Monday, July 27, 2015

Lives in Ruins

There is a good chance that you have something in common with Marilyn Johnson, author of Lives in Ruin: Archaeologists and the Seductive Lure of Human Rubble, because Johnson's dream job (one she aspired to but never filled) was to be an archaeologist.  It seems like thousands and thousands of us had the same dream - largely, with the same result.  Once we find out how hard it is to get a job as a field archaeologist, and how little the work actually pays, we move on to a more realistic alternative to make our way in the world.

Johnson, however, is luckier than most of us will ever be when it comes to archaeology: she turned her love of the calling into a book deal.  And she has written a book sure to please the rest of the dreamers out there.  Johnson's research gave her the opportunity to get her hands dirty at digs all over the world, to meet some of the most respected archaeologists working today, and to gain a new appreciation for those, from top to bottom, who dedicate their lives to sifting through the remains of those who came before them.  As she put it in the book's prologue, she was "studying the people who study people."

Lives in Ruins is presented in four sections: "Boot Camp," "The Classics," "Archeology and War," and "Heritage."  In the appropriately titled first section, Johnson recounts what she considers to be a "rite of passage" for all wannabe archeologists: field school.  In one of my favorite chapters in the book, she describes the typical field camp experience in which apprentices pay for the privilege of joining an excavation to do the dirtiest and most tedious grunt work imaginable.  They pay dearly (often in the thousands of dollars) for the chance to be there simply because they hope the experience and the contacts they make will help them become a permanent part of that world.

"The Classics is a short section in which the author meets, and learns from, some of the most respected archaeologists who have made their career studying Greek archeology.  Amusingly, Johnson points out how often even this rather elite group of professionals affectionately evokes the name Indiana Jones in conversation with her and how amused they themselves are at the job envy they sense from so many of the people they meet outside the job.

Marilyn Johnson
The books third section, Archaeology and War addresses one of the major problems associated with preserving the past there is today: war in all of its terrible destructiveness.  Here, Johnson interviews and befriends some of the people working hard to educate American soldiers about the importance and sacredness of some of the ground upon which they are fighting for their lives.  Encouragingly, the military seems to have fully embraced site preservation as one of its wartime missions.

Heritage, the books last section, finds Johnson and a group of archaeologists from six continents on a field trip/convention to Machu Picchu where she compares and contrasts the ways that various countries approach archeology and summarizes what she learned about the profession and those who sacrifice so much to be a part of it.


Lives in Ruins is an eye-opener of a book, a stark reminder of how easy it is to destroy our history in the blink of an eye, and a tribute to those who dedicate their lives to preserving as much of that history as possible for future generations to explore and appreciate.

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Book Culling Feels Good

My project to get rid of a healthy percentage of the books I've accumulated over the years is moving steadily along.  This week alone I managed to move about 80 books out of the house to new ownership, and that brings my total moved count to right at 130 books.  And the best news for me is that I'm finding it easier and easier to cull books from my stacks.

Granted, I'm running out of exile candidates, but I do still have two more closets (that house at least 400 books between the two of them) to get through, so more are bound to go.

In the process, I've reorganized my bookshelves to the degree that the 800 books, or so, on the shelves are all there because they have attained a certain status in my mind.  They are there for specific reasons.  I have my shelves grouped into small sections but the bulk of the books are titles filed alphabetically by author - regardless of whether the books are fiction, nonfiction, poetry, plays, or anything else.  Then I have those smaller sections such as: autographed books, Modern Library volumes from the forties and fifties, Library of America collection, books on books, author biographies, novels using famous authors as characters, baseball books, books about long walks or trips, books on classic country music artists, and books of all types relating to the American Civil War.  

So I've been pretty busy.  But it's been worth the hours I've burned doing it so far and I feel that the shelves are finally coming under some semblance of control.  And, boy, have I found a bunch of books I can't wait to read, books that have been out of sight for so long that I almost forgot that I even had them. 

This has actually been fun...I'm shocked to say that.

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Friday, July 24, 2015

Richard Wright, Four-Year-Old Arsonist

One of the stops I made last week took me to the home of author Richard Wright's grandmother, a home that Wright spent a significant amount of time in as a child and young man.  

