I was looking for something more recent by White but she doesn’t seem to have done anything other than a christmasy book since her heyday in the late 90’s. So I reread this because everyone needs to have an aunt who teaches an alligator to bellow on command and a mother who… well Ms. White is a force of nature but often that nature is mostly without reference to modern mores and conventions. Continue reading “Mama Makes Up Her Mind and Other Dangers of Southern Living — Bailey White”
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe — Fanny Flagg
(pub. 2002)
A mix of the contemporary interviews, in the moment story telling, and little bits from newspapers make an interesting way of telling a story.
Much of the story is narrated by Ninny Threadgoode — a woman who married in the to the Threadgoode family. She’s not exactly an unreliable narrator but she has her own perspective on things. Other parts of the book are told in the present tense as the action happens over the course of the years. Continue reading “Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe — Fanny Flagg”
Pachinko — Min Jin Lee
(pub. 2017)
The game of pachinko is little like pinball and little like a slot machine. You don’t need to know much more about the game other than to understand that the machines are manipulated in much the same way the slot machines are programmed. To favor the house at all times but to allow enough winning to make the thing addictive. There is always hope. Continue reading “Pachinko — Min Jin Lee”
Women & Power: A Manifesto — Mary Beard
(pub. 2017)
Two essays published in the London Review of Books in 2014 and 2017
In the Public Voice of Women, Beard shows the depth and breadth of the practice of the silencing of women. She begins with the silencing of Penelope by her son Telemachus in the Odyssey. When Penelope enters the hall to ask that the singer to literally change his tune, her young son Telemachus tells his mother to be quiet and go back up stairs, Continue reading “Women & Power: A Manifesto — Mary Beard”
Being Against the Eternal Now
I have been coming to Oaxaca for 16 years now. I come for weeks or even months at a time, and yet I am so far unable to master the language. In spite of all the time I’ve spent going to dinner, riding in taxis, and attempting to decipher the labels in the galleries and museums. Despite months of Spanish lessons at home, I speak like a stunted toddler: in monosyllables, two words at a time. I am unable to coherently express so much as, “I came from Seattle yesterday.”
Here I have no tenses but the present. I can say “I going out now,” but cannot manage “I arrived on Tuesday,” or, “I went to the Toledo museum this morning,” or, “I would like to ride the horses tomorrow”.
In Mexico I have few futures. I can manage a sort of “further tense” using the present tense of ir (to go) and an infinitive — loosely “I am going to” [do this thing]. Voy a scriber mañana. I am going to write tomorrow. Continue reading “Being Against the Eternal Now”