Showing posts with label A Reading Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Reading Family. Show all posts

Friday, 20 May 2011

Blankets

BlanketsBlankets by Craig Thompson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Blankets sparked a fantastic family discussion when we all read this together in March. We all loved it, and we all noticed slightly different things.

Our discussion led us from Craig’s story and the beautiful artwork to our own lives we saw reflected in the book’s themes: relationships with family, religious upbringing, first love, and growing up.

My brother recommended this graphic novel for our Reading Family book list this year. He said ‘every time I read it I see some new detail’. Thompson’s artwork is amazing and beautifully conveys the complex feelings of his first love.

This is a fictionalized autobiographical novel, so we don’t know exactly what is autobiographical and what is fictional. But it doesn’t matter—it’s a moving story. Briefly, Craig meets Raina and experiences love for the first time, in a way that is holy, beautiful, sacred and eternal. But he also has to deal with his fundamentalist Christian upbringing, hard lessons in sin and guilt, and an emerging sense of his own identity.

I loved the decorative elements in the drawings, where scenes are embellished by swirls and crystals and paisleys. Thompson seems to be portraying less tangible things, including sounds, emotions, and dreams. The most emotionally intense scenes became the most stylized graphically, to where Craig and Raina are floating against a backdrop of pure emotion.

It’s this stylized quality that stuck with me when I surfaced from reading and wandered around in a kind of daze for a while. I described it as ‘wearing comic goggles.’ I find that a graphic novel like this one affects me much more visually than reading a purely textual book, and when I look up I expect to see the world appear as it does in the book.

My mom noticed the same effect when she looked up, from Craig and Raina’s world blanketed by snow, outside to her own garden where it was snowing. This is definitely a wintery book, and the snow adds some element of magical, inhuman beauty.

I found the beginning of the book bleak and sad, as Craig shrinks under constant bullying at school and faces strict parental control at home. He fights with his brother, has no friends, and even disappoints Jesus. His escape is drawing.

However, this bleak beginning makes the eventual joy and love later in the story even more redemptive. I found moments of redemption carried through the story, moments that reveal a well of love or forgiveness in the characters.

Only Craig’s parents, I thought, were never redeemed. They never seem to treat their son as a fully fledged person with a life of his own. Correspondingly, I felt that Craig never gave his parents full personalities in the narrative. They were cardboard figures who only seemed to care about their son’s Christian faith rather than his own feelings or aspirations.

There was a moment when Craig came home from visiting Raina—all at once the most hopeful, pure, loving and passionate experience of his entire life.

When he admits to his mother that he and Raina are more than just friends, his mother’s response is ‘If I’d known that, I’d never have let you stay there two weeks.’ Craig thinks to himself, ‘That’s why I didn’t tell you.’ Suddenly what was all beauty and light turns dark and secretive.

In essence, anyone who has felt the pangs of growing up, first love, uncertainty of faith, or the difficulty of finding one’s own way in life will feel moved by Craig’s beautifully drawn story.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

A Reading Family 2011



Yes! We are finally ready to announce the selections for The Reading Family for this year!

Last year I proposed a joint reading project with my immediate family. Over the year I think everyone joined in at least once. We had some successes, some delays, some false starts and at least one dud. An experience worth repeating, I think!

The idea was to come up with a list of books that we'd read 'together' (as in, at the same time, though we live thousands of miles apart) and then share our reading experiences in some form of discussion.

My brother and sister liked the idea and we immediately came up with a couple books to read together. Later, the parents wanted in on the action and suddenly there were reading suggestions flying every which way.

Next thing I knew, it was reading chaos. My sister had to return one of the books to the library, unread. We missed out on a joint discussion of another book because we were all in different places. Then I found out that my mom and dad had already finished their books without having told me that they were starting!

So, this year, we're going to be better organised. Yeah, right.

After mulling it over since January, we've come up with a tentative reading plan for 2011. My siblings and I have each chosen one book for all three of us to read. My dad has added his suggestion and my mom has been solicited for ideas.