And, of course, I could only think of one thing while standing in the street to snap the photos I've posted here.  This is the very home (I was told) in which Wright set the curtains on fire while burning things in the room's coal-burning fireplace.  Those of you who have read Wright's Black Boy will remember the incident as Wright recounts it in the book's opening pages:
Now I was wondering just how the long fluffy white curtains would look if I lit a bunch of straws and held it under them.  Would I try it?  Sure.  I pulled several straws from the broom and held them to the fire until they blazed; I rushed to the window and brought the flame in touch with the hems of the curtains.  My brother shook his head.
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He spoke too late.  Red circles were eating into the white cloth; then a flare of flame shot out.  Startled, I backed away.  The fire soared to the ceiling and I trembled with fright.  Soon a sheet of yellow lit the room.  I was terrified; I wanted to scream but was afraid.  I looked around for my brother; he was gone.  One half the room was now ablaze.   
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Soon my mother would smell that smoke and see the fire and come and beat me.  I had done something wrong, something which I could not hide or deny.  Yes, I would run away and never come back.  I ran out of the kitchen and into the back yard.  Where could I go?  Yes, under the house!  Nobody would find me there...Anyway, it was all an accident; I had not really intended to set the house afire.  I had just wanted to see how the curtains would look when they burned.  And neither did it occur to me that I was hiding under a burning house."

Wright was, of course, "rescued."  But his mother beat him within an inch of his life, it seems, and the little boy was bedridden for a long time as a result of that beating.


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Thursday, July 23, 2015

Lunch at the Piccadilly

Many baby boomers, especially those of us who are closer to 70 years of age now than we are to 60, are caretakers of our parents.  Some of those eighty-and-ninety-something-year-olds live with one of their children and some of them are living in assisted living facilities or in nursing homes.  Clyde Edgerton’s Lunch at the Piccadilly focuses on the group dynamic of life in one of these facilities, the Rosehaven Convalescence Center in little Listre, North Carolina. 

Carl Turnage became a regular at Rosehaven Convalescence when Lil Olive, his favorite aunt, took up residence there.  When, as a still relatively young woman, Lil realized she would never have children of her own, she decided to pour all of her affection for children Carl’s way.  And Carl, who considered Lil more a second mother than an aunt, reciprocated.  Now that his mother is dead, there is no one in the world closer to Carl than Aunt Lil, and he is determined to ease her through her final years.

What Carl finds in Rosehaven will make him laugh, make him cry, and change him in ways he never bargained for.  As often happens in assisted living facilities, the residents travel in packs of three or four like-minded souls who live primarily to speculate and gossip about everyone else in the building, including occasional visitors.  Come to think of it, life in an assisted living facility is a lot like eating in the Junior High lunchroom we all, perhaps not so fondly, remember.

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Carl has the usual concerns about Lil: how to convince her to hang up her car keys for good, making sure that she takes her medication correctly, making sure that her bills are paid, how to add a little variety to her day, how to find enough time to visit her the way she deserves to be visited, etc.  And then L. Ray Flowers, a charismatic, guitar-playing, part-time preacher comes to Rosehaven for physical therapy.  Soon, L. Ray and Lil’s group of four have hatched up plans to form a national movement that would do away with nursing homes by moving the elderly residents into churches where they would be cared for by church members.  L. Ray likes to call these new facilities “nurches.”

But life goes on.  And minds slip.  And people come and go.  And when they go, they go for good.

Lunch at the Piccadilly, despite its setting, is not a sad novel.  Assisted living facilities are filled with humor and good times, and with people who are content with this stage of their lives.  Of course, there are a few chronically unhappy residents and others whose minds have slipped beyond the point of knowing exactly where they are most days.  But the beautiful thing is that they have each other for support and how much happier they all are as a result. 


Clyde Edgerton has largely captured the atmosphere that I see most every time that I visit my 93-year-old father.  He has been in a facility for over six years, and I have come to know many of his friends during that time.  Yes, it is an ever-changing cast of friends, but they are teaching me what to expect for myself later on -and reminding me to live life to the fullest while I can.  This is a beautiful little book.

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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

On Getting Mugged by Half Price Books

I love shopping at my local Half Price Books bookstore because I never know what I might find.  I have to say, though, that the selection was much more surprising and exciting ten years ago than it is today because Half Price Books seems to concentrate now more on current fiction than it did in the chain's earlier days.  Too, "collector books," and to Half Price that's anything published before 1960 regardless of condition, have been granted a section of their own - where they are most often overpriced and underwhelming.

