Sunday Salon

Sunday Salon: Dec. 4, 2011

Hello everybody. It’s been a while since the last Sunday Salon (ahem October! wow!) but I do have some news to share with you today.

Here’s the big thing that has been ruling over my life for months now: my knee. I hurt it originally back at the end of June; did some PT for a while that seemed to help immensely, got back on the bike and even did a few races, but then when I started running again it got much worse again. The original injury came back and then some, with some new symptoms presenting. I finally ended up on crutches because I couldn’t stand to walk on it anymore, just in the last few days before my knee surgery on Friday. I have been feeling fairly well controlled by this injury; it effects every part of my life and makes everything less enjoyable; rather than navel-gazing I’ve been knee-gazing. But now… it should finally be at an end! This past Friday the 2nd, I had arthroscopic surgery. We didn’t find the torn meniscus we expected, but did a bunch of repair to damaged cartilage, and I’m told I should be back on the bike soon – but I’m also told I will never be a runner again. 😦 This is sad news, as I had deferred my January 2012 half-marathon entry but hoped to run my first half-marathon in January 2013. Now, apparently, I will not. Those who know me at all, though, will know that riding and racing bicycles is THE most important thing in my life that doesn’t live and breathe. So, what a relief that I’ll be riding again soon! How soon, you ask? You’ll have to wait and see, along with me. My check-up appt. is this Thursday and we’ll know more then.

So. This week I’m laid up around the house, and you know what that means: lots of books! And movies, too. Movies are rare events in my life and I’m sort of looking forward to the opportunity. That, and I want to finish a painting I’ve been working on, and do lots of snuggling with the little dogs. (Well, the snuggly one at least. The other one looks lovingly at me from across the room.) Husband is working from home all week so I’ll be well taken care of.

At present, I’ve just finished reading (for review) The Chalk Girl by Carol O’Connell. You’ll have to wait a bit for the review, to be published in Shelf Awareness closer to the book’s pub date of 1/17, but I will say: I had never heard of O’Connell or her serial character Mallory, but boy was this book a hit! I’m recommending it. Wait to hear more.

As you know, I’m also reading Their Eyes Were Watching God as part of the ongoing Readalong (check back tomorrow for the second installment thereof). I have Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky going on audiobook, but that’s most likely on hold during this week off. The rest of my reading time is deliciously available, free and uncommitted, and I’m considering the next Sharon Kay Penman in line for my attention, Here Be Dragons, as well as the copy of The Home-Maker that Thomas sent me a while back… or some of the Papa books I’ve been saving… oh, the TBR shelves overflow, the possibilities are endless! I honestly don’t know where I’ll turn next. What would you read if faced with a week off??

I’ll be chugging along here, kids. Thanks for checking in and tolerating my knee-gazing.

What are YOU up to this Sunday?

Defensive Wounds by Lisa Black

A forensic scientist with the cases of several murdered defense attorneys to investigate–reluctantly–while keeping her daughter safe on the scene of the crimes.

Defensive Wounds is the fourth in Lisa Black’s series starring Cleveland forensic scientist Theresa MacLean. CSI comes to life when a series of defense attorneys are murdered in spectacular fashion at the Ritz-Carlton during a convention; investigations are complicated by the fact that, as the cops put it, “everyone” hates these victims. For that matter, murder investigation in a hotel–let alone the collection of forensic evidence–is a detective’s nightmare; fibers and bodily fluids abound. Theresa’s involvement is made especially significant by her daughter Rachael’s new job at the hotel. With her cousin Frank one of the investigating detectives, Theresa is perhaps more intimately concerned than she should be–which is how she discovers the seemingly innocent character who may have singled Rachael out.

The tribal mentality of cops versus defense attorneys muddies everyone’s waters, and old crimes and questionably accidental deaths are reexamined. Theresa may have a new romantic interest, even as she tries to thwart Rachael’s budding relationship. Meanwhile, a serial killer runs loose, while Theresa collects loose fibers and cat hairs and struggles to make sense of it all.

