it was then.<br><br>However, sometimes Pearson slips into generalizations about music she doesn't personally find as appealing, and that's where I found myself disagreeing. I appreciate that she acknowledges what she wasn't as into, and how that informs her scope of the book. You can't NOT mention things like Lilith Fair, Riot Grrrl, and what music transitioned into after the Telecommunications Act of 1996, and she touches on them briefly. I disagree that there were no political rock bands to be found in popular music in the post-9/11 era, but I do agree that the landscape had VASTLY changed. <br><br>Mostly though, the book does give one a lot to think about, if you haven't already, and if you have, then it provides a chance to have the information all laid out and an opportunity to re-clarify.<br><br>I don't recommend the audiobook though. I didn't care for the narration (done by three people who are not the author). There were a bunch of little things, both identifiable and more ephemeral, that rubbed me the wrong way. For instance, if you are going to narrate a whole book about music, PLEASE make sure you are pronouncing Reading Festival correctly. Also, knowing that Liz Phair's speaking voice sounded more like one narrator, but was read by another with a much different voice, was a little amusing. </div>
Rated Refuse to Be Done: How to Write and Rewrite a Novel in Three Drafts 10/10
<div>YES, this. Read this if you write. Pair it with Craft In The Real World by Matthew Salesses, and you'll actually believe you know how to properly Write The Damn Thing without it feeling like an insurmountable, mysterious task. All of it is laid out in such a practical way that makes so much sense. Bell's suggestions are just that, suggestions — take what applies, be honest with yourself, leave the rest — but I found most everything useful in order to get the best possible writing done. And even if you've considered some of these methods before, it's so helpful to have it so concisely articulated. I'll be referring back to it often.</div>
Rated Rumpus Women Volume I: Personal Essays By Women 8/10
I started reading The Rumpus around a year ago, after a friend recommended it. Founded by Stephen Elliott, managed by Isaac Fitzgerald, and featuring guest spots from great writers like Steve Almond, Jami Attenburg, Roxane Gay, and Rick Moody, I quickly became a fan. With all the literary site hoopla regarding gender parity in writing, The Rumpus offers plenty of great content from women without making a giant deal about it — these women write for the site because they are talented, and they also have something to say.<br><br>With their book club — members pay $25 a month to receive a book a month before its publication — they attempt to keep things fairly even, gender-wise. For November 2010, they encountered some trouble in finding a new book that met their requirements, and so an idea was born: “We’d been searching for an edgy, honest, and literary book — the kind of writing that women contribute to TheRumpus.net week after week. What we sought was what we published daily. We could publish our own book, a compilation of women’s writing.” In six weeks, they had their material. The result is indeed an honest and literary collection of personal essays, and while some are more affecting than others, it’s a wonderful book. <br><br>Already the most well known portion is the correspondence between Elissa Bassist and the advice columnist Sugar. Sugar, for those of you not already familiar, is <i>magic</i>. She has a way of getting to the heart of serious matters in way that’s neither patronizing nor dismissive. Normally the questions come from people who wish to remain anonymous, but Elissa wanted her personal struggles with writing and depression to be broadcast:<br><br><blockquote>How do I reach the page when I can’t lift my face off the bed? How does one go on, Sugar, when you realize you might not have it in you? How does a woman get up and be the writer she wishes she’d be?</blockquote><br><br><br>Sugar’s answer, in part, became a rallying theme for the entire site: <i>Write like a motherfucker.</i><br><br><blockquote>Writing is hard for every last one of us—straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.<br><br>You need to do the same, dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug. That you’re so bound up about writing tells me that writing is what you’re here to do. And when people are here to do that they almost always tell us something we need to hear. I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.<br><br>So write, Elissa Bassist. Not like a girl. Not like a boy. Write like a motherfucker.</blockquote><br><br><br>I’m fairly certain there is a large chunk of the Rumpus-reading population who ask themselves on a regular basis, “What would Sugar say?” I know I have.