But that's not why I am irked at Half Price today.

No, what I find hard to understand is why anyone wants to sell anything TO Half Price because the chain's cash offers generally come in somewhere between ludicrous and insulting.  Case in point: I brought 35 hardcovers and a couple of large paperbacks to the store today to see what they would pay for them and the offer I received pegs out the "Insulting" end of their offer scale.

Are you ready for this?  The offer was for $4.00...total...as in all in. That, friends, is just a hair over ten cents a book, twenty or so of which the clerk admitted would be placed on their shelves at prices ranging from $4 to $7 dollars each.  The others they say would be donated to a charity of some sort.  

I have a bad foot at the moment and cannot walk without a good bit of pain, so I just could not see packing the books out to my car and lugging them to the local hospital (which is where I should have gone in the first place).  So I took the petty change and walked out with an attitude.  Thanks for making my day Half Price Books.

I simply don't understand why anyone would sell to Half Price Books...ever.  And for me, "ever" has now turned into "never."  As in never again will I be ripped off by a major book chain like Half Price Books.

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

For the Dead

For the Dead is Timothy Hallinan’s sixth Poke Rafferty novel, and the series just keeps getting better and better.  Maybe that’s because readers have grown so comfortable now with the Rafferty family (Poke; his ex-Thai bargirl wife, Rose; and Miaow, the little homeless girl they adopted as their own) or maybe it’s because Hallinan’s stories are just getting better and better – maybe it’s a bit of both.  Whichever it is, every time I finish a Poke Rafferty novel, I can’t wait to get my hands on the next one.

Interestingly, the fourth book in the series (The Queen of Patpong) can be said to be Rose’s book, and this sixth one is most definitely Miaow’s.  Miaow has come a long way since she was plucked off the streets by Poke and taken into his home.  The bright, but socially insecure, little girl is doing well in the private school she attends, and has recently discovered that she has both a love, and a real talent, for the stage.  Things are going so well for Miaow, in fact, that she also has her first serious boyfriend, a Vietnamese boy who calls himself Andrew.

That relationship, though, is about to make life very interesting for the Rafferty clan because when the kids get hold of a used iPhone to replace the one Andrew lost, they get more than they bargained for.  They also get all the pictures placed there by the phone’s previous owner – and someone in those pictures wants very badly to make sure that no one ever sees them.

Tim Hallinan
Poke Rafferty, ever the protective husband and father, will really have to scramble this time if he is to save his family from the powerful people desperately trying to retrieve the lost iPhone before Andrew and Miaow can show the pictures to the right policemen.  Before this one is over, Poke will have called for help from some expected and from some unexpected sources.  And for the first time in memory, his longtime friend with the Thai police, Arthit, will actually be on the same side as the corrupt cop to whom he reports.


Timothy Hallinan’s Poke Rafferty books never disappoint, and For the Dead is no exception.  If the subgenre of “literary thriller” does not already exist, it should be created immediately because that is exactly what the Poke Rafferty books are.  Although Hallinan’s plots are as intricate and exciting as those of any good thriller, what makes the Rafferty books special is the steady development and evolution of the author’s main characters.  Poke, Rose, Miaow, and Arthit are wonderfully sympathetic and real to those who have already been reading the series for a while.  But the lucky ones just might be those readers for whom the series is a new one because, come October 2015 and the publication of The Hot Countries, they will have seven terrific books to binge-read. 


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Monday, July 20, 2015

Harper Lee's Hometown Celebrates Go Set a Watchman

Old Courthouse, Monroeville 
Monroeville (Alabama) today is home to approximately 6,500 people and the surrounding county adds maybe another 23,000 souls to the area population.  It is a relatively sleepy little town these days and I can only imagine what it must have been like when Harper Lee and Truman Capote were spending their summers together there.  Just the fact that two writers of such stature could come from such a small place - much less that they were friends from childhood - is mind-boggling.  

But they did.  And the world celebrated one of them again as the clock struck twelve midnight on the evening of May 13.  That hour marked the official release of what is already being called by some "the biggest book of the decade," Harper Lee's new novel Go Set a Watchman.  And in Monroeville, along with a few hundred locals, the rest of the world was watching.  Within a few minutes of my arrival at the old county courthouse (sometimes called Atticus's courthouse), I had already spoken to representatives from CNN, the AP, and people from the Netherlands and England about what was planned for the evening and where it was all going to happen.  


