Beginning ~ with a funeral

In the Name of Sorrow and Hope ~ by Noa Ben Artzi-Pelossof, 1996, memoir

A king, three presidents, an acting prime minister, the Secretary-General of the United Nations . . . one after the other, they walked slowly to the podium.  They spoke solemnly, admiringly, about Yitzhak Rabin, the peacemaker, the politician.  Their words floated by me.  My mind, still numb with shock, was elsewhere.  I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand.  I folded it and unfolded it.  I tried to see the words I had written on it, but I could only see Grandpa's face.  Do it well, I kept telling myself.  Noa, show him that you are strong.

Suddenly my name was called out.  I could no longer pretend it was a nightmare.  My sadness was real.  I rose, quite unaware that the entire world was watching me.  I thought my legs might give way, but they did not.  I walked to the podium and stood there alone.  To my left, only yards away, lay Grandpa, also alone.

I've had this book on my shelves for several years.  With the current clashes between Israel and Palestine militants, this seems to be a timely book for me to read.  Here's an overview of the book.

When Noa Ben Artzi-Pelossof spoke at the funeral of her grandfather Yitzhak Rabin, she touched the world's heart.  She does so again, in this deeply moving memoir and plea for peace.  A stirring voice from yet another Israeli generation living in turmoil and in danger, Noa, at age nineteen, reflects on her life to date:  a childhood scarred by tragedy and rescued by her family's love; a constant fear — fed by random bombings — for the lives of relatives and friends; the chaotic impact of war — Lebanon, the Intifada, the Gulf war; the hate from outside, and now from within, Israel.  Noa talks of her grandfather's assassin and the extremists who nourished his violence.  She shares her precious memories of her grandfather, with whom she lived until the age of six and to whom she remained close to for the rest of his life.  She offers insights into his transformation from soldier to leader to peacemaker, his courageous determination to change the course of the Middle East conflict, and the steps he took in search of a lasting peace for future generations of Israelis.  Noa speaks to him, and to the world.

It seems not much has changed in the Middle East since Yitzhak Rabin's assassination in 1995 in Tel Aviv, Israel.

Gilion at Rose City Reader hosts Book Beginnings on Fridays.  Click here for today's Mister Linky.

Beginning ~ with beauty

Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life ~ by George Eliot, 1872, fiction (England)

"Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress."

The version of this novel that I have in hand is 838 pages long, and it has another 15 pages of footnotes.  It's a heavy tome, in other words!  Why, oh why, would I embark on such a thick book?  Because the library in University City, my suburb of St. Louis, is discussing it this summer.  They started before I got here — or at least before I got settled in and learned about their book club.

George Eliot is the pen name of Mary Ann Evans, who published the sections of this novel in 86 short chapters and a Finale over a two-year period.  I have no idea why these were collected into eight "books" within this heavy volume.

Book I ~ Chapters 1-12
Book II ~ Chapters 13-22
Book III ~ Chapters 23-33
Book IV ~ Chapters 34-42
Book V ~ Chapters 43-53
Book VI ~ Chapters 54-62
Book VII ~ Chapters 63-71
Book VIII ~ Chapters 72-86

The library divided this summer's discussion into three parts.  They've already looked at Books 1-2-3, which I missed.  Books 4-5-6 are next week, and Books 7-8 are in August.  I found a character list online, which shows about three dozen people.  I wonder if I'll be able to keep them all straight in my mind.

Gilion at Rose City Reader hosts Book Beginnings on Fridays.  Click here for today's Mister Linky.

Mindfulness for today

I highly recommend to you a book named "one of the ten best spiritual books of the twentieth century," according to the blurb on the back cover.

Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux ~ by Nicholas Black Elk, as told through John G. Neihardt (Flaming Rainbow), 1932

Widely hailed as a spiritual classic, this inspirational and unfailingly powerful story reveals the life and visions of the Lakota healer Nicholas Black Elk (1863–1950) and the tragic history of his Sioux people during the epic closing decades of the Old West.  In 1930, the aging Black Elk met a kindred spirit, the famed poet, writer, and critic John G. Neihardt (1881–1973) on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota.  The Lakota elder chose Neihardt to share his visions and life with the world.

