Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Been There, Done That - By Carol Snow

Take a good look my pretties, because
this book's cover is about as good as it gets.
Fellow book lovers, how do you feel about the adage "don't judge a book by its cover"?  Obviously, when applied to people I try my best to follow this pearl of wisdom (ha), but I must say I often judge literal books by their literal covers.  Take Been There, Done That by Carol Snow for example.  My mom and I were shopping the Chapters at Grandview Corners (something we love to do.  Yesterday's trip totalled 8 new books, but we got 2 of them free! Check out the buy 3 get 1 free sale if you're needing to stock up on summer reads!) a couple weeks ago, and when I saw this book on one of their shelves, I thought "ooo how cute!", and I stand by my original impression. The cover is cute.  I mean look at it!  Skinny jeans and bedazzled pink ballet flats! Well done!

It seems I made a poor decision judging this book by its cover, however, since its "frontispiece" if you will (although I know thats not really the proper use of the term), was probably the best part of it.

I'd been describing this book to my friends as Never Been Kissed meets 13.  The former because the protagonist is a young looking 32 year old who goes undercover at a liberal arts college after being repeatedly mistaken for a freshman in her regular reporter life (perhaps I also picked this book for its mimesis factor????), and the latter because she was supposedly exposing a college run prostitution-ring.  

I'm going to suggest NOT reading this book, so reading my little summary shouldn't ruin it for you.  


But !!!!SPOILERS!!!! just in case.





Kathy, the 18 looking 32 year old journalist, spends 7 weeks as a fake college student.  During this time she joins an a cappella group she figures to be a whore-front but is actually a bunch of good christians, likely contributes to her roommate's attempt to kill herself, and sleeps with her 21 year old RA.  She also develops a bit of an alcohol problem, catches her two "hot guy" dorm mates in a gay relationship, and while she doesn't uncover any prostitution-ring, solves the mystery of a series of home break-ins, and busts a jock-type coke dealer.  Apparently Snow wanted to fit every single rez and college stereotype into her novel and didn't care how much it weakened her story.

Oh, and I forgot that Kathy is supposed to be co-writing this expose with her ex Tim who walked out on her a few years ago after their 9 year relationship.  He turns out to be a real jerk, and Kathy's yearning for and finally getting over him is probably the only thing Snow writes convincingly.  When the whorehouse thing doesn't work out, Kathy gets fired and Tim and Kathy's asshole boss write an article about the college's Dean sleeping around a bit (something Kathy mentioned off hand once), which leads to the Dean being mauled by one of his wife's dog.  What the CRAP!? Am I right? The dog mauling bit was so unnecessary.  

Turns out in the end that there WAS a prostitution ring.  Kathy has a "WHY DIDN'T I SEE IT BEFORE!?" moment, and her and a newly acquired gay man friend get a taped confession from one of the girls and get the pimp arrested without hurting any of the students' reputation.  Blah blah blah.

In the end, Kathy's scorned young lover moves nearby for a job (Oh, right: a job in radio advertising after deciding that, no Dad, he WASN'T going to be a doctor! Score one for the cliches) and forgives her for being a lying creeper cougar woman, and they end up together.  Ew.

As you can likely tell from my less than delicate review, this novel was a huge disappointment.  With the exception of my lady Picoult and her predictable tales, Snow's text was my first straying from my typical English Lit student type read, and I must say she's scared me back into the canon.  I'm supposed to be reading The Hunger Games next at the hearty recommendation of Jennifer Kelly, but I might have to see about slipping a little Mansfield Park in there first, just to renew my faith in the written word.  


On second thought, Jenn's already pretty angry with me for giving up on Gossip Girl- I'd better stick to the plan and read her faves.  Austen, you'll have to wait.  


Monday, June 27, 2011

12 days later.

It was no doubt near to impossible to be living in the GVRD for the past month without hearing about, or getting involved with, the NHL Playoffs.  For about 2 months, many of us revelled in the fact that our Canucks were on a playoff run that could very realistically lead to a Stanley Cup.  This, of course, is not what ended up happening, and following the loss of game 7 against the Boston Bruins, Vancouver took another gigantic hit in what has been dubbed by many news stations as the "2011 Stanley Cup Riot". 

