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Reading Joyce for "Fun"



I had a dentist appointment a few weeks ago, and the doctor saw me a full 45 minutes late. I had rushed out of a meeting to get to the appointment on time, and forgotten my phone, and realized I left my wallet at home, so had 45 minutes of time to sit and steam a bit. But actually, I didn't steam. Because even though I'd forgotten essentials like phone and wallet, I'd managed to grab my current book, Dubliners. So I had 45 uninterrupted, unreachable moments to sit and read Joyce's short stories. What a gift.

When the doctor did finally come in, she apologized briefly for "running a bit behind," and struck up the requisite small talk when one has a book in her lap: Oh, what are you reading?

Dubliners.

Are you a student?

No.

Why would anyone read Joyce if it wasn't for school?

The Classics Club, Redux(ish)

In September of 2012, a younger, more optimistic me joined the Classic Club, hoping to motivate myself to read 50 classics over five years (ending September 2017).

It's well past September 2017, and suffice it to say, I did not read 50 classics. I did read 24, though, so rather than calling this a bust, I'm readjusting my goals, and planning to read the remaining 26 over the next five years.

Here's what I've read so far:

  1. Emma by Jane Austen
  2. A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  3. The Sign of Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 
  4. Middlemarch by George Eliot 
  5. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
  6. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
  7. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood 
  8. The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald 
  9. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 
  10. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell 
  11. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 
  12. The Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway* 
  13. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
  14. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway* 
  15. Don't Stop the Carnival by Herman Wouk
  16. Diamond as Big as the Ritz by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  17. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
  18. The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
  19. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
  20. Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  21. The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin
  22. Wise Blood, by Flannery O'Connor
  23. The Moons of Jupiter by Alice Munro
  24. Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov by Anton Chekhov

And here's the list I'll be pulling from for the next five years:

  1. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 
  2. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
  3. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
  4. The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster
  5. Odessa Stories by Isaac Babel
  6. Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin 
  7. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 
  8. The Master and the Margarita by Michael Bulgakov 
  9. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 
  10. Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote 
  11. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold by John le Carre 
  12. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John le Carre
  13. Collected Stories by Anton Chekhov
  14. Woman in White by Wilkie Collins 
  15. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 
  16. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
  17. The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas 
  18. Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner 
  19. Light in August by William Faulkner 
  20. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner 
  21. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 
  22. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 
  23. Madame Bovary by Gustav Flaubert 
  24. Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell 
  25. The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman 
  26. Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein 
  27. Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway 
  28. The Nick Adams Stories by Ernest Hemingway
  29. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
  30. Les Miserables by Victor Hugo 
  31. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving 
  32. Dubliners by James Joyce 
  33. Lady Chatterly's Lover by D.H. Lawrence 
  34. Death in Venice by Thomas Mann 
  35. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 
  36. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 
  37. Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassant 
  38. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 
  39. Lolita by Vladimir Nobokov 
  40. At Swim Two Birds by Flann O'Brien 
  41. The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien 
  42. Collected Short Stories by Flannery O'Connor
  43. 1984 by George Orwell 
  44. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 
  45. The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allen Poe 
  46. Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allen Poe 
  47. Pedro Parama by Juan Rulfo
  48. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark 
  49. The Man Who Loved Children by Christina Stead
  50. East of Eden by John Steinbeck 
  51. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck 
  52. Robinson Crusoe by Robert Louis Stevenson 
  53. Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson 
  54. Dracula by Bram Stoker 
  55. The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien 
  56. The Warden by Anthony Trollope 
  57. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 
  58. Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh 
  59. The Time Machine by H.G. Wells 
  60. Birds Fall Down by Rebecca West
  61. House of Mirth by Edith Wharton 
  62. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 
  63. A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

Week in Reading: October 26, 2015



It's the last week of October (somehow?) and I'm basking in the relative relaxation of a slow review month. This week, I devoured Salvage the Bones, Jesmyn Ward's National Book Award-winning novel from 2011; it was the kind of beautiful, cruel, heartbreaking novel that made me want to set it down and not continue but left me unable to look away. Truly, truly, truly excellent. I also finished Margaret Atwood's The Heart Goes Last, which I liked, but not as much as some of Atwood's previous works.

