Friday, October 18, 2013

The Glass Family

JD Salinger, the famously reclusive author, is probably best known for his novel about teen angst (among other things), The Catcher in the Rye.  I like the novel, but I've always been much more interested in Salinger's short stories, many of which focus on the Glass family.  This family consists of:

Mom
Dad (to be honest, I can't remember the parents' names offhand, which is probably terrible, but it's the kids who are the most interesting.  There's a chance they're named Leo and Bessie, but I could be way off).

Seymour
Buddy
Walt
Waker
Boo-Boo
Franny
Zooey

This is a big family, at least by today's standards.  Their names seem pretentious somehow, and perhaps they are a bit.  The characters themselves are a bit pretentious too, but not in a way that makes you hate them.  They're all extremely precocious - as children each of them is featured on a radio program basically consisting of a panel of precocious kids talking about various issues.

Seymour is the oldest, maybe the smartest, and he and Buddy (who is kind of a sidekick) are the ringleaders of the family.  They have a lot of influence over their younger siblings, shaping their upbringing in a very deep way.  They are interested in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Chinese and Japanese poetry among other things.  As adults, both Seymour and Buddy do normal-people things like join the army during WWII, but normal life doesn't really suit Seymour so well (he suffers from depression and eventually commits suicide).

Walt is killed in the war, and his twin Waker becomes a monk.  Boo-Boo gets married and has kids.  Franny suffers from young-person angst a la Holden Caulfield, and Zooey (the youngest brother) is an actor.  On the whole, the family is a bit much, but they're somehow likeably smart, quirky, not particularly successful as adults, and the kind of people you might want to spend time with but not a family you'd likely want to marry into.

"Raise high the roof beam, carpenters.  Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man."

Friday, October 11, 2013

Food & Drink Friday - Pumpkin Edition

On Fridays I'd like to take a break from literature and discuss some of my other passions, namely comestibles and beverages of all sorts.

In case you haven't noticed, it's now fall.  And during the fall, Americans will pay for and eat or drink almost anything with the word pumpkin in it.  This applies to desserts, savory foods, and things you would never expect find associated with pumpkin, such as rooibos tea.  Obviously, the prevalence of pumpkin is a bit of a gimmick, but it's a delicious gimmick.  I wouldn't be caught dead purchasing or cooking an actual pumpkin...in fact, I don't think I have the faintest idea how one might cook a pumpkin in the first place.  But I will buy and consume pumpkin waffles, coffee, bars, muffins, bagels, and butter.  Potentially all within the same day.

I'm not sure where or when this whole pumpkin obsession started, but I'll happily point the finger at Starbucks and its popular Pumpkin Spice Latte, which is now so cool and famous that it need only be abbreviated - PSL.  It's the Lyndon Baines Johnson of overpriced drinks.

Not everyone is on board with this trend, however.  Just this week I was discussing the beloved pumpkin (قرع) with an Egyptian-American friend.  When I mentioned America's love for this gourd, she made a face and declared that she had never tried pumpkin, nor would she ever.  I guess it's a New World thing, don't look for pumpkin koshari on the streets of Cairo any time soon.

One last anecdote...my friend once tried boiling a jack-o-lantern to make pumpkin soup.  No matter how much you love the stuff, don't go there.  Your friends will never let you live it down.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Travel for free! (and learn some history too)



Most of us will only be able to visit a very small number of places in our lifetimes.  The demands of work and childcare, combined with financial and temporal limitations can be daunting.  This is one of the main reasons I enjoy reading history books.  The ability to experience other times and places without leaving home has always been one of the best reasons to read books anyway, right?  I tend to like books aimed at a popular audience.  I don’t really need laborious source citations or a detailed description of the extant literature on a particular topic.  I just want to know what happened.  Right now I’m reading a book about Operation Mincemeat, a really interesting deception operation undertaken by the Brits during WW2.  Other examples of this genre I have enjoyed include:

