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8 February 10
Every individual’s line of life, therefore, is, as it were, a post assigned him by the Lord, that he may not wander about in uncertainty all his days.
— John Calvin
3 February 10

Review: Inkspell by Cornelia Funke

Really, really long. But sort of worth it for the quotes that begin each chapter.  I really must find a copy of Italian Folk Tales by Italo Calvino.  Grade: B


Posted: 8:28 PM
19 January 10

Review: When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

I really liked this book. A lot. I do find it very reminiscent of The Westing Game and From The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frakweiler. Partly because it’s a puzzle, and all of the pieces don’t fall into place until the end. Partly because the characters are complex, but not overwhelming - just real. Partly because it’s set in the late 70’s in a very non-cheesy way (latchkey kids and game shows, but no bell-bottoms or disco). An added bonus - the story is sprinkled with references to A Wrinkle in Time. Grade: A

Posted: 8:01 PM

Review: Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

Meh. The story is very predictably PC: an unconventional teenager makes friends with a bunch of quirky outcasts (an angry pre-teen, an agoraphobic woman, a goofy little girl, a crazy guy, a kid that steals stuff), knitting them into a community that finds its culmination in a winter solstice ceremony/celebration - and at the same time she tries to figure out if she still loves the boy that dumped her (in Stargirl) because she was too unconventional. Really? This book has its moments, but there’s way, WAY too much meditation. Grade: C+

Posted: 8:00 PM

Review: Eliza's Daughter by Joan Aiken

This is a terrible book. The dust jacket suggests that Aiken wrote this book out of “love and admiration” for Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility - but she doesn’t seem to have particularly liked any of Austen’s characters. Edward Ferrars is a legalistic, penny-pinching, and narrow-minded parson. Elinor is a dreary housewife, making the best of a lukewarm marriage. Marianne is domineering and jealous. Colonel Brandon is spoken well of (mostly) but never appears in person and eventually dies in the Napoleonic wars. I’m not sure what the point of all this is, other than a cynical rejection of a happy-ever-after ending. But not only does Aiken not seem to take any pleasure in Austen’s characters, she doesn’t seem to like any of her own characters. Austen’s characters are often flawed, and sometimes very shallow and silly, but she has the grace to be amused and even delighted by them. Aiken doesn’t seem to give a hoot for any character other than Eliza - the supporting cast are killed off one at a time by strokes and drownings and wasting sicknesses, but the book trots along and they’re barely missed. And Eliza herself is hardly the sort of person I’d like to spend much time with (certainly not 316 pages!). It does seem odd that Aiken’s writing should be so uneven - so winsome in her children’s novels, and so heavy-handed and bitter here. But this book was written fairly late in her career, so maybe that’s an explanation. Or maybe Dido Twite is just more fun to write about. Grade: D

18 January 10
If I’m afraid of someone on the street, I’ll turn to him (it’s always a boy) and say, “Excuse me, do you happen to know what time it is?” This is my way of saying to the person, “I see you as a friend, and there is no need to hurt me or take my stuff. Also, I don’t even have a watch and I am probably not worth mugging.” So far, it’s worked like gangbusters, as Richard would say. And I’ve discovered that most people I’m afraid of are actually very friendly.
— Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me, 25-26.
Tags: STEAD fear
16 January 10

Library Books

  • Inkspell by Cornelia Funke - according to the book jacket, "The capitivating sequel to Inkheart," which in turn was a "Delectably thick and transfixing fantasy..." according to Publishers Weekly. I can quite reliably confirm that Inkspell is also thick.
  • Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli - the sequel to Stargirl, which I do not adore as much as Maniac Magee and Crash - but it's still a good read.
  • When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead - I've been hunting for this book for a while - I read a review somewhere that piqued my interest. It's a mystery/puzzle of sorts set in 1979. I'm hoping that it will turn out to be in the grand tradition of The Westing Game.
  • Eliza's Daughter by Joan Aiken - I ADORE Aiken's Wolves Chronicles, and I recently remembered that she wrote several romances that are loosely based on supporting characters from Jane Austen.
6 January 10

Nunc Dimittis

I received The First and Second Prayer Books of Edward VI (Everyman Library Edition, 1938) for Christmas. I also own an old copy of The Book of Common Prayer (1892 edition?), so I think I am now an official collector of ancient-ish prayer books. I read through the order for Evensong a couple nights ago - stumbling over (and thoroughly enjoying) the idiosyncratic spelling* - and was particularly struck by this quotation of Simeon’s prayer in Luke 2. I have always read this as the prayer that Simeon prayed - i.e., part of the Christmas narrative, a matter of historical fact, but not of any particular use for personal devotion. But I don’t think it’s included in the Order for Evening Prayer as a historical remembrance or quote - I think it’s intended to be prayed. Every night! And what a fitting epitaph for the day: “Lord, now lettest thy servant depart in peace…for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.”

*Re idiosyncratic spelling, it is fascinating to me how much more peculiar the spelling is in the 1549 version (First Prayer Book) as compared to the 1552 version - just three years apart?! E.g., now/nowe, seruaunte/seruant, woorde/worde, lyght/light, bee/be!

Tags: evening prayer
Posted: 10:00 PM
LORD, now lettest thou thy seruant depart in peace: accordyng to thy worde. For mine iyes haue sene: thy saluacion. Whiche thou hast prepared, before the face of al people; to be a light to lighten the Gentiles: and to be the glory of thy people Israel. Glory be to the father, &c. As it was in the, &c.
— “An Ordre for Evening Prayer Throughout the Yere,” The Second Prayer-Book of Edward VI
Tags: evening prayer
5 January 10
Think before sharing with others.
— Fortune cookie
25 December 09
O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
— Edward Hamilton Sears, “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”
18 December 09
Gertrude, it is not the perfect, but rather the imperfect who have need of love…it takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it. And even more courage to see it in the one you love.
— Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband
Posted: 11:01 PM
To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
— Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband
Tags: WILDE beauty quip
16 December 09
We prefer to think of ourselves as givers - powerful, competent, self-sufficient, capable people whose goodness motivates us to employ some of our power, competence and gifts to benefit the less fortunate. Which is a direct contradiction of the biblical account of the first Christmas. There we are portrayed not as the givers we wish we were but as the receivers we are. Luke and Matthew go to great lengths to demonstrate that we - with our power, generosity, competence and capabilities - had little to do with God’s work in Jesus. God wanted to do something for us so strange, so utterly beyond the bounds of human imagination, so foreign to human projection, that God had to resort to angels, pregnant virgins, and stars in the sky to get it done. We didn’t think of it, understand it or approve it. All we could do, at Bethlehem, was receive it. A gift from a God we hardly even knew.
— William Willimon, “The God We Hardly Knew”
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh