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Book Review: A Grief Observed

I’ve had trouble enjoying a couple of C.S. Lewis essays, but this is the first of his books I didn’t like.

I have known about C.S. Lewis’ book A Grief Observed for a long time. In fact, it’s the second of his books that I bought. That was back in 1976. I had discovered Lewis the year before and read The Screwtape Letters, finding it very helpful to me in my then new Christian walk. When my grandfather died in 1976, I learned that he had written this book and bought a copy and sent it to my grandmother, even though I didn’t read it first. She and I never had a discussion about it, and I don’t know if she read it.

Somewhere along the line, I bought another copy of it, a used, large print edition. I’ve always had difficulty reading and enjoying large print books, and this one was the same. It sat on a shelf for a few years with my other Lewis books. I finally got around to reading it a couple of months ago.

A Grief Observed came from Lewis’ grief at the death of his wife, Joy (Davidman) Gresham Lewis. The story of Jack (as Lewis was called) and Joy is a long, complicated one, which I won’t go into now.  After marrying Joy at her hospital bed, expecting her to die within days or weeks, she unexpectedly recovered and they had about three years together. When the cancer eventually took her life, Lewis went into a tailspin of sorts. As a means of mourning, he wrote down his thoughts. When his publisher learned of this, he (the publisher) suggested it ought to be published. And so it was in 1961 under the pseudonym N.W. Clerk.

This is the Lewis book I least enjoyed. I understand grief and how it affects a person. It was over forty years before I wrote about the grief I felt at my mother’s death. Each person must grieve in their own way; there is no right or wrong way. But this book is just…strange. It doesn’t seem coherent, unified. It truly is a collection of Lewis’ thoughts as he grieved. He questioned God. He questioned Christianity. He questioned himself. He rambled. The book doesn’t follow a linear path from first grief to later triumph. He wondered how he could go on. Yet, of course, he did go on, for three more years until his own death.

It seems that the purpose of a book is to: entertain, convey information, instruct, work for change, or a few other noble purposes. For me, this book did none of those. Since it’s a short book (72 pages in large print), it was a short read. I think I finished it in just three or four sittings. At the end of the read, I felt unfulfilled in regard to any of those noble purposes. Of course, I’m not in a grieving process right now. Perhaps if I were, I would have found the book helpful. I can’t imagine that my grandmother was helped if she read this.

I’m afraid I give it a mere 2-stars. If you’re grieving, perhaps you will find it helpful. If you want to read everything Lewis wrote, by all means read it. But otherwise, don’t worry about bypassing it.

The book is a keeper mainly to keep my C.S. Lewis collection intact. Otherwise, it would be out to the sale/donation shelves in the garage.

Book Review: “Winthrop’s Boston”

The value of this book for you depends entirely on what you are hoping to learn. For me it was meh.

Around five years ago, or maybe a little longer, I bought a used paperback copy of Winthrop’s Boston by Darrett B. Rutman (1965; my pb copy 1972, I think). I had never heard of the book, but I bought it for the purposes of reading history (which I love), understanding the world many of Lynda’s ancestors moved into when they arrived in Massachusetts Bay Colony in the 1630s, and perhaps providing information for one of the Documenting America books. A couple of months ago, the book finally came to the top of my reading pile, and I read it.

I must say it wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I bought it. It was good, but the writer had an agenda. He set out to prove that Boston never quite became Winthrop’s “city on a hill”, and that the Puritan influence in Boston wasn’t as great as most historians lead you to believe.

Maybe that’s true, maybe it isn’t. Rutman went to great lengths, in some cases to the point of being tedious, to prove his point. I struggled not to skip at times, and at times I did skip—not a lot, but especially toward the end I came to places where I saw no value to some part, and I skipped it. Shame on me. I guess I also wasn’t thinking when I bought the book. I was thinking it would be about all of Massachusetts Bay Colony. It really was just about Boston. The towns adjacent to Boston come up in the book a little, but not much.

The book has little genealogical information. Yes, a few family heads are mentioned.