An authentic feel to the forensics joins with breathless pacing and an intertwining cast of characters to make for an exciting and unique contribution to the thriller genre. Those new to Black’s series will be right at home with Theresa, a woman who takes her career in science and law enforcement seriously, while simultaneously trying to be a good mother. But we’re really here for the adrenaline rush, and Black delivers.


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book beginnings on Friday: The Sunne in Splendour by Sharon Kay Penman


Thanks to Katy at A Few More Pages for hosting this meme. To participate, share the first line or two of the book you are currently reading and, if you feel so moved, let us know what your first impressions were based on that first line.

I love Sharon Kay Penman, but I haven’t made my way through her work very quickly. She’s written quite a few books (what, 12 now?) and they tend to be long. But her books never fail to bring me great pleasure and strong emotions when I do make time. Thank you so much, Nan of Bone Island Book Blog, for prompting this read. Without further ado, here’s your beginning…

Richard did not become frightened until darkness began to settle over the woods. In the fading light, the trees began to take on unfamiliar and menacing shapes. There was movement in the shadows.

If you haven’t read any Sharon Kay Penman, I highly recommend her.

best of 2011: year’s end

Yes, I know there’s some time left. Perhaps I will add to this if the final weeks change anything, but I wanted to get this up with some time to spare, and maybe inspire you to share YOUR best books of the year! In no particular order, I give you the best books I read in 2011.

Those published in 2011:

Those published previous to 2011:

I’m so glad to know such great recommenders!! Thomas sent me a copy of Some Tame Gazelle as a prize for having cute dogs, and Simon recommended Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead. My editor at Shelf Awareness, Marilyn, assigned me Hemingway’s Boat and The Barbarian Nurseries. Raych doesn’t know it but she inspired me to read Rebecca, and a series of blogs influenced me to finally get around to In Cold Blood and We Have Always Lived in the Castle (I’m sorry I can’t remember who you all are… but you made a difference!). And finally, Amy has recommended several great books to me this year, most notably Kushiel’s Dart. Thank you all so much; you make it all worthwhile!

So how about it? Please tell me you have a best-of post to come, hmmm? Post a link here so we can all share around. And thanks for the recommendations! 🙂

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin

I have heard that this was an important, well-written and interesting autobiography. I don’t recall where I heard it, but I made a note and it stuck in my head. So I found the audiobook and gave it a try.

What I learned was a more detailed version of what I knew: Benjamin Franklin was an interesting, hard-working, thoughtful man who helped shape our nation’s history. He was an indentured servant, a runaway, a businessman, an entrepreneur, a diplomat, a politician, an inventor, an author, a militiaman, a scholar and a philosopher, and a father. He invented many items, large and small, that improved the everyday life of people in his time, showing an intelligence and curiosity about how things work that I admire. He was also instrumental in beginning both a school (which became both the University of Pennsylvania, and a free school for poor kids) and a public hospital in his adopted hometown of Philadelphia. He did a lot of good things and had some interesting ideas. He was a moralist, and wrote tracts in which he espoused a “right way” of living.

The style of his autobiography is unfortunately stiff and pompous, though. I think that perhaps the narration of my Mission Audio edition didn’t help. The language in which this book was written is necessarily dated and sounds odd to the modern ear; but if today’s actors can make Shakespeare palatable, for gosh sake, you’d think they could have found a narrator who would bring Franklin to life, too. Instead they went with a sort of whuffling, sedate, staid voice that emphasized not this senior statesman’s timeless wisdom and accessibility – which I think might be there, hidden in the text – but the distance from which he speaks. The long pauses and bombastic tone went a long way towards ruining this experience for me.

I didn’t enjoy this autobiography at all, which was a disappointment. Actually I’m not quite sure why I finished it (Husband asked, and I couldn’t answer); maybe I had that much faith in the long-lost recommendation, or maybe I was just mesmerized by the monotonous narration… I didn’t even get the consolation of learning new bits about Franklin. I came away with the same vague notion of who he was and what his legacy was that I’d started with. For educational purposes, I actually got more out of the “timeline of his life” appended at the end than I did out of the bulk of the book. I feel that the autobiography itself was probably flawed, in that it leans towards anecdotes of little consequence, moralizing, and self-congratulations. But the narration was the final straw. Unfortunately I cannot recommend this book; and if you do decide to seek it out (in which case, let me know if it goes any better for you!), for the love of Dog, avoid the Mission Audio version.