Watching Game 5 (a glorious win) at Hamilton and Georgia

I realize I'm a little late on putting my thoughts about this event out in writing, and to be honest its because I'm still not sure where I stand with it.  Needless to say, that Wednesday night, watching the breaking news coverage of the city I love so much being completely terrorized, my heart broke a little bit.  The following morning, watching more news coverage, youtube videos and the like, I found myself literally grieving, crying over the extreme loss I felt.  During the Winter Olympics, Vancouver did such a great job of presenting itself to the rest of the world.  I felt those 2 weeks in February of 2010 to be such a success.  And yes, my heart broke at the realization that after that Wednesday night, none of the good done at the Olympics would really matter anymore.

I stumbled across this article today, written by Jon Beasley-Murray, a professor at UBC.  I'll admit, I was one of the many angry, embarrassed and empowered quasi-vancouverites who frantically joined all the "ant-riot" type groups on facebook, perhaps subconsciously joining in the effort by several of my other friends to ensure the virtual world that we were "better than".  The article I just absorbed has got me second-guessing some of my vigorous animosity.  It goes without saying that I'm still appalled by the behaviour I witnessed on that tragic night (I do believe it was tragic.  I'm too much of a die-hard Canucks fan to not), but I'm now finding myself wavering a bit with the concept of a "real" Vancouver.  

I really recommend giving Beasley-Murray's article a read.  Regardless of whether or not you agree with his argument, it certainly gets those brain-wheels turning.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Beggar's Garden

This week I finally finished a book I've been working on for a while, The Beggar's Garden by UBC alum Michael Christie.  He graduated with his MFA in Creative Writing, and so when the book first came out it was mentioned on the Arts Faculty facebook page, which is where I found out about it.  Christie's book is one of the few examples I know of a Short Story Cycle.  What this means is basically that its somewhere between a collection of short stories and novel.  In a Short Story Cycle, the stories are separate entities and can be read on their own, but also have some sort of linking factor between them.  The first cycle I came across was in Engl 222 at UBC, Canadian Literature, Margaret Laurence's A Bird in The House.  In Laurence's work, it was the same group of characters that linked the stories together.  In Christie's, its the setting of Vancouver's Downtown Eastside.

I bought the book for my aunt for her birthday, since her, my mom and their other 3 siblings grew up in East Van (expect no mercy), and I'd heard them tell stories about going to the Woodwards building on Hasting with my Gma when they were kids.  After my aunt finished the book, she generously lent it to me for a read.

I must say, I enjoyed it very much.  It's always neat to read fiction (or non-fiction in certain cases) set in locations you're familiar with, and some of Christie's stories were super innovative.  There are 9 stories in total, each of which I intend to give you a little tidbit about, in case you feel like reading Christie's work!  Short Stories aren't for everyone, but if you like short stories, you will almost certainly like at least half of these ones.



1.  Emergency Contact
This story was a combination of hilarious and heartbreaking.  Its about a woman living in the DTES who gets a bit of a crush on a paramedic and goes to some odd lengths to try to make something of it.  It was a good intro into the stories to be sure.

2.  Discard
Its been hard for me to choose a single favourite story from Christie's book, so I've narrowed it down to a top 3, and this is one of them.  Its absolutely adorable and really goes a long way into deconstructing some of the stereotypes and stigmas about the people who inhabit the DTES.  The main characters are a grandpa and his homeless grandson, and I came to love their connection.

3.  Goodbye Porkpie Hat
Ok, so this story is likely the one that would scare most people away from reading the rest of Christie's book, and also the one that is getting the most buzz in literary circles.  This story takes on the structure of a science lab (You know, Purpose, Materials, Method) and follows a crack addict living near Oppenheimer Park through some pretty messed up trips.

4.  The Queen of Cans and Jars
The main character of Christie's 4th story is a former employee of Woodwards who opens up a thrift shop when the department store closes down.  My favourite part of this story was that an oak desk Bernice (the protagonist) is forced to abandon in an alley is the same desk that Earl and his grandson pick up in "Discard", and in the following story, although its not made explicit, you know that two characters go and get clothes from Bernice's store.  I liked that by this, the 4th story, as a reader I had already experienced several different types of people who live and work in the DTES, something that continues throughout the text.