The book is a dry history book. Worth the read if you are into studying the Puritans, but otherwise not. There would be better history books of Boston. But, if you have ancestors in Boston between 1629 and 1647 or so, and want to know more about what the city was like at that time, it is worth the read. The value of the book to you will depend on what you are looking for.  For me, it was just 2-stars.

And, it is not a keeper. Into the sale/donate pile it goes.

Book Review: “Turning Life Into Fiction”

This isn’t one of the premier books that every writer needs to read and have on their shelf, but it is a worthwhile read.

I have a fair number of books for writers in my library. I should read more of them, but, given the large number of books I’m working through, I tend to pick others over those. Recently, I browsed one of my bookshelves, the one tucked away in the storeroom, and pulled two out. I took them and no others on our recent trip to Texas, forcing me to read them.

On Wednesday I finished the first of them, Turning Life Into Fiction, by Robin Hemley. Since that’s what I do to a fairly great extent in my fiction, I thought this would be good to read. It was. I read the paperback edition, copyrighted 1994. My copy is a new book but I don’t remember buying it. Possibly I won it at a writers conference.  That might sound old, but really it isn’t. The advice that Hemley gives works across the 90s and the 20s.

Take your life, or any part of real life, and figure out how to turn it into fiction. You aren’t writing history, and there’s no need to make your fiction exactly faithful to history. Begin with the truth. Add characters, delete characters, change the gender of characters. Start with the real setting; make some changes, but probably not as many as with the characters. But, if you change anything about a real place be prepared for someone very familiar with that place to call you out on it. That’s okay. For every 1 reader who knows the place you will have 1000 readers who don’t. So make a few changes. Maybe more than a few.

Hemley starts with journaling, and the importance of it, then moving on to memoir. He talks about the news and how to take virtually any news story and be able to develop a fictional story about it. He cautions the writer, however, that not every historical detail needs to be part of your memoir or story. The writer needs to take great care to see that the story has the right details, the details needed to pull in the reader and keep them reading.

The last chapter has to do with legal and ethical concerns. You don’t want to use real people in your books without permission. If you do, change enough so that the character bears only a little to the original. While successful lawsuits against fiction writers based on characters that resemble real people are rare, they do happen.

I’m glad I read this book. It helped me to see how I’m doing a lot of things right as I turn real life experiences into fiction. I’m not going to keep this book, as I never see myself re-reading it. But it’s a good book, a worthwhile read for any writer.

Book Review: Four Ways of Modern Poetry

A good and pleasurable read, but ’twill not be put back on my shelves.

I continue to pull books from this or that shelf, looking for any that seem interesting but which I’m sure I won’t keep. Reading those should be a win-win situation. A bit of enjoyment and decluttering/dis-accumulation at the same time.  The one I chose a couple of weeks ago was an oldish one: Four Ways of Modern Poetry, edited by Nathan A. Scott.

Published by John Knox Press in 1965, I have the Chime Paperbacks edition. Original cost was $1.00, stamped right on the front page. It’s in pretty good condition for its age.

The book looks at four poets: Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas, and W.H. Auden. I’m sure I bought this primarily for Frost, but also secondarily for Thomas. Since I bought this, I have read a little of Stevens, and have liked what I read. I’m still unfamiliar with Auden.

The book, 92 pages, consists of four essays by four different men, each one covering one of the four poets. I found the essay on Steven, by Stanley Romaine Hopper, mostly incomprehensible. I plowed through it but didn’t enjoy it and doubt that I learned much about him. I have a large book of his poetry and will have to get back into that sometime soon.

The essay by Frost was by Paul Elmen. This might have been equally incomprehensible as the first except that I know more about Frost. Elmen’s point is the Frost was a dark poet, not the simple, pastoral New England poet he appears to be. Others have said the same thing. I haven’t decided yet. I enjoy the pretty pictures that Frost’s poems paint, and am happy not to look for darkness beneath the surface.