Ol' Curiosities and Bookshoppe
Later in the evening when I arrived at Ol' Curiosities and Bookshoppe, a small crowd had already gathered in front of the little bookstore to await delivery of the books that most everyone around me had pre-ordered weeks earlier.   Remember what I said about the number of people living in and around Monroeville: 30,000 people in all of Monroe County, max.  Well, this little bookstore managed to pre-sell 7,499 of the 7,500 copies of the book it received for sale.  And, although I had decided to wait in line to purchase a copy, I found out very quickly that they were all gone - resulting in total gross sales (based on the price I paid for a copy at the old courthouse the next morning) of $228,869.48.  That is astounding.  (I don't know for certain whether or not those who pre-ordered were given a discounted price, so I've used the $30.52 price I paid for my own copy, including sales tax of 9%.)


Monroeville Library
The big events actually took place a few hours later on the morning of May 14th.  The town library provided volunteer guides to accompany visitors on walking tours of the area surrounding the old courthouse and the courthouse and its museum displays were open for viewing.  Inside the courtroom (a replica of which was used in the movie version of To Kill a Mockingbird) a marathon reading of Go Set a Watchman was taking place where volunteer readers sat on the judge's chair and read to those seated in the courtroom.
Outside Old Courthouse
 By the time I made it upstairs to the courtroom, a British-accented reader was just finishing up "Part 1" of the novel (ending on page 39 of this 278 page book).  I listened as she began "Part II," took a few pictures and moved on to the library to join about 25 others for one of the walking tours.




Tribute to Atticus Finch, the Lawyer
Thankfully, bottles of water were provided at the beginning of the walk because the temperature was well up into the nineties as we began.  Along the way, we saw things like the monument to the image of Atticus Finch, the sculpture representing the three children of To Kill a Mockingbird, the office building in which Harper Lee's sister practiced law for decades, and we met two young actors from the stage play version of Mockingbird that the city of Monroeville presents every year.  


Boo's Tree
All in all, my decision to drive from Houston to Monroeville was a good one and I'm happy to have been there.  The people of Monroeville are open and friendly and they were happy to talk about their city's most famous resident - all the while noticeably trying not to infringe on Miss Lee's privacy.  They shared stories about growing up with her and around her legacy and, for the most part, they seem proud of her and her little friend Truman.  But, of course, there are
always one or two skeptics, such as the old farmer I met in McDonald's (breakfast opportunities are limited in Monroeville) who said all that Harper Lee did "was write about life in the old days."  According to him, "most anyone could have done it; she was just writing about the way things were back then."

Well...if you say so, man.


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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Scout Finch, Dave Robicheaux, Richard Wright...and More

This will be brief, but just wanted to let you guys know that I arrived back in Houston this afternoon and I have a few things to tell you about. 

I'll probably start with my experience in Monroeville, Alabama (hometown of Harper Lee), because that's where I was for the official launching of Lee's "new" book last week.  I got there in time to participate in the midnight unveiling at the only bookstore in town...and it was interesting.

I also spent a bit of time in New Iberia, Louisiana,  which is, as fans of James Lee Burke will know, the home of Dave Robicheaux, Burke's fictional Cajun detective.  

And I hit some other bookish spots (bookstores and literary landmarks) in Mississippi that I want to share with everyone.  In my week on the road, I covered about 1700 miles and came home with lots of pictures, memories...and nine books.  

Now, to get some rest for my ailing left foot (I can barely walk at the moment) so that I can get a fresh start tomorrow. 

See you then.


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Sunday, July 12, 2015

James Lee Burke, Harper Lee, and Mr. Faulkner Are Calling Me



Plans have changed again.

If I don't head out of here this afternoon, July and most of August are looking iffy, so I'm out of here.

I hope to post about my quick road trip while I'm out there, but it might have to wait until I return.  Right now I'm packing the car - and planning to be somewhere in Louisiana by the end of the day.  James Lee Burke and New Iberia are calling me...


Saturday, July 11, 2015

Southern Lit Tour on the Fly

Looks like I might soon have a small window of opportunity to hit the road for a few days.  The schedule around here is so unpredictable that these "windows" appear and disappear again very quickly, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed for the moment.