Black Elk’s remarkable great vision came to him during a time of decimation and loss, when outsiders were stealing the Lakotas’ land, slaughtering buffalo, and threatening their age-old way of life.   As Black Elk remembers all too well, the Lakotas, led by such legendary men as Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, fought unceasingly for their freedom, winning a world-renowned victory at the Little Bighorn and suffering unspeakable losses at Wounded Knee.

Black Elk Speaks however is more than the epic history of a valiant Native nation.  It is beloved as a spiritual classic because of John Neihardt’s sensitivity to Black Elk’s resounding vision of the wholeness of earth, her creatures, and all of humanity.  Black Elk Speaks is a once-in-a-lifetime read:  the moving story of a young Lakota boy before the reservation years, the unforgettable history of an American Indian nation, and an enduring spiritual message for us all.

This book has been published in many editions, with a variety of experts adding forewords and comments.  Some question how well John G. Neihardt understood the Lakota context.  I think it says something, though, that Black Elk adopted Neihardt and his two daughters as relatives, giving each of them Lakota names.

Sunday Salon ~ food, fun, music, and books

FOOD

Marcy Williams

Deer Creek Café.  That's where I went on my first excursion on the Crown Center's bus last week.  Marcy Williams and her husband Rick own the Deer Creek Café and made sure our group of fifteen was satisfied with the food and the service.  This week, I'm signed up to hear local author Pat Lorraine Simons discuss her 2013 novel, Brothers on the Run.  It's based on a true story.  I borrowed the book from the library and read it in preparation for this upcoming trip to the Brodsky Library.  Here's a look at our schedule of events for July.  I chose these activities this month.

BOOKS

The book I'm reading is Unless, a 2002 novel by Carol Shields.  Here's what the protagonist of this first-person novel thinks of the word "unless" (p. 224):

Novels help us turn down the volume of our own interior "discourse," but unless they can provide an alternative, hopeful course, they're just so much narrative crumble.  Unless, unless.

Unless is the worry word of the English language.  It flies like a moth around the ear, you hardly hear it, and yet everything depends on its breathy presence.  Unless — that's the little subjunctive mineral you carry along in your pocket crease.  It's always there, or else not there.  (If you add a capital s to unless, you get Sunless...)

I bought this book for a quarter at the University City Library.  I got my second library card there, after the St. Louis County Library card I got when I first moved here.  St. Louis County has twenty branch libraries, and I've been to two of them.  Like in Chattanooga, though, I mostly go to the closest branch.  In Chattanooga, I lived near the Northgate branch in Hixson.  In St. Louis, I live a couple of miles from the Mid-County branch.  Since I technically live in University City (people here say "U-City"), I'm not too far from the U-City library, either.

JEWISH?

Before we eat on Friday evenings, the Shabbat (Sabbath) candles are lit while two people recite the prayers for bread and for wine.  I have memorized the prayer for bread, and my last name is Jacobs.  So it isn't surprising that, this past Friday evening, Michael asked me if I'm Jewish.  I would have loved to be able to take part by reciting the prayer, but he chose a Jewish woman from my table instead.

MUSIC

On my way back to my apartment after dinner that evening, Robert — who mans the desk some evenings — told me he wants to learn to play the piano.  He likes for me to play the piano in the lounge near his desk, always asking me if I'm planning to practice that evening.  He opens the doors to the lounge so he can hear what I'm playing.  We have had musicians come in to entertain us, but I've never seen any residents playing the piano.  I told Robert I'd be happy to teach him some of the basics, like how to find "middle C" on the piano.  I have found the box in which I packed my music books, so I'll have more to play now.

Bloggers gather in the Sunday Salon — at separate computers in different time zones — to talk about our lives and our reading.

Two book beginnings ~ one book

Unless ~ by Carol Shields, 2002, fiction (Canada)

It happens that I an going through a period of great unhappiness and loss just now.

This is a novel about an author.  Here's the synopsis of the book:

Reta Winters, 44-year-old successful author of lightsummertime fiction, has always considered herself happy, even blessed. That is, until her oldest daughter Norah mysteriously drops out of college to become a panhandler on a Toronto street corner — silent, with a sign around her neck bearing the word "Goodness."