The Thomas essay was by Ralph J. Mills, Jr. I’ve read a fair amount about Thomas. In fact, on my reading table is A Dylan Thomas Reader, which I dip into from time to time when other books at hand don’t excite me. I also have a book of his letters, which I read half-way through. Thomas’s poetry I don’t really care for, but he is an interesting character. Mills did a good job on explaining Thomas’s place in modern poetry.

The essay on Auden was written by the editor, Scott. It was by far the best of the four. It made me want to read more of Auden’s work, and some critique of those works and some biographical pieces. Alas, I will have to get much further into retirement and to the point where I don’t want to write anything of my own before I do that.

It took me only six or seven sitting to get through this. I consider the time to have been well spent. I won’t recommend it, mainly because I suspect it would be difficult to find a 1965 paperback in whatever bookstore you go into. It’s probably available on-line, from ABE Books or wherever you go for out-of-print books. It is worth reading if modern poetry is to your liking. But for me, I won’t be re-reading it so it is not a keeper. Nope. It’s already on the sale/donation shelves. A good read, but off it goes.

 

Book Review: Along The Edge Of America

An enjoyable read. Well written, easy reading, engaging subject. I must search for his other book somewhere on my shelves.

Peter Jenkins is famous for his walk across America, which he did around 1974 and turned into a bestseller book of that name. I have that book, somewhere on a shelf or in a box, and will someday read it. Meanwhile, I had another of his books conveniently at hand, Along The Edge Of America, so a couple of months ago the wife and I read it aloud. We picked this up as a used copy somewhere along the line, and it has been waiting quite a few years for us to read it.

It wasn’t what I expected. By “the edge of America” he means our southern water border, the Gulf of Mexico. After much planning, Jenkins went by boat solo from the tip of the Florida Keys to the Texas border with Mexico at the Gulf. While it was something I didn’t expect—and don’t ask me what I did expect—it did not disappoint.

Jenkins started by telling about his divorce, from the woman he met (I think in New Orleans) on his walk across America, who he married and who finished the walk with him. He made his money off the first book, bought land in the hills of Tennessee, and went there to live rather than back to his native Connecticut. He married again. But his feet became restless, and decided to do something else. Meanwhile, since his first, famous walk, he had done others and published the stories.

He decided to follow our southern coast. Buying a boat, he engaged teachers of boatsmanship (that may not be a word), navigation, survival, and whatever else he needed. He went to the coast and, after shakedown, he was off. His starting point wasn’t Key West, but  uninhabited American islands beyond Key West named the Dry Tortugas. Thence to the better known keys. Thence up the west coast of Florida, thence along the Florida panhandle, thence across the Alabama coast…well, you know your geography and get the picture.

Along the way, he met lots of interesting people. Let’s see, there were commercial fishermen in southern Florida; marijuana trans-shippers further north, old friends in New Orleans, victims of repeated hurricanes in western Louisiana, and modern pirates in Texas. He made a trip up a river into Alabama, a hundred miles inland, and met interesting people there.

While often he was solo, he had his new wife and baby come for a while, as well as his older children. When he stopped, it wasn’t for a night, but for months at a time. The book describes many interactions with local people he encountered along the way. This is as much a part of the book as his time on the water.

Jenkins talked about how he quickly picked up the knack of operating the boat, how he built relationships with people. Sampling of various native foods was part of it.

This is a good book, easily read. My wife and I read it aloud in the evenings. Seldom were we bored, and never did we want to skip a day. I give this book 5 stars.

But is it a keeper? Alas, no. Too many books in the house already, and, my criteria for keepers nowadays is two-fold: 1) will I ever want to read this again? and 2) is it part of a larger collection I want to keep intact? The answer is no to both of these. So it has gone into the donation/sale pile. A trip to a thrift store is likely to happen this week, and this will go. Now, where did I put that other Jenkins book?

Book Review: The Search for JFK

A book that covers the years 1935-1947 in JFK’s life.

It’s no secret that I like to read about the life of President Kennedy. I’ve posted several reviews about him. My JFK collection is around twenty volumes. In my closet, on a book pile that I dig into from time to time and found The Search for JFK, a 1976 book by Joan and Clay Blair, Jr. At 671 pages, my copy of this is a good quality hardback bought at a thrift store. When I found it, it was, I believe, the only JFK book in the house I hadn’t read.