Short Reviews of Four Short Books



I love me a good chunkster (Anna Karenina, anyone?), but from time to time, a step away from the 1,000-page tomes and into the world of 150-page micro-books is good for the soul. Here are a few short titles I've picked up of late:

Thoughts: Don't Stop the Carnival, by Herman Wouk

Picture this: Niles Crane, of Frasier fame, is having a mid-life crisis and has decided to quit New York and go off to buy a resort on a Caribbean island. As in every episode of the awkwardly delightful Frasier (or Seinfeld, or 30 Rock, or most any excellent sitcom), everything that could possibly go wrong does.


This is the best parallel I can come up with for Herman Wouk’s delightful, wonderful, insightful and cutting novel of Norman Paperman, a middle-aged Broadway publicist who, after surviving a heart attack, decides to buy a small resort on a Caribbean island. But his visions of peaceful bliss, reading Ulysses by the sea, are shattered when Kinjan life interrupts his dreams of paradise: the hotel is out of water, the manager has disappeared, there is a gaping hole in the wall in the foyer, the aging celebrity in the cottage next door is having an issue with the drink, and Norm simply cannot wrap his mind around any of the confusing, slightly absurd ways in which the island works.

Norman Paperman, despite his strange name, is the envy of all his peers in his decision to quit the real world and escape to paradise:

“All these people were at an age when their lives were defined their hopes circumscribed. Nothing was in prospect but plodding the old tracks until heart disease, cancer, or one of the less predictable trapdoors under their feet. To them, the Papermans had broken out of Death Row into green April springs, and in one way or another they all said so.”

Don’t Stop the Carnival can be searing: I can understand some of Wouk’s hilarious, but all-too-honest depictions of the island culture, though others border on insulting in their overgeneralizations. But more than that, Wouk has captured the joys and trials and downright insanity of chasing down one’s dream, of fighting to build a paradise that could only have come from one’s imagination, only to find it is nothing like what you had expected. This battle is rewarding in its own right, and it is a joy to watch Norm grow up, at least a little bit, and become a stronger man because of his lost visions of paradise.

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This book is one of the classics I am counting as part of the Classics Club five-year challenge to read 50 classics.

Classics Club Spin

The Classics Club is doing another spin this weekend, and in an effort to get myself motivated on my fifty books before I turn 30, here's a list of 20 classics still on my list to read, most of which I already own:

Hemingway Works
The Sun Also Rises
Short Stories
To Have and Have Not
Islands in the Stream

Books I've Already Started and Just Need to Finish
The Portable Dorothy Parker 
Gone with the Wind
Hound of the Baskervilles

Classics to Re-Read and Savor
One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Breakfast at Tiffany's, by Truman Capote
Dubliners, by James Joyce
The Count of Monte Cristo,by Alexandre Dumas

From the 30 Books to Read Before You're 30 List
The Dream of a Common Language, by Adrienne Rich
The Sun Also Rises, (yeah, ok, I put this on the list twice, is that cheating?)
A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf
The Golden Notebook, by Doris Lessing
Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison

Ones I Just Own and Need to Pick Up Already
At Swim Two Birds, by Flann O'Brien
The Warden, by Anthony Trollope
Lady Chatterly's Lover, by D.H. Lawrence
A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens




Updated: The spin number is #10, which for me is Dubliners by James Joyce. I read this in college for an Irish lit class, and wrote a paper about "The Dead." I'm excited to go back and re-read this one on my own terms, not as an assignment.

Septemb-Eyre: Chapters I-XI

A quarter of the way through Jane Eyre, and I can already see why so many people hold this book so dear.

Poor, poor Jane, and her poor, unfortunate circumstances. First, she is orphaned and locked in a cupboard under the stairs by this horrible family named the Dursleys and locked in the nursery by this horrible family named the Reeds who are forced to look after her against their will. When she turns out to be a wizard refuses to be silenced or back down against Dudley John Reed*, she is sent to a school for wayward girls where they must eat terrible porridge and freeze their toes off and get beaten with brooms.