Because she's a writer, I can even share a second "book beginning" this week, the one dreamed up by the main character in the book.  Here's a quote from early in the book (p. 15):

I'm going to write a second novel, a sequel to My Thyme Is Up.  Today is the day I intend to begin.  The first sentence is already tapped into my computer:  "Alicia was not as happy as she deserved to be."

So which "first sentence" intrigues you most, the one by Carol Shields?  Or the one by her book's protagonist?

Gilion at Rose City Reader hosts Book Beginnings on Fridays.  Click here for today's Mister Linky.

Alphabet Soup ~ an update

I'm still filling my bowl of alphabet soup for this 2014 Alphabet Soup Reading Challenge.  The idea is to read 26 books this year, one book with a title starting with each letter of the alphabet.  Each letter counts as one spoonful of soup.  By the end of the year, I had read __22__ books in 2014 that count toward that goal of 26 books (nothing starting with Q, X, Y, or Z).

A = The Alphabet Versus the Goddess: The Conflict Between Word and Image ~ by Leonard Shlain, 1998, language and culture, 10/10
B = Brothers on the Run: Based on a True Story ~ by Pat Lorraine Simons, 2013, historical fiction (Germany), 7/10
C = A Charlie Brown Christmas (miniature edition) ~ by Charles M. Schultz, 2007, cartoons, 8/10
D = The Dovekeepers ~ by Alice Hoffman, 2011, fiction (Israel), 9/10
E = The Enoch Factor: The Sacred Art of Knowing God ~ by Steve McSwain, 2010, religion, 9/10
F = Five Famous Mice Meet Winston of Churchill ~ by Jean Davies Okimoto, illustrated by Jeremiah Trammell, 2014, children's, 10/10
G = The Girl Who Never Made Mistakes ~ by Mark Pett and Gary Rubinstein, illustrated by Mark Pett. 2011, children's, 10/10
H = The Housemaid's Daughter ~ by Barbara Mutch, 2012, fiction (South Africa), 10/10
I = The Invention of Wings ~ by Sue Monk Kidd, 2014, fiction (South Carolina), 10/10
J = Jonathan Livingston Seagull: A Story ~ by Richard Bach, photos by Russell Munson, 1970, fiction, 10/10
K = Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death ~ by Katy Butler, 2013, memoir, 9/10
L = Lost Lake ~ by Sarah Addison Allen, 2014, fiction (Georgia), 9/10
M = My Beloved World ~ by Sonia Sotomayor, 2013, memoir, 9/10
N = Not All Princesses Dress in Pink ~ by Jane Yolen and Heidi E. Y. Stemple, illustrated by Anne-Sophie Lanquetin, 2010, children's, 7/10
O = Our Endangered Values: America's Moral Crisis ~ by Jimmy Carter, 2005, political science, 9/10
P = Paul and Jesus: How the Apostle Transformed Christianity ~ by James D. Tabor, 2012, history of religion, 9/10
Q
R = Rise of the Warrior Cop: The Militarization of America's Police Forces ~ by Radley Balko, 2013, sociology, skimmed 7/10

S = Sisterland ~ by Curtis Sittenfeld, 2013, fiction (Missouri), 9.5/10
T = Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life ~ by Karen Armstrong, 2010, religion, 9/10
U = Unless ~ by Carol Shields, 2002, fiction (Canada), 8/10
V = The Very Hungry Caterpillar ~ by Eric Carle, 1969, children's, 10/10
W = Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary ~ by Frederick Buechner, 1993, religion, 8/10
X
Y
Z

Teaser Tuesday ~ flying fast and flying high

Jonathan Livingston Seagull: A Story ~ by Richard Bach, photos by Russell Munson, 1970, fiction, 10/10

This is a story for people who follow their hearts and make their own rules, people who get special pleasure out of doing something well, even if only for themselves, people who know there's more to this living than meets the eye.  They’ll be right there with Jonathan, flying higher and faster than they ever dreamed.