So... without further ado.

Reading for the end of March, my brother's selection:



In June, my sister's selection:



And in October, my selection:



My dad's selection, for late summer or early autumn:



My mom's nomination will follow.

I think this is a good number: five books spread out across the year. I think it's doable. I've never been in a book group and I can't imagine keeping up with a group read every month... So, I hope this works for everyone!

Saturday, 10 July 2010

The Essential Dykes To Watch Out For

The Essential Dykes to Watch Out ForThe Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Our best family readalong so far (in my opinion) is this epic comics collection by Alison Bechdel.

I only wish I had been a faithful reader of 'Dykes To Watch Out For' since the 1980s and could have followed these characters' lives for the next twenty-plus years, growing and changing with them until they felt like family. Failing that, reading this collection is the next best thing.

I savored this along with my sister and brother and we shared our love and enthusiasm for (and occasional annoyance with) the great cast of characters.

Here are some of our responses shared over email.

At the beginning --

My sister: OH MY GOD i love d2wof. SO MUCH!! i've only read like the first 10 pages, but i've been laughing out loud on every page and i can't put it down! i'm excited.

My brother: I also picked up DTWOF today from on hold at the library! I hid in the bathroom for a reasonable amount of time so I could read it. hee hee!

Me: DTWOF ate me up this evening, I almost didn't even do this job application I was loving it so much.


Getting stuck in --

My sister: DTWOF is fantastic, trying to keep the rest of my life going while i read it.

My brother: Lois is my favorite character. I also just met Rafael's "Male role model" who is great.

Me: I felt like I finally 'entered' the story with the WTO riots in Seattle -- you know I WAS THERE DUDE. 1999 baby.


Reflecting afterwards --

My sister: i'm not sure who i would be. maybe clarice? she was kind of a minor character, but i liked her a lot. i only hope i can do a better job at balancing my home life with my passion for work.

i also really liked sydney, even though she was so unlikeable. i was touched by her ultimate loyalty to mo--both those women had some breakthroughs with their commitment and intimacy issues. i was also drawn to ginger--maybe could have been me if i had gone the academic route.

My brother: I'd probably see myself in Syndney. Loyal, yet cynical about relationships. I do like technology, but I'm not a compulsive materialist like her. On that note, I sold my linux laptop on craigslist today.

I did like Lois the best. I felt like she didn't take herself too seriously, a foil to Mo in that sense, who was always totally wound up. I liked her mischievous side too, like telling Mo she was "transitioning."

Me: I'm trying to decide who I'd be, besides Mo. I'm not really Mo's personality but I like her a lot. I might be Thea? Private, quiet but smart, nerdy and independent?


Niggly bits --

My brother: I was ranting to Marieke about how much I didn't like Stuart. Both for his annoying preachy "do without" environmentalism and just general neuroses.

I thought it was best encapsulated by a scene at the very end, where he's putting in the garden and telling the daughter that "there's not enough room" for her pool. It's a freaking kiddie pool! He's so obsessed with his own environmental impact, his daughter can't even have fun. boo. obviously not in touch with the big picture.

Me: It got depressing toward the end -- partway into Bush's second term, everyone just seemed to give up hope. No one was having sex anymore, their relationships were crumbling and they all had bags under their eyes. The characters just weren't the 'up and coming' lesbian generation anymore.

I'd like to imagine them entering 'middle age' in a more hopeful time, with Obama in office and with new career and personal challenges on the horizon.


That's the thing about this wonderful family of characters, is that they definitely live on even after the last page is turned.

I read this book for the GLBT Reading Challenge and for A Reading Family.

Friday, 28 May 2010

La Perdida

La Perdida La Perdida by Jessica Abel


My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This is a hard one to write about. I read this graphic novel together with my brother and sister and we had a good long discussion about what we liked and didn't like. It's narrated by a young American woman who is looking back at a year in Mexico City in which she ended up in some quite frightening situations.

