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Catching Up with guest Blogger, Steve Head

2012-02-06T09:52:00.001-08:00

Happy new year. Before talking about a wonderful film, I need to do a little housekeeping and report on my 2011 goals. Happily I did finish the second draft of my murder mystery and am taking a breather before the next assault. Unhappily, my plans to lose weight was not successful. So a resolution for 2012 is to exercise more and eat less as well as healthier.

Shortly before the holidays I was able to see Emilio Estevez’s The Way. This is a father-son film, appropriately Emilio is the son and Martin Sheen is the father. In the opening, we learn 40 year old son Emilio has died during a freak accident on the first day of his pilgrimage on El Camino de Santiago from southern France and into northern Spain. This leads widower Sheen to the Pyrenees to identify and claim the remains of his son.

In a flashback we learn on the drive to the airport father does not approve of son’s dropping out of graduate school and going to Europe with an open agenda. When asked why he no longer travels and explores, father replies it is the life he has chosen. Son replies, “You do not chose a life, you live a life.” The weight of this exchange haunts the father who decides to be the legs for his son on the pilgrimage, carrying his ashes in a tin box.

Of course this decision involves obstacles, unexpected side trips, and some funny moments. To give it depth Sheen picks up three companions, each with their own reasons for making the pilgrimage. And did I mention the brilliant scenery we are treated to of the Pyrenees and Spain?

This film could easily have been a gut-wrenching moralizing test of viewer endurance, but it quite the opposite. Sheen’s convincing portrayal and Estevez’s delicate handling of the material makes this a ‘must see’ film. Like many of the books and movies I review, this film is for those able to tolerate cursing and adult themes. Happily there is no graphic violence or nudity. Although there are a few scenes that just might bring a tear or two, so bring some Kleenex.

Beware of the Dragon

2012-01-30T08:06:00.000-08:00

Chinese new year: Dragons in literature quiz

..email me (bdenor@lsol.net) with answers. The most correct wins a grab bag full of neat stuff. Deadline...next Monday! In case of a tie, a random draw will determine the winner. I'm not kidding, there is neat stuff in the grab bag.

China celebrated its new year on Jan 23. We're entering the year of the dragon: one of the most revered years of the Chinese calendar. To celebrate, test your knowledge of literature's finest firebreathers

1. “There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light.” Which dragon?

JRR Tolkien’s Smaug
Ursula Le Guin’s Orm
Robin Hobb’s Tintaglia
The dragon from Beowulf

2. Which colour are the two dragons who fight in front of Vortigern and Merlin in Geoffrey of Monmouth’s The History of the Kings of Britain?

Red and black
Black and white
Red and white
Silver and Gold

3. Who turns into a dragon in CS Lewis’s The Voyage of the Dawn Treader?

Eustace Scrubb

Reepicheep
Caspian
Lucy

4. How are dragons brought back to life in George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series?

Humans are sacrificed by the sinister Red Priest to bring dragons back to the world

Fossilised eggs hatch after lying in a funeral pyre
Life is brought to stone statues of dragons
Lizards are genetically modified to become dragons

5. “Never laugh at live dragons,” says Bilbo Baggins, wisely. But which of the following is not one of JRR Tolkien’s dragons?

Glarung Smaug Ancalagon Erkenbrand

6. What is the point of the dragons in Anne McCaffrey’s Pern series?

They are the only source of fuel for the stranded explorers
They protect the planet from a deadly threat which falls from the skies
Battling and killing a dragon is the ultimate test in young Perneses' journey to manhood
They guard the settlers’ treasures

7. Which author created a world in which dragons begin life as sea serpents?

Robin Hobb
Terry Goodkind
Robert Jordan
Ursula Le Guin

8. Who dreamed up Norwegian Ridgeback and Hungarian Horntailed dragons?

Terry Pratchett
JRR Tolkien
JK Rowling
Cornelia Funke

9. What is the name of the dragon in Christopher Paolini’s bestselling young adult series?

Eragon
Saphira
Icefyre

What am I reading? Obedience by Jacqueline Yallop. I'm only on page 2...so this info is coming from the back cover

"A once bustling convent in the south of France is closing, leaving behind three elderly nuns. Forced, for the first time, to confront the community that she betrayed decades ago, sister Bernard relives her past.

At thirty, sister Bernard can hear the voice of God. when you young Nazi soldier asks her to meet secretly, she agrees. And so begins the horrifying and passionate love affair that will deafen the heavens and define her life, tempting her into duplicity. Obedience is a powerful exploration of one woman's struggle to reconcile her aching need to be loved with her fear of god's wrath."

I'll let you know...cheesy, predictable, or provocative.

2012-01-23T09:02:00.001-08:00

There’s trouble lurking around every bend, down every path, and in every nook and cranny of the palace. Unless audience members attending UW-Manitowoc’s production of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” are willing to help, poor Snow White is destined to spend her life in the forest with “the noisy birds, and lots of icky things.” According to producer, Kathy Palmer, this version of the classic fairy tale relies heavily on audience participation to keep the story moving.”

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs will be presented at

UW-Manitowoc

Thursday, Jan, 26...7:00

With the exception of the dwarfs, three actors take on all the roles needed for the show, often making quick costume and character changes in front of the audience.

Cathi Burish, Riverview Kindergarten Center Principal, plays the evil Queen determined to be the most beautiful woman in the land, promising to “slime” anyone attempting to help Snow White. She transforms herself into a gypsy trinket seller, and an aged apple peddler. Burish has performed in Heart-A-Rama, and numerous other local theatre and music productions.

As the narrator, Keith Shaw sets up the story line for the audience, and leads the children through creative activities as part of the story. With his help, they awaken Snow White who falls asleep and rattles the windows with her snoring, and warn Snow White of impending dangers. Keith morphs into the mirror’s reflection, and the huntsman who must do the Queen’s bidding or else. When an Italian Prince rides in on his trusty steed to insure a happily-ever-after ending, that’s Keith as well.

Keith Shaw, seasoned theatre veteran, is back on the boards after a successful career as principal of Lincoln High School. Shaw is best known for his recurring role as Eddie in the Historic Forst Inn’s popular musical “Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up.” His skills as a quick costume change artist were honed in “Greater Tuna,” in which he was challenged to play nine different characters, each with a distinct look and persona.

Corrie Skubal, Riverview School family liaison educator, plays the title role of Snow White. Skubal’s Snow White is a bit funky, with a colorful wardrobe, and a spirit to match. “It’s Snow White’s good heart that makes everyone want to protect her,” commented Skubal. In fact, the entire audience must help hide Snow White when the Queen learns that she is safe and happy living in the forest. Skubal has performed with Masquers, and Heart-A-Rama where, coincidentally, she played Snowy in a twisted re-telling of the familiar tale.

The story would not be complete without the other title characters – seven dwarfs. Keith Shaw plays the lead dwarf, and the remaining six will be chosen at random from the audience. The six will be on stage for nearly half of the show, and interact with all three characters.

According to Palmer, “The non-traditional staging and whimsical approach to the story, and characters freshens up this favorite fairy tale.” Palmer has produced numerous children’s plays and musicals, earning her audience favorite recognition for her quirky portrayals in several of those productions.

“In a show like this, I like to keep things simple”, explained Bev Denor, director. “The simplicity keeps kids focused on the story, and also shows them how easy it is to create pieces for their own backyard productions.”

Madeline Hansen is student director. Maddie has been on hand to help with several shows produced through the Continuing Education Department at UW-Manitowoc. She performed in that group’s all-student musical, ‘Really Rosie” and has participated in theatre at Lincoln High School under the direction of Bill Hansen.

Chris Lochmann provided construction assistance, and Pat Smith is lighting and sound designer.

Bev Denor has directed locally for a number of groups including Heart-A-Rama, Masquers, the Historic Forst Inn, Silver Lake College, The Children’s Center of the Arts, and LaDeDa’s Three-Dollar Theatre. Along with Kevin Hansen, she co-founded the travelling improv troupe, Bad Timing. She has taught theatre at Valders High School and UW-Manitowoc in addition to directing plays through the Continuing Education Department at UW-Manitowoc including “The Taffeta's,” “ A Taffeta Christmas,” and “Honky Tonk Angels”.

Tickets are $5 for adults and $2 for children. They will be available at the door the night of the show. For more information, call Kathy Palmer at 683.4702.

The Joy of Books

2012-01-16T08:14:00.000-08:00

Today is Dr. Martin Luther King Day...a day of service. After you enjoy the funky dancing books video, go out and do something nice...just because. If you don't have time today, find time tomorrow, or the next day...better yet...find time today, tomorrow, the next day.....

What you do doesn't have to be big, life-changing, or time consuming. With so many people locally facing a job crisis, often leading to financial insecurity, helping may seem futile. True, we may not be able to change their circumstances but, we never know what impact a simple gesture can have. Now, I'm not going all Oprah on you, but once in a while I receive a perfectly timed message from someone , so I can attest that a small action at the right time is very powerful.

In general, I'm a grumpy pragmatist, steering clear of the live-your-bliss acolytes. But, I do have some peeves that unnerve me because they do nothing to better the world, or those around us. First, smart, selfish people annoy me. I figure, if you have some brainpower, you ought to share it. Whether you're a scientist or an artist, sometimes we just have to give of our skills and ask nothing in return.

Second on my list are wealthy, self-absorbed people. You know them. They are the people who give and give and give...and announce it every chance they get. Their giving may be charity, but their actions are not charitable.

Then there are talented, lazy people. That's simply a very personal one because I have always searched for something I can do well, but apparently am destined to live in the land of mediocrity. Utilizing a talent is hard work, but what a WOW! it offers when those talents are shared. I know too many people who have amazing skill sets, but are highly unmotivated. Give me an ounce of that talent, will you?!

My final pet peeve is all too common, and eliminating this one on all levels would just make everyone happier. Nastiness. There are way too many people who think they can snap, belittle, gossip, and name call, but then negate it all by doing or saying something nice. Well, that doesn't work.

So, in my perfect world, these habits would not exist. If we can clear our lives of judgement, ego, selfishness, and laziness, we would be living in a service centered culture. Hmmm...I am happy to say that none of my friends fall into the pet peeve pitfalls mentioned above. They are all generous, talented, kind, happy people for whom every day is day of service.

So, thanks for getting to the bottom of this purge. Go ahead, consider that your service for the day, but I know you'll find something even more important to do!

*****What am I reading? The Hunger Games...for the second time. I am baffled by the popularity of a book about kids killing kids. Maybe my book discussion group can help me with that.

We Couldn't be Happier!

2012-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00

Like everyone else, I am surprised to see that 2012 has arrived. In retail, October through December are a blur, and while those months, and those sales are so important, I enjoy the rhythms of the remaining months much better.

With the growth of internet sales and e-readers, more and more people ask how we're doing. My favorite question has been "I know so many people who got Kindles. What will you do?" Well, I didn't know I was expected to do anything. I hear that someone even chastised Kindles buyers on Facebook, saying they were affecting my business. While I appreciate the shout out of support, I am hoping that post does not begin a flurry of unfounded speculation.

The fact is, we had a great 2011, and are looking forward to 2012 and many years beyond. Of course, the foundation of our stability is our customers, who for 15 years keep opening our doors, often to buy books, and sometime just to stop in to say "Hello." Either way, we are grateful, and happy to be the kind of shop where we know people's names, their kids' and pets' names, as well as preferred book genre and coffee drink.

Terri, Debbie, Matt (and always in our hearts - Jenny, Brendo, Jacque, and Emily) bring loyalty, kindness, and knowledge to work with them, and have never ever suggested that the meagre wages, and varied responsibilities of a bookstore employee just don't cut it for them. Chris keeps our computers running smoothly, and his patience has helped me overcome tons of keyboard phobia. It is hard for me to think of myself as their employer. When we first opened, my accountant and business consultant warned me against hiring friends, but that philosophy hasn't been comfortable or successful for me. Maybe I just have nicer, more reliable friends that other employers!

Realistically, I understand that the publishing industry is changing. I am keeping an eye on those changes, and making subtle adjustments. Stats from professional bookselling organizations tell us that 80% of the books sold nationwide are still traditional paper copies. My guess is that percentage is higher in Manitowoc. When we first opened, 15 years ago, I learned early never to become too over-confident, or too smug. There was a gift shop next to us that had constant traffic. Traffic I envied. But, one Sunday, the owner closed its doors in the middle of the day, never to return...leaving inventory to the bank. We were sad to see it go, but it was a lesson I took to heart, and have not taken my eye off our business for a single day since then.

So, that's a sort of "State of the Store" report for you. I look forward to 2012...meeting new people, staying in touch with others, and opening boxes and boxes of books as they arrive at our back door.

*****What am I reading? I'm in swashbuckling mode...just finished The Man in the Iron Mask and decided to backtrack and read The Three Musketeers. After that, if I haven't burnt out...perhaps Kidnapped or Treasure Island.

Children Go Where I Send Thee by Tennessee Ernie Ford

2011-12-17T12:40:00.000-08:00

Happy Holidays

We're closed on Monday, December 26, so before signing off for a few days, I'd like to share one of my favorite holiday stories with you.

A few years back, my friend Margarette, her husband, Brian, and son, Henry, came over for dinner on Christmas Eve. You've heard stories before about my grumpy dog, but on this night, GB was in amped up spirits, and picked a huge fight with Margarette. No one else seemed to trouble her, but for some reason, Margarette got on the dog's nerves, and there was no end to the harassment. Margarette, quite a dog lover, tried everything. GB refused to be held. She balked at playing fetch. She ignored my loud demands for silence. I tired in vain to catch her in order to quarantine her to a bathroom.

Finally, in desperation,. I had the bright idea to reward GB's bad behavior with a treat. Make sense, right? And even better, if Margarette gave it to her, a Christmas miracle would surely occur. GB would become a gracious companion for the night, curling up at Margarette's feet, and occasionally asking for a simple scratch behind her ears.

I chose an extra special treat. Not your run-of-the-mill biscuit, chew stick or beef jerky. Nope. this situation called for something big...the peanut butter sucker! This concoction has an inch square of peanut butter that has somehow been solidified to a solid clay-like mixture, with a chew stick stuck up the center.

"Here," I said, handing the unwrapped goodness to Margarette. "Try this." And she did. Margarette took a nice big bite while GB and the rest of us looked on puzzled and amused. Margarette is one of my most intelligent friends - actually she's over the top brilliant - so...what little hiccup happened on Christmas night that prompted her to eat dog food, I'll never know. Nevertheless, thank you Margarette. I still get a good belly laugh every time I think about you and your oh so exotic appetizer!

Stay tuned. I'll be back in 2012.

Where's the snow?

2011-12-12T09:43:00.000-08:00

I'm dreaming of a White Christmas...followed immediatly by a beautiful spring!

Trailer for Deepa Mehta's OSCAR-nominated film WATER

2011-12-05T08:43:00.000-08:00

My book group chose to watch the movie Water for our December meeting. I use the word "chose" with a bit of guilt, since I have been pushing this film for several years now, and I think that everyone was either worn down by my constant pressure, or they decided I needed an early Christmas gift.

Because I saw it many years ago, after reading the book by the same name, I forgot it is in subtitles, something I don't care for, and something that is appreciated very little by several others in the group. But, I am hoping that the message, the intensity, and the ironic beauty of the film outweigh the incovenience of the format.

Chuyia is a young girl, about nine, when she is given in marriage. Unfortunately, her husband dies shortly after, and this bad karma, lands her in a widow's home. The house mother is slovenly, bitter, lazy, and unkind. She presides over all ashram actions, including the decision to pimp a young, beautiful widow out in order to bring in more money for the home. Chuyia believes that she will return to her parents someday , but we learn from a holy man, that child marriages are a financial matter. Getting rid of a young girl makes room in the household, and saves money on the four saris that a girl is given throughout her life.

Sounds bleak, but yuou will find Chuyia engaging and resiliant. I was amazed how much injustice a person can endure when there is support, understanding and hope. The beautiful scenery contrasts with the hollowness of the women's lives. There is much to be learned from Water.

This moving story will stick with you for a long time. It is part of a trilogy of films, the others being Fire and Earth.

Thank you for not being this shopper!

Some 24% of people who bought books online said they had looked at the book in a bookstore first and 39% of people who bought books from Amazon said they had looked at the book in a bookstore first, according to a survey conducted by Codex Group and quoted by the New York Times.

Many indie bookstores are combating this behavior by guilting customers with a sign reading "See it here. Buy it here. Keep us here."

Midwife of Venice

2011-11-28T09:29:00.000-08:00

Critics are comparing The Midwife of Venice to The Red Tent and The People of the Book. While I find the book fascinating, I don't find it as developed as the other two. But, it sort of taps into many of the main themes in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, which I always enjoyed teaching.

Hannah Levi is renowned for her gift of coaxing reluctant babies from their mothers' using her secret "birthing spoons." When a rich Count begs her to attend his dying wife and save their unborn son, Hannah is torn. A Papal edict forbids Jews from giving medical treatment to Christians, but he offers her a sum of money that will allow her to buy her husband out of slavery. She becomes entangled in the Counts' family rivalry which endangers the life of the child she saved.

As far as historical fiction goes, this book is rather lightweight, but, face it, with the holidays kicking up their happy heels, this is perfect reading for me. The author does an excellent job detailing Jewish laws that result in many inner conflicts that Hannah must resolve.

This book is set for release in February and would make a great book discussion title.

My big excitement over the weekend was visiting my friend Sherri's annual Christmas extravaganza. She starts decorating her house in June! Really. Every inch of her house, including her kids' bedrooms, are filled with cheer...lights, ornaments, pillows, candy, tree skirts and cheer. Now, the tree skirt comment may seem absurd, but, if you stop in the store when Debbie or Matt is working, they will confirm. Sherri has...ohhh...easily 500 tree skirts....and she gives the tour of her lavishly decorated home decked out for Christmas in...you guessed it... a tree skirt!

Sherri has been decorating her house effusively for more years than I can count, and each year she invites friends in for a tour. I can't possibly begin to explain how over the top and happy this all is, so each year I try to take a few friends along. Last weekend, both Debbie and Matt said that I had not even come close to preparing them for the mayhem of color and visual eccentricities. I took a few pictures and if any show off the true spirit of Sherri and her home, I'll post them. If any of you know the lovely Rhonda from Heart-A-Rama, you will be delighted to learn that Sherri is her sister. All the girls in that family are so unique. Sherri has a Goldi Hawn vibe about her. Maybe next year you can come along!

My Cranky Thanksgiving Note

2011-11-21T09:27:00.000-08:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

You all know me pretty well - testy, cantankerous, hard-boiled, sardonic, critical - yup, that's me, and more! So, since those are my primary personality traits, I am also guessing that you all don't know how much I value you, and how many times I smile and laugh because of you. You don't know how often a comment you made comes drifting back to me, giving me food for thought, and an opportunity to look at something in a new way. You might not see the awe I hold inside for your talents, or understand the respect I have for your intelligence. You inspire me to be a better person, or at least to aspire to be the kind of person you will keep in your life despite those aforementioned character flaws. I am grateful for your friendship.

Now go eat some turkey.

Dogs and Distractions

2011-11-12T08:45:00.000-08:00

On Friday night, I must bravely face the other members of my book discussion group, and tell than that I did not finish A Dog's Purpose. I have read enough reviews of this book to know that my theory holds true: dog on cover = great sadness. I have found an endless string of diversions conveniently drawing me away from turning those pages. I have cleaned cupboards, and rugs, rearranged furniture, planned Thanksgiving dinner, bought and returned some display units from a closing retail store, worked our Heart-A-Rama script to death. This week I will bravely head into the basement, both at home and at the store. to tackle the growing mounds of general junque. Nope. No way will I finish the book by Friday night.

The most compelling distraction has been The Lost City of Z, a book I've been meaning to read for a long time. There's no time like the present, right? Z was (is?) a fabled civilization in the Amazon jungle. In 1925, British explorer Percy Fawcett and his 21 year old son went in search of the legendary city, and never returned. During the first months of their exploration, they sent numerous telegrams home, logging their whereabouts. The final telegram said they would be venturing into the deepest part of the journey,. and would most likely be unable to communicate for about year. They were never heard from again.

The two became fodder for all sorts of speculation, and all types of stories of their expedition surfaced, including several comic books. What happened to them? Were they captured? Did they contract a fever and die? Or, did they discover Z, fall in love with it and decide to stay?

Over the years, numerous expeditions set out to find some trace of the Fawcett party with no success. As a matter of fact, some of the subsequent explorers also vanished. This book details yet another group attempting to research and recreated Fawcett's travels.

That's as far as I am. The contrasts of Africa have always facinated me. The jungle, so lush and beautiful, holds so many secrets. Although we learn more about the continent each year, the densest parts continue to be populated by family groups and tribes far removed from civilisation. Areas swept by warm subtle breezes, exotic fragrances and the melodic animal conversation can also be deadly. I guess all the Tarzan movies I watched as a kid piqued my interest and, since I will never travel to Africa...way too hot and scary...books on the subject are a nice alternative.

*****Hey! A great big wave to our girl, Jordan Ridnour. She spent far too many of her young years battling and beating cancer. She was recently chosen to be a Kid Captain at an Iowa football game and take part in the opening coin toss. Jordan even got to wear a headset which is way cool!

