Liz,
I loved Cold Mountain. My favorite part was when the girl was so hungry and she didn't have a clue about cooking and then Ruby comes and breaks the chicken's neck and makes biscuits the size of cat's heads. That was a bit of imagery that I will never forget.
I am reading the continuation of Zippy the Girl from Mooreland Indiana. She Got Up Off the Couch by Haven Kimmel. We read Zippy a few years back and I am enjoying this book as well. The book is little ditties that happen to Zippy as she grows up and her Mother goes to college. It deals more deeply with the issue that were underlining her family dynamics, but in a way that really tickles my funny bone. I love a book that makes me laugh out loud and this one does. That is one chapter where her father has just bought a tape recorder and is recording everything being said in his mother's kitchen. He is trying to tell everyone about the tape recording, but there is too much other drama going on. It is really funny. I could see that happening in my house growing up.
I am sorry I missed book club last week. I hope ya'll had a good talk. I do check this site often, but wasn't sure if anyone would post. I was glad to see you did.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
First, I haven't seen the movie.
My sister-in-law loaned me her copy of this book and made me swear I would return it to her. She wrote her surname in blocky letters at the top of the title page. In case I forgot whose book it was, I guess. She was sharing something really special. Her copy is a paperback, worn and with distinct dog-ears on certain pages. I had to turn them up to read the words underneath, then carefully I folded them back into place.
She had given me the book as we were leaving, after our first visit to her year-old mountain cabin. Her husband named the little dell where it sat 'Black Cove' and the dog they adopted, which wandered onto the construction site and never left, was named Ruby. Inside the great room, a wall of windows with a door to a full deck overlooks a slice of a sweeping vista across a valley, mountains on each side and in the distance. When we were there, controlled brushfires were smoking on the far ridge. Above the window-wall, wood-burned and etched into the log above the sill, is a quote from the book, in 8-inch-high script letters. At the time, I thought it was lovely and unique, but since I didn't know the story I didn't understand the references. Now I know. My sister-in-law and her husband married later in life and had various journeys which brought them together. They plan to retire there.
I can understand why she likes the book. It's very descriptive of the North Carolina mountain region. The story develops slowly but eventually becomes a romance. I'm sure my brother-in-law enjoys the use of vocabulary in this novel. He's very amused by obscure words and this book has quite a few, since the author has tried to increase the reader's feeling of authenticity by including colloquial language from the Civil War period, the time the book takes place. Truly, I can say I've never before heard of a prothalamion.
Like many first novels, the story is told in third person past tense but the vivid detail presented from a tight main character point of view gives the reader the feel of a first person narrative memoir. As a result, the book is excellent at showing the effects of a region changed by war. The author collected real-life accounts of the period and has combined them into Inman's journey home and Ada's struggle to cope with her rustic life. These alternately intertwined separate stories create a depiction of a cross section of North Carolinians' virtues and vices exaggerated by a time of deprivation.
While reading, I felt that the book might have been better as a set of short stories. Inman's journey is so laden with events that the reader eventually deems it unlikely that all of this would be connected to one man. Even when another character is relating a story, so that the events didn't actually happen to Inman, after a number of these recitations, it seems impossible that one person would encounter so much. This was a distraction to me, which wouldn't have occured if the vignettes were presented as stories of their own. In the Odyssey, the stories themselves are symbolic in a way which these are not. As a result, Inman seems moved through his journey to get to the next opportunity for a collected tale. The book sometimes drags as the plot is soldiered on.
Similarly, the romance seems added to connect the stories. Ada's life provides a way to show the reader how a 19th century homesteader lived in the mountains. Frazier's encyclopedic knowledge of country ways is slowly reeled out in the story of how Ada learns farming from her companion, Ruby. Ruby's character is well defined and the motives of her actions are well explained. But Ada is more thinly drawn, seems indecisive, and we are never sure why she acts as she does, albeit that her background is revealed. Ada serves as the reason for Inman to continue his journey. By the end of the book, the two main characters don't really know each other and have rarely been able to correspond, so the connection seems rushed and unrealistic. The ending of the book hints at a transformation in Inman's character brought about by the effects of finding love. But the final twist of fate which closes the novel seems starkly opposite to the motivation the reader expects that a practical man such as Inman would have gained from the conclusion of travels. The ending fits a classic tragic romance perfectly - which made it feel contrived to me.