Whether Carla 'ended up in' or 'put herself into' those situations is open to interpretation. Carla seems at times (OK, most of the time) incredibly stupid, naive, idealistic, or even delusional, while at other times she seems friendly, well-intentioned, open-minded. She's hard to define.

I heard about the book from Ana at Things Mean a Lot and she wrote that

La Perdida asks difficult questions about colonialism, social justice, privilege, political idealism, cultural appropriation, and cultural relativity.

Difficult questions indeed. This book is not for the faint of heart, or someone looking for some light entertainment. Some serious shit goes down.

There were certainly times when I had a hard time getting through the story, when I didn't want to spend any more time with the narrator, or when I felt the whole thing just wasn't going anywhere.

There were other times when I started to notice the smaller details that made the story so rich, or when I went back over a scene again and again to try to make more sense of it, and saw that Abel was laying out clues for us to stumble upon.

The great thing about the graphic novel format is that so much subtlety and detail can be conveyed in the drawings; a plot element can depend on the interpretation of a wink, for instance. One memorable wink toward the end of this book was enough to break my heart.

Abel succeeds well in weighting these fleeting, emotional exchanges between characters with significance -- a hug, a phone call, a note. It was something I didn't notice right away, or on first read, but as I re-read passages I noticed more and more details that weren't overtly stated in the dialogue but that were significant to the story.

All the same, I didn't enjoy this book as much as I had hoped I would. The narrator was pretty hard to take, page after page, and her stupidity and lack of awareness (and tendency to get drunk or high and then fly off the handle) was a bit grating. There was some (grudging, I thought) introspection provided at the beginning and end of the novel, as the now-Carla looks back at her mistakes, but it wasn't deep enough for me to absolve her.

Things I liked:
  • Colorful slang, the use of Spanish
  • Complicated characters, not straightforward in the way they relate to each other
  • Uneasy contradictions and conflicted relationships
  • Some critical discussions of race, privilege (especially 103-106)
  • Carla's relationship with her brother, one of the only authentic relationships in the book (is it the only?)
  • Heartbreaking moments. Memo's wink. Carla's note.
Didn't like so much:
  • The horrible teeth! (like on p 34) Eeek!
  • Moments of introspection that didn't go anywhere.
  • Lack of follow-up at the end. What did she learn from the experience?
  • All the partying. It got old, fast.
  • Carla. Did she really feel anything for Oscar?
Thoughts? I told you this was a hard one.



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Wednesday, 12 May 2010

A Reading Family



I'd like to introduce a little project that evolved organically over the last several months -- A Reading Family.

It's simple -- you invite a family member (or several) to read a selected book at roughly the same time as you, and then you discuss it.

Yes, it's just like a book club. Except with relatives. And it works remotely, as well as in person.

Does that sound like fun or what! Or does it make you shudder with dread? Never fear -- the key is all in your choice of book. (Or your choice of relative.)

I realize that lots of families read together. Reading was always one of my family's favorite collective activities. We'd all pile onto the couch or lounge on the floor, each with our own book, magazine or newspaper.

My brother and sister and I now live far apart and we're busy living our own lives. We only see each other a few times a year, at most. Reading together has been a fun way to reconnect with those wonderful reading times we had as kids.

And it's a novel way for us to relate to each other -- saying 'You're so right', or 'I don't see it that way at all', or 'I didn't notice that'. But usually shouting, 'Oh my god, me too!'

It's fun to have bookish discussions with two people who know me so well. I don't have to explain what I'm thinking or why I responded a certain way; we understand each other. Yet we do have different tastes and perspectives. There's always something they'll point out to me that I missed.

Here's our reading list so far.


Fun Home by Alison Bechdel --
We had a strong personal connection with this graphic memoir, though one of us thought it was a bit on the academic side.


The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson --
We all loved Snow Crash and this was a reminder of how awesome Stephenson is. Nothing really beats Snow Crash though.


The Road by Cormac McCarthy --
We haven't all read this one yet. Intense!


