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It’s December. Can you believe it? Where did the year go? I took the night off from blogging yesterday because I was feeling a little stressed about my final project. It is due this coming Sunday and I was not feeling confident about having only two of fifteen pages written. After last night I feel much better so it was worth the extra time.

That is why I am a day late with the book list for Emily’s TBR Challenge. The books I chose also include books for my binge reading vacation. And even though I only needed twenty books for Emily’s challenge, I went over by a couple because, well, once I got going it was hard to stop! Here’s the pile:

Not Dickens’ best side. Let’s try again:

Waldo hates to be left out. After convincing them to go chase each other around, I finally got a clear photo:

Starting at the bottom of the pile and moving up and then going from left to right for the standing books:

  1. Gongora by Luis de Gongora y Argote. Sixteenth century Spanish poetry illustrated by Pablo Picasso. Is any further explanation needed?
  2. The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood. Does one really need a reason to read Atwood?
  3. The Wilderness Warrior: Theodore Roosevelt and the Crusade for America by Douglas Brinkley. I heard the author talking about the book on NPR and the next day got an email from the publisher asking if I would like a review copy. It seems the publisher was psychic or it was a big happy coincidence.
  4. A Book of Silence by Sara Maitland. Litlove mentioned this and then my Bookman got it for me. He pays attention that guy does.
  5. Blankets by Craig Thompson. Dear Emily of the TBR Challenge picked this book out for me last year? the year before? When she had a giveaway of any book she had read that year. When she drew my name and I was completely unable to decide amongst so many good books, she was kind enough to make the selection for me and I have been feeling guilty ever since for not having gotten to it sooner.
  6. Edith Wharton by Hermione Lee. After the Vice of Reading essay I decided I wanted to read more about Wharton and then she was chosen for the January Classics Circuit blog tour and I have had this book for a while so it seemed silly to be daunted by its bulk any longer
  7. The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I loved Shadow of the Wind and my Bookman got a review copy over the summer and read it and I have been patiently biding my time.
  8. Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger. My Bookman got a review copy of this one over the summer too and read it and I have been patiently biding my time.
  9. Evil in Modern Thought by Susan Neiman. I have had this book for a couple of years and discovered a few months ago when I was looking at her book Moral Clarity: A Guide for Grown-Up Idealists on the library shelf where I work that it was in response to her book on evil so I thought I should read that first.
  10. The Forbidden Rumi by Rumi, translated by Nevit O. Ergin and Will Johnson. Love, heresy, poetry by Rumi, can’t go too far wrong there.
  11. The Tyranny of E-mail by John Freeman. My Bookman brought this one home for me and I wasn’t sure about it at first but then I realized that it wasn’t just about email but also the nature of correspondence through history. My Bookman snickered that he would never give me a book I wouldn’t like. I’m going to leave that statement alone.
  12. The Gates by John Connolly. My Bookman sat next to me last month reading this while I worked on school. He loved it and is sure I will love it too.
  13. 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. I’d been lusting after this and then had the good fortunate to win a copy in a giveaway at Magnificent Octopus
  14. Moo Pak by Gabriel Josipovici. He’s like Margaret Atwood in needing no explanation.
  15. That’s my Kindle. I’m reading Elizabeth Gaskell’s novella Lois the Witch on it.
  16. That’s Sophocles. I’ve read two of the three plays and intend to read Oedipus at Colonus.
  17. A Human Eye by Adrienne Rich. I intended to read these essays right when the book came out back in April but neither the time nor the mental focus have come together at the same time. Until now.
  18. Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. A scifi classic, I’ve meant to read for ages. My Bookman promises I will like it.
  19. Proust and the Squid by Maryanne Wolf. Neurology meets reading. Irresistible.
  20. How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster. Books like this either make me mad or get me charged up. I’ve heard this guy is actually funny and quite good so I am hoping for a charged up experience.
  21. The Master by Colm Toibin. This one landed on the pile along with the Edith Wharton book.
  22. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. That’s the used Oxford edition I bought for my Austen seminar in grad school. Since I am going to try and like the book this time around, I will studiously ignore any snide commentary I may have left in the margins.
  23. The Winter’s Tale by Shakespeare. That’s the Signet Classic edition. I have a special place in my heart for Signet Classic Shakespeares. I intended to read this one last winter but didn’t manage it.

Whew! I don’t know about you, but that tired me out. Lots of yummy reading ahead though! Ending the year with a big bang of books. What could be better to set the tone for 2010?

There are some books that shouldn’t be rushed like The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf. I’m not even going to say how long I didn’t rush because it stretches beyond months and into the years category.