While the story left me dissatisfied at the ending, I'm glad I gained an earthy view of my adopted state during the most crucial period in its history. This is one of the few books set in the civil war south which avoids all political topics, especially the question of slavery, in favor of a rich panorama of sight, sound, smell of a place in time. When I returned the book to my sister-in-law by parcel post, I included an index card with my recipe for hash brown breakfast pie.
My sister-in-law loaned me her copy of this book and made me swear I would return it to her. She wrote her surname in blocky letters at the top of the title page. In case I forgot whose book it was, I guess. She was sharing something really special. Her copy is a paperback, worn and with distinct dog-ears on certain pages. I had to turn them up to read the words underneath, then carefully I folded them back into place.
She had given me the book as we were leaving, after our first visit to her year-old mountain cabin. Her husband named the little dell where it sat 'Black Cove' and the dog they adopted, which wandered onto the construction site and never left, was named Ruby. Inside the great room, a wall of windows with a door to a full deck overlooks a slice of a sweeping vista across a valley, mountains on each side and in the distance. When we were there, controlled brushfires were smoking on the far ridge. Above the window-wall, wood-burned and etched into the log above the sill, is a quote from the book, in 8-inch-high script letters. At the time, I thought it was lovely and unique, but since I didn't know the story I didn't understand the references. Now I know. My sister-in-law and her husband married later in life and had various journeys which brought them together. They plan to retire there.
I can understand why she likes the book. It's very descriptive of the North Carolina mountain region. The story develops slowly but eventually becomes a romance. I'm sure my brother-in-law enjoys the use of vocabulary in this novel. He's very amused by obscure words and this book has quite a few, since the author has tried to increase the reader's feeling of authenticity by including colloquial language from the Civil War period, the time the book takes place. Truly, I can say I've never before heard of a prothalamion.
Like many first novels, the story is told in third person past tense but the vivid detail presented from a tight main character point of view gives the reader the feel of a first person narrative memoir. As a result, the book is excellent at showing the effects of a region changed by war. The author collected real-life accounts of the period and has combined them into Inman's journey home and Ada's struggle to cope with her rustic life. These alternately intertwined separate stories create a depiction of a cross section of North Carolinians' virtues and vices exaggerated by a time of deprivation.
While reading, I felt that the book might have been better as a set of short stories. Inman's journey is so laden with events that the reader eventually deems it unlikely that all of this would be connected to one man. Even when another character is relating a story, so that the events didn't actually happen to Inman, after a number of these recitations, it seems impossible that one person would encounter so much. This was a distraction to me, which wouldn't have occured if the vignettes were presented as stories of their own. In the Odyssey, the stories themselves are symbolic in a way which these are not. As a result, Inman seems moved through his journey to get to the next opportunity for a collected tale. The book sometimes drags as the plot is soldiered on.
Similarly, the romance seems added to connect the stories. Ada's life provides a way to show the reader how a 19th century homesteader lived in the mountains. Frazier's encyclopedic knowledge of country ways is slowly reeled out in the story of how Ada learns farming from her companion, Ruby. Ruby's character is well defined and the motives of her actions are well explained. But Ada is more thinly drawn, seems indecisive, and we are never sure why she acts as she does, albeit that her background is revealed. Ada serves as the reason for Inman to continue his journey. By the end of the book, the two main characters don't really know each other and have rarely been able to correspond, so the connection seems rushed and unrealistic. The ending of the book hints at a transformation in Inman's character brought about by the effects of finding love. But the final twist of fate which closes the novel seems starkly opposite to the motivation the reader expects that a practical man such as Inman would have gained from the conclusion of travels. The ending fits a classic tragic romance perfectly - which made it feel contrived to me.