5.  The Extra
This story is written in first person, the second story to be narrated this way since "Emergency Contact". The narrator, who is never named, suffers from mental health issues, and his narration is really quite interesting because of it.  Some of the speaker's descriptions are so childlike, but so right on, like when he describes the dank basement he lives in as smelling "bad like your wrist when you leave your watch on too long".  The story is, like the first one, both funny and sorrowful at the same time- a combination that isn't easy to write. (Top 3!!)

6.  An Ideal Companion
In "The Queen of Cans and Jars" Bernice watches her old place of employment, the Woodwards building, being demolished to make room for a new apartment building for "young people".  In this story, the protagonist Dan is one of those young people.  The story is about Dan getting a rare breed of dog, and how it changes his life.  I don't like dogs very much, so I didn't find much use in this story, but maybe dog people would like it.

7.  King Me
If you MADE me pick a favourite...maybe this one would be it.  "King Me" is narrated by Saul, a paranoid schizophrenic patient at Riverview hospital (yes, the creepy one you drive by on the way to Coquitlam Centre).  His narration comes complete with delusions, which increase in frequency and craziness when Saul decides to go off his medication.  I really fell in love with this character, who amidst his mental escapades cares quite deeply about his fellow patients.  If you had to read just one story from Christie's book, I think I would recommend this one.

8.  The Quiet
This story was another one that didn't quite do it for me.  Its about a young car thief.  So maybe people who love driving (not to mention know how to do it) would get this story in a way I didn't.  The ending is kind of cool and unexpected though, and I liked that part.

9.  The Beggar's Garden
Ah the title story- and somewhat surprisingly, the first to feature a legitimately homeless character.  It had me thinking- most people would probably expect a series of short stories featuring the people of the DTES to focus pretty heavily on homeless people.  Christie dutifully shows that this isn't the case, showing that all sorts of people call the DTES home.  Good for you Christie!  This last story wraps up the cycle really nicely, following Sam, a bank employee recently left by his wife, who begins to occupy his time by "managing" a homeless man, and eventually (and somewhat unintentionally) getting him back on his feet, a gift actually reciprocated to Sam by Isaac, the "beggar", in an un-cheesy way.

Christie is a good local author, so if you think you might be interested in this text, help him out and buy it, and read it, and then let me know what you think!!!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Orchid Thief - Part 2




As my faithful bloggers know, I've now been working on the same novel, Susan Orlean's The Orchid Thief for over two weeks.  Its not really a long enough book to be taking me this much time to get through it.  I blame this partially on my starting to work longer shifts at the restaurant and partially on my getting sick and sleeping a lot, but mostly on the book being dull.  I've made it to the part I wanted to make it to (more on that in a moment), and now I'm going to stop.  I normally hate not finishing novels, but I've got a growing pile of books just begging to be read, so I'm laying this one to rest.

Now I want to make it clear that I'm not slamming Orlean's novel completely.  Like I mentioned in my previous post (this one), her writing style is just the type to draw you in and delight you.  Her subject matter, sadly, just doesn't keep up.  I sometimes found myself thinking I was reading some dusty, water-damaged copy of "The Complete History of Orchids"like you'd find in the free pile outside a second hand bookstore.  Some of the information was interesting, but a lot of it was unnecessary and boring.  When I got to the specific quotation I was looking for, I figured it was time to stop.

I'm feeling quite relieved after making the decision to stop reading The Orchid Thief.  I'm also excited to choose my next read!  But before I move on, I'd like to share a quotation from Orlean's novel, the same quotation my Chancellor shared with my grad class at my congregation ceremony last month.  I found it inspiring then, and still do now.  Hopefully you all can gain something from it as well.


"I passed so many vacant acres and looked past them to so many more vacant acres and looked ahead and behind at the empty road and up at the empty sky; the sheer bigness of the world made me feel lonely to the bone.  The world is so huge that people are always getting lost in it.  There are too many ideas and things and people, too many directions to go.  I was starting to believe that the reason it matters to care passionately about something is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size.  It makes the world seem not huge and empty but full of possibility."




I know this is a short blog, but I don't have much to say about this book, since I didn't finish it.  More on the next one, I promise!!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Stanley Cup Playoffs!