*****Congratulations go out to Dr. Matt Campbell, HFMMC surgeon and friend, for being named one of Sail's 15 outstanding citizens. Matt recently returned from Ethiopia where he performed numerous mastectomies, gall bladder surgeries, and did some teaching in a village hospital. He is currently putting together a group of local doctors, dentists, and nurses to take to Bolivia in spring. These are the people who deserve our admiration and our thanks. These are the people who never stand up and say "Look at me." They simply see what needs to be done and they do it. I often think that the people who blow their horns the loudest have the least to blow them about. I am happy that we have pockets of people like Matt and his colleagues in Manitowoc, so why don't you all just send him a little note of appreciation?

More congratulations....Our Jacque Miller has passed the bar! Our Jacque Miller is a full fledged attorney! Way to go, Jacque. What's next? (Come on, I know you always have another plan in the works. Spill it!)

Emily Trask just finished starring as Miranda in Shakespear's stormy play, The Tempest. She recently returned to Wisconsin to ply Fred's wife, and a bag lady in the Milwaukee Rep's always stunning version of A Christmas Carol. The plays at the historic Pabst Theatre and tickets are on sale now. Go if you can.

What am I reading? Silly question...A Dog's Purpose, of course!

OOPS!

2011-11-07T08:09:00.000-08:00

THE DORK REPORT

Edition 1 volume 1

Many more to come, I am sure!

Your read correctly, it's time for the first Dork Report. I will be the first to admit there were plenty of opportunities to relay such reports in the past, but this incident called for special attention since the egregious occurrence seems to be perpetrated at another's hand. However, I can't lie to you, it was all my fault.

If you are one of the five or six people who read my first Sunday of the month column in the Herald Times Reporter, something in yesterday's offering might have rung a tiny bell. That's because it was my November 2010 column! When I sent it over to Ben, I selected the wrong file. I guess they have come to trust me enough to just print what I send with no editing. Something tells me that might change now.

So, don't go blaming Ben. He's a good guy, and the HTR is painfully understaffed. They do their best, and sometimes fill in the blank spaces with sub-standard work like mine.

I'm not sure when they will run the correct column. I have begun alternating months with Cherilyn Stewart, the Director of the Manitowoc Public Library. It saves time for both of us, but continues to get the word out concerning the local reading scene.

If you're interested, I have included the article that should have run. Ben may save it for January, at which point I hope to convince him that, if he must use my picture with the article, that we find a more current one. I have had two different sets of glasses since that picture was taken, and my current frames are now three years old...so that tells you way too much, correct?

By this time you're all thinking "What a dork," but I beat you to it, didn't I?

Here's the article:

Every morning, upon opening my email, I find a newsletter from the fine folks at Shelf Awareness. For anyone into books, this one-stop source gathers info on up and coming authors and titles, as well as teaser chapters from yet to be published books.

My favorite newsletter feature is a column called “The Book Brahmin”, posing a set of questions to a writer, illustrator, book editor or other individual involved in publishing. The column title references a group of 19th century writers who, taking their name from the highest level in India’s caste system, called themselves the New England Brahmans. These writers, associated with Harvard and Cambridge, included Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Holmes, and Bronson Alcott. Along with their nature loving, politically activists peers, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Henry David Thoreau, the Brahmins ushered in the Transcendental movement Their works continue planting seeds of non-conformity in the minds of high school American literature students

That might all sound dry, and boring, but, really, the column is lively and revealing. Since my drop-in visits to the HTR began about two years ago, people often approach me randomly to talk about what they’re reading. People love to share their thought on books. These discussions invariably end with a flurry of questions about my favorites. That got me thinking about the “Book Brahmin” questions, and so, with the permission of my friend, Marilyn Dahl, Book Review Editor at Shelf Awareness, I decided to put myself in the Brahmin hot seat.

Here goes:

What’s on your nightstand right now? Scattered about my home, you’ll find The Tower, the Zoo, and the Tortoise, a whimsical British book about an inept Beefeater and 128 year old tortoise named Mrs. Cook. I’m also working on Sacre Bleu an advance reader copy of Christopher Moore’s offbeat interpretation of what caused Van Gogh’s death. You’ll always find a David Sedaris and a Garrison Keillor lying about, as well as a new addition to the ever -on- hand catalogue, a sturdy 1925 edition of Little Pictorial Lives of the Saints.

Have you ever faked reading a book? Oh goodness, true confession time. Yes, I faked reading The Scarlet Letter...twice! I even wrote an essay or two about this unread novel. Ironic, isn’t it? Such a grand deception about a book warning of the effects of sin and guilt. However, I redeemed myself by reading (and enjoying) just about every Hawthorne short story Hawthorne ever wrote.

Ever bought a book for the cover? In fact, I just bought and read The Family Fang for that reason. I couldn’t resist the family portrait – nerdy dad, Lisa Loeb look-alike mom, and two kids wearing Commedia dell'arte masks. The engaging, and somewhat twisted, story of a family who staged “happenings” in pre-flash mob days balances the good with the bad about growing up surrounded by unchecked creativity.

Is there a book that changed your life? In 9th grade, I read Manchild in the Promised Land by Charles Brown’, chronicling his coming of age amidst poverty and violence in Harlem. It’s the first time I fully understood that not everyone was as fortunate and as happy as I was. That’s a huge discovery.

Favorite line from a book? That’s easy. “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.” That’s from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Everyone ought to read that book.

Want to step into the witness stand and be my next Book Brahmin? Email me at bdenor @ lsol.net, and we’ll get started.

American Boy...Guest blogger Steve Head

2011-10-31T08:49:00.000-07:00

As revealed in an earlier entry, I stopped by LaDeDa recently. To call my time in Manitowoc a visit would be an overstatement. It was more like a hit-and-run. Before I could dash to my next location our hostess of books asked me three times if I wanted to read Larry Watson’s newest book, American Boy. Her final query included the fact Watson had written Montana 1948. This tidbit was the tipping point and I left with Watson among my take-aways.

American Boy is told in first-person by Matthew Garth, a high school senior only child of a single mother, set in Willow Falls, Minnesota. Matt’s best friend is Johnny Dunbar, oldest child of Dr. & Mrs. Dunbar, where he is enjoying Thanksgiving Dinner in 1962. Before the night is over a young woman is brought into the Dunbar home, the victim of a gunshot wound inflicted by her loser boyfriend.

Dr. Dunbar allows the boys to watch as he treats the girl, exposing her midriff where the bullet traversed just below the surface. Matt is smitten with this slightly older girl who was “pretty in a way unfamiliar to most of us.” Since she has no family to go to the Dunbar’s take her in and she eventually becomes the doctor’s office assistant.

You have probably guessed where this is going. Two boys. An older girl. Trying to impress the girl. Pushing and pulling to define relationships. By Christmas we witness Matthew operating as an adult, paying the personal price for this growth.

If you are a fan of coming-of-age books I recommend American Boy highly. Even if you are not, Watson is a fine writer and storyteller. Support local writers. Larry Watson lives in Milwaukee. And support your independent book seller.

*******Thanks Steve. "Hostess of books"....funny!

For those of you wondering which book won the great Torn Between Two Covers battle, here's your answer: The Tower, The Zoo, and the Tortoise. The Washington Post called this book "satisfying and heartwarming," and People magazine said "...this book will steal your heart." I agree! More next week.

Two Books and One Big Problem

2011-10-17T08:58:00.000-07:00

Last week, I ignored my number one never-to-be-broken reading rule and started two books on the same day. Being on the negative end of the multi-tasking capability scale, I have no excuse for what I did, and now I find myself in a bit of a quagmire. How big is that quagmire? Well, now I am stuck...torn between two covers (bad pun, but this seems like it is shaping up to be one of those awkward stream-of-consciousness pieces). Want to know what happens when I start a new project before I totally complete another? Come to my house and check out my Heart-A-Rama piles from last May. I brought the bags of costumes and other assorted accouterments home, set them down...binders in the dining room, stuffed garbage bags in the bedroom, and there they remain, because I got sidetracked by another great opportunity.

Now I find myself with a huge decision, my peace of mind, and the future of my reading comfort hinging on the outcome. Which book do I continue reading? Will I have to start all over to get reacquainted with the characters and the plot? And what about the book I dismiss? Will I return to it at some point, or will it forever be forgotten, pushed aside and left to rot like a partially eaten banana that looked good when first peeled? Speaking of rot, that last metaphor stunk, didn't it?

What the heck, maybe telling you a little about the two books causing me such angst will help guide my decision. First, there's The Tower, the Zoo and the Tortoise. Being a sucker for quirky British stories...Sue Townsend being my favorite quirky Brit - I knew this would give me a few chuckles. Balthazar Jones lives in the Tower of London. He is a Beefeater, and has an unusual hobby that drives his wife batty; he collects rain. Balthazar is also charged with creating a zoo to house the exotic animals the Queen has been gifted, but he isn't quite up to the task. You gotta love a book book that includes seven ravens and a one-hundred and eighty-one year old tortoise named Mrs. Cook as major characters.

That's book #1. About thirty pages into it, I received a signed ARC (advance reading copy) of Christopher Moore's book, set for April 2012 publication, Sacre Bleu. Moore makes me laugh even though I don't always understand his esoteric references. He get irreverent at times, as he does in Lamb, the story Jesus' teen years wandering and doing boy stuff with his best friend, Biff. Moore gets outrageously bawdy in Fool, a re-telling of Shakespeare's King Lear. But that's OK with me. The guy is smart, and I enjoy his smartness all tangled in ways that are unexpectd and obtuse.

There's a surprise on each page, along with something to be learned, and, I assume, a lot of fictional history. Sacre Bleu opens on the day of Vincent Van Gogh's suicide, or was it a murder? The premise is intriguing, and the disjointed group of characters have me wondering just how they will all fit together. I know that Henri Toulouse-Lautrec wanders into the picture at some point.

Well, that's where I'm at. It would cost me nothing to abandon either book since I have barely broken the binding on either. But, both plots are calling. Oh, what to do? Today, I will dwell. I will evaluate. I will pace, ponder and obsess. I have set a goal. By 4 pm today, I will screw my courage to the sticking point (what did Lady Macbeth mean by that anyway?) and bravely set one book aside, out of sight, and commit to either Balthazar and the bully ravens, or return to the cornfield to uncover the truth behind Van Gogh's untimely death.

Or, maybe I could store my Heart-A-Rama gear. But then again, why bother, HAR 2012 is right around the corner.

*******If you have some time, check out the table setting exhibit at the Rahr West. Neat-O!

The Tortoise and the Artist...Where did my post go?

2011-10-11T11:11:00.000-07:00

honestly...I really did write a post this week, and I was happy with it, unike several of the past entries. ut, where has it gone?

No time to re-do right now! GRRRRRRR.

Movies, Books, and More

2011-10-03T08:11:00.000-07:00

August was Night of the Stars month on Turner Classic Movies (TCM) and mid-month they featured Joanne Woodward, wife of Paul Newmann. Although both are deceased I’ve always been a fan of both and took the time to watch The Drowning Pool. This was a follow-up to Harper, with Newmann in the lead role. And both are based on the Lew Archer novels by Ross Macdonald. TCM explained Newmann wanted to keep the "H" theme going given his success in The Hustler and Hud.

Drowning Pool, released in 1976, was possibly the first film to include the annoying buzzing sound when your seat belt is not engaged. Harper was able to do what everyone at the time wished they could do, make it go away without buckling up. Since I had never read the novel it seemed appropriate to see how Hollywood changed the original 1950 book.

Besides altering Archer’s name they moved the location to New Orleans, away from Quinto in the Nopal Valley. Like Archer’s home base of Santa Teresa, theses locations cannot be found on any map of California. The film also included a previous romanatic relationship between the detective and the client, missing from the novel. But there is something in the book the movie will never capture, and that is Macdonald’s style, like his introduction of the client.

If you didn’t look at her face she was less than thirty, quick-bodied and slim as a girl. Her clothing drew attention to the fact: a tailored sharkskin suit and high heels that tensed her nylon-shadowed calves. But there was a pull of worry around her eyes and drawing at her mouth. The eyes were deep blue, with a sort of double vision. They saw you clearly, took you in completely, and at the same time looked beyond you. They had years to look back on, and more things to see in the years than a girl’s eyes had. About thirty-five, I thought, and still in the running.

Or a personal recollection.

…For the nephew of a lord he was very obliging. I myself was the nephew of my late Uncle Jake, who once went fifteen rounds with Gunboat Smith, to no decision.

I tried to remember what my Uncle Jake looked like. I could remember the smell of him, compounded of bay rum, hair oil, strong clean masculine sweat and good tobacco, and the taste of the dark chocolate cigarettes he brought me the day my father took me to San Francisco for the first time; but I couldn’t remember his face. My mother never kept his pictures, because she was ashamed to have a professional fighter in the family.

And lastly, the proprietor of a restaurant and lounge.

Dennis’s Hunt Club was dim and chilly and crowded. Indirect lights shone with discretion on polished brass and wood, on polished plates and highly polished faces. The photographs that lined the paneled walls were signed by all the big names and the names that had once been big. Dennis himself was near the door, a gray-haired man wearing undertaker’s clothes, clown’s nose, financier’s mouth. He was talking with an air of elegant condescension to one of the names that had once been big. The fading name glanced at me from under his fine plucked eyebrows. No competition. He registered relief and condescension.

MacDonald is known for having introduced psychology to the hard-boiled detective novel. But his descriptions, observations, and recollections grab you by the collar and make you see and feel what he’s looking at. That is what keeps me turning the pages.

There are more than 20 Archer novels. The early works are not as polished as Drowning Pool, and the later books have a repetitive feel to them. But on a lightning-filled night when the power goes out I’m only too happy to light the oil lamp, or the battery powered reading light, and entered the world of Ross MacDonald’s Lew Archer.

*********A few words from me.

Hey, guest blogger, Steve, was in town last week and stopped for a visit. He is a neat guy and I wish you all could meet him. OOPS. I guess I forgot to take a current picture. Looks like the mystery of his true identity will linger longer.

The Minneapolis Trade show was uneventful...unless you count my falling into a ditch outside the Guthrie Theatre. I'm not sure how much of that humiliating experience I want to commit to cyberspace, but let me add that the words "alien abduction" come into play.

I have meant to take back my ugliness concerning Cormac McCarthy's The Road. No, I didn't like the story one little bit. But, the writing, the intensity, and the provocative issues will stick with me, and I will be an advocate for this book in the future.

Not much else happening today. Matt and I are attempting the big fall store jumble...moving shelves and generally assessing what we have and what we need. Of cours, Matt has volunteered to move things while I direct traffic. I have already warned him that by the end of the day, he could be shoving all shelves to their original spots, and may be plotting retaliation schemes. We will see.

See you next week.

The Family Fang

2011-09-19T08:45:00.000-07:00

Have you ever bought a book based solely on the cover, or the title? Well, that's exactly what I did with this book...both the title and cover called, and won! Come on, just look at those proper, but oddly anachronistic parents. And what's up with the masked kids?

The Fangs are performance artists, and their guerrilla stunts get more and more involved as the book progresses. Chapters alternate between descriptions of the flash events which happened in the past, and current events in the now adult children's lives. The parents, Camille and Caleb, spend their free time developing scenarios that utilize the innocence, and show stopping talents of their kids. At one point, they print hundreds of fake "Free Chicken Sandwich" coupons, embedding the logo of a fast food outlet in a mall food court. Buster and Annie pass out hundreds, while mom and dad linger near the the restaurant, video camera loaded and ready to film the chaos when the food stand is rushed by hungry shoppers.

At another point, they dress Buster up as a kiddie pageant contestant. He is resistant to the gown and make-up, but after a heavy duty guilt trip, he agrees. Buster perfects the wave, the walk, and the smile. In the event that he wins, Buster has a prepared speech about the stupidity and sexism of child beauty contests. He will toss his crown into the audience, resume his boyish swagger and exit. But, much to his parents' surprise, the plan backfires; I won't spoil that for you.

Both kids have adult troubles, possibly connected to their theatrical childhoods, but that isn't clear to me yet. Because I'm only at the halfway point, I haven't decided if I like Camille and Caleb or not. That will probably be based on how everything turns out for the kids. Buster has lost a tooth, and part of his face from a potato gun stunt gone bad, and Annie has posted revealing photos on the internet in an attempt to advance her B movie career. For a while, they have been living independent, adult lives away from home, but, I just reached the part where both "kids" have moved back home. I'm guessing the performance hi-jinks will resume shortly, and I can't wait.

This books if fun, quirky, fast paced, and Ann Patchett called it "genius." You can't find a better endorsement than that, can you?

***Well, I head to Minneapolis on Thursday for my big trade show. I been hoarding a Steve blog for next Monday. You will appreciate that far more than any attempt I would make at being coherent after a long weekend away from home.

Thanks for stopping by.

9/11

2011-09-12T09:16:00.000-07:00

Our principal came on the P.A., interrupting classes. His voice was shaky, hesitant. Then we heard what sounded like crying. For what seemed the longest time, we didn't know if he was even going to speak. Finally, he chocked out these words, "America is under attack."

The words didn't register. Under attack? Why? Where? Do we need to do something? I turned on my classroom TV just as the second plane hit. For most of the morning, classes came and went...all silently engaged, and trying to process the movie-like images.

While we watched from the safety of our classroom, the students and staff at Stuyvesant High School, four block from Ground Zero watched too. But their watch was different. Everything about their lives changed that day...the certainty of a future erased.

In 2002, the group that witnessed first hand, minute by minute, the evil that unfolded, stood on a stage and recounted history. They saw what we did not see. They felt what we all felt, but to a magnified degree.

with their eyes is the collection of monologues shared by students, teachers, officer workers, janitors...united forever by the events of September 11. These are voices of fear, shock,pain, confusion, and eventually - hope, belief, faith and patriotism. Every one is moving and memorable. One of the opening memories is shared by a student standing at a window with a friend. She is acutely aware that her friend's mother works in the World Trade Center and that, together, they are most likely witnessing her death. It doesn't get much more powerful that than, does it?

For weeks following 9/11, we were all a bit more careful with one another, more aware, more gentle. But, as normalcy slowly returned, many of us picked up the pace of our lives again, filling our calendars with obligations and events, falling away from those short lived patterns of greeting strangers, connecting and re-connecting with who and what is truly meaningful. I did not watch much of the coverage this past weekend. Too sad for me. The reminder of a day and lives not to be forgotten were enough to send me back in time 10 years, when I finally understood what is really important in my life.

*****On a lighter note...how about that Garth Neustadter! An Emmy! Much deserved!

Pleasant Surprises and a Couple Books

2011-08-29T12:10:00.000-07:00

Life doesn't get much sweeter than this! Emily dropped by to visit a week or so ago...after graduating from Yale with her MFA, and before moving to NYC to begin her acting career in earnest. I quickly called Terri and her about ET's visit. She rushed over. And, to make things even better, she brought Jose, the world's most wonderful dog.
It didn't end there, though. No siree. Brendo was in town for a baby shower, and she stopped in. So, there they are...Brendo, Emily, Jose and Terri. I can't tell you want we talked about, but I know we laughed, and were happy.

Every week I receive a computer update on what's happening in the world of independent book selling. The picture is grim. At least 50% of these updates include news of an indie closing. The reasons range from economic, to retirement, to just plain tired. When I read these sad reports, I am humbled, and reminded that, in addition to loyal customers, LaDeDa is still here after fifteen years because of employees like the three you see above. I won't bore you with economic details of book selling as opposed to selling gifty items such as plush duckies in bonnets, but the margins are lighter, and those of us who work here do so for reasons that can hardly be considered financial.

I am fortunate in so many respects. I know that. Working with good people, good friends and good books is a comforting combination, and makes every day better than the day before. OK, I have to stop this...I may be blowing my cover as a twisted, hard-a#*, no-good, cranky, cold -blooded curmudgeon.

***This is Trixie. She stops by from time to time with her buddy, Wayne. Trixie comes in and heads right to my office where she knows the treats are stored. No time to stop and say hello. After her treat, she wanders behind the desk, and leans up against me for a nice, long belly rub. Wayne, who knows something about everything...in fascinating detail...generally settles in for a long chat. Trixie explores, greets customers, and eventually sprawls out for a bit of a snooze. It seems that everyone has a dog that likes me more than my own dog does, but that's another story!

What am I reading? Well, this weekend's book was far better than the last one. A Secret Kept is by the author of Sarah's Key, a powerful account a young girl's attempt to save her brother from the Nazi's in France. That book, too, focuses on a paralyzing secret, so it appears as if De Rosnay has a theme going.

This new book deals with a taboo family issue that resurfaces after a near fatal car crash following two siblings' visit to their childhood home.

Other than the annoying French phrases sprinkled throughout, and a tiny bit of melodrama...this is good stuff.

I am also reading The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. It is grim, but so beautifully written. A father and son are doing their best to stay alive in a world that has been devastated by some sort of catastrophe. Their lives are in danger every moment, and yet they hang on to the hope that they will reach a safe oasis. I think that won't happen. I know I am supposed to come away with some grand thought about strength, and resilience in the face of overwhelming devastation. How would I function - I suppose that is what I am to ponder but all I can come with so far is anger that Cormac McCarthy is antagonizing me, and others in my book group, with his agnostic philosophy, and making us all sad.