-The Great Game by Peter Hopkirk
-Trespassers on the Roof of the World (also Hopkirk.  Spoiler alert - Tibetans are not gentle pacifists.)
-The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang (depressing but good)

Semi-historical fiction is also good for faux-travelling.  Everything I know about the history of India and Pakistan (which isn’t much) comes from reading Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children.  The Poisonwood Bible is another good book, set in Africa, that gives you the impression of having visited a place you may never see in real life.  For better or worse, some of these books have come to embody certain places and times for me.  The Sun Also Rises = Spain.  A Year in Provence = well, Provence.  Silence =  17th century Japan.  My Name is Red = Ottomans.  Snow = modern-day Turkey.  The list goes on and on.

The works of Graham Greene, probably one of my favorite authors and one I’m sure I’ll mention frequently on this blog, are so notorious for this effect that his books’ settings are known collectively as Greeneland.   

Here’s a summary of some of my favorites:
The Comedians – Haiti
Our Man in Havana – Cuba, of course
The Heart of the Matter – Sierra Leone
The Honorary Consul – Argentina
Brighton Rock – Brighton, England
The Power and the Glory – Mexico
The Third Man – Vienna
The Quiet American - Vietnam

Friday, September 27, 2013

Anne of Green Gables

This was one of my favorite books growing up.  I honestly feel like I know Anne, I think of her childhood as if I experienced it at least tangentially.  Her relationships with Marissa and Matthew, her romance with Gilbert, her friendship with Diana Barry, all seem real to me.  When my son was diagnosed with croup I immediately thought of how Anne saved the day by treating Diana's little sister. Any time I eat mussels from P.E.I. I think of her.  Consumption (suffered by Ruby), hair dye, Tennyson. puffed sleeves, twins (the family with three sets with whom Anne lived before moving to the Cuthberts'), the Tory party, ipecac, and the spelling Anne vs. Ann all immediately call to mind this book and its sequels.  I can even visualize the exact copy I had as a kid...green hardback with a ribbon to mark my place.  I never enjoyed the sequels quite as much, aside from the knowledge that Anne and Gilbert did get married and have a family together.  To be fair, the original novel was so good it would be hard to top.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Origins

I aim to make this blog about several topics - literature, language, and other things I enjoy.  I suppose there's no better way to start than by quoting Tennyson.  In the modern era he's probably not considered particularly cool (despite being extensively admired by Anne Blythe nee Cuthbert).  Regardless, this is one of my favorite poems, one of the few that's really stuck with me over the years.  I've always been more of a novelophile - perhaps I'm not sophisticated enough to enjoy poetry, but this one in particular is simple and straightforward, but also speaks to me on a deeper level.

Enjoy!

The Dreamer

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

On a midnight in midwinter when all but the winds were dead,
“The meek shall inherit the earth” was a Scripture that rang through his head,
Till he dreamed that a Voice of the Earth went wailingly past him and said:

“I am losing the light of my  Youth
And the Vision that led  me of old,
And I clash with an iron Truth,
When I make for an Age of gold,
And I would that my race were run,
For teeming with liars, and madmen, and knaves,
And wearied of Autocrats, Anarchs, and Slaves,
And darkened with doubts of a Faith that saves,
And crimson with battles, and hollow with graves,
To the wail of my winds, and the moan of my waves
I whirl, and I follow the Sun.”

Was it only the wind of the Night shrilling out Desolation and wrong
Through a dream of the dark? Yet he thought that he answered her wail with a song -

Moaning your losses, O Earth,
   Heart-weary and overdone!
But all’s well that ends well,
   Whirl, and follow the Sun!

He is racing from heaven to heaven
   And less will be lost than won,
For all’s that ends well,
   Whirl, and follow the Sun!

The Reign of the Meek upon earth,
   O weary one, has it begun?
But all’s well that ends well,
   Whirl, and follow the Sun!

For moans will have grown sphere-music
   Or ever your race be run!
And all’s well that ends well,
   Whirl, and follow the Sun!