I mentioned a week or so ago that my recent car wreck is, at least in the short term, grounding me from some of my favorite activities: live music, professional baseball games, eating in certain restaurants, etc. - all of those things rattle my ears painfully and set off the screeching tinnitus I'm still battling some three weeks after the accident.  That's the bad news.  The good news is that Civil War battle sites, bookstores, historic authors' homes, and libraries are nice and quiet (well unless someone fires a cannon at one of the battleground sites, that is).  

Anyway...looks like I might be able to sneak out of town around July 16.  If so, I'll probably head east so that I can focus on three or four states in that direction: Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and maybe Georgia (if time allows).  The research is going very slowly at this point, and a lot of it will have to be done on the fly, I'm afraid.  And that scares me because, without even realizing it, I'm liable to drive past some of the exact things I want to see.

Towns on my list so far include:
Monroeville, AL (Harper Lee, Truman Capote)
Demopolis, AL (Lillian Hellman)
Mobile, AL (William March, Eugene Wallace, Albert Murray)
Jackson, MS (Eudora Welty, Richard Wright)
Greenville, MS (Walker Percy, Shelby Foote)
Clarksdale, MS (Tennessee Williams)
Columbus, GA (Carson McCullers)
Moreland, GA (Erskine Caldwell)
Savannah, GA (Flannery O'Conor)
New Orleans, LA - possibly (John Kennedy Toole, Walker Percy, Anne Rice, among others)
Oscar, LA (Ernest J. Gaines)
New Iberia, LA (James Lee Burke settings)


In addition, I hope to spot some interesting bookstores, libraries, and book festivals along the way.  But it's mid-July, and I doubt there will be many festivals scheduled for this time of year.  

I know it's very short notice here (and, frankly, it might all fall apart next week), but I would love to hear from people living in the states I've mentioned.  Tell me your favorite stops and things I simply should not miss while passing through.

Thanks to all.  

Friday, July 10, 2015

Books on Books: My Favorites

I love "books on books," be they fiction or nonfiction, and I suppose that most of you guys do also.  Over the years, I've read and collected books such as Celebrating Pride and Prejudice (Susannah Fullerton), Sixpence House: Lost in a Town of Books (Paul Collins), A Pound of Paper: Confessions of a Book Addict (John Baxter), Slightly Chipped: Footnotes in Booklore (Lawrence & Nancy Goldstone), and Among the Gently Mad (Nicholas A. Basbanes).  What they have in common is that they celebrate books, and more importantly to me, people who love books with a passion that nonreaders usually find amusing, or even off-putting.

I also enjoy books about specific authors whom I have read and admired from afar.  But though I enjoy well written, comprehensive biographies, it is novels about authors that particularly intrigue me because fiction places me so much more deeply into their world than a bio ever manages to do.  Among my favorites of this type are: Patricia O'brien's The Glory Cloak (about Louisa May Alcott), John Pipkin's Woods Burner (about Henry David Thoreau), Therese Anne Fowler's Z (about Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald), and Glyn Hughes's Bronte (about the entire Bronte family).  

I am lucky enough to have one of those huge Half Price Books stores near my house, and the first section of the store I always visit is the special marked one called...you guessed it..."Books on Books."  Sadly, though, this kind of book does not seem to be particularly popular with the general reading public, so it's been slim-pickings in that section lately.  I did find an oversized paperback there this week, however, that I couldn't resist taking home.  It's a book by Kevin Smokler called (bear with me because I'm going to give you the full title here) Practical Classics: 50 Reasons to Reread 50 Books You Haven't Touched Since High School.  Smokler writes in such a clear, straightforward style that I can already tell that each of the pieces are going to be a pleasure to read.  

In Practical Classics (2013, Prometheus Books), Smokler contends that books we HAD to read in high school came along with lots of baggage: study guides, quizzes, essays, and final exams, for instance - things that can suck all the pleasure right out of the reading experience even for avid readers.  Now, he says, let's go back and read these same books for pleasure, just as if they are something brand new that you just stumbled upon in your local bookstore.  Among the books covered are ones like: Huckleberry Finn, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, The Age of Innocence, Pride and Prejudice, Cannery Row, The Bluest Eyes, The Joy Luck Club, Slaughterhouse-Five, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, and Animal Farm. 

(Time for full disclosure: I have been out of high school for so long that I really DID discover a bunch of the books in Practical Classics in bookstores.)

I am always searching for titles similar to the ones I've mentioned in this post, so if you have some favorites of this type, please do pass the titles on to me in the comments.

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