While the story left me dissatisfied at the ending, I'm glad I gained an earthy view of my adopted state during the most crucial period in its history. This is one of the few books set in the civil war south which avoids all political topics, especially the question of slavery, in favor of a rich panorama of sight, sound, smell of a place in time. When I returned the book to my sister-in-law by parcel post, I included an index card with my recipe for hash brown breakfast pie.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Hello Ladies
Ok...I am giving this a test try to see if it works. Liz thanks for setting up this great site. I love the family blog my family uses. It is so exciting to look at the list of books read. My husband, Harvey, and I are reading the biography of Robert Frost right now aloud to John. It is a facinating story and well written by Jean Gould. I really enjoy reading as a family activity. I am reading "Milk Glass Moon", third in a series of books by Adriana Trigiani. She also wrote "Big Stone Gap" and "Big Cherry Holler." They are easy reads with a very light mountain storyline. For some reason I relate to the main character, so I enjoy the books. Can't wait to hear what everyone else is up to. Hope everyone is having a nice start to the school year.
Kathleen
Kathleen
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Welcome to NC Bookettes!
To start us off, I'll show where we've been. The list includes what we've read or done so far in group meetings. Take a look to check that I've not left anything out. Email me any corrections - and please include suggestions for our links at the side of the page, picture, or group descriptions. I've set up the blog so anyone can comment (these will be reviewed before being accepted, to screen out advertising etc.), Bookettes can post main entries, and I'm not sure who has edit authority to the settings and templates. I do, but I'd like to expand that to anyone who'd like to help me maintain the site - not sure if that's possible, we'll see!
Welcome to our reading room!
Welcome to our reading room!
| Title | Author |
|---|---|
| Girl With A Pearl Earring | Tracy Chevalier |
| The Dive from Clausen's Pier | Ann Packer |
| The Human Stain | Philip Roth |
| Bee Season | Myla Goldberg |
| Lovely Bones | Alice Sebold |
| Blind Assassin | Margaret Atwood |
| The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay | Michael Chabon |
| The Group | Mary McCarthy |
| The God of Small Things | Arundhati Roy |
| Mrs. Dalloway | Virginia Woolf |
| A Girl Named Skippy | Haven Kimmel |
| Founding Brothers | Joseph J. Ellis |
| My Dream of You | Nuala O'Faolain |
| The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency | Alexander McCall Smith |
| The Lady and the Unicorn | Tracy Chevalier |
| Life of Pi | Yann Martel |
| Man in the Gray Flannel Suit | Sloan Wilson |
| The Kitchen Boy | Robert Alexander |
| Open Secrets - short stories | Alice Munro |
| Blood Meridian | Cormac McCarthy |
| Absalom, Absalom | William Faulkner |
| Crossing to Safety | Wallace Stegner |
| Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress | Dai Sijie |
| Of the Farm | John Updike |
| Short Stories | John Cheever |
| The Corrections | Jonathan Franzen |
| The Actual | Saul Bellow |
| The Piano Tuner | Daniel Mason |
| Tortilla Curtain | TC Boyle |
| Kite Runner | Khaled Hosseini |
| Little Black Book of Stories | AS Byatt |
| Cloud Atlas | David Mitchell |
| Disgrace | J.M. Coetzee |
| Wolf Whistle | Louis Nordan |
| Bring 2 favorite poems to discuss | n/a |
| Seasoned in the South | Bill Smith |
| 100 Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Marquez |
| The Bookseller of Kabul | Asne Seierstad |
| Waiting | Ha Jin |
| Long and Happy Life | Reynolds Price |
| The Bluest Eye | Toni Morrison |
| Lolita | Vladimir Nabokov |
| Remains of the Day | Kazuo Ishiguro |
| Caravans | James Mitchener |
| Emma | Jane Austen |
| Old Filth | Jane Gardam |
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