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Wednesday
Jun232010

This Little Mommy Stayed Home: a novel

16. Read 30 books I haven’t read before and blog about them. (24/30)


I heard about this book on The Feminist Breeder's radio show (which I listen to as podcasts in my car).  Back in March, she had the author, Samantha Wilde, on her show and I was intrigued to hear that TFB related to much of the book.  Since I consider her a smart woman, I was curious to read this piece of fiction (though clearly based on real life) that the two women discussed as very relatable.
Reading the novel was an interesting experience.  I related to some of it, but I would say that I actually don't relate to enough of it.  In fact, the novel made me angry.  During her radio show, TFB said she particularly related to how the narrator describes her husband and his behavior.  I've been mostly happy with the hubby's behavior since Nate was born, but reading this made me feel like I should be more irritated about it.  Weird, right?  That said, the hubby is a WAY better husband than the one in the book so it's really not relatable at all.
I did relate to the ongoing sleep deprivation and feelings of going slightly crazy as a (albeit temporary) stay-at-home-mom.  The narrator is breastfeeding, so she is getting less sleep than I am since we're bottle feeding but, oddly, that actually just made me feel a mixture of jealous and relieved.  I'm glad for the sleep but still sad about not breastfeeding.
To someone who isn't a mom, I'm not sure how interesting this book would be - and I'm glad I didn't read it before Nate was born because I definitely got more out of it now than I would have then.  But for someone who is a mom, especially a new one, I would definitely recommend this as a light, fun read.  The plot is definitely a page-turner and the ending is really satisfying.  It makes for great bedtime reading.
Monday
Jun142010

Reading Material

16. Read 30 books I haven’t read before (in addition to the above) and blog about them. (23/30)

I actually read a book recently!  And I read two others that I never posted:

East Fifth Bliss
by Douglas Light

This is the novel I mentioned the other day. It was written by someone that I used to work with (well, loosely - we were both on staff for the same literary magazine but I didn't have much interaction with him).  It's currently being made into a move starring Michael C. Hall and Lucy Liu.

The novel is about a man named Morris Bliss.  He's 35, unemployed and lives with his father in the same apartment he's lived in his whole life.  Basically, he's stuck in a holding pattern - until he meets a young woman and several people in his life start making changes.

The interesting thing about this book is that the trajectory of the plot takes the same pattern as Morris' life: it takes a long time for anything to really happen.  The story plods a long a little in parts just as Morris' life has been plodding along.  It takes a bit of patience to read the novel just as it takes some patience to deal with Morris as a character.  I'm interested to see how the film turns out.

You: Having A Baby
by Dr. Roizen and Dr. Oz

Who doesn't love Dr. Oz, right?  This book is meant to be a pregnancy reference, but I actually read through the book from cover to cover.  It was really interesting, and - in Dr. Roizen and Dr. Oz style - really funny and lighthearted at times, but always adequately serious so that the main points are made.  If you're pregnant or planning to try to get pregnant, I highly recommend this book.  There's a lot of good information about how to take care of yourself during pregnancy (and it's waaaay better than that terrible "What to Expect" book).

What the Dog Saw (and other adventures)
by Malcolm Gladwell

I will read anything Malcolm Gladwell writes.  Not everyone loves him, but I do.  I think Blink is one of the best non-fiction books I've ever read.  What the Dog Saw is a collection of essays he wrote for the New Yorker.  The title essay is about Cesar Milan (the Dog Whisperer, if you've been living under a rock) and is one of my favorite pieces in the book.  Just thinking about it makes me want to read it again.

Another great essay is "John Rock's Error: What the Inventor of the Birth Control Pill Didn't Know About Women's Health."  It was really eye-opening and full of information I didn't know, even though I've read a lot about women's health.

Gladwell is always a great and interesting writer (in my opinion) and I'd recommend any of his books to anyone.  For a Gladwell fan looking for a new tome where he delves into a single topic, you'll be surprised (although hopefully pleased) by this book.  For someone who hasn't read Gladwell, this book would be a great place to start since you would be able to pick and choose which essays you want to read.