This book covers JFK’s years in prep school, university, pre-war, World War 2, and the start of his political career, the years of 1935 to about 1947. While these years had been covered in other biographies and histories, the authors felt that something was missing, that the true facts about this period in the president’s life had not been adequately documented.

So they poured over what was available at the (then temporary) Kennedy Library in Waltham MA. They interviewed over 150 people in the years 1973-74. Just a decade after the assassination and three to four decades after the years covered, many people were alive and willing to tell the story of how they intersected with JFK’s life. This included classmates, military comrades, fellow politicians, relatives, and the many women he chased/dated. Not everyone would talk with the authors. Some refused to answer certain questions. Some gave interviews only by phone or in writing. But the authors doggedly persisted, and a story emerged.

The authors have dispelled three myths about Kennedy—successfully dispelled, in my opinion. Those are:

  1. that Jack was a robust young man. Not true. His health was perhaps the worst of any president ever elected. Born with a bad back (forget the lies about football or PT boat injuries), frequently given to infections, requiring numerous and lengthy hospitalizations before he ever got to Congress, and finally beset with Addison’s Disease, Kennedy was a basket case, health-wise. His health should have disqualified him from serving in the armed forces, but his daddy pulled some strings.
  2. that Jack was a dedicated and brilliant scholar. That JFK had a superior mind is beyond doubt. But he was no scholar. He lost a couple of years of studies to illness. He never attended two schools that most biographers said he did. His writings were primarily done by others. His “cum laude” Harvard years were anything but stellar.
  3. that Jack was a war hero. I want to be careful here. As one who never served in the armed forces, I tend to think that all who did so should be considered heroes and deserve our respect and support. But what the authors have done is document the carefully crafted PR campaign that attributed to Jack things he never did, that glossed over the fact that the ramming of PT109 was likely due to Kennedy’s negligence—it was the only PT boat rammed in the entire war.  His hero status got him elected to Congress, which was never what JFK wanted. His father wanted it more than he did, and since the oldest son died in WW2, it fell to Jack to pick up the family’s political ambitions whether he wanted to or not.

Note that, while the book discusses the many women in Kennedy’s life, it does so in a discrete manner. Many other authors have covered his womanizing in great detail. I guess the Blairs decided they didn’t have to. The names of many are included; the reader has to guess at the nature of the relationships, or find another book to give the full story.

The book is well written and well worth the read. It is refreshing to read a JFK book that isn’t about the assassination. I’ve poured through enough of those. I do have one fault to pick, which is the authors used quotes a little more than I would have liked. I thought some of their selections didn’t actually add to the story. A little shortening of those and I’d be giving it 5 stars. As it is, only four.

But, is this a keeper? Will I ever re-read it? I’ve thought long and hard about this. I have a shelf full of JFK books. I’ve enjoyed reading them. While they all are history, a lot of that history happened during my lifetime, making it all the more interesting. But, in the spirit of dis-accumulation/decluttering/preparing to downsize, and given my age, the number of years I have left and the huge number of other books I want to read, I am unlikely to ever read these again and thus they have to go. Now that I’ve finished this one, I will list the collection on Facebook Marketplace and see if I have any takers.

And, I’m also not likely to buy any more. Well, maybe one I saw today on Amazon, if I ever find it used. Then no more.

Giving Up On A Book

I rarely, rarely, start a book and don’t finish it. Sometimes I put it aside for a while, either because another book requires I read it, or because the book is not to my liking and I have to be in just the right mood to finish it. But I have just laid aside a book, unfinished, and placed it in the sale/donation pile. I won’t pick it up again.

Sorry, Messieurs Whitcomb and Morris, but your book didn’t speak to me. I abandon it and exile it to the sale/giveaway table.

