Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Calico Captive

Calico CaptiveCalico Captive by Elizabeth George Speare
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Well-written historical fiction for young people. There aren't many stories set in colonial America during the Seven Years/French & Indian War. I loved this story when I was elementary-age. At that time, the early part of the story detailing Miriam and her family's lives with Native Americans was my favorite part of the book. Decades later, I find Miriam's life in Montreal more interesting. Since this makes up about 3/4 of the story, it was a nice change from my original readings!

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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

East of the Sun and West of the Moon

Kay Nielsen: East of the Sun and West of the MoonKay Nielsen: East of the Sun and West of the Moon by Noel Daniel
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The illustrations by Kay Nielsen are glorious. This was my first foray into Norwegian folktales. The ones in this volume were collected in the 1800s by two Norwegian folklorists. Lots of princesses and knights and poor younger sons. Oh, and don't forget the trolls!

Several of the tales are very short. The final one was titled, "One's Own Children Are Always Prettiest," and was reminiscent of a tale by Aesop.

A sportsman went out once into a wood to shoot, and he met a Snipe.

"Dear friend," said the Snipe, "don't shoot my children!"

"How shall I know your children?" asked the Sportsman. "What are they like?"

"Oh!" said the Snipe. "Mine are the prettiest children in the wood."

"Very well," said the Sportsman. "I'll not shoot them; don't be afraid."

But for all that, when he came back, there he had a whole string of young snipes in his hand that he had shot.

"Oh, oh!" said the Snipe. "Why did you shoot my children after all?"

"What! These, your children?" said the Sportsman. "Why, I shot the ugliest I could find, that I did!"

"Woe is me!" said the Snipe. "Don't you know that each one thinks his own children the prettiest in the world?"

Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Brothers Karamazov

The Brothers KaramozovThe Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”

I read this book over the entire year with an online book discussion. It divided up nicely with twelve books and an epilogue. This type of slow reading has been my most successful method for reading long novels. Faced with 900+ pages any other way, I would probably not have tackled this masterwork. And what I would have missed!

One of my favorite passages:

You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us. Perhaps we may even grow wicked later on, may be unable to refrain from a bad action, may laugh at men's tears and at those people who say as Kolya did just now, "I want to suffer for all men," and may even jeer spitefully at such people. But however bad we may become--which God forbid--yet, when we recall how we buried Ilusha, how we loved him in his last days, and how we have been talking like friends all together, at this stone, the cruelest and most mocking of us--if we become so--will not dare to laugh inwardly at having been kind and good at this moment! What's more, perhaps, that one memory may keep him from great evil and he will reflect and say, "Yes, I was good and brave and honest then!" Let him laugh to himself, that's no matter, a man often laughs at what's good and kind. That's only from thoughtlessness. But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart, "No, I do wrong to laugh, for that's not a thing to laugh at."

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

My Ántonia

My ÁntoniaMy Ántonia by Willa Cather
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”

I'm glad that I didn't read this when I was young. I doubt I would have appreciated it to the degree it deserves. Utterly lyrical and wise at the same time. How did she do that?

Monday, September 25, 2017

The Art of Living

The Art of Living: The Classical Manual on Virtue, Happiness, and EffectivenessThe Art of Living: The Classical Manual on Virtue, Happiness, and Effectiveness by Epictetus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Easy to read, hard to do. "The first step to living wisely is to relinquish self-conceit." I'll get right on that...! I'm curious to read the original text by Epictetus now. This book is an interpretation by Sharon Lebell.

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

The Legend of Sleepy HollowThe Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This story is just about as perfect as they come: a joy to read.

“He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.” (p. 19)

“All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely pre-ambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasent life of it, in despite of the devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was - a woman.” (p. 33)

“I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.” (p. 48)

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Sunday, September 3, 2017

A Guide to the Good Life

A Guide to the Good Life: The Ancient Art of Stoic JoyA Guide to the Good Life: The Ancient Art of Stoic Joy by William B. Irvine
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Stoic joy sounds like it might be decidedly tepid, if you take the commonly held view of Stoicism and apply it such an ebullient emotion. But, the author argues, we have confused Stoicism as a philosophy of life with the commonly-held view of stoicism. It turns out that as a Stoic, you get to enjoy the positive emotions, while minimizing the effects of the negative ones. You are not required to give up or repress your emotions. Good days are celebrated. But dark days are sure to come. Marcus Aurelius famously said:

"Begin each day by telling yourself: Today I shall be meeting with interference, ingratitude, insolence, disloyalty, ill-will and selfishness--all of them due to the offenders' ignorance of what is good or evil."

The Stoics do not wear rose-colored glasses, especially when it comes to humanity. Instead, they re-frame many of the situations that typically cause anger, fear, or jealousy, so as to minimize the damage that these emotions do to ourselves and others. A good life is one marked by tranquility (as opposed to mere comfort), and the Stoics recognize that it is hard-won in this life. Why would you throw it away by indulging your anger or ruminating on fears that may never come to pass or striving to become rich and famous? Stoics are also bullet-proof when it comes to insults, one of the favorite weapons regularly deployed on the Internet and in real life.

For example, the author tells a story of an academic colleague who told him he was considering what stance he should take in refuting the author's position on an issue. This colleague said he hadn't decided whether to portray Irvine as merely misguided or actually evil. The author laughed and suggested to his colleague that he should consider painting him as both misguided and evil. Why limit himself to only one?

For a short, introductory type of book, "A Guide to the Good Life" has a number of practical suggestions that may help reduce the harmful effects of negative emotions, as well as a suggested reading program for those interested in learning more. Irvine is clear that a Stoic philosophy of life isn't for everyone. Many will choose to keep their default philosophy of "enlightened hedonism", thank you very much. But there's no reason it might not work for some.

“By contemplating the impermanence of everything in the world, we are forced to recognize that every time we do something could be the last time we do it, and this recognition can invest the things we do with a significance and intensity that would otherwise be absent.”

“One reason children are capable of joy is because they take almost nothing for granted.”

“The Stoics believed in social reform, but they also believed in personal transformation. More precisely, they thought the first step in transforming a society into one in which people live a good life is to teach people how to make their happiness depend as little as possible on their external circumstances. The second step in transforming a society is to change people’s external circumstances. The Stoics would add that if we fail to transform ourselves, then no matter how much we transform the society in which we live, we are unlikely to have a good life.”

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