Friday
Jun112010

It's not easy being green

I used to volunteer for the literary magazine Epiphany.  I started out as Assistant Poetry Editor, and when the Poetry Editor resigned she suggested me as the new Poetry Editor, which I think the Editor-in-Chief agreed to only because I'd work for free.  I hadn't yet finished my B.A. while the rest of the editorial staff all had their MFAs or MAs (or both), so I felt pretty proud of holding my own with them.  I had to quit the role when I moved to south Jersey for grad school, which I hated to do because I absolutely adored reading all the poetry submissions that came in and deciding which five or six made the issue.  Here's one of the poems I selected back in the day:

The Way of Drinking Water
By Daniel John

I surround you
like a lake
I do not
flood you
I lap
at your
gates
and
wait

Amazing, right?  Such beauty in such a short space.  The poems I chose have stayed with me through the years; when I read them, it's like I just chose them last week.

Shortly after I worked there, one of the founding editors, Douglas Light, published a novel, East Fifth Bliss:

As my tagline goes, I own the book but haven't read it yet.  I know, I know, bad former co-staff member.  I have to get around to it now, though . . . because it's being made into an independent film!  And this isn't one of those little independent films, no.  This film is starring Michael C. Hall and Lucy Liu.  This is the big time.

I'm so very happy for Doug, but so very, incredibly jealous.  To have a novel published?  So awesome.  To then have that novel made into a film??  Wow.  Beyond awesome.

I want to do that.  That's been my dream for a really long time - to not only write a book, but to then have it made into a film.  It's a dream I don't think or talk about much because I don't see how I can fit it in to my life.  No, that's a lie - I can see how it would fit in; I just don't see myself getting up early just to write, as truly good and dedicated writers do.

But maybe it'll still happen some day.  The Pioneer Woman wrote the story of how she and her husband, Marlboro Man, met and fell in love - Black Heels to Tractor Wheels - and posted it to her blog - and now it's going to be published as a novel and Columbia Pictures has acquired the film rights (and Reese Witherspoon is interested in the film!).  Another blogger I read, Katie at Confessions of a Young Married Couple, has a book agent and is writing a book as well.

Augh.  Okay, truthfully, I am happy for these folks.  They work hard for what they achieve.  But, really, I am so green with envy that you can just call me Kermit.  I'm envious that they had the motivation to achieve what they wanted.  I hate that I'm going to be 35 in two months and I haven't become the writer I wanted to be five years ago.

So now I'm blue, as well as green.  I guess that's better than being black and blue.  (Buh-dum-dum, I'll be here all week.)

But I recognize this is one of those things where I have the complete power to change this.  All I have to do is get writing.  Writing is like building muscle - the more you do it, the stronger you get.  This blog helps me continue to feel like a writer, but I think I need to also do some writing for myself.  I often think about it (and have thought about it often for years) but never do it.  Something always gets in the way.  The last time I wrote privately regularly was five years ago when I finished my B.A.

Then there was grad school, and moving, and the wedding, and being married, and new jobs, grad school again, pregnancy, and now Nate.  There will always be something.  If I wait for there to be nothing, not only will the writing never happen, I won't have anything to write about - and that would be the truly sad time.  I'm glad I have so much going on; I love life that way - now I just need to channel that onto pages.

Sunday
Jan312010

When Everything Changed

16. Read 30 books I haven’t read before and blog about them. (20/30)

When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present
~Gail Collins

If you are a woman: RUN and go read this book.  If you know a woman: RUN and read this book.  If a woman gave birth to you: RUN . . . now . . . and read this book.

The narrative and stories in this book are amazing.  I've been tinkering around in women's studies since college and so I've read plenty about how things have progressed, but the stories in this book still made me so incredibly furious at how things were not that long ago.  The book also made me grateful for what's changed, but then increasingly angry about what hasn't changed yet.

For example, did you know we almost had universal child care in the 1970s?  The amount of time I've spent reading, thinking, and talking about daycare is incredible and I don't even have a child yet.  We were almost there but, in episodes eerily similar to what is currently happening with the health care debate, rumors were spread about what exactly "government run child care" would be like and how it would "Sovietize" our children (*cough* socialism fears *cough*) and so it was voted down.  That was a particularly depressing and upsetting passage of the book to read because it hit so close to home.