Part of what took me so long is not the intensity often present in Woolf’s writing, though that frequently caused me to put the book down after just one story. No what took so long is that this book is filled with not only Woolf’s published stories but all of her unpublished bits and pieces too and while any scrap of Woolf’s fiction far exceeds anything I could write after repeated revisions, a lot of the stuff in this book wasn’t very good. There were quite a few sketches of different characters at Mrs. Dalloway’s party. While Mrs. Dalloway is among my top ten favorite books, the sketches were only mildly to moderately interesting and didn’t add anything to my enjoyment of the novel.

Then there is the unevenness of the book. You have brilliant stories like The Mark on the Wall and Lappin and Lapinova alongside half-finished “portraits,” unfinished stories and complete stories that are obviously early drafts.

The book has several appendices and a hefty notes section that details the history of the manuscript from which the story is printed. At first this was really interesting but after awhile I stopped looking at the notes because they didn’t add anything to the story and I discovered that I didn’t really care about all those details.

So while I enjoyed many of these stories I would have much preferred reading a collection of her finished short fiction. I think this “complete” book is for those who, after reading everything else just can’t get enough. And even though I love Woolf, I’m not the sort of reader who wants to read everything a writer ever wrote, including her grocery lists.

I am disappointed that I wasn’t bowled over, but I am glad to have finally finished the book. It was beginning to weigh heavy on my mind seeing it there day after day in my in progress pile.

Attempted, But Abandoned

Since I finished Unseen Academicals and it was my traveling book I needed a new one. My Bookman went into the dim depths of our frigid this time of year basement library looking for a book for himself on Saturday and came up with a book for me too. Miss Zukas and the Library Murders by Jo Dereske. It seemed like it might be just the thing for my next travel book.

But last night I decided I’d start reading it while on the exercise bike just to make sure it was going to be good and I wasn’t going to get stuck with a disappointing book. I either had a premonition or completely jinxed a good book. I gave it two chapters to make me want to keep reading but I just couldn’t. That didn’t stop me from turning to the end of the book to find out who did it though and see how it all ended. In fact by doing that I feel as though I had the right kind of reading experience with the book. I got the beginning and the ending and didn’t have to put up with the prim Miss Zukas exclaiming, “Oh Faulkner!” when she really wanted to say “fuck!” That little schtick was so contrived it grated the first time it happened and when it happened a second time I had to resist the urge to grind my teeth.

What I couldn’t stand was how the different parts of Miss Zukas’ character didn’t seem to go together. Instead of it prompting me to think that maybe this woman who was late to work in the opening chapter because she had to race back into her apartment to close the blinds to keep the sun from fading her pristine pink and beige decor (the book takes place in the early 90s can you tell?) had a secret and/or suppressed wild side:

She kept an electric water-forced tooth and gum cleaner beside her bathroom sink. A warning came with it which read, “Do not use on personal body parts.” Curious, Miss Zukas had, and found it quite pleasant, but usually she carefully tended her teeth with it and hadn’t had a cavity in six years.

Things like that just seemed out of place with this uptight woman who, by my guess from clues in the book, is 36-years-old. Maybe the problems stem from this book being the first in a series, or maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for this book after all. So much for that book.

The next book that got promoted to travel book is one I got from the library, Brohumil Hrabal’s Closely Watched Trains. I know this one will be good.

Unseen Academicals

Terry Pratchett’s Unseen Academicals is a rollicking good ride. Ostensibly the book is about soccer and since it is only Americans who call the game soccer and Pratchett is British, it is about football. Except in Discworld football isn’t played in the moderately civilized way it is played now. There is no pitch per se, the streets of the city serve for that, and there really are no rules per se. The game ends when everyone gets tired or all the players are wounded, whichever comes first. The crowd is also an element of the game; shoving this way and that, competing sides try to configure the field of play in their team’s favor. Rarely is a goal ever scored.

It just so happens, however, that as the wizards at Unseen University discover that an annuity left by a former wizard depends on their playing football or cutting their food budget and making due with three cheeses on the cheeseboard instead of the standard 86, at the same time Lord Vetinari, the city’s ruling tyrant, decides he wants to place some limits on the game and the way it is played because he is tired of the loss of life and damage to property complaints. Conveniently, an ancient vase is discovered in the museum that clearly shows a game of football being played. Vetinari gives the re-creating of the game into the hands of the wizards who meld new rules with old rules.

Football is the frame upon which the story is built. But the real story is about whether “a leopard can change his shorts,” and

‘Of course, all he’s saying is you’ve got to do your best,’ said the driver. ‘And the more best you’re capable of, the more you should do. That’s it really.’

And so we have a book in which the various main characters make all sorts of discoveries about themselves and have the choice to do their best or muck it all up. That makes it sound like it is a syrupy and moralistic book and while there are moments that verge on the sweet, it is mostly just plain fun. There are jokes on every page and in spite of the humor, the book still manages to be filled with tension and suspense.