How exciting is it that the Canucks are playing in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs on Wednesday night??  The Stanley Cup will be IN THE HOUSE at Roger's Arena! Amazing.  I'm so so excited.

I've been a pretty hardcore fan these last couple weeks of playoffs.  I spent games 4,5 and 6 downtown and CBC plaza, and had a wonderful time at each.  Game 5 was an especially amazing experience, due entirely to the fact that we WON!  So many high-fives, WOO's and happy faces.

Now, my reason for talking hockey is because its been my reason for neglecting this blog!  It is also the reason that I don't have the brainpower to write a new one now (the only thing my brain can come up with is: GO CANUCKS GO!), however, I want to post something.

So for those of you who are willing to read it, I offer to you my favourite paper of my undergraduate degree.  Its also one of the shorter ones I had the opportunity to write, so its not too painful to get through.  I wrote this as my term paper for English 462, which was listed as 20th Century British and Irish Literature, but was actually mostly American Authors of the 20th Century, most of them expatriates (so Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein, H.D., Ernest Hemingway, T.S. Eliot...that whole gang).  I took it with Professor John Cooper, who had a funny and sometimes terrible teaching style, but who is a very neat guy, and very famous/respected in his field.

My paper focusses on the Harlem Renaissance portion of the course, and I was extremely pleased to have the chance to bring some of my music background into my lit studies!

Enjoy!



“The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm, honey”
The interactions between jazz and the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance

The Modernist movement of the twentieth century was one that took hold of all arts forms, and was therefore, unsurprisingly shaped by all of them.  Along with this shared contribution to the movement, the arts of this time also interacted with each other.  One such interaction is that between music and literature.  More specifically, a compelling connection can be seen between jazz music and African American literature of the Harlem Renaissance.  Langston Hughes is a poet that exemplifies the way in which jazz can be translated into literature, especially in his poem “The Weary Blues”, and poem collection (to be read as one whole) Montage of a Dream Deferred.  Hughes’ unique techniques succeed in creating a poetic voice, or rather, voices of his community, while expressing clearly modernist ideas.  I will argue that jazz has an undeniable impact on Hughes’ poetry, and discuss the way this relationship affected African-American culture, and not only the Harlem Renaissance, but Modernism as a whole.

            Before examining the way in which jazz influences Hughes’ poetry, it is important to develop an understanding of the features of jazz reflected in Modernist poetry.  While determining an exact starting point for jazz, or a precise definition is close to impossible, it is a painless enough task to select the pertinent aspects of jazz when referring to it’s affect on Modernism.  Firstly, the African-American roots in jazz music are extremely significant in understanding the music’s place in poetry.  Jazz is often seen as a variation or development of black spiritual traditions, and also finds origins in the blues.  In an even simpler manner, many aspects of early African drumming, such as syncopation, polyrhythm and the “swung note” can be traced into jazz music.  These characteristics, and others, as they found their way into jazz music, likewise found their way into Harlem Renaissance poetry.  Among other “jazz traits” to be found in this poetry are those associated with jazz improvisation. 

             Accomplished jazz musicians showcase an ability to communicate with one another during improvisation, creating one whole out of several different, but complementary voices.  Soloists also incorporate “quotes” from other musical sources into their improvisations, much like a poet would allude to previous historical or literary events.  And while instrumentalists use the same notes for solos as they would for melodies, jazz vocalists join the world of improvisation by ‘scatting’.  Most simply described as a certain sort of language, scat also works its way into Harlem Renaissance poetry, marking a clear jazz connection, as well as a connection with the people of Harlem who would “understand” this language better than anyone.  Even when regarded outside of Modernism, jazz is considered “a multi-layered culture” and a “progenitor of new forms, an inventor of new languages, a creator of new ways to expression meaning” (Gennari).  Similarly, jazz emphasizes not only the final product, but also the process of it’s own creation (Gennari).  Having been fully immersed in the culture of jazz music, it is fitting that the poets of the Harlem Renaissance (notably, Langston Hughes) could so seamlessly weave these creative elements into their work.