I first read this book more than forty years ago, in the early 1970s.  Yesterday, I saw it on the library's sale shelf and paid a whole quarter for it.  I'd forgotten how few words make up this novella, with its plethora of black and white photos taking up page after page.  I flew through the book (yes, pun intended) and want to share this single quote with you:

"Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly" (p.125).

Nah, I think I'll share some more quotes I found online as images.  I see I'm far from the only one impressed with this book.

"Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.

Overcome time, and all we have left is Now" (p. 87).

Now I think it's time to give away this copy to someone who needs to read it.  Or maybe someone who needs to re-read it.

De colores ~ the colors

De Colores is the theme song for the Emmaus Walk.  My Emmaus weekend was in the spring of 1990 and was the most spiritual weekend I've ever known.  Here's a bit about the Walk to Emmaus concept from the web site:

"The walk to Emmaus is an experience of Christian spiritual renewal and formation that begins with a three-day short course in Christianity.  It is an opportunity to meet Jesus Christ in a new way as God’s grace and love is revealed to you through other believers."

The idea for this spiritual retreat comes from the story in Luke where two disciples were walking to Emmaus:

"While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and walked with them." — Luke 24:15

If you want to experience such a weekend, I may be able to either sponsor you myself (if we are close enough) or find someone who would sponsor you in my place.   Let me know.

Sunday Salon ~ 'tis July in St. Louis

So did Charlie Brown kick the football yesterday?  What do you think?  Is that why his friends are holding footballs for him to kick?  Do notice that not a one of them is Lucy.  Maybe these friends want to set things right.

READING

Brothers on the Run: Based on a True Story ~ by Pat Lorraine Simons, 2013, historical fiction (Germany)

Based on a true story, Brothers on the Run takes you on a high-velocity ride across pre-World War II Europe.  In 1933, two teenage Jewish brothers barely escape death at the Nazis' hands, only to find themselves crisscrossing Europe as refugees whose survival depends on their luck, daring, and wits.  In 1936, when the US denies them entry, the boys enlist as foreign soldiers in the Spanish Civil War — a fateful decision that indelibly scars them, brutally delivers them into manhood, and serendipitously opens the door to freedom.

I wouldn't have chosen this book and I'm not particularly enjoying it, but I want to read it before going to see the author at the Brodsky Library on July 16th.  Here's how the event was advertised:

"Join us to hear local author Pat Lorraine Simons.  She will discuss her novel, Brothers on the Run, based on a true story of two teenage brothers who barely escape death at the Nazis' hands, only to find themselves as refugees whose survival depends on their luck, daring and wits.  This is part of the Holocaust Literature Series, sponsored by Bill Solomon in memory of Karen Solomon."

QUOTES

Tapestry of Fortunes ~ by Elizabeth Berg, 2013, fiction (Minnesota), 8/10

(p. 213)  "What's the point in loving anything when it will just change or be taken away?" I asked.  And she said, "The point in loving is only that.  And when you lose something, you have to remember that then there is room for the next thing.  And there is always a next thing, Cece.  I wish you would believe me."

I've moved, getting rid of a bunch of stuff and negative people and attitudes, so now I have "room for the next thing."

(p. 217)  We're hosting a potluck dinner tonight, Dennis and I.

I read this on the third page from the end, on the morning of the day Donna and I were hosting a potluck lunch and thought:  "Synchronicity!"  We had a great time, we six friends who eat at the same table during the week:  Bonnie and Donna, Evelyn, Sheila, Nancy, and Marilyn.  Thank you, Donna, for suggesting the potluck for the Fourth of July and hosting us at your apartment.

Bloggers gather in the Sunday Salon — at separate computers in different time zones — to talk about our lives and our reading.

Saturday plans

What are your plans for today?  I see Charlie Brown has been at this for a long time, and so has Lucy.  Do you think this is the day he kicks the football?  Why, or why not?

Beginning ~ with a simple granite headstone

Tapestry of Fortunes ~ by Elizabeth Berg, 2013, fiction (Minnesota)

"My best friend Penny's grave has a simple headstone, light gray granite inscribed with her name, the date of her birth, and the date of her death, which was four months ago.  Below that, as agreed, are these words:  Say it."

My best friend Donna liked this novel, which is reason enough for me to read it.  But it's also about a woman who decides to change her life.