But, one reason I enjoy our book group so much is that I always come away with a variety of perspectives on the book we have chosen to read. We'll see what happens with this one.

Hey!

Next Monday, relax.

Tear up that to-do list.

Don't work.

Enjoy the day.

Thanks for stopping by.

Man of God, Son of Thunder by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-08-17T01:26:00.000-07:00

Yet another chapter from "Steve, You're Reading my Mind." Last weekend, I watched the first two episodes of "Big Love" the curious, sometimes funny, but always intriguing HBO series about a polygamist family. but, I guess with the Warren Jeffs trial just ending, this subject is on many minds.

Thanks Steve!

In the spring of 1978 I accepted a job with the Utah State Historical Society under the CETA program. Comprehensive Employment & Training Act. That was back when politicians thought doing what is best for the people was more important than party and special interests. But I digress. One of the items in their collection was a large, 4' by 8' or bigger, portrait of Mormon wild man Orrin Porter Rockwell. As I recall he has guns out and wind is whipping his long coat. Impressive.

Up until that point my only knowledge of Porter Rockwell was as a restaurant in Salt Lake. They also had a private club named DB Cooper. The cult of personality was alive even back then but the person had to have more talent than a big behind or a pretty face. The portrait made me curious about Rockwell, enough to discover there was a biography of the man.

With retirement I've been trying to cross a few things off my bucket list and one of them is reading the Harold Schindler bio of OPR, with the secondary title of Man of God, Son of Thunder. What I discovered was a combination biography and early history of the Latter Day Saints, aka Mormons, starting with Joseph Smith in New York State. Orrin hung out with Joe and was part of the Mormon push, and push back, in Ohio, Missouri, and Illinois.

The biography starts in 1831 and Smith's short time in Ohio and ends in Sept. of 1877 with the death of Rockwell, about a month after Brigham Young passed. The span between shows Rockwell's part in the settlements of Missouri and Illinois where Smith was killed. His role as scout and facilitator of the mass movement of Mormons across the plains and to the Great Salt Lake valley. And the part he played as a guerrilla warfare leader against US troops sent to Utah. Not to mention scout and guide for parties going on to California, and as a scout for the same Army he battled against as they took on hostile Indians.

Rockwell was an entrepreneur, especially when it came to saloons, cattle, and freight hauling. He was also a crack shot only too willing to enter into competitive wagers. OPR was an enforcer for the Mormon church which had a good deal of dissent among the membership. Schindler tiptoes around the issue of polygamy, introducing the different wives and children but stopping short of describing the living arrangements. And he makes no attempt to hide Rockwell's fondness for alcohol.

It is difficult to know exactly the kind of man OPR was in real life as Schindler has relied on newspaper accounts, the many diaries of Mormon pioneers, and historic publications. He is described as cordial and ruthless, illiterate and a teaser, devout and an alcoholic. There is no doubt he lived a colorful life, brushing shoulders with prominent figures in the development of the American West. And the person you did not want to see if you were in conflict with Mormon authorities.

Mormon history and personalities may not interest you but I suspect there are people and public figures that inspire your curiosity. You can probably wait and see if Ken Burns will do a PBS documentary on them. Or you can read a book or two. It is a good use of time.

I thought you might like these predictions about the....looks like some big names are back including Stephen Kind, Joan Didion, Susan Orlean, Alice Hofman...

25 most anticipated books for fall

Blueprints for Building Better Girls by Elissa Schappell
Mothers, daughters, friends, wives and lovers—from the late ’70s to the present day—fill the pages of Elissa Schappell’s wise and witty linked short story collection.

What It Is Like to Go to War by Karl Marlantes
The author of the highly acclaimed Matterhorn uses his personal experiences as illustrations of the psychological, philosophical and spiritual dilemmas that combat soldiers face—in the field and upon returning home.

The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach
This remarkable coming-of-age story, set at a New England college during an extraordinary baseball season, marks Harbach as a writer to watch.

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
This imaginative debut, set in a magical circus, follows two rival magicians who select champions to represent them in a deadly competition.

Life Itself by Roger Ebert
The popular film critic tells the story of his life. Readers of his popular blog–and his reviews—know that Ebert is a wonderful writer; expect this to be great.

The Destiny of the Republic by Candice Millard
Millard, author of The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey, is back with a compelling narrative about the assassination of President James A. Garfield.
Reamde by Neal Stephenson

In his most accessible novel yet, Neal Stephenson delivers a fast-paced tech thriller that takes place around the world. In a review of Stephenson’s The System of the World, one BookPage reviewer wrote that the author “practices alchemy of the literary variety, turning words into gold.”

The End of the Wasp Season by Denise Mina
Mina follows up Still Midnight with another mystery starring Detective Inspector Alex Morrow—who is called to investigate after a millionaire banker commits suicide.

The Swerve by Stephen Greenblatt
The author of Will in the World (a brilliant biography of Shakespeare) turns his attention to the great cultural “swerve” known as the Renaissance.

Rin Tin Tin by Susan Orlean (This will be first on my list!)
One of our best narrative nonfiction writers returns with the story of one of the most remarkable dogs of all time: Rin Tin Tin.

Boomerang by Michael Lewis
The author of many popular nonfiction books including The Blind Side, Liar’s Poker and Next: The Future Just Happened investigates the U.S. financial crisis, and how it effects markets abroad—and vise versa.

The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman
There’s no magic here; Hoffman takes readers to the year 70 CE to dramatize a historical event: the storming of the fortress of Masada where 900 Jews took a stand against the Romans. She tells the story from the perspectives of three very different women. May be the novel fans of The Red Tent have been waiting for?

When She Woke by Hilary Jordan
This novel from the author of Mudbound is sure to be big; it’s a re-telling of The Scarlet Letter set in the not-too-distant future.

The Night Strangers by Chris Bohjalian
A pilot who has to make an emergency landing on water (think Sully) survives the crash. 39 of the 47 other people on board do not. Haunted by the past, he moves with his wife and two daughters to a rambling Victorian house in Vermont, where the haunting becomes literal. Look for shades of The Shining.

The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides
Nearly 10 years after publishing Middlesex, Eugenides will publish The Marriage Plot—the story of a love triangle that takes place after the three main characters graduate from college in 1982.

Zone One by Colson Whitehead
In the wake of the plague, Mark Spitz is working to clear Manhattan of the infected ones—though the only zombies left in the area are not the dangerous kind but the “malfunctioning” sort who are basically catatonic and mourning their former lives. Then it all starts to go wrong.

Nanjing Requiem by Ha Jin
Set during the notorious Nanjing massacre, Nanjing Requiem fictionalizes the experiences of a real-life American missionary, Minnie Vautrin, who stays in China during the 1937 Japanese invasion in the hopes that she can help the community she has lived in for more than a decade.
IQ84 by Haruki Murakami

Murakami’s 1Q84 (a play on Orwell’s 1984) was first published in three volumes in Japan. Critics have called this story a “magnum opus,” and readers have made it a bestseller in Japan. Now Americans can see what all the fuss is about. Added convenience: Knopf will release the trilogy as one single volume (it’ll be 928 pages!).

Midnight Rising by Tony Horwitz
Tony Horowitz—author of Blue Latitudes (and husband of Geraldine Brooks)—shares the story of abolitionist John Brown and his raid on Harpers Ferry in 1859.

Blue Nights by Joan Didion
Didion’s haunting memoir of her husband’s death and illness, The Year of Magical Thinking, was a surprise bestseller. Now she chronicles the life of her daughter Quintana Roo, and ponders aging and death once again.

The Next Always by Nora Roberts
Perennial bestseller Nora Roberts launches the Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy with The Next Always. This series is especially intriguing because it is inspired by the real Inn BoonsBoro, which Roberts bought and restored in 2007.

11/23/1963 by Stephen King
After a high school teacher discovers a portal to 1958 in a diner’s back room, he sets out on a mission to try to prevent the Kennedy assassination. So begins Jake’s new life as George Amberson and his new world of Elvis and JFK, of big American cars and sock hops, of a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald and a beautiful high school librarian named Sadie Dunhill, who becomes the love of Jake’s life—a life that transgresses all the normal rules of time.

The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco
Umberto Eco (The Name of the Rose) will inspire plenty of paranoia with his latest work of historical fiction, which investigates conspiracies throughout history.

Catherine the Great by Robert K. Massie
Though Catherine’s eventful life would be a gripping read no matter what, we have high hopes for Massie’s version: His 1981 book, Peter the Great, won the Pulitzer and is pretty much the best bio ever.

Mrs. Nixon by Ann Beattie
Beattie was a literary phenom from the start, hailed as the voice of her generation by no less than the New Yorker, which published many of her stories in the 1980s. Now she tells the story of Pat Nixon, the wife of our most infamous president.

Thanks for stopping by...and don't foret to register for the signed bookd giv away on the right side of the blog.

GRRRRRR!

2011-08-15T11:02:00.000-07:00

Today, I am cranky. Crankier than usual. Over the weekend I was duped on several levels, and it all has to do with the book you see pictured above. Enticing cover, huh? That's what I thought? That drew me in first, followed by the back cover blurb claiming the book was an "exploration of the controversial Waldorf School movement." BIG FAT LIE!

Where to begin? I ran into a Waldorf teacher last year, and was intrigued by the system of education that is really a lifestyle. While educating the mind, Waldorf schools promote physical and spiritual wellness by introducing concepts not honored (and often forbidden) in public education. Much of what Waldorf leaders believe are things we might consider New Age, or a natural lifestyle....vegetarianism, midwifery home birth, non-traditional religious ideas.

Anyway, the book has little to do with the school, other than much of the action takes place in a
Waldorf building. Other than that, there is nothing I would consider enlightening about the school's philosophy.

Dupe #2. This book holds great promise in the first few chapters, and although a new novelist, Rebecca Coleman can write. The main character's here-and-now story is woven with flashback chapters of her childhood in Germany where she learned to be a good girl by reading stories of Der Struwwelpeter, a character who lurks, watching for and punishing bad little boys and girls. There is some nice literary history, and descriptions of the Bavarian countryside in the the beginning.

But, as the novel progresses, the flashback chapters dwindle, and once, Judy, the Waldorf teacher takes up with a 16-year old student, I found myself saying more than once, "Jeeze, this could be a Harlequin romance." Well guess what, it is a Harlequin romance disguised as one of the company's imprints, MIRA. Instead of the usual mass market size, this crummy book, with the escalating sex scenes, and no redeeming values, has been disguised with all the trapping of a quality trade paperback.

So, why didn't I stop once I discovered the grand deception? What else it there to do while waiting for Easy-Off do its job? Actually, I was quite invested by the time I caught on, and I really hoped that good taste and good writing would win out in the end. I believed that the adult would come to her senses, or that the school would figure out what all the funny noises coming from Judy's classroom after hours were, or that the boy's parents would question the callous swagger with which he walked. But nope, none of that. Just scene after scene of Zack murmuring "Judy, Judy, Judy." I'm not kidding..."Judy, Judy, Judy."

So, here's the deal...the first person who emails me at bdenor@lsol.net can have this crummy advance reader copy. I'll wait patiently for the notes to begin to roll in.

Thanks for stopping by.

S is for Sad by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-08-03T09:54:00.000-07:00

There are elements of Blog followers who know I am a big mystery fan. One of my favorite mystery TV programs is Masterpiece Mystery, which just finished the Zen three show series at the end of July. It was great to see fresh faces, other than the guy from the BBC's Couples, in a detective series based in Rome. I especially like how the writers answer the question, "What kind of name is Zen?" with the explanation, he is from Venice. Okay ...

The hard-boiled detective in Zen, a police detective with a reputation for integrity. Finding himself squeezed by politicos, prosecutors, and his own department, Zen needs to be nimble and quick. And like his hard-boiled brethren, he has a working relationship with the career criminal class. Through a combination of luck, following the leads, and analysis, he consistently solves the crime, restoring balance between good and evil, and lands on his feet with reputation firmly in place. If you missed it, look for it in re-runs.

Based upon the PBS website, it appears we'll have to wait until 2012 for any first-run mystery episodes. I wish it were not so, which is why S is for ... In late August and September the Inspector Lewis re-runs will begin. Lewis was the understudy of the long running Inspector Morse series that ended production when John Thaw passed away. I prefer the cerebral and cultured Morse to the working class Lewis, although the new upper class sidekick is an acceptable substitute. Give it a watch if you have not indulged.

October through December programming has not been identified but it is likely one of the Classic or Contemporary series, or even fund raiser fodder, will fill that time slot. But as long as we're talking mysteries, let me share thoughts on others members in the Masterpiece Mystery series stable. The new Poirot episode were satisfying as David Suchet continues to portray the lead role very convincingly. I am not as pleased with the new Sherlock Holmes, finding the portrayal by Jeremy Brett as my favorite not only on PBS but of all time, including Basil Rathbone.

I always watch the Miss Marple episodes but must confess the swirl of characters and false leads takes my attention away from the who-dun-it, finding pleasure in the delightful period clothing, country manners and mores, and selected guest actor performances.

I had hoped fresh episodes of Tony Hillerman's Jim Chee and Joe Leaphorn adventures would return this year, but was disappointed. Robert Redford did three episodes at least a year ago with excellent casting and brisk storytelling. I can only hope my waiting will be rewarded in 2012.

Lastly, I have not received any fresh information on Craig Johnson's Walt Longmire and cable TV. The pilot was shot and edited, and my understanding is everyone is waiting for A&E, or one of those channels, to give the thumbs up or thumbs down on doing a season of episodes. The casting is promising and the production crew has a good reputation. Perhaps in the next few weeks all will be revealed.

Keep turning the pages and supporting your independent bookstore.

2011-08-02T08:34:00.000-07:00

Here's a little picture of the set-up at Merchandise Mart in Chicago. I try to get there for a trade show once a year, even though it is gruelling, and there aren't too many vendors that are small bookstore appropriate.

The 8th floor is the fun one...temporary vendors. Hundreds of suppliers from around the world set up booths showing their new merchandise. I get so overwhelmed with all the colors, flashing lights, friendly faces, and store owners who appear to have an endless stream of money. I was making my one purchase for the day...a couple cases of "Elf on the Shelf" along with several units of the new video that accompanies the book, when a pushy (and that's a kind term!) store owner budged in, tossed her card at the sales rep, and said, "I'm going to make this easy, send me 30 cases." Then she walked away.

On floors 13 and 14, you'll find the permanent showrooms. These are the high volume suppliers. The pace is slower, and most showrooms treat buyers quite nicely. It's party time all day on those floors. Margaritas, chocolate martinis, pizza...you name it. They want us to stay long and spend big. Other than the Elf stuff, I didn't order anything. I fear impulse buying, and buyers' remorse. Instead, I grabbed tons of catalogues, made some appointments with reps to come in and see me...and we'll see what develops from there. I did come up with a few new lines, that I consider risk lines for us...but I'm going to give them a shot anyway.

Chicago was nasty, nasty hot; something in the air had me sneezing, and gave me watery eyes. I drove home through New Glaris - beautiful part of Wisconsin - and intended to give Brendo a surprise call in Madison. But, did she really want me...sweaty, tired, gooey eyed - dropping in on her at work? I decided to spare her the embarrassment.

Book stuff? I have plenty to say about The Help, but will leave that till next time. Just started This Glittering World, by my email friend, T. Greenwood. Tammy wrote a book called Two Rivers. After reading it, I emailed and begged her to come here on the flimsy TR connection....and the fact that there is an Italian restaurant in her book named Luigi's. She politely declined, saying that California authors seldom make a Midwest loop. but, since then, she emails periodically, and sends me hard copies of her newest releases. Fun!

Most authors have websites, and many of them will answer emails...and maybe even send you a little surprise. Try it.

*****Check out this bit of news..... Little, Brown publishers sent an e-mail to buyers announcing a mysterious, last-minute addition to its fall lineup. Untitled by Anonymous is described as a 320-page, nonfiction, hardcover book with photos that will retail at $26.99. Order the book now, the publisher said, to ensure delivery by its November release date." The e-mail called this book 'the inside story of life with one of the most controversial figures of our time.' "

So, what's your guess? Bernie Madoff? That seems the most likely candidate, but I would be disappointed if LB had cut a deal with Casey Anthony. It's only a matter of time before someone does. And that will be a sad, sad day.

Gotta go soak my still tired feet!

Stop by next week.

Dog Blog Time!

2011-07-23T11:49:00.000-07:00

Finally, You Know Who (YKW) has stepped away from the keyboard. Now's my chance. I gotta tell ya, there is a lot of hoopla about a book called Unlikely Friendships. People are gushing and saying things like "ahdoooorahhhhhble" and "so sweeeet." I'm telling you, if YKW talked to me in that ushy gushy voice, I'd pack my bags and hit the road. In my bag would be my plush red pepper tossing toy, a tomato, my blue blanket, and a copy of this book. Gotta have something to read on the road...never leave home without a book, that's what I always say.

I guess the whole fuss started a couple years back with Owen and Mzee, the baby hippo and the old tortoise who fell in love in an African wildlife sanctuary. At first, Owen didn't like that Mzee was coming on to him; after all the age difference was huge; Mzee was 105. I don't have enough toes to figure out how much that is in dog years, but I am pretty sure that YKW comes close to that same number (sure hope she doesn't read this.) Well, the two of them fell in love, and wrote a couple books.

After that it was the dog and the elephant love story, and now this book appears with lots of stories about how different animals from different countries, of different sizes, different colors, and different families get along. Doesn't surprise me one lick. Hmmmm. Looks like my peeps in the animal kingdom have the right idea.

Hey, my guy, Chet, from the Chet and Bernie books, has his own blog. You can write to Chet and send him pictures at www.chetthedog.com. Chet is just like me. A real friendly dog who is a pretty good writer. Some guy named Spencer Quinn says he helps Chet out, but Chet and me, we know better.

YKW has been harrumphing around about a book called The Help. Says the cover claims it could be as good as To Kill a Mockingbird. Now, I've never seen a mockingbird, but I will say that if they are as annoying as the little brown birdies that won't let me nap...well, I'm all for that book. But, YKW says there's no messing with her favorite book, and even though The Help was good, people better back away from the comparison to that bird killing book or she just might bite you in the ankle. Hang in there, I'm pretty sure she'll be spouting off about it soon.

See ya. If you stop by my house and I bark like crazy, don't take it personally. That's my job!

Your furry friend, and blogger buddy, GB the Dog (aka Mrs. George Burns)

Adam & Eve by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-07-15T06:27:00.000-07:00

People...it's 90 degrees outside...and gooey. Who drinks coffee on a day like today? That's what I said to myself when I walked in this morning, and so I didn't brew any java. Three guesses what my first five customers wanted. Right! Oh well, lesson learned. Sometimes it doesn't pay to think...doing is better.

I know I haven't been too regular of late...concerning the blog that is. No excuse other than I have a huge case of the lazies. It happens. It will end someday. But, believe me, this is the life. Every so often I reflect back on my teaching days, and jump for joy (you ought to see that!) when the alarm doesn't ring at 5:40, and when I am not staring at 60+ essays to grade, or pithy little poems to critique. Teaching was a great gig, but moving on was wise for me. And now, making life even better than ever....I have a personal reader. Yup. Good ole Steve has read a book that has been on my to-be-read pile for almost a year...and he went ahead and read it for me. Gotta luv that guy for being so thoughtful. I read Abundance by Sena Naslund years ago - the fictionalized account of Marie Antoinette. The title refers to her indulgent life, but also to the abundance of ambition, turmoil, and general unrealistic expectations placed on a couple far too young to run a county.

So...here's Steve's expert commentary.

(Hey Steve, it's a Twilight Zone moment that you lead with a reference to Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I watched that movie for the first time last weekend.)

A few weekends ago I caught a mid-1990's interview with James Berendt on Book TV, talking about his Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Berendt talked about the Clint Eastwood movie based on the book, but a good deal of the writing had been dropped given time constraints. The library had an audio version and it was only a few days before I checked it out. So when a book entitled Adam & Eve came along it seemed appropriate to read it while listening to Good & Evil.

Sena Jeter Naslund, author of Adam & Eve, has a number of books out including Ahab's Wife, Sherlock in Love, and Ice Skating at the North Pole. But I had never read any of her work so all was a surprise to me. A&E starts with the our central character, Lucy, in Amsterdam on her way to meet Thom Bergmann, her husband. As she approaches the meeting place she watches as a grand piano, being hoisted up the outside of building, breaks loose and crashes onto her mate. That is what I call a dramatic opening.

Through a series of coincidences Lucy finds herself transporting a religious artifact in an aging private airplane she pilots from Cairo to Paris. The plane develops mechanical problems and she crashes on a beach, although on the way down she notices a solitary human figure. This is where the Adam & Eve part comes together. We learn the man is named Liam with a history of mental issues. Believing he has been transformed to Adam, living in the Garden of Eden, he longs for an Eve. Cue the entrance of Lucy to assume this role.

All goes well in Eden until it does not. I will not share the details since that would be giving away too much. Let's just say Lucy gets the artifact to Paris, which leads to another mini-adventure, and all ends happily ever after, more or less.