The belief that Langston Hughes, as I have already noted, was the most successful at translating jazz into literature is one shared by many scholars.  John Gennari claims that while other African American poets were aware of the music and its poetic capabilities, Hughes was the only one to take jazz seriously.  Robert O’Brien Hokanson makes a similar argument, stating Hughes was different from other African American modernists due to his skill at incorporating jazz dynamics into poetry.  The first poem I will discuss to show the deep connection between Hughes’ writing and jazz is “The Weary Blues”. 

The setting of the poem is relevant, as scholars including Gunter H. Lenz, have argued that the Harlem Renaissance tendency to construct their poetry within a jazz club or cabaret creates a “symbolic space”, in which their “new, modern urban black culture and community” could manifest itself.  The content of the poem is also, of course, very important when examining the influence of jazz on Hughes’ poetry.  Not only is the subject of the poem a jazz pianist, but the verse too is bursting with diction of musical forms and terms, such as “syncopated”(1) and “tone” (17).  The poem contains the lyrics of this blues man’s song, as well as description of the other sounds he makes.  The “abstract sequences of sound” (Patterson 680) in Hughes’ work, such as the “Thump, thump, thump” found in line 23 of “The Weary Blues” help solidify their musicality.  The repetition of “O Blues!” in the poem is also reminiscent of brass shots that would be heard in practically any big band tune of the time.  The imagery of movement in the poem, with an emphasis on the pianist’s “lazy sway” (6), possibly reflects Langston’s understanding that jazz is not easily experienced through words- much like the way he may have had trouble articulating the exacts of his Harlem community.  Hughes is able to express his community, however, through jazz and by drawing, as Hokanson notes, “less on the centuries of literary tradition behind him [as many other modernists would have done] than on the vivid life around him”.  “The Weary Blues” is a clear example of how jazz imagery and dialect make their way into Hughes’ poetry.  This technique is developed even more in Hughes’ later collection, Montage of a Dream Deferred, where jazz is not only the basis for the content, but the long poem’s very structure.

Hughes’ Montage is a collection of many short poems, including “Dream Boogie”, “Theme for English B”, and “Harlem”.  Like “The Weary Blues”, these poems are chalk full of jazz imagery, but possibly their most interesting feature is the way in which they emulate the form of solo choruses in a jazz standard, how jazz becomes not only the subject matter or metaphor, but the “formative principle” (Lenz 274).  In his own introduction to the collection, Hughes writes:

“This poem of contemporary Harlem, like be-bop, is marked by conflicting changes, sudden nuances, sharp and impudent interjections, broken rhythms, and passages sometimes in the manner of the jam session, sometimes the popular song, punctuated by the riffs, runs, breaks, and disc-tortions of a community in transition”.

As noted above, an important feature of jazz improvisation is the dialogue that takes places between soloists.  In this collection, Hughes plays with this idea by having multiple voices in his poem, and yet blending them into one.  He achieves this through repetition of certain lines and words (again, borrowing from jazz tradition) and the motif of musical forms.  Hokanson notes that while Hughes’ individual voices “highlight distinctive nuances and perspectives of Harlem”, they also “remain rooted in a communal context, resulting in a poetic version of the collective improvisation of jazz”.  This form of soloing over the same changes, but representing often hugely contrasting ideas, is one that a jazz musician or listener would be innately familiar with.  It is also important to note that Hughes bases his poems off the form of be-bop music, which came to be as a revolt against the commercialization of big-band swing.

The form of each individual poem is also important, as the line breaks and use of italics are also indicative of a be-bop form.  Anita Patterson suggests that these stylistic elements also “show the ambivalence and animosity of an African American speaker trying to explain the meaning of the music to a Euro-American listener” (681).  Again, we see this pattern of difficulty in bringing both jazz and culture into words.  Montage of a Dream Deferred is an excellent example of how Hughes incorporates jazz into his poetry.  It is with this technique that he is able to have such an impact on the Harlem Renaissance, and the African Americans living it.

