I got back from Virginia on Sunday evening and immediately lamented the fact that I was home again. I did nothing but read and eat excellent meals. We had duck, steak and lamb! How is that for being carnivorous? I started to read Purple Hibiscus on the plane ride down and finished it on Friday. It made me cry. Such a simple but emotional book. At first, I wondered how this book had gotten nominated with such great and complex books as Cloud Atlas and Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. But that was just me underestimating the power of Aidichie’s prose. Not to sound like a cliche, but everything was both spare and lyrical. Aidichie writes the story of Kambili Achike, a 15 year old Nigerian girl growing up in the privileged household of her powerful but brutal father. The political unrest and personal struggles become one and the same, as Kambili’s father is the editor of a newspaper that prints the hard truth. There is so much unspoken in the family, much the way Aidichie leaves things unsaid and lets the reader draw the picture. When Kambili and her brother Jaja get the chance to stay with their liberal aunt Ifeoma, a widowed university professor, they catch a glimpse of life outside the walls they have constructed. The book is beautiful and heart-breaking.
Having finished Purple Hibiscus, I decided to continue with the make-you-feel-terrible books and started Tracy Kidder’s Mountains Beyond Mountains, which details Paul Farmer’s struggles in Haiti. The problem I found with this book was that I was in constant disbelief. Farmer’s good works make put me on the defensive since the only good I do is click the Hunger Site everyday (and the other 5 clickable sites there). I give some money to charity each year, but I don’t make that much. It made me re-examine how I see the world, how someone can change things, even in just a small part of the world. It may not change everything, but making at least one person’s life better should be worth the trouble. Kidder does not make Paul Farmer out like a sanctimonius prig. Rather, he is a hard-headed and can be exasperating. But his personal commitment to Haiti is awe-inspiring. He started a complex health facility in one of the poorest parts of Haiti and gave free medical care to anyone who needs it. In the book, you find him making house calls that require 10 hour hikes. The foundation he began Partners in Health (Zanmi Lasante in Creole) has grown considerably in size and has also become extremely influential around the world with their ground-breaking treatment of TB and AIDS. His program for TB in Haiti has a better success rate than those in urban America. And Farmer does not give up the house calls nor his dedication to his patients as PIH’s influence grew as you might expect. His ‘road map’ for decency remains unaltered. He travels more than you can think possible, flying from Haiti to Russia to Peru all within 48 hours. Kidder’s portrait is tremendous and I found myself unable to put this book down.
I finished Mountains Beyond Mountains on Saturday and was left with nothing to read. Luckily, Mr. Bookdwarf’s (heh) mother gave me a copy of Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress to read. This book is the story of 2 urban Chinese youths as they are sent to the country for ‘re-education’ in the 70s. Forced to carry buckets of excrement up and down mountains, they find solace in the secret stash of western novels they steal from another city boy. After the 2 previous books, I found this slight novel easy to consume and not particlularly deep. Enjoyable and light fare, the simple tale gives the reader a good insight into the Cultural Revolution and the impact it had on the people.
So, these are the books I read on my vacation. I plan on starting Birds Without Wings today and I am also reading Ordinary Wolves by Seth Kanter. Phew. Hope y’all had a good long weekend.
Monthly Archives: September 2004
It’s not the weekend yet, but…
Well, you won’t be hearing from me for a few days as I am leaving what is now beautiful New England weather (yes, it was I who just 4 days ago was complaining about the weather.) to go to Virginia to visit Mr. Bookdwarf’s parents. I have been wanting to call my boyfriend Mr. Bookdwarf for a while. I don’t know if it is appropriate since we are not married and he blogs under another name. But whatever. I am going to Charlottesville until Sunday. I am bringing a copy of Purple Hibiscus, which is on the Booker long list and possibly Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder. It’s either that one or Birds Without Wings. Can’t decide. I will only be gone for 3 days, but I hate to be without a good book. These are the things that drive me crazy.
Speaking of the Booker, there is much speculation about the winner. I am curious about who is going to make the short list myself. The list seems full of good books. Carrie has some good stuff over at Tingle Alley and also check out 3 A.M.’s Booker Blog. All Booker all the time! God I am a nerd.
Anyway, I was going to write up a thing on Susannah Clarke’s excellent book Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, but I have not had the time. Here are a few reviews though.
Good reading!
(I am not going to mention the Red Sox because I don’t want to jinx them. They are only 3 1/2 games behind the Yankees! But they are the Red Sox, thus they can screw it up. So I am not going to mention it.)
He’s a smartypants
Lindsay Waters has an essay in this week’s Village Voice which he adapted from his book Enemies of Promise. I had occasion to here hm read from his book at the Harvard Press Display Room (hey Bross!) several months ago. Maybe it was the many glasses of wine I had drunk, but he made sense. Now, I believe much of what he says is more relevant to the academic publishing world, but it is important nonetheless. Look at what happened to Northeastern University Press—they had some great books, but the University claimed it lost them too much money and they must close it. “It was always considered a feather in the cap of Northeastern,” said editor in chief Robert Gormley. “They somehow figured its no longer a feather in their cap.” I am not sure what all this means. Its more that I have noticed the trend while working with the backlist here. With the economy being so shitty for the past few years, more and more university and academic presses are forced to raise prices and lower discounts. But the retail stores have been hit hard too and cannot order the more expensive books, so we order less from them each year.
I have no solutions here. That’s more along the lines of something Dan over at the Reading Experience should handle (he is much better at long articles than I am). My experience with the humanities makes me think that something is wrong with the system. Being made to specialize and at the same time to publish in order to have a “successful” career don’t seem to go hand in hand necessarilly. My graduate program adviser in the Classics department (which I have since dropped out of) told me that everything in Classics has been studied already. Just pick an obscure author and research, translate and write articles for journals. Heartening words to a student, no?