Since the book is set in future, 2017 to 2020, it might be considered science fiction. Parts of it suggest mystery. There is a good deal of discussion of religious topics. And in some ways it is a love story. So categorizing this book is a problem.

Adam & Eve is entertaining and thought provoking, although for me the ending is not completely satisfying. If you are a fan of Ms. Naslund, this book may be for you. Even if you are not, you still might want to give it a try.

Celebrate America!

2011-07-02T08:18:00.000-07:00

Loose Ends by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-06-23T04:32:00.000-07:00

I was happy to receive Steve's first, official Retirement Report from Nebraska where he has been hiding since leaving Manitowoc. So, Steve has finally spilled...he is working on a mystery novel. Over the years, I have been the happy recipient of several of Steve's skillfully written short stories, one, with blush-worthy passages, takes place in a bookstore. Steve had a thread going for a while...vignette's with people doing inappropriate things in unexpected places. They all made me chuckle, but beneath the outward silliness, were some sad characters worthy of readers' sympathy. If you've become a Steve fan over the years, I am sure you are hoping along with me that his book will find a publisher and that Steve will find his way "home" for a signing, and much anticipated reveal of who he really is.

Hey Steve...for some gaming variety try Eggz or Alu's Revenge!

Now...here's Steve

Earlier this month I worked my last 'planned' full-time day. Some may think I am retiring. I choose to say I've quit working until either the money runs out or I die. The decision does give me a great deal of free time and with it the need to develop some goals. I know only too well how a day can be lost to Freecell, naps, and munching. And that day can stretch into a week and then a month.

My first goal is to loose the 20+ pounds I gained when I returned to work following my sabbatical in 2007. Besides the challenge of controlling calories and regular exercise, there is the issue of a bathroom scale that lies. I can never count on it to give an honest report first thing. At least 3 tries are required to get a consistent reading. I could get another scale but through close observation over a period of years, I have learned scales are pathological liars.

My other goal is to finish the second draft of my mystery novel by the end of the year. The expectation is the second draft will be much better than the first. While I am keeping the same characters and location and suspicious death, everything else is open to revision. I have a new respect for authors that weave a story tightly together. It is like looking at a painting and thinking "I can do that", only to discover it is much harder than it looks.

Which takes me to a television mystery I do not admire. Over the past 13 weeks I have watched AMC's The Killing patiently, fully expecting to discover who killed Rosie Larsen on June 19th. The opener was intriguing as the characters and the murder were revealed. But by the fourth episode it felt more like a soap opera and less like a murder investigation. I knew there was a problem when the second to last episode spent the entire hour looking for the lead detective's missing son.

The writers and producers for this series have violated a number of rules, breaking faith with the viewer. Multiple red herrings, new information out of nowhere late in the game, and magical leaps of logic by the detectives. Although to call them detectives is an overstatement since they appear more like children running to catch fire flies than professionals hunting a murderer.

The season finale promotion by AMC was how the last five minutes would have everyone talking the entire summer. My reaction to those last five minutes was anger and expletives and the promise to myself not to invest any time in season two. If you have not seen this series and are interested, it repeats starting on July 19th.

With the end of June comes Summerfest and anticipation for the Tour de France. I will not be attending Summerfest this year but I will be watching the Tour on the Versus network. Live coverage begins on July 2nd as 22 teams of cyclists travel throughout France and neighboring countries over a 23 day period. Competitive cycling is like most other sports. There are prolonged periods of boredom when nothing special happens, too many commercials, and human interest stories that are not very interesting. And the brief moments demanding attention like the breakneck race to the finish line, high speed descents down mountain switchbacks, and head-over-heels crashes.

One thing that sets cycling apart from stadium sports is the countryside. The coverage is provided by a squad of dare-devil motorcyclist at road level and birds eye helicopter views. Countless picturesque small towns, castles, fields, rivers, mountains, and miles of roads make it as much travel show as sports competition. But it is a race with leaders, tactics, mechanical breakdowns, and ceremony. Give it a try, you might like it.

**********What am I reading? Just finishing The Bird Sisters, set in Spring Green, and looking forward to moving on to The Little Women Letters, and The Help (don't be so shocked...no I haven't read it yet!) In editing this post, I noticed that some words are highlighted and underlined. If you click on them, they take you to sights that neither Steve not I intended. Can't explain why. Blogger is up to something that I will have to check out soon. sorry for any inconvenice with the pop outs.

Hell Is Empty by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-06-08T01:40:00.000-07:00

Here's your Monday post a few days early. (Thanks Steve. How did you know I was taking Monday off, and didn't have a post ready to go? Spooky! I'll send your box of books out next week. Watch for it!)

It is June which means warm temperatures are back AND Craig Johnson should have a new book out. Over the weekend I picked up and finished Hell Is Empty, the seventh in the Walt Longmire series. Reading this book reminded me of a roller coaster ride, but without that long slow climb to the first summit. The opening chapter crackles with danger and in short order it delivers, not letting up until the final chapter.

Hell Is Empty builds upon an episode in the first book, The Cold Dish, where an exhausted Walt manages to carry two wounded men down a mountain during a snow storm. What makes the task memorable is the Indian spirits that cajole and support Walt during that process. In the new book one of the prisoners (Raynaud Shade) Walt is transferring also hears the voices from 'the other side'. Shade is aware Walt has his own connection with the spirit world, issuing taunts and reports of what the voices have told him of their shared future.

Dante's Inferno also plays a role in this book. Introduced as a reading assignment taken on by one of Walt's deputies, the paperback Italian-English translation and specific Inferno rings become plot elements in the story. The other supporting player in this drama is Virgil Old Buffalo, a character introduced in book 4, Another Man's Moccasins. Virgil is a giant of a man wearing a full bear skin, head and all, who comes along at just the right time to help Walt.

Hopefully this is enough of a teaser to prompt you to pick this book up, although if you have not read any of the earlier books they are equally entertaining. Johnson is a skilled story teller who creates characters that ring true. Perhaps that is why FX television has commissioned a pilot for a series based upon the Walt Longmire character. The latest report from Craig spoke of location filming in New Mexico, so keep an eye out for this series.

This weekend I will be traveling to one of Craig's book signings where I hope to learn about the story behind the latest offering, what is coming next, and a report on the television series. Craig will be appearing in Milwaukee at Next Chapter on June 13 at 7pm and again in Madison at Booked for Murder on June 14 at 6pm. I recommend the trip. He is as entertaining in person as in print. Craig's website is craigallenjohnson.com if you need more information.

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children: The Book Trailer!

2011-06-02T08:21:00.000-07:00

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children: The Book Trailer! Click on this title to watch.

This week, my plan was to talk about this peculiar book about peculiar kids. To my surprise, I received this cool video about this very book last week. How peculiar! The video does a much better job than I ever could, and this way, you get to see some of the pictures that are in the book. Enjoy!

Be patient! After clicking on the link, you might have to wait a bit for the trailer to load. Fans of The Mysterious Benedict Society series, The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry, and the Pseudonumous Bosch series, as well as the Sisters Grimm books will enjoy this quirky story. Oddly enough, it is published by Quirk Books!

What an I reading? Watching "The Tudors" on BBC America got me back into an Elizabethen/ Renaissance state of mind, and so I picked up The Queen's Governess, by Karen Harper. Talk about strange coincidences....the day I got to the beheading of Anne Boleyn, that scene ran on the TV series. The book's account was easier to handle.

I also dug into ZZ Packer's short story collection, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere.

....For those of you who kindly read my HTR column which appears on the first Sunday of each month, don't fret. Ben, the Lifestyles editor, had to do some rearranging, and so you'll see it next Sunday. Let me know if you have topic ideas, please.

A Post Break

2011-05-27T08:47:00.000-07:00

We're closed on Monday...so no post.

Have a thoughtful and restful Memorial Day weekend

Enjoy the parade

Go to a picnic

Laugh with family and friends

More importantly......
Remember a vet...thank a vet...thank a vet's family

Bone Fire by guest blogger Steven Head

2011-05-17T17:34:00.000-07:00

I had just finished World War Z, the science fiction book by Max Brooks, son of Mel, about the world war against Zombies, when Bone Fire by Mark Spragg appeared in the mail. But you need to know the entire story. Last September I was in Wyoming doing research on a writing project and was joined by a college roommate, a great friend who has been encouraging my efforts and providing library assistance. He picked up a copy Bone Fire on the trip, primarily because it was by a Wyoming author and it sounded interesting. He liked the book and sent it on to me.

I am not entirely sure how to categorize Bone Fire. It is a character driven novel with a sheriff, a gruesome death, and a lot more. But it is not a mystery. The lot more is the intertwined lives of folks living in the Big Horn mountains in northern Wyoming. There is Griff, the 19 year old girl, taking care of her almost blind grandfather, her mother who is the alcoholic 2nd wife of the sheriff, the neighbor and his step-son who's mother is the sister of Griff's boyfriend. Like I said, intertwined lives.

The conflicts propelling this novel include the discovery by the sheriff he has ALS like his grandfather, the arrival of Griff's grandfather's sister who is willing to become her brother's caregiver, the struggling romance of Griff and her boyfriend, Griff's scholarship to study ceramics that may be revoked if not used soon, and the solution to who committed the murder.

Although the book is a short 244 pages, by the end I felt like these are people I know. Complex individuals facing everyday problems, disappointments, and regrets. Of course they still have secrets and unseen tendencies, but the thoughts and feelings in realistic settings led me to care about what happens next. And there is some delightful humor to balance the pathos.

So I recommend this book. But let me tell you a little about World War Z. I was having lunch and zombies came up (don't ask), and then the loan of WWZ. This book is told in 'oral history' fashion by the survivors of the world wide conflict between the living and the living dead. Although Brooks is a comedy writer, this is a serious science fiction book. And there are more than enough battles, close calls, and ruthless decisions to give you nightmares.

On one level this book is escapism, unless you believe the dead can be reanimated. The zombies can also symbolize the events we believe won't happen to us. Things like tornadoes, floods, power outages, fires, and epidemics. And the need to be physically and mentally prepared. I am not proposing building bomb shelters and acquiring automatic weapons, but simple things like having enough food and water on hand for a few days and a battery operated radio. Although after finishing WWZ there may be a few other items on your to do list.

See you at the bookstore.

UPDATES! If you have been reading posts by our mystery man, and faithful blogger, Steve, I have a little news item for you. Steve is retiring. I happen to know that he is a painter, and gifted writer, so this will him time for more research and writing. I hope that in the future we will have a Steve book on our shelves.

What am I reading? Just finished Hemingway's A Movable Feast, and moved on the The Queen's Babysitter - oops- I mean Governess, by Karen Harper. After closing the cover on a Papa Hemingway memoir, Harper's historical fiction feels lightweight. But, I have dedicated myself to watching BBC America's rerunning of The Tudors mini series, although there is nothing mini about it. The Harper book is filling the void between weekly episodes.

Here's a Heart-A-Rama FYI...two HAR workers were recently nominated for a community service award, and both respectfully declined on the basis that said award cannot possible be presented to a single individual. Over 200 individuals who work to make that gig happen. The two nominess would also have been pitted against each other in the process, and that would have been uncomfortable for them...but I guarantee that whoever would have gotten it would have brandished the engraved paperweight frequently and annoyingly, while enjoying bragging rights in the other's presence for years to come.

And a bit of news for Harry Potter fans....Daniel Radcliffe had a say in whether an eighth book in the Harry Potter series would be written. According to USA Today, Radcliffe "frantically" fired off a late-night text to J.K. Rowling when he heard rumors about a new Potter book.

Radcliffe admitted he "was worried!... I said, 'Look, is this true? Are you writing another book?!' She wrote back that she was so pleased with my performance in Harry Potter 7: Part 1 that as a reward, she promised to never write another book about Harry."

Beautiful Accordions

2011-05-13T14:25:00.000-07:00

This is my Monday post which I'm launching on Saturday so if you look for soemthing new on Monday, you're out of luck. Just pretend this is Monday and everything will be just ducky. My original plan was to write about Piccadilly Jim, by P.G.Wodehouse, and to publicly chastise myself for not discovering this author sooner. Woodhouse created the Wooster and Jeeves book series. PBS has been running episodes for a while starring Hugh Laurie of "House" fame, but I have never watched it. Piccadilly Jim has convinced me that I am missing out on a fun writer and a fun TV series.

Instead, I have to give a big thanks to the Heart-A-Rama directors who worked so dang hard this season. An accordion sextet is far more rewarding than applause, a pat on the back, a dozen roses, or a big paycheck, don't you agree? There were changes in show leadership this year, and that can cause unrest and distrust, be it deserved or not...just a natural, human reaction. Change just doesn't sit well with some, while others thrive on it. Ellen has been directing for a couple years now, but this year she took on even more responsibility. Tom and Brad both did double duty, Tom as general co-chair and director/performer, and Brad as co-producer, and director/performer. Lisa, Paula, and Jim were new to directing this year, but not new to Heart-a-Rama.

With Brad , I co-produced the show, which basically means that we coordinated the directors, and facilitated what needed to be done to get the show up on stage. Believe me, it's a small job compared to the work done by many,many others who chip in to make the the event hum.

I do not have a sufficient amount of praise for our directors. Many of them were overwhelmed with the workload-they all have personal lives and jobs! - but no one complained, or wimped out. Instead, they worked and worked and worked, pouring their hearts into their portions of the show. I realized on the night we cast the show, that we had a creative team, eager to take on challenges. It was evident that Heart-A-Rama has a wonderful talent base to escort it to it's 50th year. This will also most likely be the group that sees HAR's contribution to the American Heart Association reach 3 million dollars. Not bad!

Thanks to everyone who rolled up their sleevesfor this show. Whether you gave us one night of your time, or a full year of planning, your contribution is a necessary part of this huge organization. What began 41 years ago as a two-night gig raising a little over $100, has grown to this enormous, annual, much anticipated hullabaloo.

I am privileged to have been associated with this rambunctious group of do-gooders, who check their egos at the door each night, and wear their hearts of their sleeves for a worthy cause.

Hey, I have a suggestion for all you HAR volunteers. Since we seat more people at the Two Rivers venue, allowing us to cut back from nine nights to six, well, how about we pack our bags and take our circus on the road. Just think, a Heart-A-Rama franchise. How about it? A six accordion salute to any takers. Now, who can you resist that?

(Steve, are you still out there?)

2011-05-02T10:36:00.000-07:00

My book group's selection for May has me somewhat baffled, but I will say I am so glad it's an easy read. Attempting anything too cerebral during Heart-a-Rama...well, it just wouldn't happen, and I would look even more vacant than normal when we get together to discuss.

This little book has been around for a while, getting lots of print endorsements, and some air time for the author. Janzen begins with a light-hearted discussion of her hysterectomy. Oh joy! She could have let us get to know her a little better before discussing her nether regions with us. Much of the book is filled with simple storytelling, the kind of stuff families share as they sit around drinking coffee after a holiday - too stuffed to move. But, just as I was being lulled into thinking this would be one step removed from Little House on the Prairie, she drops in a surprisingly lurid detail that needs to be read twice to be believed.

The sharp contrast in Janzen's book are jarring at times, and I find myself wondering if she bought her PhD from some on-line university. Rhoda Janzen is first and foremost a poet. As a reader, I would say that creative non-fiction is not her strength.

Jeeze Louise...gotta stop. I'm rambling. Maybe in two week, when I am less sleepy and more focused, I will feel differently. I can't wait to hear how others in our book group feel.

So....do you have your Heart-A-Rama tickets yet? If not...why not?

Howard's Big Dig

2011-04-25T09:51:00.000-07:00

I hope you all had a happy, relaxing Easter.

Be sure the sound is up when you play this...the music adds soooo much.

2011-04-25T09:36:00.000-07:00

Did you know that Manitowoc has a rather large British population? Some of the ladies meet regularly to share memories of home, and to take tea the "proper" way. Over the past few years, several of our English residents have become customers and even friends. Recently, one of these new friends expressed her disappointment in me in a way only a refined Brit can. She had been brought up on Enid Blyton bedtime stories, and announced that it was about time I read some of her work.

I confess, we have had a Blyton book on our sheves, but that artwork just doesn't appeal to me, so I have passed it over more than once. However, I have done some reading on the author herself. What a fascinating person, filled with contradictions. Blyton wrote over 800 children's books, and was loved by kids in the United Kingdom until her death in 1968. If Facebook, Twitter, and all the so-called news networks were up and running during her lifetime, we would have been kept well informed of the many scandals in her personal life, and her success as a writer for children would have been short-lived, I fear. Apparently, this woman could swear with gusto. She had numerous affairs, and barely knew her siblings, or her own children. As a matter of fact, in an interview after Blyton's death, her daughter, Imogene, called her arrogant and cold.

There were controversies surrounding her work. Newspaper columnists questioned whether she actually wrote the works attributed to her. BBC radio refused to read her works on air, explaining that the writing was not literary enough. Libraries removed books due to sexist and racist content. Since those days, Blyton's works have been revised, eliminating the "N" word. Thank goodness.

There is movie about her life called "Enid" starring Helena Bonham-Carter. I think I'll check it out.

Thanks for stopping by.

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In Defense of Amelie

2011-04-18T09:19:00.000-07:00

A dreary November weekend seemed the perfect time to catch up on some movie viewing. Wait! Did I say November? I did. Although the calendar clearly says "April", and we should be enjoying the first breezes of Spring, I fear a mistake has been made. Maybe its time for astronomers to rethink the Gregorian calendar, and bring us a new way of determining time...one that no longer lulls us into believing that patterns we have known for decades are still relevant.

I'm just crabby about the cold today, and about the threat of snow for tomorrow.

So, I really wanted to talk about this neat little movie today, Amelie. My book group alternates books and movies, and this was our March pick. After years of listening to me go on and on about this movie, they finally caved, and watched it. Well, next time I have a movie near and dear to my heart, I will not be as persistent...and I will definitely back off of my praises for my other favorite film, The French Lieutenant's Woman.

The reception for Amelie was polite, but lukewarm, and the discussion lasted all of five minutes before turning to more pressing matters, like the royal wedding! (Valerie even brough us all royal wedding commemerative coasters to set our tea upon when we all get up at 4 A.M. to watch to ceremony.) No one said anything horrible about Amelie, no one really said anything. They are all so nice, and I guess they just didn't want me to feel badly.

Yet, I say, go rent this film. It is charming, funny, provocative and memorable. Amelie, a Young French woman, defies her sheltered upbringing, changing many lives in the process. Early on we learn that Amelie's childhood companion, a goldfish, repeatedly attempts suicide, setting up the symbolism for the rest of the movie...people trapped by circumstances they are afraid to rebel against. In a series of deviously creative capers, Amelie becomes a sort of fairy godmother, coaxing people out of their fishbowls, giving them a bigger, happier view of the world.

If you like magical realism, ala Laura Esquivel's Like Water for Chocolate, you will love this movie. I keep it protected on my DVR and watch it on November-ish days in spring! I have watched it so many time, I can recite lines in both English and French.

At a customer's urging, I checked out Howl, a movie based on the obscenity trial of beat poet, Allen Ginsberg. The entire beat movement has baffled me, but I might try some Jack Kerouac once more. I have a vague recollection of Larry Ferlinghetti's poem about the Pope's underwear...hmmm...

What am I reading? A very old book called Mrs. Miniver, the story of the effects of WWI on an British family. Solid writing. Somewhat stuffy; at times overly sentimental, but these are characters deserving of our sympathy and respect.

*****WARNING! Heart-A-Rama tickets are going fast. Get yours today. Don't be caught without some.

David Sedaris on Letterman

2011-04-11T09:23:00.000-07:00

Here's a short David Sedaris clip from the David Letterman show. I have been a fan of Sedaris for a while now, but it hasn't always been that way. Years ago, when the store first opened, I was intrigued, and somewhat frightened by the cover of Barrel Fever. I attempted to read the first essay, with no success.

Then, Sedaris began turinng up everywhere...on Letterman, in The New Yorker, on tour at the Appleton PAC. Suddenly he had a sort of cult following. The slight little guy, with the funny little voice soon became my go-to writer when I need a laugh, or when I simply don't have time to concentrate on a more complex plot. Over time, I have found that he is not for everyone, and I have to be careful about recommending his work with reckless abandon.

So, enjoy this clip. Maybe you will become a fan of this guy who won't put a decent bio on his website.

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Catching Up

2011-04-01T13:13:00.000-07:00

I know I'm off schedule, and that I am sending this out to you on Friday; so even though this was due last Monday, consider it the post for next week, OK?!?!? I've been busy!

Just look at that big smile on Jose's (accent over the e, please) face! Terri picked him up from the shelter just minutes before, so this was their first official meeting. Terri had some sadness a few week ago when she lost her epicurean dog, Bailey, after he dined on a sock. From little on, Bailey specialized in socks, and as all dog owners know, when a furry friend dedicates himself to a cause, the loyalty cannot be undone. And why must they always like the gross stuff? My dog would rip my arm off for a chance at a dirty tissue. What is that about?

One little visit to the shelter, and Terri found herself a new buddy. This is one neat dog. Even the name is neat. He had been at the shelter about a week when he found Terri, and she got to take him for a two hour test date after he got his rabies shot. One of their first stops was LaDeDa, and in that short time, they had bonded. This little guy was so devoted to Terri that he hardly gave me a moment's notice. He sat next to her, on her actually, and then the kissing began. Such enthusiastic kissing!