Even though things are looking up at the end of Chapter XI, I've got a sneaking suspicion this state of happiness is not meant to last in Jane Eyre's world.

What struck me most about Jane throughout each of these trying situations was her terrible, incredible sense of justice. She argues with the Reeds, with her teachers, and with her dear friend Helen that she could not possibly back down in a situation in which she felt herself to be in the right:
"You are good to those who are good to you. It is all I ever desire to be. If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all their own way; they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse. When we are struck at without reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should--so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again."
Now that is a 10-year-old who knows her own mind. But then again, she doesn't, always, for she continually puts so much stock in what others think of her; her sense of justice is completely tied up in her sense of how other people view her.

I've never read this, but I have a feeling that may get complicated for her down the road, single, unattractive, passionate girl that she is.

And also, what's up with the "circumstance of ghostliness" that accompanies the "curious cachination" (love that turn of phrase, even f spellcheck doesn't think "cachination" is a word)? Is Jane Eyre a book I could have put on my RIP VIII list?

For those reading for the first time, what did you find most noticeable about Jane?


For those re-reading, what stood out to you the second time through?


Reminder: If you're reading ahead or you've already read the book, please try to avoid spoilers for those of us who are new to the story!



Next week: Chapters XII-XXI.

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*I mean, really, the Reeds must be the original Dursleys. What part of Bronte's description of John Reed does not remind you of Dudley?
"John Reed was a school boy of fourteen years old...large but stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in spacious visage, heavy limbs and large extremities. He gorged himself habitually at table, which made him bilious... He ought now to have been at school; but his mamma had taken him home for a month or two, 'on account of his delicate health.' Mr Miles, the schoolmaster, affirmed that he would do very well if he had fewer cakes and sweetmeats sent him from home; but the mother's heart turned from an opinion so harsh, and inclined to the more refined idea that John's sallowness was owing to over-application, and, perhaps, to pining after home."

Septemb-Eyre: Roll Call!

After years of owning but not reading Jane Eyre, I'm finally taking the plunge. Like the good little blogger I am, I've managed to (somehow!) find 15 fellow bloggers and reviewers to read it along with me. So, here goes nothing!

First things first, it's not too late to sign up.
New readers, re-readers, Classics Club members, non-CC members... the more the merrier.

Schedule
September 2nd: Kick-off post, introductions, why you're reading, etc.
September 9th: Chapters I-XI
September 16th: Chapters XII-XXI
September 23rd: Chapters XXII-XXIX
September 30th: Chapters XXX-End

In my edition (the Penguin Classics Deluxe paperback), that works out to about 110 pages per week. We can so do this. Since there are some of us who haven't read the novel yet, please try to avoid spoilers past the section we're talking about each week.

And Introductions
Since there are so many new and new-to-me bloggers participating in this event, I'm hoping we can kick off with a little introduction -- who are you, where can we find you on the interwebs, why are you reading (or re-reading) Jane Eyre?

I'm all over social media myself, but of late, am most active on Twitter (@ofabookworm) and Tumblr (ofabookworm.tumblr.com). I'll be tweeting my reading with the hashtag #SeptembEyre.

I've owned Jane Eyre for years, and when my husband and I merged our book collections, we realized that we owned no less than four different editions of the novel--despite the fact that I've never read it and he hates the book. I decided to finally read it after approximately 1.2 million people on the Twitter were horrified that I hadn't read it, and told me all the reasons I should. It's also one of the books on my Classics Club list, so I consider this one of those multiple-birds-one-stone situations.

Besides some vague rumors (something about a man named Rochester, and someone living in an attic, I think?), I actually know very little about the book, so I'm hoping to go in with an open mind and see what all the fuss is about.

Here we go...

If you're participating, link up to your intro post here, and happy reading!

Septemb-Eyre Update: Logistics!

A few logistics for the Septemb-Eyre readalong...

Join us!
It's never too late to sign up. If you'd like to read Jane Eyre with us over the month of September, you can sign up for the readalong here.