If you have never read a Discworld book you can certainly jump into this one without a problem. If you have read a Discworld book, you will recognize many of your favorite characters and be delighted by some new ones. Of course the Librarian is in this one (he is a wizard who got turned into an Orangutan and likes it so much he never let anyone change him back) and he plays goalie for the Unseen Academicals. While I haven’t read all the Discworld books, I still think it is safe to say that this one ranks up there among the best ones.

Pre-Holiday Lazy

There is a blanket, a book and a peppermint mocha calling my name this evening and tonight my dreams will feature vegan enchiladas and pumpkin pie and tomorrow I will get to eat it for real.

Thank you to everyone for stopping by. You are part of the blessings in my life and I can never thank you enough. Happy Thanksgiving!

Late November Book Notes

Today even if I wanted to write more about the history of books I wouldn’t be able to because I haven’t had a chance to read more about it. I’m getting down to crunch time with school. This is the last week of class and then my final project is due December 6th. While I am finding Drupal to be a marvel of a system, it is a huge learning curve and I will be glad when I am finally done and can breath easy for a month.

That brings me to my book pile. It has grown a little larger and will likely continue to grow right up until the time I turn in my final project. I am not buying new books to add to the pile. The books in the pile are all taken from shelves and piles elsewhere and are being consolidated into the “things I want to read on my reading binge vacation and before school starts again” pile. There’s a difference, yes? I love sitting at my desk and glancing up now and then at the pile on the corner of it. It’s inspiring.

Along with the book about book history I have been reading Unseen Academicals and enjoying it very much. It’s about foot-the-ball, or as Americans call it, soccer. But of course it is about much more than that, it’s a Terry Pratchett book after all. Today I got a good giggle as I was reading along and this was just tossed out there:

Juliet’s version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen.

Heh.

And even though it is a novella and therefore short, I have begun reading Elizabeth Gaskell’s Lois the Witch I will be hosting Gaskell on her blog tour on December 10th and I am paranoid about being done on time. So far it is good. It takes place in Salem during the witch trials.

Finally, I managed to already get my mitts on the next Slaves of Golconda book from my library, Novel on Yellow Paper by Stevie Smith. Discussion of the book is scheduled for January 31st. Everyone is welcome to join in.

Off to work on school. Hopefully tomorrow I will have something a little less pieced together but don’t count on it. It will be the day before Thanksgiving after all and my mind will already be on the pumpkin pie.

When you hear the word “technology” what comes to mind? Computers? The internet? Cell phones? Some other gadget? Very likely whatever you think of is an electronic or digital something or other. But the definition of technology has nothing to do with electronics. According to my dictionary the definition of technology is “the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes.”

Now think about that for a minute and all the things that fall into the category of technology that we never even consider, especially old things, things that have been around forever before we were born, before our parents and grandparents were born even. Now take a look at the book in your hand or sitting beside you and consider what a technological marvel it is. The book as object is technological perfection, but that’s just my opinion which is kind of a biased one at that.

But consider all the things that go into the making of a book and let’s think back to Gutenberg’s time and consider how all the sciences came together to send the book on its way through history to become the object we know and love today.

Yesterday I talked about Gutenberg and what his real invention was. So we have the press already in existence, a descendent of wine and olive presses. And we have moveable type already in existence thanks to the Chinese, but now we have Gutenberg’s invention for creating metal type. All this is useless unless you have paper and paper has its own long and illustrious history.

We also need ink. Ever stop to wonder what ink is made of? Back then black ink was made of varnish colored with powder made from purifying soot. The black ink in Gutenberg’s Bible, however, is rather shiny and has been discovered to also contain copper, lead and titanium. The inks used for the hand illustrations contained cinnabar for the red color and to achieve the vivid blues required lapis lazuli. No wonder books used to be so expensive! As soon as printing began to spread, specialist ink manufacturers sprang up. The cost of the ink was one-third to one-quarter less than Gutenberg’s ink, but the quality was also not as good either.

Curiously, book binding was not such a big deal. It was not uncommon for books to be sold unbound. The more wealthy book collectors would have the book bound. Books were bound between two wooden boards and then covered with tanned calf or goatskin. The leather covers were then decorated with gold leaf, stamps, and sometimes metal clasps to hold the book closed when it wasn’t being read. Binding a book was a leather worker’s expertise and printers would send books outside their shop to be bound.

Clearly, the creation of a book relied upon a perfect storm of technologies all coming together at the same time. Pretty amazing when you think about it. I hope you aren’t getting bored with all this book history stuff. I will try to have a different topic tomorrow just to mix things up a bit.