But take a look at that face, will you? How many dogs do you know that will pose for a picture? He's up to something, isn't he? I think he's a real operator, and once he settles in with Terri, the tricks will begin. He's got an agenda, you can just tell.

I hope they have a long, happy, and laughter filled friendship.

Last Saturday, we celebrated Curiosity Day with twenty-one 3-8 year-olds and their parents. Firefighter, Seth Dramm, stopped by to read Curious George, and to visit with the kids about his job. They had great questions, and would have kept Seth here all morning. He brought little firefighter hats and coloring books for them.

Alison Taylor organized games and craft activities, while I whipped up banana smoothies for everyone. Tons of fun. Alison wants to do more events, and we have been talking about one based around a new picture book about Albert Einstein.

What am I reading? To be honest, I am in bit of a slump. I started a couple different novels, but they all had a Jody Picoult vibe to them, so I gave up. I needed to have a book in progress, so I grabbed Barrel Fever, the first David Sedaris book I ever attempted. I found it so bizarre, and totally didn't understand his twisted sense of humor that the book sort of turned me off. Since that time, easily fifteen years ago, I have grown to adore him...even getting angry when there is not a new Sedaris essay collection on the horizon. I've got three other books staring at me...Mennonite in a Little Black Dress, The Piano Shop on the Left Bank, and The Dry Grass of August. Peter Pan has been calling me as well. We'll see.

Thanks for stopping by.

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Good News and a Couple Books

2011-03-21T09:01:00.000-07:00

The little crocus leaves are popping up. That's good news item #1. Item #2...this is pure speculation, mind you, and lots of wishful thinking, but....Garrison Keillor has announced that he will retire in two years. Being a Prairie Home Companion fan, I find that to be a bit of sadness. He has not said whether or not the show will continue with a new host. But, the MC of "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me,' which is a national public radio program was all over this news on Saturday, and put out the call for us to get behind Mike Perry...OUR Mike Perry as the heir of PHC. Mike just began hosting Big Top Chautauqua, which to me is proper prep work for the next big gig. Come on...he's a natural. Can't you see him falling into place almost seamlessly, with his Foggy Crossing stories? I think Mike has been moving in this direction for a long time, but has kept other options open just in case. We will have to wait and see...but a little nudging note sent to NPR...hmmmmm...could tip the scales.

Now, on to this dreadful book! My buddy, Wayne, has been trying to convince me to read this book for over a year. I have told him repeatedly that books with dogs on the cover always come to no good, and books that begin with weather tend to drag. A double whammy here, a dog and rain on the cover. To be fair, Wayne did admit there are rough patches in the book, but overall, he assured me, I would find it a happy read.

Well, Wayne...you were wrong! After sobbing through the first three pages, I was tempted to call and hurl a few unpleasant phrases in your direction, but chose to walk my dog and calm down instead.

If you haven't read this book, this is what you will find in the beginning. A nice old dog, laying in a puddle of his own urine, is telling his life story on the day of his death. (That's uplifting, huh, Wayne!). The dog is sure he will come back to life as a man, but in doing so, he knows he will lose all his wonderful dog memories. So, he decided to take one last, beautiful look at the life he has lived and the friends he has known. Dogs and weather. Watch for them. Avoid them. I'm warning you.

After abandoning the dying dog in the rain novel, I grabbed a recent Advanced Reader. What a relief. Although I am less than half way, this new author has managed to make me laugh, grimace, and nod my head in recognition. Lucy Hull, a young children's librarian is more or less kidnapped by her favorite 10-year old patron. Ian has run away from home - away from parents who will only allow him to read books that contain the "breath of God"...away from parents who force him to attend a frenetic anti-gay camp led by Pastor Bob. Lucy and Ian travel from Missouri to Vermont with a mysterious man on their trail. This book will be released some time in June. Part of me wishes I had waited to make this my first deck book of the summer, but I am thankful for the palette cleansing it has provided.

Thanks for stopping by. Now go outside and watch for robin and listen to the crocus grow.

Major Pettigrew

2011-03-14T08:16:00.000-07:00

When our book discussion group selected Major Pettigrew's Last Stand for March, I had high expectations. I was not disappointed. We have been on a British streak lately, which suits me just fine. I find that books by English authors have two speeds....clipped sentences and whirlwind pacing, or gentle and meandering. This book falls into the second category. Having spent an extended period of time in Sittingbourne in Kent County, where much of this novel unfolds, I can assure you that the author has captured the spirit of village life. That alone kept me reading.

On one level, this is a beautiful love story. Beneath the gently winding plot is a story filled with complexities....family dynamics, game playing, loneliness, and the irrationality of judgement based ethnicity. Mrs. Ali, a Pakistani shopkeeper, is treated civilly by the villagers until she gets too close to penetrating their inner circle. Suppressed attitudes are no longer suppressed, and she learns all too abruptly where she truly stands. Mrs. Ali is a character to admire. She handles everything with such dignity; even the rudest of her critics is treated with respect.

For me, Mrs. Ali ranks up with my most admired protagonist, Atticus Finch, from To Kill a Mockingbird. These two have certainly been role models for me, although I will never be able to rise to their level. Never hurts to keep trying though!

Here's my gripe of the week....A twenty-something woman with a cell phone attached to her ear, pulled in to the very first handicapped parking spot at Copps last week. She jumped out of her car, and didn't even have the decency to look around to determine if anyone saw how inconsiderate she was being. I have decided that I need to point out these bad moves, so I simply asked, "Excuse me, did you park in that spot my mistake?" She mumbled something about not being able to walk far, and rushed off into the store, looking quite healthy and able. She spent a lot of time dodging me in the isles, which told me she at least has a bit of a conscience, and perhaps will make better choices in this small matter in the future.

Enough for now. Thanks for stopping by.

Wisdom

2011-03-07T08:40:00.000-08:00

Enjoy this video.This poor girl had her wisdom teeth removed while some evil jokester filmed the aftermath and posted it on You Tube. I will spare you the boring details, but I recently finished a round of pain killers and muscle relaxers, and spent seven days in a similar condition . Luckily, no evil friends snuck in to film me...at least none that I know of.

*****Although I haven't written too much about books or reading lately, it's not because I haven't been doing so. Customers generally want to talk about what they are reading, but the past weeks, I have had more and more concerned conversations about the situation with our newly elected governor. People who know me understand that I am not the most political person, but I do applaud and appreciate those who stay on top of the issues, and those who choose to serve the public in an elected capacity.

I don't pretend to understand the breadth and depth of the proposed budget, but I am deeply worried about the repercussions this will have in the long and short term upon education. Sadly, I am not hopeful that a compromise will be reached, and the face of education will change quickly and dramatically. There are so many unknowns, but I worry about how the overall quality of education will be impacted. There may be larger class sizes, a high percentage of beginning teachers, fewer aides, less money for current materials...all frightening and negative possiblities.

I would like to offer this suggestion to any of you with time in your lives...next fall, stop in at your neighborhood school and offer your help. I plan to do just that. I figure I have some skills that might be useful to a teacher with a overcrowded classroom. Maybe I can read with a student, or help generated ideas for a paper. 1st and 2nd grade math are also within my skill level. We need to dig in and do some work to insure that our littlest students get off to a solid start. Please help if you can.

*****What am I reading? Major Pettigrew's Last Stand.

The Secret River

2011-02-18T13:37:00.000-08:00

Every so often, a book comes along that leaves me speechless. The Secret River is one of those books. Originally published in 1956, it won a Newberry for Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. If that name sound familar, it's because she also wrote The Yearling for us. The story is quite simple, with a sweet lesson: when hard time hit, what we need to survive is inside us, we just have to look .

Sometimes message books can be somewhat obvious, but this one isn't. There's Calpurnia, the budding poet, who works a rhyme into every crevice of her life. There's the gypsy, Albirtha, and Calpurnia's hard working parents. A hosts of townspeople and animal dwellers round out the cast. Oh, I can't forget Cal dog, Buggy-horse whose back dips in the middle, and who has an enormously fat stomach,just like a little old buggy horse!

The illustrations alone are worth lingering over for a long, long time.

This galley arrived today. It will be my weekend reading. I'll report back!

Sadness

2011-02-14T09:19:00.000-08:00

Today, my thoughts are with Les Ann Halvorsen who passed away last week. Some people do great things in their lives, and shout it from mountaintops, in newspapers, on Face Book and any other avenue where they can gather an audience. Other people do great things quietly, and smile from the wings as they see how their accomplishments have affected others. Les Ann falls into the second group. She gave so many gifts to our community, all given gracefully and selflessly.

I would not be surprised if many of you reading this have never heard her name. Les would be OK with this, but, when you drive past Holiday House, next December when you buy your Christmas wreath from the disabled workers there, if time you see people conversing in sigh language, or witness

the success of an English as a second language speaker, think of Les Ann. These are just a few of the contributions she made...always a champion of the challenged minority! What an inspiration!

*****Two weeks ago, I received a little card from a former student, now a friend, named Kari. Kari has started an appreciation blog. Each week she sends out a card to someone and writes a bit on her blog. Kari plans to appreciate someone each week for year. I was week #22. You can check out her blog at kari-iapprciateyoubecause.blogspot.com. This is great idea and got me thinking about how I don't thank people enough, either publically or privately. So, I'm stealing this idea from Kari. I'm not sending a card to Kari, since I know she reads this blog.

So, I begin. Week #1. Kari, thank you. Thank you for reminding me to pat people on the back. Actions deserving praise don't have to be grand or flashy. Most often, I forget to thank people when they have brightened my day by making me laugh, or diverting my attention from what may have been the whine of the hour. Your note, for example, showed up just when I needed it, and I hope that my messages will do the same.

Why not give it a try. If you want to do the same, and are not sure of how to set up a blog, I would be glad to help you.

***I haven't written too much about books lately, but I promise to re-focus in the coming weeks. Last week, Casey Martin, publisher of Home Brew Press, asked me to write a cover blurb for this soon to be published collection of Justin Isherwood essays. If she chooses to use it, it will appear on the cover with other endorsements, including one by award-winning Wisconsin writer, Jerry Apps. Now, don't go thinking I'm blowing my own horn here. It makes me giggle, and would love to see the puzzled looks when people read the back of the book. Maybe Casey will change my name, and give me an exotic sounding title in hopes of adding credibility to the blurb.

I started a book-clubbish novel called The Weird Sisters which, as the title suggests, draws heavily on Shakespearean themes and quotations. So far, I like it.

HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY! (Help! Is that where that pesky apostrophe belongs?)

(Don't you just love those people who say Valentimes Day?)

Hometown Report

2011-02-04T08:51:00.001-08:00

Here's a nice little picture of our newest book discussion group member, Benjamin Button. He hangs with Angie and Kevin, and appears to be very good natured. BB and Angie stopped to visit a couple weeks back, and, despite my terror of children under thirteen, I held him while Angie shopped. In addition to being good natured and adorable, this guy is solid. Angie travels with an impressive bag of supplies to keep him healthy and happy, along with the normal equipment she carries in her own purse. I am sure we will be seeing her on the Sumo circuit in no time.

Benjamin did all his baby tricks for me. He stared. He gurgled. He cried. He drank a whole bottle of something, and he burped. He also smiled, but Angie said I shouldn't consider it a sign of his approval. Most likely he was just working something out.

*****More baby news...you may have heard about the pregnant woman whose truck overturned in Cleveland last week, and the trooper who was injured while helping her. I am happy to tell you that all is well with both. Jenny and her son Jacob stop to see us often, and we all look forward to their annual, goofy holiday card. I talked with Jenny on Thursday and she had just gotten confirmation that her unborn child is fine.

At first, it was feared that the officer may have broken his neck and could be paralyzed, but that is not the case. Jenny's family has kept in touch with his family, and it appears that things will work out there as well.

*****Last week was rough for me. Somehow I ended up with a buffet of infections, and was treated with a needed, but way too strong antibiotic. You know those info sheets you get at the pharmacy listing drug side effects? Well, I got every one on the list - confusion, dizziness, rubber legs, blood pressure drops, drowsiness...I'll spare you the litany of messy effects. But, my thoughts about small town life were confirmed. It's not necessarily a bad thing when news begins moving. Friends showed up with sick day soup, casseroles, energy bars. There were daily calls to see how things were going, and offers to check on mail at LaDeDa or work for a few hours here and there. All that for a small, inconvenient illness sure go away in good time. I am grateful for each and every gesture, and humbled to know there are so many quality people in my life.

2011-01-20T09:05:00.000-08:00

I hope this early post won't throw you all off, but I just had to get the party started! Who doesn't know by this time that the President of the United States of America is coming to Manitowoc next Wednesday? What an honor! Such excitement! As a lifelong resident of Manitowoc, I couldn't be prouder that Barack Obama has singled out our community.

The negative internet posts have baffled, and dismayed me. I understand that not everyone is going to respect or agree with his politics, but can't we, as a community, respect his office, and for one day, present a united front, and show some wholesome, Midwest hospitality? Next Wednesday is a day to set aside differences, and allow Manitowoc its 15 minutes of fame, untarnished.

Of Thee I Sing was published in time for the holidays. In it, Obama honors the characteristics that make a diverse, cultured and patriotic community. Focusing on amazing Americans ranging from Helen Keller to Abraham Lincoln, Obama shows children -and the child in all of us - how important it is to recognize our individual potential, and then use that potential to make a positive contribution. I'm hoping that next Wednesday, we can have a day of respect, and celebration, showcasing all that is good about the Lakeshore.

Speaking of next Wednesday...depending on the President's schedule, we will most likely be closed (that is unless he decides to drop in at LaDeDa!). Let's see...pick up a book, or follow the President's visit to Manitowoc? Hmmm...which would you choose?

Today's post

2011-01-17T10:03:00.000-08:00

Skip past The Lost Symbol post to find Steve's latest review.

Regarding the must recent Dogblog...yes GB was right. I have picked up a Lake Woebegone collection to get me through some of winter's nastier days. Also on deck is a re-reading of Cleopatra...I flew through it way to quickly, but once again, I think I'll be sidetracked. Saw Patti Smith on charlie rose and have decided to order a copy of her book, Just Kids. Should be in tomorrow...sorry Cleo, back to the sarcophagus.

A weekend of Secrets

2011-01-10T09:01:00.000-08:00

Last week, a customer dropped this book off explaining that she had read it, and wanted someone to discuss it with. I was chosen! Having read The DaVinci Code, I basically knew what to expect, although I did cross my fingers that it would not be as violent as Angels and Demons...which I was not able to finish. So far, so good...that is after the severed arm bearing tattooed symbology was found in the rotunda in Washington DC. After that, the book is essentially a cat and mouse game with Brown's favorite character, Robert Langdon, assisting in interpreting and unraveling ancient secrets supposedly held by the Masons. I'm not finding it as rich as The DaVinci Code when it comes to history and lore, but it is nontheless fascinating as it raises questions about what secrets might exist in our society, our communities, and our neighborhoods that could potentially affect social order.

Oddly enough, the movie I had cued up for the weekend was a sleeper indie film called "Little Secrets." Emily is a fourteen-year old violin prodigy who runs a secret keeping business in her spare time. Neighborhood kids line up to confess, and bring her tea cups, chess pieces, and other assorted valuables they have broken. Emily stores them each in a neatly labeled brown bag, tucked safely into a locked trunk. The innocence of this film is refreshing, and eventually, Emily learns that guarding secrets quickly becomes an overwhelming burden.

I also watched a fun Danish film called "Italian for Beginners." Six people, all with personal secrets that have caused great loneliness, find one another and navigate through some hard feelings and bitterness together. I loved this movie. Sure, it's predictable; everyone finds a partner to eat pasta with, but that's not the point. Watch it if you can...but beware, the subtitles are fast and tiny.

I haven't ranted about anything for a while, but today is the day. Etsy.com, is an online shop where artists can open small stores and sell their work. Several Manitowoc artists have Etsy shops and have been successful in making national connections. One of the greeting card shops currently on Etsy.com is called Youstupidbit#& (you can figure out the rest of the word, right?) This shop sells repulsive cards congratulating women on being raped, getting breast cancer and having a child with Downs syndrome. Etsy.com has been challenged, and they are hiding behind their first amendment rights, rather than standing up for decency and sensitivity, and closing the offensive card shop. Some people are calling for a boycott of Etsy.com. but that seems extrme right now. Why penalize hundreds of ethical artists because etsy.com won't do the right thing? I would simply ask you to contact etsy.com and tell them how you feel about these cards.

In light of the apparent tolerance etsy.com is showing, and the weekend's incident in Arizona, it seems time for our nation to do some soul searching. I am not saying that the actions of a single, disturbed individual represent the feelings of the majority of people, but we do need to consider how desensitized we have become to violence, and how numb we are to others' feelings. Grand Theft Auto, one of the fastest selling video games, is based on violence and crime. Sarah Palin has parts of our county in the cross hairs on her website. Kids are being driven to suicide as a result of verbal and cyber bullying....the examples are endless. I don't know what the answer is, but I do know there seems to be a powerful amount of anger in the world. Are we moving too fast? Are we driven by competition, and the need to be bigger, better, richer, faster?

On a day to day basis, I am happy to say that I don't feel these things, but the Tuscon incident got me thinking, and feeling helpless...but not hopeless. Luckily, my life is filled with good people doing good things. We're not all doing BIG things, but still, most everyone I know, work with and come in contact with on a daily basis in on a positive path, helping to make our little corner of the world a great place to be. Now we have to figure out how to get lots and lots of others on that same path. End of rant. I promise there won't be another one for a while.

Heart-A-Rama gets going in ernest this week with our start-up committee chair meeting. That means posts will soon be turning from books to theatre tales.

Thanks for stopping by. We have a review from Steve ready to go for next Monday. Come back and check it out.

Wisdom from our Favorite Guest Blogger Steven Head

2011-01-09T06:30:00.000-08:00

The holidays are over and even though the news says American's set a record for holiday spending, it does not feel like the good times are back. Friends without jobs, others with a mortgage for more than the house is worth, and even reports the Wall Street financial houses are not giving bonuses as big as last year. Where did economic normal go and when will it come back?

Robert Reich, University of Berkley political economist and Secretary of Labor under Bill Clinton, has taken a look at where we are and how we got there in a book titled After Shock. This is a compact volume written in easy to digest big picture terms about the recession. Starting with insights from the Great Depression, late 1920's and 1930's for those with a puzzled expression, the Great Prosperity, up to today, and thoughts about tomorrow.

To put it simply, Reich points out in both the Great Depression and the 2007 financial collapse, the fruits of productivity were disproportionately going to a small group of people, the top 2% of earners, while earnings for others were standing still or going backwards. He reviews the history of income tax rates which should astonish. And he explains how many of us have maintained our lifestyle despite static real earnings and how those techniques no longer work.

Reich paints a picture of a possible future where the tea party, or similar movement, pushes the dominant political parties to the sidelines and an independent party takes over the Presidency and both houses of Congress. The predicted results are not favorable but the dynamics as to how it happened are very logical.

The one place in the book where he lost me was his solutions to our situation which were very wonky and overly detailed. Reich finishes on a hopeful note, believing elected officials will make the necessary adjustments to keep the economy functioning and the US part of the global economy. Although I wonder what he would think of the recent ransom demand that the two 2% be extended lavish tax breaks so families hit by the 8.5 million lost jobs can continue to get unemployment subsistence, 9/11 workers be given health benefits, and a small increase in the federal deficit to finance the government to around April Fools day. Coincidence?

This is not a feel good book but one filled with fact and information necessary to talk intelligently about the economy and where the country is headed. I read another article recently that mentioned how in Europe it is hard to be wealthy since the average person views the rich with anger and resentment. But in the US most people admire the super rich, believing they will one day be among that class. After Reich's book, a reader might come to a different conclusion.

*****Thanks Steve. And thanks for the updated photo!

Finally...a Dog Blog

2011-01-03T09:51:00.000-08:00

Nearly a year has passed since I got a chance to write a Dog Blog. I only got to do this one because You Know Who has been hunting for her old, beat up copy of Pride and Prejudice to read for her book discussion group. I keep giving her little hints about where it is, but have not come right out and mentioned that it is on this table, propping up my lovely portrait. Maybe if I sit here long enough, gazing with admiration, she'll figure it out. Books belong on a bookshelf where they can be found easily.

Anyway, who wants to read an oldy- moldy book like that anyway. I heard her talking to someone about how "layered" some guy named Darcy is, and how the Bennet girls are diverse and feisty. Last weekend, on New Years' Eve weekend, of all times, she tortured me by watching "Mansfield Park." I'll never tell YKW, but in a small way, I can see the attraction. Life was simple. Dogs ran free in big yards with lots of great smells, while their people read books, visited neighbors to gossip. Sometimes their people went to dances, leaving the homestead to the animals. I'd like to meet those dogs someday.

I have a feeling there will be some Garrison Keillor working its way back into the house as soon as this Jane Austen business in over. Last week I went to the spa and got all polished up for 2011. On the way there, we listened to stories from Prairie Home Companion. It's always the same. First, the stories in the car, then the books sneak into the house. If truth be told, I like the stories. On the way to the spa we heard one about a man and woman who entertained a parish congregation with birds they trained to enact Bible stories. That was funny stuff, for sure. We didn't listen on the way home. I was too busy expressing my distress over the morning's events. Water. Soap. Scissors. Razor. Clippers. And not a single treat offered. I think I bit my stylist. Those things happen.

