Saturday, June 26, 2004

I would like to publicly admit that I am the ONLY person in the city who started The Time Traveler's Wife and didn't finish it. I have no excuse for this. It was good, and my kinda reading, a sci-fi/romance/fantasy. It was written by fellow Chicagoan, Audrey Niffenegger. It was my bookclub's pick of the month.

When I amend this sorry state, you will be the first to know. Until then, I'd like to wholeheartedly recommend Funny in Farsi: A Memoir of Growing Up Iranian in America by Firoozeh Dumas. You'd think this would be a story of American prejudices and acts of kindness and the assimilation of an Iranian family into the American dream that's Southern California, and it is that, in a way. But even more, it's a story of Firoozeh and her dad, who is really not so different from my own bargain-loving, education-pushing Pops. And that's where the charm of this short collection of essays lies.


Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Over the weekend, I finished one of my best reads of the year, The Houdini Girl, by Martyn Bedford. It's the story of a magician who, in investigating the death of his girlfriend, uncovers her secret life and, in doing so (of course), realizes that he never knew her at all.

Aside from being beautifully written--and perfectly plotted--The Houdini Girl makes a pretty powerful statement with its theme of trust, and I finished it thinking about the relationships I've ruined after refusing to trust the right person and the ones that, after trusting the wrong person, have ruined me.


Thursday, June 17, 2004

Liam got me a copy of Wigfield, co-written by Amy Sedaris, for my birthday, which I will be hoarding until I have a full-on rainy depressed day where I can lay in bed, eat saltines and gorge myself on it.

However, I got all excited about the topic of Amy as author, and asked Liam if he'd read any of the short stories by her. Liam looked at me like I was on crack, which prompted me to make the following search for authors on my favorite database, WorldCat, which turned up....NOTHING...along the lines of short stories written by Amy Sedaris (results follow). From these results, I really can only make one conclusion: I am, after all, on crack.

1. The Second City : backstage at the world's greatest comedy theater /
Author: Patinkin, Sheldon.; Klein, Robert,
Publication: Naperville, Ill. : Sourcebooks, 2000
Document: English : Book
Libraries Worldwide: 502 CHICAGO PUB LIBR

2. Wigfield /
Author: Sedaris, Amy.; Dinello, Paul.; Colbert, Stephen,
Publication: New York : Hyperion, 2003
Document: English : Book : Fiction
Libraries Worldwide: 501 CHICAGO PUB LIBR


3. The book of Liz /
Author: Sedaris, Amy.; Sedaris, David.
Publication: New York : Dramatists Play Service, 2002
Document: English : Book
Libraries Worldwide: 136 CHICAGO PUB LIBR



Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Take a gander at Salon.com's Summer Reading List, which promises books that are well-written, but not boring, and gripping, but won't insult your intelligence.

Of course, if you're not into this sort of thing, you could just re-read the DaVinci Code.
Want to join a new anti-bush pyramid scheme? Then visit Action4Election, which I learned about on a mini wild linking spree, from a Salon.com review of Losers Go First to the author of the review's blog to action4election.

I was alerted to free food in the lunchroom, thanks to the balloons and baby shower signs somebody put up a few minutes ago, but it's one of those parties that doesn't include freelancers (read: temps), so I am off to scour up some food in the suburbs now. Grumble, grumble (that's my stomach, not my psyche).

Monday, June 14, 2004

No books to report this weekend, as I spent a slew of birthday money at local superstar, Quimby's, where I got:
* Heeb Magazine - the journal of my people
* Horizontal Action - shameless purchase because they covered my band
* Found - New issue! Yay!
* Roctober - I love the guy who puts this out (seriously, and not only because he says nice things about the band)
* Bust
* and a book about 50 reasons not to vote for Dubya - a present for Father's Day, which I am going to try to read without bending the spine before I send it to my Dad. Typical wrybrarian right there. Um. Dad. I hope you're not reading this...

While I'm tooting my horn (oh God, that's a bad pun. Not intended, I swear!) and linking like a banshee, you might want to pick up a copy of this month's Punk Planet or this season's Venus Zine. Both of these fine publications also have new New Black reviews.


Friday, June 11, 2004

Well I finally finished Truman, David McCullough's 8 million page biography of Harry S. Truman, our finest president ever! (I read the copy from the Cosgrove Library at Harry S. Truman College, natch!)

Now I don't tend to read a lot of biography or history in book form, so my first comment is wow! Besides learning a lot about Truman, I just had a very good brush up on my American and World history from about 1900-1960. I found Truman's early years to be the most fascinating. These years covered his life as the good son of hardscrabble Kansas City-area farmers; his early, aborted career as a bank-teller; his forced return to farming; his decision to fight in World War I and his rapid rise through the military to Captain of Battery D of the 129th Field Artillery; his return to civilian life and failed attempts as a haberdasher; and his late-in-life entry to politics, working with the Pendergast Democratic machine, which controlled politics in western Missouri. Truman through these years is, in my terms, "good company," by which I mean he's a very interesting and likable character, driven by his ideals, who is nice to have around when I'm eating dinner, riding the train, and otherwise reading alone.