A while ago I went looking for a book I was pretty sure was in a certain spot on our downstairs bookshelves, about the biblical book of Genesis, one I’ve been planning on reading but had kept putting off. But when I looked, I couldn’t find it. Another book was more or less in the place I thought that book was: The Genesis Flood. Fine, I thought. I’ll read that one since I found it and worry about the other one later.

Big mistake. TGF turned out to be a difficult book to read. It is filled with scientific names. It is also, to a great extent, composed of quotes from many sources rather than the authors’ own words. I have read books like that before, and large blocks of quotes tend to make the book difficult. Maybe boring.

I think the authors were building up to the creation of the world as having taken six literal days, rather than six periods of time. I think. They were holding their conclusions close to the chest. They began the book by looking at the different theories of historical geology, and how geologists have interpreted data throughout the ages, and why these different interpretations were insufficient to explain the data. I found this section not as well written as I would have liked, and was glad it was over.

But the next section, where they started to explain how the biblical flood explained the inconsistencies in the geological data wasn’t any better. I concluded these authors weren’t writing for me, or to be a popular book, but rather a scholarly book for geologists. I’ve read a couple of such books before. I finished them, but found them most difficult to get through.

Will I ever find the book I was looking for? Maybe I’m confusing The Genesis Flood for the book I was looking for. Or maybe it’s in a box somewhere. Ah, well, I have plenty of other books to read, so no need to spend a lot of time searching right now.

Book Review: Conversations With Kennedy

The conversations took place from about 1957 to 1963, but the book was published in 1975.

I have a fairly good collection of books about JFK, most of them read, several reviewed on this blog. One I hadn’t read yet was Conversations With Kennedy. It’s by Benjamin C. Bradlee. At the time the events of the book took place, Bradlee was a columnist with Newsweek magazine. Later he would go on to be managing editor of the Washington Post newspaper, a sister publication, and gain fame in the Watergate era.

When JFK was a senator from Massachusetts in the 1950s, recently married to Jackie, he was a neighbor to Bradlee, a few houses away in the Georgetown area of Washington D.C. Similar in age, similar in political views, and from relatively the same social circles, the two men became friends. They met socially, sometimes with their wives, sometimes alone or with Robert Kennedy or others. At some point in the relationship, fairly early on, Bradlee began taking notes on their conversations, realizing they could well be of historical significance. This continued when Kennedy became president in 1961.

Now, this arrangement sounds unethical to me. How could Bradlee, who wrote on politics for Newsweek, sometimes on JFK himself, befriend the person he’s supposed to stay neutral on? He could pick up behind the scenes info that no other reporter could get. But, if JFK was his friend, could Bradlee really write objectively on him?

Kennedy knew what he was doing, however, and I’m sure cultivated the friendship to foster positive press. Sure, he probably genuinely liked Bradlee and his wife and children, but still, the relationship smacks of unethical behavior by both men. But should reporters and journalists be required to give up or avoid friendships just because of their jobs? I wonder.

The book is well-written. Most of the chapters are short, as the notes were not extensive. Bradlee is a good writer. The information is of importance in history and is worth knowing. I’m glad that I read the book.

I rate this book 5-stars. But is it a keeper? It’s a mass market paperback, cheaply made, and a few pages at the front are falling out. On the other hand, I have an extensive collection of JFK books. I think for now I will add this to that collection, but I’m seriously thinking of getting rid of them all, selling them as a lot. I have one more to read (I think only one), after which I may just sell them. So this will go on the shelf for a short time.

Book Review: Collected Lyrics of Edna St. Vincent Millay

This thin, mass-market paperback was an okay read, but is not a keeper. I have another, more complete collection of her poems.

Almost all I know about poetry I learned by myself. A series of secondary school English teachers covered poetry every year, and I’m afraid I was a poor student of it. About all I learned was the names of the major poets, and a little of what era they were in.

One of those names was Edna St. Vincent Millay. I knew of her, but nothing about her.  That changed after I began studying poetry about twenty years ago. I read somewhere (probably Wikipedia) a short bio about her, and read a few of her poems in different anthologies.  Then I picked up a biography of her and read it, telling me something about the woman. Finally, in my library, on my poetry shelf in the storeroom, I found Collected Lyrics of Edna St. Vincent Millay. This little mass-market paperback belonged to my sister, for she signed it and put her homeroom down. it was published posthumously in 1959. This particular printing was from 1966.