Hey, this is the book I read this year. It's mostly pictures, but boy did it make me happy. On each page, there is a nice photo of a lucky dog that got to sit in a booth and smile. We are a handsome lot. There are lots of different dogs in this book, and one cat (but I turned that page real fast). Some are fancy. Some are old. Some are small. If there is a person in the picture with the dog, the person is always smiling. What does that tell you, huh? My picture is not in this book which gives me one more item to add to my to do list.

Gotta go. YKW found the book. I have to hide. I am afraid she is going to read aloud.

Happy Holidays

2010-12-23T12:30:00.000-08:00

Happy Holidays.

The best of everything to you in the coming year.

2010 has been an exceptional year for us here at LaDeDa. We thank you for your continued support and hope that we have helped you in your search for the perfect book. I can't think of anyone with a better job...surrounded by books, unlimited access to coffee...and the opportunity to visit with friends, old and new, each day. Who else gets to do that?

Drink mead. Eat fudge. Laugh often.

FYI...we're closed the 25-27.

So Long Seville by guest blogger Steven Head

2010-12-11T13:07:00.000-08:00

A number of years ago I recall being old enough that my parents left me alone while they went somewhere on a Sunday afternoon. I was at the age when excitement over Christmas presents was still real and curiosity strong enough that I wanted to find them. As you might guess, most were found before they appeared beneath the tree. Unwrapping presents was not very fun that year since there were no surprises.

I am experiencing a similar feeling to that memory of Christmas past having completed the first three books of the Seville Quartet by Robert Wilson. Last month I wrote a review of The Ignorance of Blood, the last in the series set in Seville, Spain with Javier Falcon as the main character. Since then I have read the first three but not in a fashion anyone would recommend.

I was halfway through book one, The Blind Man of Seville, and expected to finish it during the Thanksgiving holiday, so I picked up book two, The Vanished Hands. The only problem was I forgot to bring book one. It is bad enough to read the last book first, but to hopscotch through the initial books is almost unforgivable. But it can be done.

Blind Man is devoted to looking at the life and character of Chief Inspector Falcon, and his deceased artist father Francisco. Of course there is murder and mayhem and all sorts of family and interpersonal intrigue, but it is generally a character book. In Hands Falcon is investigating another murder which gets caught up in international politics, child pornography, and a brief affair with the widow book one. In the third book, The Hidden Assassins, a central focus is the June 6th bombing in Seville along with regional politics, spying, terrorism, and Falcon and the widow re-starting a romantic relationship.

I have to confess a diminished interest by Assassins. Perhaps it was Wilson's writing style which depends heavily on dialogue where characters rarely interrupt one another and go on and on. Or maybe it was the shift away from a character driven to a more action oriented plot. Although it could just be lack of interest since I knew where everything was going.

I want to say I've learned my lesson and will not read series books out of sequence, but that could be a lie. One unexpected result of this series is my new passion for olives and the kinds of snacks described throughout the series. I have resisted buying manzanilla, which I suspect is a kind of wine, and Spanish beers that are a standard ingredient for most Falcon out-of-the-office outings.

Falcon's Seville has been an enjoyable fiction adventure, much like the London of LeCarre's George Smiley and the Berlin of Len Deighton's Bernard Samson. I wonder what reading destination will be next.

*****

Once again, Steve felt my pain from afar and came through with a post. I wonder how he does that? Maybe in this case, he noted (and guffawed over) the weather reports from his former stomping grounds, and decided I would need a blog rescue.

No power for about 12 hours...which meant no TV! But, all is well today, except that I cannot find my copy of Pride and Prejudice, which is our discussion group's pick for next month. I settled in on Patricia Cornwell's new book Port Mortuary. I will continue to sear for dear ol' Jane Austen. I am also waiting for a copy of Cleopatra...can't wait to read that one. the excerpts are grand...and, in my humble opinion....this book will win something big.

Here's my poor little Santa on my deck!

Confessions and Courage

2010-12-04T08:26:00.000-08:00

Last week, in a moment of bad judgement, I confessed my fear of watching Mickey Mouse Club on Fridays. I guess the bad judgement came in the promise to explain. Here you go. Monday through Thursdays were fine, but on Fridays, I would nose dive under my bed, locked myself in the bathroom, escaped to the library, or pretended to be overwhelmed with kindergarten homework...anything to avoid that show.

To fully understand, you need to know that before the advent of audience participation shows like "American Idol", I was an involved viewer. On "Sky King" days, I had my little walkie-talkie at hand in case Sky's daughter, Penny (and my idol) needed information on her dad's whereabouts. I knew all of Rootie Kazootie's "rootisisms", and shouted them out loudly...."yessirootie", "nosirootie", "goshorootie", "absoroootie"...well, you get the pattern.

My magic "Winkie Dink" screen was ready to press onto the TV and the crayons were handy in case Winkie got into a jam and needed me to draw an escape route on the screen. Sometimes Winkie needed my help quickly and there was no time to press on the magic screen. On those occassions, I drew directly on to the TV. I had my Dale Evans gun and holster, by Mr. bunny Rabbit puppet and my Howdy Doody bandanna.

But Mickey Mouse Club...that was different. No props. No costumes. Just me and my Mousketeers. I knew (and still know) the words to each day's specific theme song, and yes, I sang along in my pathetically off key way; but mostly I was mesmerized by the kids having fun and putting on shows every day. Those kids lookd just like my and my friends.

Friday was "Talent Round-Up Day." My Mouseketeer friends opened the show in their magnificent cowgirl and cowboy attire. They galloped around the stage on horses, the kind you step into, with the fake legs dangling at the sides. When they finished the song, one of the gang, usually Annette, or Karen or Cubby would say "And now, we proudly present our talent winner for the week...." and, as they shouted out a name, a little train would chug onto the stage, bringing in a special guest....an ordinary kid from somewhere far away. That kid would sing, tap dance, do magic tricks, tell a story...oh my, the talent oozed.

Why then, if "Talent Round-up Day" was filled with such excitement, would I seek refuge in far off places at exactly 4:30? I lived in fear that one Friday, Annette would look out at the world and say, "Today's special guest is Bev Denor from Manitowoc, Wisconsin." I lived if fear of that train showing up in front of our house to take me to the studio. I was unprepared. I had no talent. Nothing that I could possibly do as Jimmy, Roy and the Mouseketters surrounded me waiting for some display of life. I would be rendered mute. Perhaps I would giggle, turn my back to the camera, or worse, run off the stage in tears.

After a full season of Friday disappearences, mom asked what was up, and I laid my five year old fear on the line. In no time, she set me up with a confident, but off key, rendition of 'How Much is that Doggie in the Window?". I was good to go. From then on, I was free and clear to watch on Fridays. Never saw it on Fridays, though. Instead, I waited at the window for the little train...that never came!

Enough true confessions, but I have one more small MMC story to share. I have a friend who plays guitar, banjo and other string instruments professionally. He tried living a normal life in one place, Manitowoc, for a while, but soon found that life on the road worked better for him. A few years back, he landed a gig playing in a pit for a Broadway touring company. One Saturday morning the phone rang here at the store, and it was Bob with a huge surprise. He put Cubby O'Brien on the phone...Cubby, one of my Mouseketeers all grown up. He was drumming in the pit. Bob later sent me Cubby's autograph on the show's playbill, which I promptly, and accidentally recycled!

*****On a serious note, the images and reports from Marinette has surly been on many minds this week. What courage those students, teachers, administrators, and responders maintained in the face of fear.

Ironically, I was in the midst of reading Armstrong Sperry's Call It Courage, a Newberry winner. When he was a small boy, the ocean gods took Mafatu's mother, leaving him with a fear of being drowned. He is scorned by the other island boys, and eventually understands that he must face his enemy in order to survive. It is a powerful tale. Sperry artfully juxtaposed Mafatu's cat and mouse game of survival against a gentle Polynesian canvas. Eventually, the islanders learn they were wrong about Mafatu and welcome him home.

Maybe, in some situations, the most courageous thing we can do is not judge.

2010-11-29T08:43:00.000-08:00

Something about the holidays sends me to my shelf of worn books, that somehow found their way to me. This particular edition of Charles Kingsley's The Water Babies is missing the copyright date page, but my best guess is that it was printed in the late 1930's or early 40's. Researching, I discovered this a rare edition, but the brittle pages didn't discourage me from reading it. I love the comfortable way old books fall open. It makes me wonder who the first reader was, and why certain spots within the book seem more relaxed than others.

Fairy tales frustrated me as a child. I had a tough time distinguishing between fantasy and reality, and spent more time worrying about the troll under the 8th street bridge, and the mice sewing dresses in the attic than enjoying the magical stories. Maybe next week I'll confess why I was never able to watch "The Mickey Mouse Club" on Fridays.

Anyway, loving all things British, this book has long been on my backlist. But, I have to tell you, this was the oddest story I have ever read. This Victorian morality fairy tale begins with, Tom, a young chimney sweep, who winds up in the bedroom of a pale, sickly rich girl. She awakens to see the dusty little guy in her room; she screams; he flees. Now, that' s all fine, and even a bit fun, but then Tom ends up falling into a lake and dying. When he somehow comes back to life, he is a water baby with fins; he is greeted by other water babies, and, I think he has to prove his moral goodness somehow to the serpents and other creepy people of the kingdom before he can become real again.

This might have been good stuff when it was first published in the 1800's, but, I have a hard time believing that. Can't you just hear parents telling their kids that if they weren't good, they' toss them in a nearby creek and they'd become water babies? My parents told me they'd give me to the street sweeper, but at least I would have gotten to ride around in a fancy truck and get to see the town.

Needless to say, I didn't finish. Instead, I moved on to the second in the Miss Julia series by Ann B. Ross, Miss Julia Takes Over. Fun stuff. These books remind me of my favorite screw-ball comedies with a modern twist. They're silly little pieces that make me giggle. This time around, Miss Julie has lost Hazel Marie Puckett, the mother of Little Lloyd, fathered by Julia's late husband. Julia has taken in both Hazel and LL, much to the delight of the town's wagging tongues; but Hazel has gone missing, and an unethical preacher is trying to get Little L away from Julie to get the inheiritance that Big Lloyd left to him. Amid that chaos, Julia is advising a neighbor whose husband is plagued with ED, an acronym Julia only pretends to understand. There are about seven Miss Julia books...perhaps those will be my holiday go-to's from now on. At least I will have one handy as Plan B in the event I grab another Water Babies at Christmas.

*****

You all had fine Thanksgivings, right? Me too. My neighbors call Thanksgiving at my house "the Orphan Train" . I gather people who might not be able to get home for the holidays, or who This year five people came over. We ate at six, and when everyone left at one A.M., I was not on my toes. After dinner I had packed goody containers for someone, but when the clock struck one, and I prepare his to-go bag, I grabbed the wrong containers, sending him home with all the leftover gravy and couple celery sticks. I hope he enjoyed his leftovers.

Thanks for stopping by.

Steve and Bev...not to be confused with Steve and Edie

2010-11-15T17:17:00.000-08:00

Last week, I got a surprise phone call from a customer who I am happy to call a friend. Her name is Fran, and she called to tell us that she turns 91 this week. Good for her.

When Fran first walked into our Washington Street location fourteen or so years ago, there was no doubt this was a special person. I remember thinking she could be the secret offspring of a Kathryn Hepburn and Ernest Hemingway liaison. Her tiny frame was all decked out in fishing attire - vest, man's fishing hat, boots flopping as she walked. Then she spoke. A lovely, smoky sound asked for poetry, and that started it all.

For the past few years, Fran has not been able to get to us, but she calls frequently, and three or four times a year, she sends a nice picture of what she sees from her windows on Sandy Bay Road. She told us about her husband, and we heard the tears in her voice as she shared details of his illness. We have gotten to know Fran's son, a holistic doctor, and her good friend, Kathy, who runs errands...including picking up books for Fran.

My first employees were fortunate to know and enjoy Fran, and current employees read her letters. I think one or two have been lucky enough to answer the phone and find Fran at the other end.

I hope that each and every one of you has a Fran in your life. Thanks Fran, for all the warmth and smiles you have brought to us over the years.

*****And...thanks to Steve for being such a loyal guest blogger and swell friend!

Have you ever caught the last 30 minutes of a movie and wished you had seen the entire film? That was my reaction upon completing The Ignorance of Blood by Robert Wilson. I knew from the book jacket this was the last in a four book series set in Seville, Spain with Inspector Javier Falcon as the protagonist. In the final installment, Falcon is following up on his pledge to find the persons responsible for the June 6th Seville bombings while investigating the graphic accidental death of a Russian mafia figure operating in Spain. He is also caught between Spanish, English, and American intelligence services as the liaison for an undercover operative in a Muslim radical group who will only deal with Falcon. And then there is his girlfriend and her kidnapped youngest son, probably taken because of something Falcon has done.

Amid all this action are descriptions and background of Seville and Andalusia, the state or province at the southern most part of Spain. The area sounds like a paradise in spite of vicious politics, crime, and corruption. A full cast of supporting characters are at work for the good guys, policemen, judges, crime scene technicians, intelligence officers, and elected officials. The bad guys are composed of two feuding factions attempting to control drugs, prostitution, construction trades, and more in the region.

As the title suggestion, there is an underlying element of family relationship in this book. The things family members will do to protect and defend children and relatives. Falcon faces his own willingness to sacrifice principles while discovering the complexity of a twisted family tree.

This book is primarily an action based novel although the characters are well developed and believable. I fully expect the three earlier books, The Blind Man of Seville, The Vanishing Hands, and The Hidden Assassins, would have provided even more texture and background to the climax of this quartet. I look forward to making time to see the rest of this film.

As mentioned in the previous review, I did witness a 'movement piece' presented by a university-based student group of Dante's "The Inferno". Many films have attempted to depict the circles of hell with varying success, "What Dreams May Come" with Robin Williams among them. Watching 12 actors helped by lighting, props, incredible make-up, and choreography make the descent into the 9 circles of Hell was stunning and exhausting. Since this was an original work by a senior drama student it will probably not come to a theater near you. Which is why we must always pay attention to the arts offerings around us, not letting rare opportunities pass by from our own neglect. Support the performing arts. Please.

***

My apologies to Keith Richards for bashing his book, Life, prematurely. I actually learned a lot about post-war life in England. Of course, that was between all the debauchery!

*****Keep an eye on our events blog for info on our Dec. 16 book signing with Amy Hanten. If you're up early, you can watch her cooking her heart out on WLUK-TV.

So, it's Thanksgiving week. And, in the spirit of the holiday, let me say thanks for your friendship and support over the years. LaDeDa should have been a statistic by year three, but you didn't let that happen. Our store is healthy and strong (but the owner is a disheveled mess!) thanks to you. The best thing about the book-biz (at least our take on it) is that people know they can stop by for some chatter without any expectations. I am the luckiest!

Lakeshore Holiday Parade on Wednesday. Macy's thanksgiving Day Parade on Wednesday...with all those great cuts from B'way show. And turkey. Life is good.

Destiny or Coincidence by guest blogger Steven Head

2010-11-09T15:21:00.000-08:00

I had not intended to do a review of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. In fact it was only whimsy that led me to listen to the audio-book version. While checking into another book I found this one. And while reading about teens is not my usual genre this one caught my attention.

But it was settled on Monday night when ABC's Rick Castle referenced 'the curious incident of the dog in the night-time' from Conan Doyle's The Silver Blaze. Too many coincidences not to be meaningful. The last time this type of thing happened was when two people put the same book in my hands within a 24 hour period.

Mark Haddon wrote "Curious Incident" and while the promo material identifies the main character, Christopher Boon, as a 15 year old with Asperger's Syndrome, Haddon dislikes the label. He prefers the description of an aspiring mathematician with behavioral problems. And Christopher has a box of problems including not wanting to be touched, not liking new places or people, not liking yellow or brown, not liking the different food items on his plate touching one another, and on and on.

Christopher is the narrator so the reader gets excellent insight into the thought process of this math whiz. We start with the discovery that Wellington, the neighbor woman's dog, has been killed. When a policeman arrives to investigate we follow along as Christopher goes from liking policemen to hitting the policeman to being taken to the police station. Being a fan of Conan Doyle, Christopher decides he needs to determine who killed Wellington, and in spite of his father's direct instructions forbidding it, he pursues his investigation.

Along the way we learn of Christopher's world, the special ed school he attends, the neighborhood, and his home life with father. All in an entertaining first-person storytelling style with plenty of internal dialogue and bits of science and math information along with his personal rules for living. I found myself smiling much of the time and even had a few LOL moments.

It should be no surprise that Christopher finds a reason to propel himself out of his comfortable world, exposing him to lots of new experiences with plenty of troubling interactions. But I don't want to spoil the pleasure of any potential reader/listener with unnecessary details.

I cannot say if this book is appropriate reading for teens or not. I recall reading 1984, Brave New World, and Catcher in the Rye at that age without too much permanent damage. Like most of the books I review there are adult situations and language.

Later this week I'm off to a stage performance of "The Inferno" and hope to have a report for you next week. Keep turning those pages until then.

*****Thanks Steve. I caught that reference on "Castle" also, and planned to check out the Conon Doyle Piece. As far as "Castle" goes, it is the only show on my must-see list...even the re-runs. Very clever plots lead me down the wrong path each week, and when I am sure I can outwit Castle and Becket, they mix things up enough to throw off my game.

*****Last week, I had a chance to spend some time with my old friend Julie Lindemann, co-author of Season's Gleamings, the little pink book paying homage to aluminum Christmas trees. I hadn't been in her studio or seen her personal art collection in a while and I was so fascinated, and spend so much time roaming, looking, oohing, aahing, and asking questions that Julie had to politelyusher me to the door so she and John could get back to work. They are finishing up a project commissioned by Kohler. The exhibit, which follows the progress of several cancer patients, will open at the Kohler Art Gallery in December. Both Julie and John are up for tenure at Lawrence University in Appleton. Good for them.

Julie's sister, Heidi, and I also had some catch up time last week, She works as an administrative assistant at George Washington University, where (it's a week of coincidences!) friend and former employee, Jacque, attends law school.

Are you ready for yet another coincidence? Heidi is married a man named Michael Perry...her sister Julie does the cover photography for our Mike Perry's books. Heidi and her Michael are swamis. Yup, you read that right. They are ordained to practice and performs spiritual rites grounded in Eastern philosophies. They teach meditation classes, perform rites of passage ceremonies, and live happy lives. They will be in the area to visit family in the summer and Heidi plans to hold an event here.

***On the book front...I own Keith Richards a small apology for my premature review of his book, Life. More next week...maybe.

I Fell Off the Organization Wagon!

2010-11-08T08:13:00.001-08:00

This is why there will be no post today! I have to get this mess under control. The holidays are coming, I can't have piles. So, today is devoted to getting back on the everything-in-its-rightful-place wagon, and staying there. Wanna come over and help?

I am still working my way through Keith Richard's Life. Artists'-visual, performing, visionaries - lives and their processes fascinate me. I figure if I can't be one, the next best thing is lurking on the edges of their worlds. Reading about them is good, too. I still haven't figured Richards' "process" but I can say for sure that he is creative, and he has many, many intriguing, shocking and ridiculously hedonistic stories to tell. I wish he would tell them in a linear way, but I am beginning to feel that his fancy fretwork way of relating tales will be half the fun of the book.

Hey...go see "Rent" at UW-Manitowoc, Wednesday-Saturday. You'll get a gritty glimpse into the Bohemian lifestyle of a group of artists trying to do what they love while facing big challenges. Great music and highly talented cast from the Lakeshore and Sheboygan.

Now...I will put on an apron, arm myself with a feather duster and let loose with a spirited, albeit sour, rendition of "I'm the happiest girl is the whole USA" while pretending to adore cleaning.

Thanks for stopping by.

A Reliable Wife...Amolng Other Things

2010-11-01T10:36:00.000-07:00

Last week I bellyached a little about A Reliable Wife, our book discussion group's choice for November. Turns out, this novel held my attention to the last page. The sweeping storyline, filled with twists and coincidences often plays out in soap opera proportions, but the powerful underlying intentions linger. First, this is a chilly story - location, character and deed. The author was inspired by the pervasive and unexplainable insanity during a grueling Wisconsin winter as chronicled in Michael Lesy's Wisconsin Death Trip. I remember attempting to watch a documentary based on the book, but found it too disturbing.

So, there's the weather situation. That, and the isolation that it causes, combine with three of the coldest characters I have ever found in a novel. Catherine hopes to put her lurid past behind by marrying a rich man and ultimately poisoning him. Ralph contracts a mail order bride to help him in any way necessary to locate his prodigal son. Ralph needs to soothe his conscience. He expects to be forgiven for allowing his first wife to die, and for beating his son. The son, Antonio desires only to see his father dead.

There are attempts at redemption, but the intensity of the individual's need is so twisted that redemption is impossible. I can see how their back stories could arouse sympathy is some readers, but for me, each had ample opportunity to walk away from the evil they created. Instead, they chose to pursue it with a vengeance.