Did you know that women weren't widely allowed to get credit until 1974?  That means credit cards, car loans, mortages, et cetera.  If a woman wanted to buy a car, the dealer would ask her about her plans to have children since (the assumption was) women who had children then didn't work and would no longer make their payments.  And, of course, there was nothing illegal about this question.  The part that was extra crazy-making to me?  I was born one year later in 1975 . . . so roughly until right before I was born, my mother would not have been able to buy a car.  It's unfathomable.

Did you know there were laws on the books preventing women from doing jobs that required them to lift more than 30lbs?  A woman wanted a promotion where she worked but it required pushing something 35lbs, so she was told she couldn't do that job.  She realized the typewriter she had to lift every day weighed 40lbs, so when they told her she couldn't have the new job, she refused to lift her typewriter, which, naturally, the company fought her on and penalized her for.  She continued to fight and eventually won.  Thank goodness for women like her.

And, you know, of course women shouldn't lift more than 30lbs... because, you know, I'm sure no woman ever lifts a child who weighs more than 30lbs.  Silly womenz, thinking they can do things like what their bodies are capable of.

Women were shot and run off the road just for being in the car with black men.  Women's workstations were defiled with trash and urine when they dared work in a traditionally male, blue collar environment.  Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg was denied a clerkship when first starting out because she liked to wear pants and the judge hated women who wore pants.  Female flight attendants (back when male flight attendants weren't allowed) were required to bend over to serve drinks and light cigars on "men only" executive flights.  And, per the book, if you go back far enough (if I recall, we're talking 100 years ago), men would never be punished for rape if the woman got pregnant because the theory was a woman couldn't get pregnant if she didn't enjoy the sex.  I couldn't believe that when I read it.  My heart goes out to the women who were negatively affected by that law.

Are you angry yet?  Because I'm furious just remembering these things and the thousands of other instances in the book that made my blood boil.  So, yes, I highly recommend this book.  It's amazing how far we've come and gives me hope that we'll be able to make it to true equality one day.

Sunday
Jan102010

Moose: A Memoir

16. Read 30 books I haven’t read before and blog about them. (19/30)

Moose: A Memoir
by Stephanie Klein

I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with Stephanie Klein.  I really adore some of the things she writes/says (sometimes she video blogs) and I get really annoyed or turned off by other things she writes/says.  Not surprisingly, my reaction to her fat camp memoir is the same.  In Moose, "Klein shares the cutting details of what it truly feels like to be an overweight child, from the stinging taunts of classmates, to the off-color remarks of her own father, to her thin mother's compulsive dissatisfaction with her own body" (Amazon).

So many of the details and events in the book resonated with me.  I went to summer camp; it wasn't a "fat camp" yet many of the details were achingly familiar (except I never made out with anyone at summer camp).  The Amazon review is right in that Klein shares a lot of remarkably familiar details of what it's like to grow up as a fat kid.

That said, most of Klein's story is different from my own and was truly fascinating to read.  She mentions several times how she was interested in sex much younger than many of her classmates and friends and I couldn't help but link that to later issues with body image and eating.  Klein, though, never explicitly makes the link which makes me wonder if we, the readers, were meant to make it or if it just really hadn't occurred to her.

My main issue with the book, the one that left me feeling unsatisfied with it, is the writing - in particular, the choices made at the end of the text.  The book is called Moose because that was a name the kids at school called Klein, but it feels like a stretch when Klein extends this into her college years at the end of the book.  The book is primarily about her summer "fat" camp experiences and the end feels like it betrays this purpose by meandering into other topics.  The story deserves a much better wrap-up than it has.  Even framing those final scenes/anecdotes/reflections as a prologue would have been an improvement.  It makes me wonder about her editor(s).

I did mostly enjoy the book, though, and will continue to read her blog.  She has a unique take on life that I haven't seen anywhere else and I am interested to see what else she has to say.