Teaser Tuesdays: The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just open your current read to a random page and share a few sentences. Be careful not to include spoilers!


I’ve chosen you a teaser today from Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography, which I’ve heard repeatedly is worth reading.

I disliked the trade [his father’s, of being a tallow-chandler or candle-maker], and had a strong inclination for the sea, but my father declared against it; however, living near the water, I was much in and about it, learnt early to swim well, and to manage boats; and when in a boat or canoe with other boys, I was commonly allowed to govern, especially in any case of difficulty; and upon other occasions I was generally a leader among the boys, and sometimes led them into scrapes, of which I will mention one instance, as it shows an early projecting public spirit, tho’ not then justly conducted.

He then goes on to explain that, needing a wharf to fish off of to keep their feet out of the mud, he and the other local boys – at his urging – purloined some building supplies from a nearby construction site and built themselves a stone wharf. They do get caught.

Their Eyes Were Watching God Readalong, part 1

The Heroine’s Bookshelf is hosting another readalong! Yay! We are reading Their Eyes Were Watching God, and I encourage you to participate. Today we’re discussing chapters 1-6 (please pop over to THB at the above link to join in) and have two discussion dates to come: chapters 7-13 on December 5, and chapters 14-20 on December 12.

Chapters 1-6 introduce us to Janie Crawford, and her tragic family history. At the start of the story, we see a forty-ish Janie coming home from… somewhere, to her town’s gossipy disapproval. And she begins to tell her story to her friend Pheoby. We hear about her youthful marriage, to relieve her aging grandmother’s concern about her future; but she isn’t Janie Killicks for long before leaving him to become Mrs. Mayor Starks, of a brand-new, all-black town. Janie becomes decidedly dissatisfied with being ordered around as Joe Starks’s helpmate and unpaid worker. He’s jealous and keeps her on a short leash, and she wants more out of life. When she was 14 she lay beneath a pear tree in blossom, and felt deeply touched by the springtime rhythms of nature; the descriptions of the pear blossoms, the bees pollinating them, are decidedly sensual and even sexual. Janie is meant for more than working as Joe’s wife-servant. Her perceptions are idealistic and lofty. She has an appreciation for her world that is deeper than that of her power-hungry husband.

Already Janie’s story touches me deeply, and I yearn with her for a world in which a “colored” woman will have value, make decisions for herself, and know love. As a character she’s earned my respect and sympathy.

And such beautiful imagery! I wanted to share with you some of my favorite turns of phrase, but I find them to be many…

“Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.”
“The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky.”
“They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs.”
“Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.”
“She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether.”
“Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.”

The descriptions and the writing are absolutely marvels unto themselves, without even worrying about Janie herself – which I defy you not to.

I’m definitely excited about this book and looking forward to Erin’s readalong. Stop over and join us, won’t you?

the Sharon Kay Penman corpus

Sharon Kay Penman is probably my very favorite author of historical fiction. Her books are generally quite long (the exception is the shorter books in her mystery series starring Justin de Quincy), and so effortlessly create whole worlds that I just love to fall into. I turn to her books when I’m looking for a comfortable, engrossing read that won’t be over in a day or two! I’m slowly working my way through all her work; I’ve only read a few so far but have collected most of them. In chronological order, they are…

Standalone:
The Sunne In Splendour (1982) – reading now

The Welsh Trilogy
Here Be Dragons (1985) – own it (edit: read it)
Falls The Shadow (1988) – own it
The Reckoning (1991) – this was my first Penman, and I reread it several times before branching out, I loved it so much. Now I guess it’s time to go back and read the first two in this trilogy!