Cecilia Ross is a motivational speaker who encourages others to change their lives for the better.  Why can’t she take her own advice?  Still reeling from the death of her best friend, and freshly aware of the need to live more fully now, Cece realizes that she has to make a move — all the portentous signs seem to point in that direction.  She downsizes her life, sells her suburban Minnesota home and lets go of many of her possessions.  She moves into a beautiful old house in Saint Paul, complete with a garden, chef’s kitchen, and three housemates:  Lise, the home’s owner and a divorced mother at odds with her twenty-year-old daughter; Joni, a top-notch sous chef at a first-rate restaurant with a grade A jerk of a boss; and Renie, the youngest and most mercurial of the group, who is trying to rectify a teenage mistake.   These women embark on a journey together in an attempt to connect with parts of themselves long denied.

You do know I moved from Chattanooga, Tennessee, to St. Louis, Missouri, in June, right?  I didn't move here because my best friend died, but because St. Louis is my best friend's hometown.  I like my new apartment, the new friends I'm making, and the feeling of aliveness as I explore new restaurants and stores in the area.  I've already joined a book club, had three new friends to my apartment even though boxes are still unpacked, and been invited to church with three different friends:  Union Avenue Christian Church, Samuel Church (UCC), and the Ethical Society of St. Louis.  Now I wonder what things Cece Ross will discover when she moves.

Gilion at Rose City Reader hosts Book Beginnings on Fridays.  Click here for today's Mister Linky.

TBT ~ a letter

Still finding interesting school work from almost a half century ago.  This one is from my other twin daughter.  I have tried to indicate the relative size of her printing and have kept the spelling she used for "Mrs. Boaz" and "Miss Boaz."

To Mother, father, David, and Sandra.
(P.S.  There's a picture and a letter)
FROM
BARBARA
Lynn
Jacobs

The letter was obviously busy work the substitute teacher dreamed up.

Dear Mother,
   Mrs. Atwater has been sick for 5 days.  We had three other teachers, Mrs. McCord, Mrs. Wood, and Mrs. Boaz.  We hope she will get well by tomorrow or she will miss the party.  Jamie sits behind me.
Love,
Barbara
Lynn
Jacobs
(P.S.  Miss Boaz is just a student)

The Pink Party ~ by Maryann Macdonald

When my daughter took me upstairs to the bedroom the night I stayed at her house, there were five of Raegan's picture books on the bed.  She moved them, but I asked which was "best" so I could read it for my book blog.  She picked The Pink Party by Maryann Macdonald, illustrated by Abby Carter, 1994, so I read it first.  Oh, my!  I opened the book to discover it's "from Grandmama Bonnie"!  I didn't remember giving Raegan the book, but upon closer inspection, I saw the rest of what I printed inside:  "To Kenzie with love from Grandmama Bonnie, July 14, 1995."  That means I read that very same book 19 years ago, and gave it to my granddaughter Kenzie when she was five years old.  The same age Raegan is now.  What a coincidence that it was on the bed that night — and that my daughter chose IT as the best of the five.

It's a cute book, and it has a good story line about being friends.  But I'm confused by this summary from Amazon.com:

"Rose and Valentina both love pink.  But whenever Rose gets something pink, Valentina gets something even pinker!  Rose secretly thinks Valentina is becoming a show-off, but she’s afraid to tell her.  When Valentina gives the pinkest party ever, Rose can’t keep quiet any longer.  She says what she thinks, and both friends decide that not everything is perfect in pink.  Originally published as a chapter book by Hyperion Books for Children in 1994, the text has been reimagined as a picture book.  Check out the glitter on the cover and throughout the interior."

I'm confused because the 1994 version I had in hand was plainly a picture book and not a "chapter book" — and I'm happy to report there never was any glitter on the original.  (I would never have bought such a book.)  The newer version is illustrated by Judy Stead, but I prefer the illustrations by the original artist, Abby Carter.  For one thing, the girls in the original wear jeans sometimes, not always cute pink dresses.  In other words, they were like real girls.

My rating:  The Pink Party by Maryann Macdonald, illustrated by Abby Carter, 1994, children's, 10/10.