Schedule
I was apparently looking at an August calendar when I picked dates for this, not a September calendar, and I'm guessing most people don't want to run posts on Saturday. How does Monday sound instead? That gives us all the weekend to catch up on reading and respond with thoughts on each section. That moves our schedule a bit and takes us right up to the end of the month...

September 2nd: Kick-off post, introductions, why you're reading, etc.
September 9th: Chapters I-XI
September 16th: Chapters XII-XXI
September 23rd: Chapters XXII-XXIX
September 30th: Chapters XXX-End

(That said, if a different day of the week works better for you, feel free to post whenever and just link up to the appropriate linky... this is supposed to be fun, not work.)

Hashtag Central
Join me on Twitter (@ofabookworm) and Tumblr (ofabookworm.tumblr.com) with the hashtag #SeptembEyre as we read along. 

What am I missing?

Thoughts: The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood

Oh, The Handmaid's Tale. I first read this book in college, pulling it from the shelves when the kids I was babysitting had fallen asleep. When their mom came home and found me reading it, she graciously let me take it home rather than asking me to re-shelve it, for which I am eternally grateful. Because how could anyone put this down once they started? How could anyone begin reading Atwood and walk away from her?

For those who don't know, Atwood's tale takes place in a dystopian version of the United States, now known as the Republic of Gilead, in which big government has joined at the hip with big religion to subjugate women and create a kind of procreation caste system. The system "marries" one man and one woman, but gives important households a handmaid--essentially a concubine who has sex with the man of the marriage at pre-determined times to try to get pregnant. Sex is joyless, passionless, and government-mandated. Speech is limited, dissenters (including priests of certain unaccepted religions, scientists, gay people, loud people, and anyone who dares to be an individual) are hung, and handmaids are discarded if they do not get pregnant in a timely manner. It is a world based on terror, fear, and suppression, revealed to us in bits and pieces by Offred (literally "of Fred," handmaid to Fred). But when Fred shows that he himself doesn't always follow all the rules, Offred discovers a secret underworld that thrives beneath the polished veneer of government-approved activity.

While it seems far-fetched when summarized above, the beauty--and horror--of The Handmaid's Tale is in its roots in our reality. As Offred begins to reveal bits of her own past, we realize, slowly, how much her world used to look like ours--and how it was baby steps and small actions that led to the slow dissolution of society as we know it. First women lose access to their own money, then they are prohibited from working, and then, and then, and then. Until suddenly a world in which women are nothing more than child-bearing vessels is suddenly not so hard to imagine.

The Handmaid's Tale was my first exposure to Atwood (I fell in love), but it was also my first exposure to dystopian literature that was not the high-school assigned 1984. It was the first time I realized outside of a classroom how much fiction could teach me about the world. It was the first time I stepped outside my comfortable suburban bubble to think about the far-reaching implications of religion and political power. It was the first time I identified as a feminist, even if I was scared to use the word at the time.

Needless to say, re-reading it earlier this year was both thrilling and terrifying. What if it didn't live up to my exceedingly high expectations (which has happened to me before in re-reading my favorite books)? What if it didn't make my head spin the way it had the first time? What if Claire Danes' narration of the story was awful?

Luckily, none of these things came true. Claire Dane's narration of Offred was perfection; though I'm not always a fan of Danes' sometimes-simpering voice, it actually worked quite well for Offred's continuing uncertainty and confusion, for her bursts of rebellion and carelessness followed by bouts of anxiety and nervousness.

And The Handmaid's Tale proved just as haunting, just as important, and just as eye-opening the second time through as it did the first. With governments trying to define "proper" marriage on Tuesdays and states redefining abortion laws on Wednesdays and health departments making recommendations on the proper care and treatment of women's bodies for childbearing purposes on Thursdays, it is, sadly, just as relevant today as it was when it was first written--if not more so.

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Of note: The Royal Winnipeg Ballet is doing a production of The Handmaid's Tale this October. If anyone is local enough to go see it, please let me know how it is!

Also of note: The Folio Society has an illustrated version of this book with some truly stunning art included. Worth checking out.

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The Handmaid's Tale | Margaret Atwood, nar. Claire Danes | 11 hours | Available from Audible