<br><br>Elsewhere in Rumpus Women, we hear from Antonia Crane and her perspective on sex work. Her essay on moving from an unsatisfying Los Angeles strip club to a locals joint in New Orleans is upstanding:<br><br><blockquote>I’m relieved to see the range of body types and the signature dead gaze girls toss my direction while floating on plastic heels. They’re not all Vegased out. They’re real girls with stretch marks and round hips and crooked smiles, and their garters hold stacks of green. They’re making money. Maybe I can too.</blockquote><br><br><br>I don’t have any strong opinions on stripping and other sex work, except to say that it works out fine for some people, and for others, it’s a poor means of escape. I can’t judge in a widespread way, just like I can’t assume all accountants are boring nerds. Everyone has their reasons, and Crane illuminates hers well.<br><br>On the flipside of Crane’s perspective, Cheryl Strayed’s essay deals with considering a job as an escort in Portland. She ultimately decides that it is not for her, and that her other jobs “essentially left me the person that I was and wanted to be:” she says, “the sort who neither allowed her body to be a commodity, nor believed that any woman should.” It is just as easy to understand Strayed’s reasons as it is Crane’s.<br><br>Several of the essays deal with religion, like Gabrielle Calvovoressi discussing the Sabbath and Junior Middleweight Miguel Cotto, or Diane Spechler’s “Conversions,” in which she cheats on her boyfriend with an aspiring Judiasm-convert, a man who also gets her addicted to cocaine. That essay flows straight into Michelle Myung-Ok Lee’s “Losing My Relgion.” In it, she describes the erosion of her Christian faith after having a severely disabled child. To call it “moving” does not do it justice:<br><br><blockquote>I am confident I can know my own truth without someone else approving it. Because of my son, my writing, and the divine spirit of the universe, I am no longer sitting at a distance to my own life — scared, angry, wondering why I am being punished. I can live <i>into</i> life. That is grace and that is God, once lost and now found.</blockquote><br><br><br>Rumpus Women has stories of cancer, of sex, of pregnancy and of familial loss. Writers like Michelle Tea are honest about their drug use and bad relationship decisions. All people are flawed in their own way, and these writers are no different. To judge as though we are above judgement would only feed into the perpetual build-up/tear-down cycle in which we often indulge.<br><br>Near the end of the book, Michelle Orange touches on that cycle in her essay, “How to Have a Beautiful Corpse: Death and Dying in the Famous Age.” She talks about her childhood obsessions with James Dean, John Lennon and Michael Jackson, and the way the modern media reacts to a celebrity death. There are many great points she makes, too numerous to quote here, but perhaps it all comes down to this:<br><br><blockquote>We have now reached the culmination of this quandary, a destruction accelerated by the celebrity pileup that is the information superhighway. There are no controls on the culture as there are on the individual, and unregulated the primary impulse to adore and emulate can corrupt a society with a programming as vaguely but voraciously attuned to the concept of “success” as ours.</blockquote><br><br><br>Exhibit A, circa early-to-mid-2000s: “That’s hot.”<br>Exhibit B, circa, oh, now: “Winning.”<br><br>Overall, Rumpus Women covers a wide selection of women, while still managing to flow from topic to topic. Seeing as the women did not have any subject or length requirements when asked to write for the book, it makes the end result seem all the more fortuitous. I look forward to reading Volume 2, whenever it shall exist, and would certainly recommend this book to anyone, regardless of gender.<br><br>(This review originally appeared on <a href="http://glorifiedloveletters.blogspot.com/2011/03/rumpus-women-volume-i-edited-by-julie.html">Glorified Love Letters</a>.)
Wants to read My Name Is Asher Lev
Wants to read Red Rising
Rated Singing for Dummies 6/10
Reviewed The Secret Life of Groceries
<a href="https://smus.com/books/the-secret-life-of-groceries">Full review on smus.com</a>
Wants to read Tortilla Flat
Rated Professor Professor Bernice Summerfield and the Masquerade of Death 7/10
<div>Sort of the spiritual successor to <em>Oh No It Isn't!</em></div>
Rated Shuggie Bain 10/10
Outstanding. Truly. One of my favorite books I've read in a long while. There's so much said here about loneliness and empathy and difficulty. Glad I finally read it.
Wants to read Paper Girls, Volume 1