            Hughes’ use of jazz in his poetry is incredibly important in that it creates a voice and a place for the African American community of which he was a part.   One of the fundamental features of the Harlem Renaissance (and in fact, the very thing that allowed it to emerge) is the re-envisioning and breaking down of ethical/racial boundaries.  Hughes felt there was a “need to include African American musical traditions (jazz) into this interaction” (Hokanson).  He attempted (and I believe, succeeded) to use jazz to bridge the gap between largely oral, folkloric African American traditions, and what could be considered the “privileged” art form of literature (Patterson 658).   Lenz argues that the jazz-influenced dialogue between the poems in Montage is representative of the dynamic, expressive quality of black culture, and acts to affirm a “viable clack urban ghetto culture and public sphere” (274).  In his poem “Theme for English B”, one of Hughes’ individual voices makes a striking statement on ethical and racial relations:
I guess being colored doesn’t make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white –
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That’s American.

Here we can see that Hughes hopes to create a distinct, unique African American voice, one that can equally contribute to the larger American whole- much like unique improvisations of a jazz tune contribute to the song as a whole.  One of the most significant and lasting aspects of Hughes’ poetry is its ability to speak for and to the community of Harlem during the mid-twentieth century.  He achieves this, in part, through his jazz-infused imagery and form.

            Just as the Harlem Renaissance fits under the larger movement of Modernism, the influence of jazz too can be seen as relating to general Modernist ideas.  Scholars have noted several traits of jazz that reflect Modernist poetics, and many jazz musicians that can be grouped with the well-known Modernist artists and writers.  Gennari relates jazz to Modernism in three significant ways.  First of all, he considers jazz music to be in a state of “continuous becoming”, which I feel can be easily linked to Virginia Woolf’s “moments of being”.   Second, he notes the way in which the “shifting rhythms, sliding harmonies, and instrumental juxtapositions [of jazz] simultaneously convey both the fragmentation and the wholeness of time and sound”.  This idea is quite similar to the experimental treatment of time and space found in much of Modernist literature.  Gennari finally notes, in a specific comparison, “the 4/4 swing of Count Basie rhythm section achieved a kind of understated, spare elegance not unlike the pared down simplicity of Ernest Hemingway’s prose”.  Along the same lines of equating musicians as important modernists is his claim that “Louis Armstrong’s vanguard techniques are…no less central to a definition of twentieth-century Modernism than Picasso’s” or Phillip Larkin’s assertion that Charlie Parker, Ezra Pound and Pablo Picasso are equal “Pioneers” of Modernism (Leggett 264).  I agree with these scholars that jazz musicians deserve a place of equal honour in the Modernist movement beside the writers and artists.  After all, doesn’t jazz embody Pound’s motto of “making it new”?  Charlie Parker’s rewrites of “Cherokee” into “KoKo” or “How High the Moon” into “Ornithology” are the musical versions of Pound’s Homeric influence in the Cantos, or his rewriting of ancient Chinese poetry.  Although it may not be as common a conception as say, the interaction between Modernist literature and Modernist visual art, upon examination it is clear that music and literature share a similar creative relationship.

            The poetry of Langston Hughes offers a clear, precise example of the way jazz influenced the literature of the Harlem Renaissance.  Hughes uses jazz to shape both the content and form of his poems, and in doing so creates a distinct, inter-connected voice for, and of his community.  Many characteristics of jazz, specifically those that came to the fore in the development of be-bop, can be easily translated into Modernist ideas.  This ability for music and literature to cross boundary lines and be understood in each other terms is yet another reason that Modernism remains such a unique movement in literary history.

           

           








Works Cited

Gennari, John "Jazz Criticism: Its Development and Ideologies." Black American Literature Forum 25.3 (1991): 449-523. MLA International Bibliography. EBSCO. Web. 29 Nov. 2009.

Hokanson, Robert O'Brien "Jazzing It Up: The Be-Bop Modernism of Langston Hughes." Mosaic: A Journal for the Interdisciplinary Study of Literature 31.4 (1998): 61-82. MLA International Bibliography. EBSCO. Web. 29 Nov. 2009.

Leggett, B. J. "Larkin's Blues: Jazz and Modernism." Twentieth Century Literature: A Scholarly and Critical Journal 42.2 (1996): 258-276. MLA International Bibliography. EBSCO. Web. 29 Nov. 2009.