The Henry II Trilogy
When Christ And His Saints Slept (1995) – loved it
Time And Chance (2002) – own it
Devil’s Brood (2008) – own it
Lionheart (2011) – have it in the library

The Justin de Quincy Mysteries
The Queen’s Man (1996) – enjoyed it
Cruel As The Grave (1998)
Dragon’s Lair (2003)
Prince of Darkness (2005)

The other aspect of Penman’s work (which I’ve discussed before) is that she does meticulous research. I consider her to be an excellent example of a responsible author of historical fiction; the author’s notes at the back of each of her books details where history ends and where fiction begins, so that the responsible reader can be careful about how much she takes away from these books as fact. I definitely recommend her work.

did not finish: New by Winifred Gallagher

The subtitle of New is “Understanding Our Need for Novelty and Change,” and I was interested; I think I visualized a work of social commentary, on our society’s driving need and demand for bigger and “better”, for “progress” for its own sake. That’s not what Winifred Gallagher has given us, though.

Instead, this is a work of anthropology and psychology, observing the variety of personality types and behaviors present in our human race. She refers to neophobes, neophiles, and neophiliacs. The change-fearing first category, and the adventure-seeking third, make up some 20-30% of our population; the majority of us represent a more moderate reaction to novelty. As a population, this makes us well-suited to survival and evolution and, in fact, explains (says Gallagher) why Homo sapiens survived when our brethren did not: the thrill-seekers pushed us to new and better solutions to the problems of survival, the anxious ones kept us safe, and the majority kept us wisely moving towards new opportunities with intelligent caution.

This phenomenon is explored in our history, in psychological studies, in case studies, in lab studies with other species (those poor mice with the cocaine addictions! very sad), and finally in a look at the “Old Order” (Amish and Mennonite communities) in comparison to the smart-iProduct-tech-gadget-addicted majority population of… where, exactly? It’s my impression that Gallagher is looking at the US or Western world here, but I still somehow feel that she’s overestimated the saturation of smartphones in today’s world. Even in the US I know there are still plenty of us without them (!) and if we’re going world-wide, her supposition gets even more ridiculous. (As an aside, her asseration that “whether you’re rich or poor, black or white, male or female, young or old, expert or beginner, the answer to your question is as close as the nearest computer – a truly democratizing force that’s apparent in any public library,” while true, seems to disregard the fact that those computers are not very nearby to a huge majority of the world’s population, like most of the poor and disproportionately many of the black population; and the libraries are being shut down at alarming rates, so yes, while it’s a “democratizing” force, it’s also not a very forceful force.)

And while the basic idea – that we are either neophobes, neophiles, or neophiliacs, in approximately a 20/60/20 proportion – was an interesting one, I got that from the first six pages. Literally. The rest of the book just bored me, and offered nothing (ha) New. And then there were sentences like this one (this quotation comes from my advanced reader’s copy and is therefore subject to change):

Finally, to the creative personality’s recipe of good intelligence, robust neophilia, self-directedness, and the toughness that he describes as a low level of “harm avoidance,” C. Robert Cloninger, a psychiatrist and neuroscientist at Washington University in Saint Louis who developed the highly regarded Temperament and Character Inventory personality model, would add a big dollop of “reward dependence,” or desire for approval.

And I ask you, are you not bored and thrown off by such a sentence structure? With such a list of such concepts, and such a bit fat clause in the middle, and such jargon? Sigh.

I did not finish New, but I almost did; I read about half the book and then flipped and skimmed the rest pretty thoroughly, so I feel confident in my conclusion that this book has rather little to say but rather many words to say it with. Not for me.


I was sent a copy of this book for review.

book beginnings on Friday: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Thanks to Katy at A Few More Pages for hosting this meme. To participate, share the first line or two of the book you are currently reading and, if you feel so moved, let us know what your first impressions were based on that first line.

I am reading Zora Neale Hurston’s classic, Their Eyes Were Watching God, as part of the Readalong being hosted by The Heroine’s Bookshelf blog. The Heroine’s Bookshelf book, which I read (and reviewed) earlier this year, had already prompted an interest in a reread of this book; I read it when I was quite young and don’t remember much. I expect to get more out of it this time. Thanks Erin for getting me started! (Check out also her Great Gone With the Wind Readalong from a few months ago, which got me reading that classic for the *first* time.)

Sorry, let’s get started here. We begin:

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.

It’s a powerful beginning, isn’t it? I particularly find the first line grasping my interest. Doesn’t really tell us what the story is about, but presumably that’s to come.

What are you reading this weekend?