Gutenberg

First off, the new Star Trek rocks! As much as I love Next Generation and Jean Luc Picard, his quiet intelligence and the way the story develops and unfolds, the new one did keep me on the edge of my seat. In spite of knowing that Kirk and Spock and the crew would be perfectly fine, the movie still managed to make me feel they were in peril and might not survive. My Bookman and I did have to laugh though because in good Star Trek tradition, in one scene the unfortunate guy that beamed down wearing red did not make it. Most excellent!

Now that’s out of my system, let’s move on to something a little more refined, the history of the book. I have now reached Gutenberg’s marvelous invention. Gutenberg’s revolutionary invention was not, in fact, the printing press. There were already printing presses and printed books but these all used wood blocks to print. Nor was it the invention of moveable type. The Chinese had invented that in the eleventh century and used baked clay.

What Gutenberg did that revolutionized printing was invent a method of creating moveable metal type quickly and accurately. More specifically, he invented the method of making punches and molds so each letter was exactly the same and so you could make dozens and dozens of letters, say the letter “a” that looked exactly like every other letter “a” in your set of type. And because Gutenberg was a metallurgist (his father was a coin maker), he was also able to create just the right metal alloy to serve his purposes: lead, tin, and antimony heated to about 600 degrees fahrenheit.

While Gutenberg gets all the credit and fame, he didn’t get to spend many years in the printing business. He lost his presses and most of his type when Johann Fust decided to call in all the money he had leant to Gutenberg. The courts allowed Fust to foreclose and, very suspiciously, Fust then went into the printing business with Peter Schöffer in whose shop Gutenberg had his presses and who happened to be married to Fust’s daughter. Our poor Gutenberg did all the work but never really got to receive any of the profit from is invention.

The Gutenberg Bible was indeed printed by him, he did get some things off the presses before Fust and Schöffer conspired against him. The Bible consists of 641 leaves (equal to 1282 pages) and is divided into two volumes. Each page is 16.5 x 12 inches and the text printed in two columns on each page in a Gothic font. There are 42 lines on each page. A few early copies have only 40 lines and historians suspect that Gutenberg shaved the type down so he could fit more on the page thus saving 30 leaves of paper per copy (paper was expensive!).

The book was not entirely printed on the press. The capital letters that begin each sentence and chapter were done by hand as were all marginal decoration. The original print run is estimated at 180 copies. Of these 140 were printed on paper and 40 on vellum. There are 48 copies extant today, 36 on paper and 12 on vellum.

One of the vellum editions is on permanent display at the Huntington Library in southern California. When I lived there (in California that is, not at the library–how I wish!) I had the pleasure of seeing the Bible multiple times. It really is amazing. Thanks to the magic of the internet and digitization, you can look at volume one compliments of the Harry Ransom Center in Austin, Texas. It isn’t as great as seeing it in person, but all things considered it is the next best thing.

My information about Gutenberg was gleaned from The Book: The Life Story of a Technology by Nicole Howard.

Hamlet Goes Digital

Even though these days a lot of people might think Hamlet is what you call a small side of pork, The Shakespeare Quartos Archive and we readers know better. I must say, however, “hamlet” would be a great name for a deli sandwich, that is if you are into eating animals. It just wouldn’t work in vegan/vegetarian world. Anyway, if you long to see what a pre-1642 quarto of Hamlet looks like (the play not the pork variety), click on the link above. You can choose your edition and digitally page through it. The paging goes a little slow, but it really is cool.

And see, I’m studying digital libraries and technology in library school so I can be involved with projects like this. I suppose I’d have to have special clearance and some kind of archival certification to be able to work with Shakespeare quartos, but there are plenty of other cool things to turn digital. And who knows what the future will bring? Lordy, how I’d love to get my mitts on the Emerson archive at Harvard.

Off to have a date night. We’ve got the new Star Trek to watch and my Bookman made some sort of surprise dessert. All I know about it is that it’s chocolately. Yum!

Have a great weekend!

Agony: when a character you like suddenly and unexpectedly dies from senseless violence and you almost miss your train stop because you are so engrossed and you put the book away and hurry to work in great distress thinking, “no, it can’t be,” and hoping that you read it wrong or hoping that some miracle will happen or a mistake has been made and the character isn’t really dead but you can’t know for sure until your lunch break and you watch the hands of the clock tick, tick, tick and become absolutely certain that someone is messing with the space-time continuum because the four hours—four hours!—until lunch at noon seem to have taken fourteen hours and you get to the lunch room and there are people in there who want to talk to you—don’t they see your book? Don’t they understand?—and finally, finally, they leave and you open the book and DEATH is approaching your favorite character and you think this can’t be happening and then DEATH is talking to your character and you think it’s all over but then DEATH says that it isn’t your character’s time to go and all the tension you’ve felt since the morning drains away and leaves you almost giddy because he’s ok, he’s ok.

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