Lenz, Günter H. "'The Riffs, Runs, Breaks, and Distortions of the Music of a Community in Transition'-Redefining African American Modernism and the Jazz Aesthetic in Langston Hughes' Montage of a Dream Deferred and Ask Your Mama." Massachusetts Review: A Quarterly of Literature, the Arts and Public Affairs 44.1-2 (2003): 269-282. MLA International Bibliography. EBSCO. Web. 29 Nov. 2009.

Patterson, Anita "Jazz, Realism, and the Modernist Lyric: The Poetry of Langston Hughes." Modern Language Quarterly: A Journal of Literary History 61.4 (2000): 651-682. MLA International Bibliography. EBSCO. Web. 29 Nov. 2009.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

To Sleep

SOFT embalmer of the still midnight! 
  Shutting with careful fingers and benign 
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light, 
  Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; 
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,         5
  In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, 
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws 
  Around my bed its lulling charities; 
  Then save me, or the passèd day will shine 
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;  10
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords 
  Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; 
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards, 
  And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.


As promised, I will often be subjecting my blog readers to the writings of John Keats, because I love him.

This ode, To Sleep is one that I've enjoyed for a long time.  I memorized it in Gr.12 and used to say it to myself before I closed my eyes for the night.  The SAYing is very important.  I didn't just think about it in my head.  The thing is, this poem, like many of Keats' works, sounds brilliant on the tongue.

"O soft..." With just two words, and not even two FULL words, Keats slows the pace of the day right down, and introduces the alliterative "s" sound that will run throughout the ode.  In the second line, Keats personifies Sleep, giving it "careful fingers" that will gently close our "willing eyes".

And I find it adorable that the speaker is then like "Hey, Sleep, buddy, if you want to put me out while I'm reciting this poem, that's totally cool with me." Or then there's the alternative, waiting til the poem's close, and passing out through some imaginative, abstract opium.

There's this lovely sentiment presented in Keats' poem of sleep as a beautiful escape. A "divine forgetfulness".  I also love the speaker's plea to be "saved" by sleep, because otherwise he will go over the details of the day, and worry and wonder about the future.  And its so simple and so true! Or it is for me anyways.  I'm often kept up by worries and to-do-lists, but sleep offers a wonderful pause button, where all of those worries go away.  

Now the final two lines are my absolutely favourite.  Say them out loud.  Its absolutely glorious.  The word "hush" is one of those words that actually sounds like what it means, and because of that its super super effective in poetry.  Keats is a master of full circles, the words "embalmer" and "casket" creating this understated aura of death, which you can really never escape in his poetry.  I choose not to dwell on that though, and rather soak in the beautiful alliteration and the naturally changing tempo.  Note the "hymn" bit too, because you can also rarely get through a Keats poem without some reference to music.

Which is another reason why I love him.


Goodnight lovelies!

Monday, June 6, 2011

And Another Thing...

Blog title inspired by the fact that this is my second post in a matter of hours, and by this big band chart: Listen!

I wanted to stick up my To-Read list on here, to see if anyone has read any of my picks and can persuade me to read their picks first, and to hold myself accountable to getting them read!

So definitely let me know if you've read any of these yourself, or if you've heard anything good or bad about them!  Also, if there's any you think I should add, please, bring 'em on!!!

My List:


Country Under My Skin – Gioconda Belli

The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro

The Unconsoled – Kazuo Ishiguro

When We Were Orphans – Kazuo Ishiguro

Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen

Emma – Jane Austen

1984 – George Orwell

David Copperfield – Charles Dickens

A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens

Crime and Punishment – Dostoyevsky

Ulysses – James Joyce

Dubliners – James Joyce

The Finkler Question – Howard Jacobsen

Disgrace – J.M. Coetzee

The Stone Angel – Margaret Lawrence

Oryx and Crake – Margaret Atwood

The Bone People – Hulme

Schindler’s Ark – Thomas Keneally

Obasan – Joy Kogawa


And more??

The Orchid Thief

Sneeeeak Peek.