There's more to say, but doing so could give away too much of the plot, and I want you to discover that on your own. I stand by last week's observation that the author, Robert Gooldrick, does not have a soft spot for women. That aside, his writing lured me in page after page. It is melodious, intelligent, and crafty. There is little dialogue. And although I love dialogue, this did not bother me. He fills his narrative passages with commentary on character's angst, cynicism and internal conflicts. With great clarity, he shows us the workings of hedonistic, evil minds. At times, he almost convinced me to take sides with one of the three, and that's a scary thought. But, as Gooldrick tells his readers time and time again...these things happen.

*****Here I am on my Saturday adventure. An unnamed friend (UF from here on out...you'll understand the anonymity in a few sentences) and I set out for a Chicago trade show at about 7 A.M. The day began with my alarm failing to go off at 6:15, as planned. Instead, there was frantic doorbell ringing and door pounding to alert me that we were off schedule.

The show was at the Chicago Hilton. Real fancy! I made a few contacts, placed a small order, and had great pizza with a sales rep. In the parking lot, I was called a racist by a panhandler. He mentioned, in a pretty hostile manner, that if it had been nighttime, he would have kicked my *&@.

Now the adventure begins. UF and I walked up Michigan Avenue for a while, but that's just not my style. (Did I mention it was 70 degrees?!) Instead, we headed to Old Town, an artsy, more bohemian neighborhood where I knew I would feel comfortable. The streets in OT are lined with art galleries, coffee shops, vintage stores...colorful friendly, casual. I picked all that up as we drove up one street and down another. "So, are we stopping?" I asked. The answer was abrupt and confusing. "No, I don't know how their parking system works. They don't have meters. They have boxes on corners."

We drove off. Real fast. I pouted. UF drove. Real fast. Heading home. Suddenly, we took the Lake Forest exit. Once again, I was happy. This is a neat community with a train depot in the middle of town, and a strip of stores worth exploring. The Boy Scouts were celebrating Halloween in a mid-town park, and there was happiness everywhere. For a while.

Suddenly, UF announced, "You stay here.,, I'll be back in a few minutes." What was I to do? It all happened so fast. UF was gone, and I was alone on a park bench in front of a bookstore (great location) that was about to close. As a matter of fact, everything was closing and the temperature was dropping. Fast. UF did not even toss my jack out of the car upon leaving. So I sat on the cold metal park bench. ((See picture). After about 20 minutes of bone chilling wind, and a bench that showed no signs of warming, I moved to the edge of a concrete planter, thinking it may have soaked up some of the 70 degree heat. Wrong.

At this point, I started worrying., Where was UF? Had I been abandoned. Was there some sort of Twilight Zone fugue state thing happening? What would I do? How would I get home? Notice, there was no concern for UF. That came later. I am sure my brain was freezing along with my butt, and I was alone. Everyone cleared out quickly. After forty-five minutes, I launched my plan. I would call the police, telling them about UF knowing full well I had no proof that UF even existed. I knew the type of car we would be looking for, but not the license number, make or model. (I know what you're thinking. NO. I do not have a cell phone.) To make matters worse, UF uses a number of different name forms on documents...not aliases...just sometimes a full first name, other times a common nickname, still other times a first initial and middle name...of boy, I knew that could mean trouble. Who would believe me? Than name business has a Bonnie and Clyde vibe to it.

Just then, I saw it...the little car came around the corner and out jumped UF. When I opened my door, I saw it. p It appears as if UF had opened a pharmacy The floor was filled with opened packages of Imodium. A half consumed bottle of the pink stuff...Pepto...lay on the floor, UF caressed a container of Kaopectate. Things became real clear, and there's not much more to tell...you can figure it out... except that UF and and the bathrooms at Burger King and Walgreen's had become intimate friends. Some intestinal nastiness was messing with UF, beginning shortly after we arrived in Chicago. And that is the story of my whirlwind trip to the big city. These things happen.

This is the annual Halloween photo of the beast waiting for trick-or- treaters yesterday.

What am I reading? May holiday novel was an old suspense tale called Dragonwyck by Anna Seton. It has a governess, a weird uncle, a creepy housekeeper, a cold-hearted little girl...all living in a big house lit by candles. It's all very Bronte-esque.

I also dug into Life by Keith Richards...he's the Rolling Stone who is not Mick Jagger. I figure, if I'b goikng to read a celeb bio, it shoud be one filled with danger, craziness, fist fights, diva-like behavior and a few mentions of Johnny Depp. Isn't it silly that Richards can pen a 600+ page book and the only title he can come up with is Life?

Thanks for stopping by

GRRRRRR!

2010-10-25T09:03:00.000-07:00

These are some of the happy faces I saw at Friday night's performance of "Noises Off." A picture of my face would have been...cranky. Where was everyone? While the house was respectable, I recall times when the main floor was filled, along with one or both balconies. What is happening?

I know, I know...the economy....too tightly scheduled....too much to choose from....an occasional disappointing show...but really, when times get tough we all need to escape, and what better way to escape than through an evening with the arts.

"Noises Off" was a fine production - tough show for director, cast and support technicians, but they pulled it off with confidence. What impressed me most was that everyone on stage appeared to be having fun. As a theatre director, that is something of which I am acutely aware. When a cast is well rehearsed, and confident, the audience is more comfortable and more ready to suspend disbelief. A stronger energy exists when a cast if well rehearsed, and I suspect that this particular director did not buy into two of my most despised theatre myths: we don't want to peak too soon, and a bad dress rehearsal makes for a good opening night. To me, those are excuses, and...oh well, now I'm on my soapbox pretending to know what I'm talking about...so I will step down.

Suffice it to say I was disappointed in the number of empty seats. They should have been filled as we all celebrated and ushered in the Masquers' 80th season of working their behinds off to make us laugh, cry, think, and tap our toes. Hey, why not make it a point to take in at least two arts offering in the next year? Challenge your friends to do the same. Let's all work together to spread the word about the myriad of talent we have in our own backyard.

***My cranky face would also be an appropriate illustration of the book our book group as chosen for November - A Reliable Wife. The 58 pages I have read so far are chilly, and the main character's attitude toward women and relationships is beyond bothersome. Even though there have been enough hints dropped indicating that I am to keep my eye on the evil female character, I will be surprised if I find her as distasteful as the main male. You can see that I haven't warmed up to either enough to even recall their names right now. The book is an easy read; I expect I will be finished by tomorrow. For some reason, I find myself looking at the author's picture in the back of the book and wondering what anger in his past of led to the creation of these characters and situation.s I'll let you know if I am swayed differently after getting the whole story.

I better go before any more angst escapes. Have a wonderful week....I will make it a point to gush with happiness next week!

A Book, A Baby, and Some Theatre News

2010-10-16T12:15:00.000-07:00

Well, this is my first attempt at sending a You tube video your way. I hope it works.

Over the past two weeks, I have been getting requests for Pete the Cat. When I finally asked why, a customer directed me to this video, discovered by an administrator with the MPSD. There's no denying the joy these two are getting from "reading."

Ironically, I recently read the results of a 20 year study lead by Mariah Evans, Associate Professor of Sociology and Resource Economics at the University of Nevada. Her massive study showed that being raised in a bookless home has as great an effect on the level of education a child will attain as having parents who are barely literate (3 years). By the same token, being raised in a home with a 500-book library has as great an impact as having parents who have a university eduction (15 + years of education). But, we are all readers, book lovers, and respecters of words, and we knew this,didn't we?

No worries with Angie and Kevin's baby...due in five or so weeks. Our book group had a little shower for Angie on Friday, and she got this funny onesie from Valerie...proof that this baby will not only be surrounded by books, but also by people who love books. We have officially invited him (no name yet...at least not one that Angie will share) to join our books group. Here's an interesting Angie-fact...she used to work as a chef for the Packers Organization and has some might fine stories about Brett Favre which I cannot now relate!

For October, we chose to watch the Anne of Green Gables mini-series starring Megan Follows and Colleen Dewhurst. I seldom watch a movie more than once (unless of course the there is a certain, compelling star!) but I have seen this series three times. For some reason, the first two times, I missed the segment where Matthew Cuthbert dies. I had already cried through three scenes, so what's one more, I guess.

True confessions! I never read any of the "Anne" books, so last weekend I started and finished the first in the series. I enjoyed it every bit as much as the movie. This is essentially a feel good story, but the author does not avoid difficult issues, and each character, in turn, struggles with some type of emotional catharsis. Anne is exuberant, spunky, strong, and silly; the others characters are also multi-layered; most of us have similar characters in our lives - an we are some of them! Will I read the rest of the Lucy Maude Montgomery books? Probably not! Too many other books calling...

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I am looking forward to the Masquers play this weekend - "Noises Off." I stopped at the CCC this morning, and while there, I checked out the set. Muli-level and two sided! What a talented designer and master builder they had for this show. "Noises Off" is a fast paced, door slammer type show, about show biz. I hear the local cast is having tons of fun with this complicated show, and I am sure you will too. Get there if you can.

UW-Manitowoc is also rehearsing an ambitious show for November - "Rent - watch for dates and info.

Thanks for stopping by.

A Visit with Frankie and Barb

2010-10-11T09:53:00.000-07:00

We had a nice visit with Frankie and Barb on Saturday. Frankie had an accident that left her back legs paralyzed. Vets advised Barb that Frankie had only a 30% chance of walking again. When it was determined that Frankie would not be one of the fortunate 30%, Barb began extensive research to find ways to make life as normal for Frankie as possible. Frankie was outfitted with a wheelchair. You should see her zip around in that little vehicle! There are also daily therapy, exercise and massage sessions. It all has paid off. I wish you could have been here to see how happy Frankie is.

Barb herself is quite an inspiration. She is a gentle person, who you just know would go to the nth degree in any situation before giving up. She speaks both emotionally and realistically about Frankie's situation. Frankie shares Barb's compassionate spirit, and together they visit schools and elder care facilities.

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Did I mention that I'm reading Sarah Waters' The Little Stranger? I grabbed it thinking it would be a light Halloween read, nothing special, but still appropriate for the season. Well, if you are a Bronte fan, particularly a fan of Wuthering Heights, I am sure you would like this book. It has just the right amount of mystery, and enough creepiness to keep the pages turning. Who can resist dark, Gothic homes, narrow, echoing hallways, and stern matriarchs wearing black veils of Spanish lace? Throw in an antagonist named Roderick and you have shades of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher just to keep things interesting.

At this point, I'm not sure what the central issue is shaping up to be, but I suspect the story may revolve around a 14 year servant who wants to leave because the house troubles her. Of course, in good British manor mysteries, she has no where else to turn, so she has to stay with this unsettling family, in a house that no doubt will be revealing secrets shortly. I'll keep you posted.

Not much else to report except that I have been enjoying this exceptional weather and wishing it could stay like this until April.

Thanks for stopping by.

Some Notes, Some Books and a Movie

2010-10-04T09:05:00.000-07:00

I have a couple unrelated items for you today...

Last week, a Lincoln High School history teacher called asking if she could buy some of the hydrangeas from the side of our building. She
puts flowers on her students' desk...makes the day merrier for them. I told her to take as many as she wanted, and, a few days later, she stopped by with a nice surprise. Her kids has written thank-you notes. Now, granted, the notes were teacher "inspired," but I appreciated them none-the less. Like the flowers on the desks, the notes pepped up my day because they were unexpected. They ran the gamut from required to sincere to silly. I enjoyed every one of them, and thought you might like some of them as well.

Let's start with a note from an old soul..."Hey, thank you for the flowers. They make me think of the good old days when things were okay."

"Your flowers make me think." Hmmm. About what, I wonder.

I like this one for the scentiment and the signature: "Thank you very much for the flowers. They make the room smell a lot better. Thanks a lot from a kid in our class.

I received notes about butterflies, deodorant, allergies, and welcome breaks from studying. Some even included tiny pieces of artwork - flowers and smiley faces, and bits of advice..." keep smiling no matter how bad things get."

Did you know that there is a celeb at Lincoln? It's true. Here's his note: "My name is Justin Bieber and I fricken love you 4 all the flowers."

Another student, who appears to know me began her note, "Beave..."..she was heading for Bev, I assume, and got sidetracked.

My favorite was short, simple and fresh, "Thanks Homie."

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If you're a regular "Fine Print" reader, you know that from time to time, my animal, Mrs. George Burns (GB) hijacks the blog and writes a post in what she calls "The Dog Blog." It seems she's not the only opinionated dog around. Chet, from Spencer Quinn's Chet and Bernie books writes his own blog. You can check it out athttp://chetthedog,com/.

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Have you ever had one of those experiences that leaves you knowing something has to be done, but not knowing what to do? Last night I watched "The Stoning of Soraya M," which left me with a beyond helpless feeling. The film is based on actual incidents involving an Iranian woman named Soraya. Her husband has been promised a fourteen year old girl in marriage, if he can help the girl's father escape the death penalty. Soraya refuses to free him from the marriage, knowing she will not be able to care for her children alone. The mayor offers her an indecent proposal, which she also rejects. Eventually, her husband, along with religious and political leaders, schemes to accuse and convict her of adultery, punishable by death.

That's the plot, but the underlying devaluation of women depicted is both stunning and sickening. I know reports say things are changing, but years will pass before any significant moves toward freedom, dignity and happiness are the norm for Middle Eastern women. This is where I get angry and confused. Is awareness enough? I think, had I gone to school at a different time in our cultural and political history, had I been instilled with a different mindset, and if I were a different and more courageous person, I would probably have carved out an activist lifestyle...living dirt poor, but trying to make a difference in some small way.

For many people awareness is enough. Far too many individuals simply need a good kick in the butt once in a while to open their eyes so they stop complaining and start appreciating what they have. I'm still stuck with the question about what do those of us who already know how wonderful our lives are...what can we do for those who don't? So, last year I promised myself to obsess less and laugh more. Looks like my personal goal for the coming months dropped in my lap last night. We'll see where this takes me.

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What am I reading? I started a ghost story called The Little Stranger by Sarah Walters. Looks like it will span several generations...the characters' generastions, not mine.

Chet is Back!

2010-09-25T11:07:00.000-07:00

Chet and Bernie are back, and I couldn't be happier! Because I am a pathetically slow reader, I seldom get caught up in a series. I just don't want to devote that much time to a single author. Several people in my book group are acolytes of Janet Evanovitch, and they constantly dangle her books in front of me, laughing over each plot. They can even quote from the books. OK, I have been tempted, but haven't yet bit.

But Chet and Bernie - that's a different story. First, these are dog stories in which the dog does not die. I figure Chet will never die since he is a partner in Bernie Little's crime solving adventures. So...the dog dies, the series dies. Second, I can read one of these books in an afternoon. They are the perfect pallet cleanser after a more challenging book...Shadow of the Wind Comes to Mind!

Spencer Quinn's first book, Dog On It deals with a missing person case. Book two, Thereby Hangs a Tale finds Chet and Bernie hired to guard a fancy dog show champ. In this new book, Chet's in aromatic dog heaven when a circus comes to town. This circus is a scruffy one, but Bernie's son,Charlie, is nuts about elephants, and Bernie has two free tickets, so they decide to go.

However, Peanuts, the star pachyderm has gone missing. How does an entire elephant vanish? Why do Bernie and Chet decide to hire Popo the Clown to assist with the case, and who would like to see the trio dead? It's all good fun. Chet narrates, adding to the silliness. Chet's neighbor dog pal, Iggy, is still in the picture, although he appears to be under house arrest. They communicate by running from window to window in their respective houses, Iggy often showing off the latest piece of wearing apparel he has destroyed.

There was also a bit of silliness in Moon Over Manifest, a young adult novel. This lost-soul-seeking-info is loaded with colorful characters, plenty of secrets, and some old fashioned game playing. Here's my favorite example: During basic training, Ned coaches a "slower" soldier in the basics of German. He tells him that, if he is ever confronted with a gun pointed in his direction, he must shout "Put down your weapon" in German using these words - "Ich habe widerlich footen." The truth is that phrase means "I have stinky feet." Funny, huh?

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I had a nice opportunity to have dinner Friday night with friends and former co-workers from Valders High School. Nancy still teaches English at Valders, and Lucinda is in the Spanish Department. Margarette is teaching English at Lincoln, and working on her Masters, despite three charming and inventive young men under seven in her household. Alison taught Special Ed, but is now staying at home with Clayton, Andi, Molly and Patrick. I get to see them all often, so it was especially nice for me that Becky came from Green Bay to catch up. Becky might have been my biggest reason for closing the teaching door. When she started, she had that fire and passion that all teachers should have. Her lessons were solid and creative, and, on a daily basis I watched her in awe, knowing I had to move on to something where I could be a sparky as she. It was great seeing her, even though Margarette and I were both totally disturbed by the fact that Becky still looks like she's 16.

Relaxing at the Pub that night reminded me that I promised to make more time to stay in touch... in person, by email, phone, covered wagon, dogsled...whatever it takes. I hope you all will be able to do the same.

Home Again/Olive Kitteridge

2010-09-20T08:35:00.000-07:00

As you certainly suspected, I didn't go fishing as my last post title suggested. I took Labor Day off, and then Steve kindly popped up with a review. So, I"m back, with a couple stories, comments...the usual. Let's dig in.

I took my traditional day before Labor Day excursion to Door County and stopped at The Garden Door, on highway 42 North in Sturgeon Bay. Tucked away on the grounds of the Peninsula Agricultural Research Station, you will find a wonderful secret garden maintained by the the Door County Master Gardeners group. The gardens are plentiful and unique - rose garden, butterfly garden, annual, perennial, water, grape...and several children's gardens. If you go, don't forget to look under the evergreen trees, and around every corner. You never know what you'll find hidden there.

One of my favorite stops in DC is a huge, architectural antique store. The owner spends part of each year collecting statuary, carved embellishments, stained glass and other relic type items from estates and mansions throughout the U.S. and Europe. I can spend hours wandering through the history he has assembled.

My visit this year was a little different. Were you lucky enough to read Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" in high school or college? If not, here it is in a nutshell. A scary old man is sitting outside a wedding reception hall and, as guests arrive, he invades their space, usurps their time and tells them a creepy story. His tale is a moral one about a pirate ship manned by dead souls. There is a stern warning at the end.

On this particular day, the store owner was the mariner, and I was the wedding guest. He stopped me as I attempted to leave and began some small talk, for some reason recognizing me from previous visits. Eventually, the conversation progressed to details of his work resume, including a gig as a business professor at an Illinois college. His animated style and Jimmy Buffett persona carried the stories nicely, and I was happy to listen. Then things turned. He explained that, prior to opening his shop, he ran a demolition company employing ex-cons and Huber law workers. How did he keep them honest? Well, he claims to have "connections" that can teach people a lesson in a big hurry if needed. At that point. he put a firm hand on my shoulder and, equally as firmly said, "Nice to see you again. Next time you stop in, spend some money." I'm sure there won't be next time!

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Our book group discussed Olive Kitteridge on Friday night. We were divided; the bulk of the group did not enjoy the book. I thought that might happen since that is the feedback I have gotten from customers. I was on the minority team, and will advocate for this book any chance I get. 'Olive' is a series of connected short stories focusing on a character so complex it would take me multiple posts to sort her out, and I am sure I would lose you all in the process. These are slice of life stories, none to happy, with no traditional story arc or resolution. We learn about Olive's life over thirty stormy years. She is an honest woman who speaks her mind, but needs an editor.

This is a book about secrets, brief encounters, powerful sadness, and scant moments of happiness. I know, I know, this sure doesn't sound like rewarding reading, but the writing is rich, and I found Olive so familiar that the book absorbed me from page one. If you chose to read the book, you may not like Olive, but you will certainly recognize her, and the others filling the pages. Perhaps, as I did, you will find pieces of yourself as well.

What am I reading now? I just started a young adult novel, Moon Over Manifest by Clare Vanderpool. I know I will like this one. Abilene Tucker's father put her on a train, sending her off to live with an old friend, -who claims to be a minister - while he worked a railroad job. Having heard stories about her father's childhood in Manifest, Abilene is determined to learn what he was like in his youth. Early on, she finds a box of old newspaper clippings and, along with two new friends, decides to follow up a leads buried in the newsprint. That is, until a mysterious note turns up warning her to "Leave Well Enough Alone."

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Heart-A-Rama report...not much happening. The musical is nearly done. We meet tomorrow to write lyrics to the last song. Then on to a tweener. Fun!

Sam Spade's Back by guest blogger Steven Head

2010-09-11T04:07:00.000-07:00

For people of a certain age, I'm talking gray hairs here, the mention of The Maltese Falcon will bring a half smile. The 1941 film with Humphrey Bogart in the role of Sam Spade, along with Mary Astor, Peter Lorre, Sidney Greenstreet, and Elisha Cook, Jr., is a classic tale of treasure hunting. This film was John Huston's directorial debut, for the film fans who keep track of such trivia.

Dashell Hammett's Sam Spade only appeared in 3 short stories and the novel of the same name. While there were a number of Bogart films where he portrayed Spade-like characters, Hammett never penned another adventure for this detective. And that is how it has remained until now.

