This is cool, illustrations of problems Jay-Z might have inspired by “99 problems”: http://probs99.tumblr.com/
Yesterday morning, I started writing a post about making paella while watching the marathon at my desk. I consider myself a runner but with no intentions of ever doing a marathon. Regardless, I’m a big fan of the race, watching people who were willing to work and train that hard for that one day. The events of yesterday have left me and the entire city stunned. I’m feel a bit empty. When I went back to the post to try finish it today, I couldn’t find the right words to describe my attempt to make what turned out to be a pretty mediocre paella.
Mr. Bookdwarf can attest to the fact that I’m pretty hard on myself when it comes to cooking. Even a modest failure disappoints me. While the paella seemed like it was going to be great, for some reason it just didn’t come together on Sunday. I was frustrated that it hadn’t worked out, but that seems a lot less important now. I’ll come back to paella and get it right (next week, if I get the chance) but right now it just seems petty to worry about my rice being unevenly cooked. A dinner disaster is hardly the same as a real disaster.
Please excuse the hasty nature of the post but under the philosophy of “something written is better than nothing written” I’m trying to get my thoughts on books read out there quickly.
Back in 2008, I loved the first book in the Amitav Ghosh’s trilogy Sea of Poppies which began the story of the ship the Ibis and her passengers in the voyage across the Indian Ocean. We met Westerners and Easterners all affected by the colonial upheaval right before the Opium Wars. The first book was very personal, with each character’s story told in depth. I reread it before reading the second book, the delightful River of Smoke, which in turn focuses on the politics of the time period. Many of our favorite characters from the first barely appear in the second. Instead we’re introduced to a new group of people to get to know.
Set mainly in Canton and Hong Kong, we go more in depth into the opium trade with actually opium merchants introduced to the story. We learn more about the effects of this stupifying drug on the population and on the politics. Ghosh also writes in the pidgin of the time period to give the reader a real feel for the time period. It slows down reading a bit but makes it all the more enjoyable. This second book lacks some of the vibrancy of the first but it’s definitely worth reading especially since there’s a third volume to look forward to in a few years time.
Now I’m onto Adam Gopnik’s book on food The Table Come First. I’m also starting The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson this weekend. Apparently I’m into reading books by authors whose names start with ‘A’ right now.
Tomorrow I’m making a 13 pound turkey plus a whole mess of sides for five people which is overkill I realize. Luckily I came across this delicious sounding recipe for what looks like a Turkey Pho from The Garum Factory, a blog written by Ken Rivard and his wife Jody Adams (yes, that Jody Adams). Doesn’t it look great? I find eating leftovers fairly boring, so this reuse of the turkey which will taste very different from the Thanksgiving day meal is very welcome.
I’ve also been thinking of holiday recommendations. Each year we put on a Buyers’ Night here at HBS–it’s on 12/9 at 7 pm this year. I need to go over my reading list and pull together titles. It’s usually a fun time, so if you’re in the area, please join us!
I went on a pretty magnificent vacation to Costa Rica at the beginning of the month. We were gone for almost two weeks! Lots of lazy mornings spent on the beach reading, swimming, lounging. Whereupon I got back and had to jump into a hectic end of the buying season. Four appointments in three days. Whew. I need a vacation.
And then we got a dog. I will try and promise not to blather on about her too much in future, so let me get this out of the way now. She’s a four month old beagle terrier mix we adopted from Canine Commitment in Maine. We named her Lucy.
This is what I’ve been up to for the past month. I’ve read a lot of books too, including a few on dog training. I’ll try and get some of them written up over the weekend. I will say that I finished reading State of Wonder by Ann Patchett yesterday and really enjoyed it. Our Harper sales rep Anne kept recommending it to me. I should just learn to listen to her. I’ve never read Patchett before but perhaps I should go give Bel Canto a go?
Please forgive my tardiness in posting. I got back from Washington, D.C. over a week ago and have been trying to catch up with everything. Plus there’s been a lot of snow. I’m going to blame everything on the snow right now–12 to 18 inches more snow on Wednesday!
Washington was lovely! I saw a lot of old friends, visited Politics and Prose, walked up and down the National Mall, met with a senator’s aide to discuss issues, visited the Library of Congress, and managed to read a whole book while stuck at Logan airport.
I had grabbed Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones off my shelf before leaving because I was going to meet her at an author dinner while in D.C. The fact that it was set in Atlanta intrigued me first. My folks moved there about 6 years ago and I’ve been visiting ever since. It’s a large city, hard to navigate when only visiting for a few days at a time. I loved recognizing the names of places in Silver Sparrow and actually getting some context for them. It’s one thing to drive by a neighborhood, but so much more illuminating to read about who actually lives there.
The novel starts off with a punch: “My father, James Witherspoon, is a bigamist.” Set in a middle class neighborhood in the 80s, we meet the daughters from James Witherspoon’s two families–only one of them knows about the other family however. It’s pretty powerful how much much Jones’ has you empathizing with both families by the end. On the one hand you have the “outside family” who take whatever James has left to give. On the other, his first family struggles with their own sets of problems.
When the two girls finally meet, you know nothing good can come of it. What happens in the end is shocking and heartbreaking, but Jones’s great portrayal of the characters inner lives helps us understand how they react. I really enjoyed reading Silver Sparrow and hope that others will pick it up as well. She’s a talented writer, one that I’m going to keep my eye on.
Tomorrow morning I’m off to Washington, D.C. for the 6th annual Winter Institute. It’s always a good time. Right now, I’m having the usual battle of what books to bring with me. Thankfully this is a book conference so if I finish something, there’ll be plenty to choose from there.
I’m looking forward to running on the Mall tomorrow and to visiting Politics & Prose tomorrow evening. We’ll be setting up some sort of informal meetup for twitter folks (and anyone else who wants to come). I’ll try to post here when the details are finalized.