La Perdida by Jessica Abel --
A mixed response to a complex narration. We focused on some strong scenes, but also found some problems with this graphic novel.


The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel --
Currently reading.

If it's been a long time since you read a book with your mom or dad, or brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, grandparent, or anyone else in your family, think about asking them to join you for a readalong!

And let me know how it goes, if you do.

Monday, 22 March 2010

The Road

The Road The Road by Cormac McCarthy


My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Wow. What can I say. This book took my soul apart and abandoned it in pathetic, tattered remnants. I spent a few days picking up the pieces.

This story glows in my mind now like an ember, seared into my imagination like a brand on bare flesh. It may crust over, but that fiery mark will remain. The pain was worth it -- oh so worth it -- for the agony of beauty this book creates.

For the desperate love that is palpable on every page. For the aching and horror and staggering loss, but also for the hope and angelic selflessness.

I envy anyone who has yet to go through its rite.

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Saturday, 27 February 2010

The Diamond Age

The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer by Neal Stephenson


My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The Diamond Age is a brain-stretcher, an equilibrium-jerker. Most of all it is a dream-invader: the sort of book that, bit by bit, replaces your version of reality with its own, so that when you eventually look up from the page you are surprised to see that the world is not all exactly as the author portrayed it.

Stephenson kidnaps us and takes us galloping off to places both familiar and strange -- cities like Shanghai, Seattle or Vancouver, but not as we know them now. The modern world has been radically altered by a nanotechnological revolution, so that anything one needs can be assembled, molecule by molecule, in a matter compiler drawing on the Feed.

Through the Feed flow all the atoms and molecules required to create almost anything a person could want. Thus, society's most highly revered members are the nano-engineers, those skilled and imaginative elite who program the compilers to create elegant, effective, miniscule devices to accomplish any task imaginable.

Such as the task of raising a young lady.

For although a matter compiler cannot assemble love or kindness, nor eject happiness from its sterile vacuum-sealed chamber, in the hands of the neo-Victorian genius engineer Hackworth, anything seems possible.

Part of the joy of reading The Diamond Age is in the beauty of Stephenson's inventions. The world of nanotechnology that features so prominently in the story seems simultaneously incredible and yet, strangely plausible. From the immunocules that protect each tribal enclave from the threat of nano-terrorism to the bat-eared spy-bots designed to track down one very special book, this futuristic world is populated with functional devices that each serve their purpose.

These nano devices aren't perfect; they break down, corrode, disintegrate, or wash away with the rain. But they are part of the WAY THE WORLD IS in a very real and believable way.

Another joy of reading Stephenson, a big reason why I like him so much, is the language play. Listing a bunch of technological terms here would make it seem like the book overwhelms you with new vocabulary, and that's not the case at all. New words for new things -- for example, mediatron -- are part of the fabric of the story and are woven in gently, yet playfully.

Stephenson clearly enjoys language and employs it creatively. I wrote down a short list of [pre-existing] words I wasn't familiar with, but I could have added a few dozen more to this list:
  • tantivy
  • apogee
  • gallimaufry
  • fungible
Now tell me the author isn't having fun!

One more word I took note of was 'alamodality'. At first my eye skipped over this one, as an unfamiliar word with too many syllables to bother with. Then I looked at it again. Stephenson offers a careful reader many such rewarding moments.

I haven't discussed the story much (young girl receives riveting instruction from 'magical' interactive book and her life path is changed radically), or the themes (conformity and individuality, loyalty and subversiveness, intelligence and creativity). But I don't think I need to.

There are so many reasons why I love this book. It sets my mind abuzz and makes me pine for the future (and for my own Young Lady's Illustrated Primer). I revel in its post-nation-state, post-economic societal structures. The book has its minor flaws and a few disappointing bits -- but nothing worth nitpicking over.

Rereading The Diamond Age makes me want to reread Snow Crash, my first Neal Stephenson novel and the one that turned me into a fan. These two books transcend genre, unless 'mind-blowingly awesome' could be called a genre.

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