Hammett's sole surviving child, Jo Hammett Marshall, who has resisted attempts to revive the Spade character, agreed to Joe Mores' proposal to write a prequel to The Maltese Falcon, titled Spade and Archer. The title references Spade's detective agency partner who is discovered shot dead, gun still in his pocket, in the early pages of the book and frames of the film. Spade and Archer starts in 1921 when Spade decides to go independent, leaving a national detective agency to set up shop in San Francisco.

In the first segment of the book we meet the young Effie Perrine, the secretary who Spade teaches to handroll cigarettes. We also learn of Spade's romantic involvement with Ida Nolan before going to war in France, only to return and discover she married Miles Archer 3 months after Spade's departure. But there is heat in the embers of that romance. Besides Spade's history, we follow him on a simple case of finding a rich kid with eyes on foreign ports that tumbles into a larger gold heist and a big fish that gets away, leaving dead sailors in his wake. Plus the first of Spade's clashes with the obnoxious Sergeant Dundy and the likable Tom Polhaus from the SFPD.

Fast forward to 1925, Spade's business has flourished and with it his reputation. In this section Spade takes on a couple of clients wanting to know more about the sudden death of a prominent banker, plus a girl friend of Effie's, all entangled with the big fish from section one. The details of the dead banker are revealed but Effie's girl friend meets the mortician.

The final section moves on to 1928 where Spade has taken in Archer as a partner to satisfy a client. This time a young Chinese woman needs Sam's help as she attempts to track down treasure her late father has hidden. During these pages we discover Ida and Sam are still an item, Sergeant Dundy is still a jerk, and Miles Archer is not the kind of man Spade wants as a partner.

In the climactic pages of part 3 Sam arranges a showdown with the elusive big fish that got away, settling more than one score. In the final scene Effie announces a Miss Wonderly wants to see Spade with the observation, "You'll want to see her anyway: she's a knockout." The launching point for the falcon story.

I enjoyed this book, learning of Spade's skill at detection, his network of information peddlers, and a basic moral fabric that allows a little adultery in the tight weft and warp. The most striking aspect of the book is how Mores has captured the language and cadence of Spade. It is easy to imagine Bogart delivering the lines, handrolled cigarette and all.

If the Spade/Bogart character holds interest for you then Spade and Archer might be worth your time and energy.

***Thanks Steve...one more book to add to my pile!

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What am I reading? Last week I dug out a raggedy old copy of King Row. Very old fashioned soap opera like story. I'm well into Olive Kitteridge. This is an awfully powerful book, told in a series on interrelated short stories. Olive is annoying, eccentric, brazen...and ever so honest. But the real star of this book is the writing itself. More next week.

Cry me a river...please! for a number of reasons, I have decided not to attend the booksellers annual trade show in St. Paul this year. There is no changing my mind. Registration is closed. So, today I received an email update on a last minute additions to the lineup. It seems that Garrison Keillor is hosting a cocktail party for all trade show attendees at his Minneapolis bookstore. Now are you crying me a river?!?!?!

Gone Fishing!

2010-09-03T09:53:00.000-07:00

No post this week.

LaDeDa will be closed Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

I will be at home reading Olive Kitteridge and.....

working on our Heart-A-Rama musical...we have a great start, and fun characters.

Take some time to relax.

A Funny Book...by Guest Blogger Blue Alice

2010-08-30T08:39:00.000-07:00

I am Blue Alice. I told you about myself last week. This is a funny book about a governess that comes to take care of three odd children. They are called Cassiopeia,Alexander and Beowulf. The man who owns the house found the children in the woods and brought them home. He kept them in the barn until Miss Penelope Lumley came to teach them. She has to get them to stop howling and showed them how to wear clothes.

One of my favorite parts was when Alexander wore his pants on his arms because he never had pants before. She teaches them how to dance a little so they can go to a fancy party that Lord Fredrick and Lady Constance are having. At the party, they act a little like animals again. Lady Constance gets mad, but it is really funny. Other people at the party liked the children.

The book reminded me of the books by Lemony Snicket, which I like a lot. There will be another book by the same author who is named Maryrose Wood.

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Thanks Blue. I hope you will keep reading and stop in to write more comments for us.

This is what I have for you today: I have never been a fan of fairs, or any event that includes things that spin, but from the looks of it, this year's Manitowoc County Fair was a success. We often get hit by rain that week, saddening both carnival workers and little kids hoping to spin until ill.

A second hand spinning story came my way last week...worth sharing...some of the details may have gotten mixed, changed, and twisted in the retelling. A Heart-A-Rama friend, Chris, was returning home one night, when she noticed a small carnival in the parking lot of Park Plaza. That last detail should give you a time context. Chris enjoys a good carnival ride, so even though it was the last night, and some of the carnies had begun dismantling their rides, she stopped with the intention riding whatever was still in motion.

The guard rails around the Octopus had already been removed, even through the ride was running. Chris got too close and was bumped in the head by one of the ride's cars, knocking her to the ground. She was out for a few seconds, and when she opened her eyes. a carnival worker was standing over her. Carnie workers from that time period are probably responsible for the stereotype that unfortunately stays with them today. Anyway, Chris said her first thought upon opening her eyes was, "Oh by, I'm going to die, and the last image I have is of this guy!" The adventure continues. Chris was taken to the hospital, where she made several brave, but futlie attempts to explain to the German, on-duty emergency room doctor what had happened. He managed to treat her, and send her home, never fully understanding how she came to be attacked by an octopus!

That's it for today....Teachers and students, have a wonderful school year. Please keep in touch. Tell me what you're up to and what you're reading.

Thanks for stopping by.

Sheriffing in Sun Valley by guest blogger Steven Head

2010-08-22T05:22:00.000-07:00

Earlier this month a friend told me about an interview on NPR's 'Crime in the City' series with Ridley Pearson. I confess ignorance when it comes to the mechanics of podcasts, but I was able to read the transcript on-line. Pearson talked about his Sheriff Walt Fleming series. It was interesting enough that I stopped by the library and picked up Killer Weekend, the first in the series.

Pearson is no stranger to the mystery genre, having written over 20 novels, including the Lou Boldt series. At least that is what the dust jacket says. He has also written books for young readers as well as two books with Dave Barry, Peter and the Starcatchers and Peter and the Shadow Thieves. But he was new to me so I looked forward to a western mystery adventure.

Pearson is a part-time resident of Sun Valley, Idaho, and he has decided to use this well known setting for his new crime series. In Killer Weekend, we are introduced to Deputy Walt Fleming, who starts the novel by saving New York Attorney General Elizabeth Shaler from an intruder with murder on his mind. Following Chapter One there is a fast forward eight years to find Fleming now Sheriff, and Ms. Shaler a candidate for President of the USA. She plans to announce her candidacy at a media conference surrounded by the rich and famous, but there have been threats against her life.

We quickly learn the identity and thought process of the attacker, and the level of violence and mayhem this person can create. The real mystery is who ordered 'the hit'. We know Ms. Shaler has enemies but little attention is given to potential suspects. Along the way we experience inter-agency rivalry between the Secret Service and the Sheriff's Department, the sibling rivalry of two brothers, the infidelity of the wife of an older rich man, and a gruesome murder set in the mountains.

Of course that only scratches the surface of this action driven mystery. Add in the gratuitous mention of Hemingway and film stars of the 1950's, one of Walt's deputies fooling around with his soon-to-be ex-wife, and tortured father-son dynamics to fill in the spaces around the mystery.

I could not stop reading the last 50 pages of this book. The level of action and tension interrupted my known ability to fall sleep anytime, anywhere. I will not reveal the ending of the book although it follows the prescribed formula, along with another dead body.

The comparison of Craig Johnson's Sheriff Walt Longmire series with Pearson's Sheriff Walt Fleming books is the difference between character driven and action driven mystery. By the end of a Johnson book you feel you know a cast of characters and want to see them again. In the Pearson book most of the characters are disposable, other than the Sheriff. They exist to serve the needs of the action, often having serious moral shortcomings.

I have a trip coming up at the end of September and I am hoping to listen to at least one Walt Fleming book on CD during the drive. The bubbling action and intrigue will keep me awake and concentrating on driving. (OK...honestly, it's not me...this blogger program is acting up again, and won't put spaces between this last few paragraphs. GRRRRR)

Thanks Steve. I am happy that you have resurfaced!

The truth is that Steve has been doing some of his own writing. I have been the honored (and sometimes shocked!) recipient of a two or three of Steve's short stories. As you know, SS is my favorite genre, so they worked well for me. I wonder if Steve when Steve will begin sending query letters to publishers.

Watch for our new guest blogger, Blue Alice.

She has written an introduction for you.

Hello. I am Blue Alice. That is my writer name. Blue for my favorite writer, Blue Balliet, and Alice for a poem by the same man who wrote Winnie the Poo. I like poems that rhyme and have a beat because I play the piano.

I also like to read and so Bev asked me to tell you about some good books. The first book I will tell you about as soon as I get to the end is The Incorrigible children of Ashton Place Book 1 The Mysterious Howling by Maryrose Wood.

I am in fifth grade this year. Bev helped me pick out this picture to be my trademark. She called it a different name but I can't remember it.

*****Thanks Blue. I hope to hear from you soon. By the way, I am quite sure she meant Winnie the Pooh, but you never know.

*****What am I reading? I am into my first ever Jeffery Deaver mystery called The Vanished Man. My friend Karen read in on the back of a Harley while she an her husband took a loooooog ride from Manitowoc to Alaska. She thought I would like it because it is about magic, and she knows that our friend, Chris, worked lights and sound for a magician for a while after college. Chris is one of the most honest, trustworthy people I know, and even though the document he signed in blood way back when promising not to reveal any magic secrets surly has vanished, he refuses to tell. Well, I did pry one trick out him...and he was right, it makes magic shows less magic-y for me now.

Hey, if you're going to the county fair, bring me some teeny-weeny donuts, OK, inso, hey!

Thanks for stopping by.

The Lure of the Kindle

2010-08-16T07:44:00.001-07:00

People keep asking my opinion of the Kindle, Amazon's wireless reading device, and others of similar ilk. Figured it was about time to spell it out. Let me start by saying these opinions are coming from someone who is not all that enchanted with technology. To be honest, I have come a long way since hurling my mouse across the room because I could not get graphs to settle into the text of my Masters thesis...which by the way took a 180+ page look at the scintillating topic of authentic assessment versus traditional testing in high school American Lit classes. Order your copies today!

I can now locate the spell checker (which I seldom use; but I didn't need to tell you that, did I?). From time to time I can fetch and place a picture into a text document; I can read and send email, although I frequently forget to attache the intended documents; and I can find realitysteve.com on the Internet. Now, with all that acquired skill flowing from my fingertips, I learn that, once again, I am several technology incarnations behind. I do not have a cell phone or any device to attache to my ear or index finger 24/7. No need, no desire. So, that is my starting point for my opinion of the Kindle.

Nosey people, with little sense of decorum, ask if the Kindle has hurt my business. Believe it or not, a couple customers have even brought their wafer thin "books" in for me to see, expecting that I would rejoice along with them. Come on, people, I sell books. Think about it! Some people are simply gadget folks, and they are not my customers. They have been Amazon customers since that on-line retailer broke into the marketplace. I can happily say that I haven't noticed a change in my business. As a matter of fact, each of those joyful Kindle owners have since returned to buy books!

Personally, I would probably get one of these contraptions if I lived in a tiny apartment with no room for books. That apartment would have to be very far from a library. A long commute to work might also tempt me. For me, the dangers outweigh any advantage. Have you seen these things? They are paper thin. I would manage to break it, or worse, lose it within days of purchase. Oh, but then, I would be safe if I bought the extra warranty for $50.00. The first generation Kindles are now selling for $139.00, but I bet those who jumped on the bandwagon without thinking about the built in planned obsolescence factor paid much, much more. The newest ones cost close to $400.00, and we all know it won't stop there. You can buy a leather case for another $50.00, or a deluxe case for $60.00. Shortly, no doubt, the Kindle will read your book to you, leaving you hands free to text, apply make-up,dance or whatever else can be done while driving.

My biggest problem with the Kindle is that it is an Amazon product. Amazon, along with B&N (currently in a state of turmoil due to overconfidence) are partly responsible for the decline in small, indie bookstores throughout the U.S. Most simply can't compete. We do not try, and when we did, it made no difference. Case in point. We, and another local indie bookstore advertised pre-sales for new Harry Potters at the same price Amazon listed, meaning we stood to lose money on the deal. Still, mail trucks were filled with HPs coming into the Lakeshore from Amazon. All those kids hungry to open those books could have picked them up at our midnight party, or grabbed them during the day - hours before they arrived via mail. So, again, those people who love gadgets will use gadgets. I am sure they have their reasons, and I continue to be ever so grateful for our loyal customers.

As long as I am on a roll (not a rant) let me share a fear with you. What happens when Amazon rules the world of books? When they are the only game in town, you can be sure those attractive prices on best sellers, and their come-on package deals will go poof, and their pricing structure will change. I worry about what will happen to our many fine libraries if the love affair with electronic readers continues. Our Manitowoc and Two Rivers libraries are treasure troves for intellectuals and explorers. They are havens rich with informations, insights, and all sorts of fun...all without judgement. But, most of all, they promore books and reading. Will the Kindle create the perception that books, and therfore buildings housing them, are passe? What happens then?

And then there is the notion of....of, so sorry, I never intended this to get so long. Bottom line, if the Kindle lures you away from us, keep in touch. Please know that your friendship will always be worth more than dollars in the register.

What am I reading? We got a pile of new kids' books in last week, and I have been having the best time reading silly stories.

(Steve, where have you been? How have you been? Have you stopped reading?)

It's Dog Blog Time!

2010-08-06T15:45:00.000-07:00

Finally! It's Showtime and You Know Who is too busy to write even a paragraph for her faithful readers. Harrumph! Harrumph I say! Never fear, dear readers (was that not a nicely turned phrase for a pup?) I will not desert you. I have been waiting for this chance to tell you about two of my new best favorite books.

Let's start with Dodsworth in New York. What a story! Jeepers, did I laugh. My laugh is great. I wish you could hear it. It sounds sort of like when a mosquito flies down your throat and you have to get it out cuz it tickles. YKW always thinks I'm having some sort of attack when that happens; she just doesn't get it.

Well, Dodsworth is a mole, I think, but he's still cute even if that is what he is. He likes to travel. Dodsworth packs his little suitcase, jumps in a taxi and goes places. In this book he goes to New York. He meets a duck at Hodges' Cafe, and the duck tags along with Dodsworth. Dods , as I like to call him, tries to hide from the duck, but the duck always finds him. What a hoot. I mean, just think about it...a duck following you to the movies, to museums, to the Statue of Liberty. Dodsworth is so nice that he won't just walk up to that pesty duck and say "Duck, this is my vacation, go away." that is exactly what I would do.

This was a very long book to read between naps, growling, shaking my stuffed pepper, and entertaining the owner, but I plan to read more. Dodsworth in London and Dodsworth in Paris should fill my winter months.

Broadway Barks is also about New York. Douglas is a nice doggy who is waiting to be found. He remembers all the cozy parts about having a family like the walks, and the good dinners. One day, he is found, polished up, and given a job in show biz! He sings, he dances, he does tricks. I do all those things too, but you can bet your life I'll never let on to YKW or else she'll drag me out of my nice warm bed, and put me in of those goofy shows of hers.

So, that's my DogBlog for today. What is YKW reading? Well, I saw her dragging around a copy of Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy, the same guy who wrote something called Tess of the Durbervilles. I think I saw her crying, but she would say it was allergies. Maybe she is missing her only friend, Karen, who is on a mortorcycle trip to Alaska with her husband, Steve. I bet their butts are sore. She'll probably tell you about it soon, the book, not the trip or the butts.

Hey, go see "Rumpelstiltskin" at UW-Manitowoc - Thursday at 7, or Saturday at 1:30 and 3:30.

A Nice, Big Commercial for Rumpelstiltskin at UW-Manitowoc

2010-08-02T09:17:00.000-07:00

Come join us at UW-Manitowoc for an interactive production of

RUMPELSTILTSKIN

Thursday, August 12, 7:00..........Saturday, August 14, 1:30 and 3:30

Get tickets here at LaDeDa, at UW-Manitowoc, or at the door. Festival seating.

$2.00 for children under 12 $5.00 for adults

Here's a copy of the press release to local papers......

On a high mountain, at the end of the forest, where the fox and hare bid each other good-night, lives Rumpelstiltskin, a funny little man with the power to spin straw into gold! Children of all ages are invited to meet this whimsical fellow, and see him work his magic when UW-Manitowoc’s Continuing Education Department presents “Rumpelstiltskin”, an imagination play, 7 P.M. Thursday, August 12, and 1:30 and 3:30 Saturday, August 14.

Chuck Allger, Laurie Magyar, Corrie Skubal, and Scott Zahn, all seasoned Heart-A-Rama performers, along with Rick Oswald, an audience favorite from UW-Manitowoc’s productions of “The Taffetas” and “Honky Tonk Angels” have assembled to enact the traditional tale of the miller’s daughter who must spin straw into gold or suffer the consequences.

Children from the audience will be selected randomly to fill the roles of the king’s pages, and to act as assistant to Glady, the storyteller who must keep the miller from fainting from hunger.

The cast will be available for photos with children after each performance.

Kathy Palmer, Director of Continuing Education is the producer, Bev Denor is director, and Chris Lochmann is tech coordinator. Dawn Dabek, Maddie Hansen, Rich Hanke, Cindy Oswald, Arlo Temme, and Kris Zahn provide additional show support.

Tickets cost is $5.00 for adults and $2.00 for children under 12. They are available at the University of Wisconsin-Manitowoc (683.4782) and at LaDeDa Books & Beans, 1624 New York Ave (684.7745). Profits from the show support Continuing Education theatre offerings and programming for children.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my little commercial. I hope you can make it to the show. You could make the weekend of the 12th a full out theatre weekend. Catch Peter Quince' "The Pajama Game" and Tome Drill's Showtime 2010. Really...you can get to all three! Such fun!

What am I reading? I just dug into T.C. Boyle's short sotry collection called Wild Child.

The Great Escape

2010-07-26T08:26:00.001-07:00

Last Wednesday, I took advantage of a day off and wandered through some colorful little communities on my way to Princeton. Although I thought it would be a day away from turning pages, I was wrong...and happily so. I guess it's just who I am one way or another.

Have you been to Poy Sippi? The first thought that popped upon seeing the modest clapboard houses, perfectly tailored old fashioned white churches - with honest-to-goodness Norman Rockwell steeples! - was "I have found Lake Woebegone!" Remember, it was Wednesday, and the good peopleof Poy Sippi were working, so things were quiet. None of the stores I visited were air conditioned, and the owners, each and every one, were found in a corner, in a rocking chair, fanning themselves with a paper plate. Each was anxious to chat, and equally as anxious to lower prices to meet my needs. Nice folks.

Finally I made it to "Georgie's", in Princeton. the picture at the top is from the main showroom. Owner, Robyn Mockus, has a warm collection of home gods, featuring the fanciful work of her artist/writer sister, Tracy Porter. Porter designs furniture, accessories, and clothing. She is frequently on Oprah's favorites list...and she is from Wisconsin...about an hour and half away from Manitowoc.

I also checked out Green Lake, about three miles from Princeton. Green Lake hosts writing conferences throughout the year. A little research when I got home told me that I missed a whopper of an opportunity; but now I have a reason to return. Hidden somewhere on highway K in Markesan, which is in Green Lake county, is Happy Tales Bookshop owned by Roy and Lenore Dickmann. Their used bookstore was features some years ago on "Sunday Morning". The Dickmanns love books; they estimate having over 1 million in barns and other buildings on their farm property. She arranges them on tables in a very unorthodox categories... books everyone should read...books that have been banned....books to read once and then give away...books with blue covers! I can't wait to get back there. Apparently, Roy and Lenore aren't too anxious to part with their collection, since they are only open on Saturdays!

***Last week I had one of those "you never know..." moments. A former student stopped in with here infant daughter to thank me for being her teacher. That was humbling, and just the gentle reminder I needed that we never know how our words and actions will affect others.

Claire is one of those perpetually happy people, the kind of person others envy. Claire should bottle whatever that magic is...that's what I often thought. A few years ago, I had the privilege of meeting Jen, who turned up to audition for Heart-A-Rama. Jen has the same contagious spirit as Claire, and guess what? Their mom's are sisters!

***If you're looking for a rental flick that is a bit out of the ordinary, try "Paperclips." This documentary shows how several groups of junior high students worked in a small town, to teach their homogeneous community about diversity. They set out to collect six million paperclips, one for each person who was murdered during the holocaust. In the process, they met concentration camp survivors, received letters from relatives of those who died, and created a permanent memorial. Amazing and emotional. A two or three tissue movie.

"Grizzly Man"....another documentary. Timothy Treadwell's passion took him to the Alaskan wilderness where he lived among bears off and on for over ten years. He filmed himself interacting with the bears, and commenting on society's lack of compassion and understanding of these animals. As his involvement with the bears progressed, his video essays turned to rants, and he appeared to be losing touch with reality. I don't know what to make of him, or of his friends who surely saw the downward spiral. Fascinating and terrifying film.

Heart-a-Rama 2011 kicks off tonight with a directors' meeting. Hopefully, we'll come up with a theme tonight and can start writing!

Thanks for stopping by!