I've started reading Susan Orlean's The Orchid Thief.  So far its a little hard to get into, but the writing is the right mix of eloquent and cute, which I love.  For example:

"There are more golf courses per person in Naples than anywhere else in the world, and in spite of the hot, angry weather everyone around the hotel was dressed to play, their cleated shoes tapping out a clickety-clickety-clickety tattoo on the sidewalks"

Onomatopoeia too? You've got me sold.  I'm about 30 pages in, and I'm sure that by the next 30 I'll be much more into it than I am now.  Its a non-fiction story, so its a little bit different than what I'm used to, but its written in a typical fiction-novel way (except for the fact that its written in present-ish tense), which is cool.  I also love that it takes place in Florida, which is where Kirstin and I spent a lovely reading break vacation this past February.  Its always neat to read a book from a place you've been, because you can picture the setting FO REAL!

The novel follows John Laroche on his quest to "steal" and clone the wild Ghost Orchid.  I'll keep you posted on how it goes!

Very cool looking, huh?

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I'll Sing YOU Home, Jodi.

On sunday afternoon, I had some friends and family over for a little pre-birthday lunch celebration.  My mum made a fabulous Greek meal (lemon chicken, roasted potatoes, rice, greek salad, pita bread with tzatziki and hummus, YUM!), and my dad picked me out an ice cream cake with the Canucks logo on it.  Golden.


My aunt and uncle gave me two books for my birthday.  One, The Orchid Thief by Susan Orlean, was quoted from by UBC's Chancellor Sarah Morgan-Silvester at my congregation, so I'm very excited to read that one (blog to follow!), the other is Jodi Picoult's most recent publication, Sing You Home.  


The only thing I knew about this book going into it (aside from the fact that it would likely be a Picoult staple) was that it had some musical flair to it.  From glancing at the little cover flap teasers, I further discovered that one of the main characters was a music therapist, and that the novel covered the themes of "identity, love, marriage and parenthood".

So I dove in without many expectations. My first surprise was before the first page.  Picoult has included with this novel a 10 track audio CD that corresponds with the 10 sections of her book.  She wrote the lyrics, and some other woman wrote and performed the melody.  There's a little info about it before the book begins, explaining how the text is split up so that you can listen to each track as you go along, but that there's no right or wrong way to incorporate the music.  For me, I couldn't be bothered to stop the flow of reading to pop on a CD between sections, so I actually have yet to listen to it.  I'm also a bit scared that it will be bad...but when I get around to it, I'll share my thoughts.

So now a disclaimer of sorts, I obviously won't give away anything big, as some of my reader's might care to give this book a go, but if you think you might want to read it, and want absolutely NO info about it, even generic, then you should probably stop reading now.





Alright.  So I wasn't all too surprised with Picoult's structural decisions for this, her latest novel.  She uses her go to method: multiple narrators distinguished by different fonts.  One thing she did a little different (Albeit, only once) that I liked was having the same period of time described from two different characters.  For the most part though, she sticks to her classic style of splitting the timeline of her text between a few specific narrators.

The novel starts of with the point of view of Zoe, the music therapist character.  She's 28 weeks preggers at the time.  So off the bat, I thought this was going to be a story about raising kidlets or something.  Sadly, Zoe's pregnancy doesn't work out, and the novel gets thrown in an absolutely different direction.

I was caught completely off guard by the way it went, so good job Jodi.  I also tend to be a fairly lazy reader though, in that I purposely don't predict outcomes of storylines, because I like to be surprised.   The "unexpected friendship that blossoms into love"described on the front cover turns out to be between Zoe and her friend Vanessa.  SURPRISE! Lesbian-Lovers.

So thats all good. Vanessa is another narrator we hear from.  We also get the POV of Max, Zoe's ex-husband, who transforms from an alcoholic surfer dude to a born-again Christian who excepts Jesus as his lord and saviour.  So when Zoe and Vanessa decide they want to raise a baby using the frozen embryos left over from Zoe and Max's IVF stuff, you can imagine that the proverbial shit hits the fan.

Picoult had me going until the first courtroom scene, when I went "Ohhhh, right.  Lawyers."

I felt like it was a bit of a new direction for Picoult though, to delve into an issue as contemporary as gay rights, and I enjoyed her portrayal of how an issue like this might play out in a family court case.

The ending is a bit of a face-to-palm moment though, which I feel is in true Picoult fashion.  Sigh.

There is a wedding in a bowling alley though, which is awesome.

If any of my faithful readers decide to give this one a read, let me know what you think of it!