Lots about poetry confuses me. What do they mean by “Lyrics”? They mean lyrical poems, I realize, but how do lyrical poems differ from other poems? I tried to figure that out some years ago and failed to grasp the difference. I do note, however, that this book contains none of Millay’s sonnets. So I reckon sonnets are not lyrical poems. I’m starting to think that lyrical poems are poems that don’t fit into a prescribed form—although I’m sure that’s not right.

No matter. The poems collected in this book run the full length of Millay’s poetic career, from Renascence in 1919 to Huntsman, What Quarry? in 1939 and scattered poems after that up to her death in 1950. She was quite a gal. I won’t go into her background. Let’s just say it’s well worth reading a biography about her.

As to the poems, I have a mixed reaction. I would for sure say she is not among my favorite poets. I had difficulty finding meaning in many of hers. Because of her background, one first attempts to read her poems as autobiographical. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. I prefer to assume any poet’s poems are not autobiographical. But so many of hers I just can’t figure out. To keep from glazing over as I read her poems, I read the book slowly, a few pages at a time, over almost a year. Maybe it was more than a year. In hindsight that may not have been the right decision.

I tried to read the poems carefully, not glossing over them. Many I read twice, having come to the end of one and thinking “What did I just read?” Alas, most of the time the second read made little difference. I still had little understanding of the poem.

So my two questions I try to answer in these reviews: Should you read this, and is the book a keeper? Reading poetry is a good thing; Millay is a major poet from the not too distant past; so yes, you should read her. Whether her lyrics taking in isolation from the rest of her work is another question. I think maybe a different of her books is in order.

As to keeping this, that’s a harder question. Or is it? So far, I’ve not sold any of my poetry books. But I have another book of Millay’s poems, one that is more complete than this one. I don’t know that I need two. So, off it goes. I’d return it to my sister but I’m sure she won’t want it. Nope, into the sale/giveaway pile it goes. Goodbye, Edna. See you in another book.

Book Review: Behind The Stories

This is like a time capsule of Christian fiction around the turn of the millennium. Well worth the read for anyone writing Christian fiction.

Some time ago (as in a couple of months), having finished reading a book and wanting to find one to read that I wouldn’t keep, thus reducing my inventory, I found on the bookshelf tucked in my close Behind The Stories: Christian Novelists Reveal the Heart in the Art of their Writing. I don’t know where I got this, but suspect I picked it up at a thrift store. Nor do I know how long I’ve had it, but I suspect ten years. The copyright date is 2002. I have a fair number of books for writers on writing and publishing, and I need to work through them, read the ones I haven’t read and decide if any of the ones I have read I shouldn’t keep.

That makes it almost a time capsule type of piece. The author is Diane Eble, though in some ways she is more of an editor than an author. The book covers three to four page stories from 40 Christian novelists. This is as things existed in 2002, or a year before that based on publication schedules. So it misses any that came to prominence before that. Many of the names are familiar: Jerry B. Jenkins, Karen Kingsbury, Janette Oke, Bodie Thoene, Terri Blackstock, Francine Rivers, Beverly Lewis. Others are not as famous, but I actually met some of them at writers conferences: Robin Jones Gunn, Alton Gansky, Angela Elwell Hunt, Deborah Raney. They cover the full spectrum of types of Christian fiction.

It was encouraging to read their stories. Almost every one of them went through some kind of trial. Maybe it was a difficult childhood. Maybe it was a struggle to find their voice. Maybe it was the busyness of life. Each persevered and found authorial success. That is an encouragement for me.

I rate the book 4-stars. It loses a star for something I can’t quite put my finger on. And, it is not a keeper. Next time I leave The Dungeon, I will go out to the garage, and take it to join the other books for sale. Maybe someone else can find meaning in these brief stories.