The next two-thirds of the book deal with his Senate career, his selection as running-mate to the nearly dead Roosevelt in the 1944 elections (a selection that he very sincerely opposed!), and his presidency. Also a good read. Here's what I learned:

-Harry Truman, on the farm, enjoyed the pigs, and had a favorite pig named Carry Nation.
-Bess Truman, moving into a post-Roosevelt White House, was unhappy with the quality of Old Fashioneds being served by White House staff, until the bartender, after some failed attempts, finally poured straight bourbon over ice and served it plain. "Now *that's* how we drink an Old Fashioned in Missouri," Mrs. President was heard to remark. [I'm sure I'm misquoting that, but you get the idea.]
-Harry Truman also drank plenty of bourbon, and liked to stay up late playing poker in a tattered old bathrobe.
-Truman believed in the personal touch, responding personally to thousands of well-wishes after his assassination attempt [by Puerto Rican nationalists. Truman, incidentally, fully supported Puerto Rican self-determination.]
-Harry Truman had no talent for making money, and turned to a political career more or less out of desperation. Even as an administrative judge and U.S. Senator, he barely kept afloat: during re-election for U.S. Senate, banks foreclosed on the family farm! After the presidency, he and Bess retired, as planned, to the family home in Missouri, but even if they had wanted to stay in Washington, it doesn't look like they could have afforded to. He made, and lost, a great deal of money selling rights to his memoirs, and then hiring out the work; most of his financial security late in life came from selling the family farm [which had been re-acquired shortly into his second Senate term]!
-Harry Truman did make the ultimate decision to drop the [atomic] bomb [on Hiroshima and Nagasaki], but under the circumstances, it was more of a non-decision. *Everybody* agreed that this was the best and the right thing to do. It ended the war 6 months or a year earlier, saving not only American lives (which Truman, as president, and survivor of some of the worst trench warfare the world has ever seen, was sincerely obligated to do), but the lives of many, many Japanese soldiers as well.
-The rest of his presidency was more or less dedicated to developing a foreign policy by which no atomic weapon need ever be deployed. The Marshall Plan (to rebuild Europe) and the Truman Doctrine (of Soviet/communist containment) are exactly what got us into the Cold War - and what won it. Meanwhile, a soviet takeover of Greece, Turkey, S. Korea, and more were averted, without the use of nuclear force.
-Gen. MacArthur, and many Americans, were proponents of using nuclear force up and down the Chinese coast during the Korean conflict. Truman would have no such talk. Gen. MacArthur was fired. Constitutionally, civilian command of the armed forces was maintained. Truman seems to have uniquely understood the magnitude of nuclear warfare, and how it changed foreign relations and military objectives forever.

And then there was his domestic policy! A staunch supporter of the New Deal and equal civil rights! Health! Education! Welfare! "Give 'em Hell, Harry!" was the battle cry of his re-election campaign against moderate Republican Thomas Dewey in the 1948 campaign that Truman, according to all of the major media and every major poll, was supposed to lose in a landslide. My favorite part of this campaign is that, after receiving the Democratic nomination at about 2:00 in the morning, a week after the Republicans nominated Dewey at their convention and hobbled together their progressive/moderate platform, Truman immediately called an emergency session of Congress back to order, and demanded the Republican majority to make good on their promises of progressive/moderate legislation *right now* - not next year, after the presidential election! Of course the Republicans got nothing progressive done, because they were a bunch of Wall Street conservatives led by Bob Taft, and they were only running Dewey as a popular front. Truman called their bluff, and ran the "whistle-stop" campaign that got out the farm vote in every state, and consequently wound up winning the popular vote by a nice margin, and the electoral vote by a huge landslide. (Oh, also, he won even though the Democratic Party was split *three* ways that year: East Coast liberal Democrat Wallace ran a spolier campaign, and Strom Thurmond and other southern racists split with the Democratic Party over civil rights and ran on the so-called Dixiecrat platform. So all you Al Gore whiners can please shut up about my votes for Ralph Nader! Give 'Em Hell, Harry!)

Okay, that's enough. Go read up on Truman. I love the guy. I'm gonna get a damn Harry Truman tattoo!

Thursday, June 10, 2004

I drove to work in a hungover stupor this morning, my head and stomach aches alleviated only by the pleasure of listening to James Herriot's Dog Stories on tape. This is a fitting selection for reflecting back on my favorite books and authors of my youth. In fact, driving home from work on Tuesday, one of the stories had me in tears. Embarrassing, but there is something pure and lovely about this stuff, and I can no more resist it at 30 than I could at 10.

My only complaint with Dog Stories on tape is that they're abridged, which is why I recommend reading the book, of course...



Wednesday, June 09, 2004

I can't believe I'm 30. Jesus. Is there some kind of a book for this?!
It's my 30th birthday today. I was going to do a 30-year book retrospective for this, but I'm too old and tired to expend all that energy. That's why I'm reading Shape Magazine instead.

Saturday, June 05, 2004

I stayed up till 3 this morning finishing The Mind Game, and I know this sounds like an endorsement, but I wish I'd just gone to bed after part one. This story of a hapless graduate who gets "played" by his professor and girlfriend--after agreeing to have an emotion-detector implanted in his head--was just a little too ridiculous and far-fetched for me to recommend. Yes, I realize that I'm saying this following recommendations for FIVE books about horses, magic, shadow worlds and supernatural beings... Lucky I'm the Webmaster and you're not.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Check out This Is Grand, a collection of short stories about public transportation. It's also my el-stop.
Lunch blog! I finally finished Book 5 of the Amber series, The Courts of Chaos, the night before last at 4 a.m. It's been one of those weeks.

After my glut of fantasy/sci fi, I looked at the stack of books beside my bed and thought, "I've got nothing to read, at least until I realized that this was comparable to a prom queen opening her closet and complaining about having nothing to wear.

So I opened up Tobias Wolff's Old School, a score from Sulzer Library, and so far have found it to be quite enjoyable, despite the absence of monsters, dragons, magic and horses.