I Might Be Sick…

April 28, 2010 by

Over the past few months I think I’ve come down with a case of Reader’s Block. The doctors tell me this can be serious. You can become infected by this chronic disease from many different sources but most of them have a common root: not enough time. As Einstein showed us, even time is relative….for some more than others. In my case, the time is taken by intangible concerns and external forces that deplete my brain’s ability to perceive it. When I read it is important to feel a sense of timelessness, eternity. Otherwise, I cannot immerse myself into what I am reading enough to soak it all in and therefore care enough to take the time to read. This is very difficult sometimes, especially since this disease has many different strains of complexity it can be hard to find the right medication.

Growing up,  it took me a little while to learn how to read at a solid level. Most of which had mainly to do with being slightly dyslexic which is also known as:  being a little boy completely.  It wasn’t until I was around ten or eleven that I actually sat down to read. This was no fluke or chance; it had everything to do with Calvin and Hobbes. For the first time I had found something, in a book, that spoke to my soul in a way that I never thought possible. I believe I read every single one of those comics.

Now, the philosophy of treatment will hopefully allow me to pull through. This time instead of a childhood hero, I am taking a strong dose of Russia and McCarthy. The following is my prescription list that I picked up today.

 

Leo Tolsoy: Anna Karenina

Fydor Dostoevsky: The Brothers Karamazov

Cormac McCarthy:

Child of God

Outer Dark

Suttree

 

 

photo by: Kelly Pickerill

-John P.


What I’m Reading

April 27, 2010 by

Well, maybe I’m not as cool as some of the folks blogging here on the Lemuria blog and maybe this little picture of me in the right hand corner needs an update and maybe I’m not able to read enough to sustain this what I’m reading blog, but at least this little guy still likes me. I think he’s saying “you’re number 1 to me daddy” but it’s probably more like “TRUCK!”. This reading list is going to be much shorter than the last couple – but I maintain that it’s credible – I’m either reading or trying to read everything that I’m blogging about. I’ll try to have more going on next time. Maybe a new parenting book. So anyway, here goes…

Sailor & Lula: The Complete Novels by Barry Gifford

This is what’s been taking up most of my reading time – and I’m glad. The language is amazing. This is what it would be like if Merle Haggard wrote brilliant literary novels. Part beat writer – part Russian – part I don’t even know – wow. It’s hard to describe why you get attached to certain characters in certain books – especially those that you don’t really think you should be relating to – but I guess something times an author creates characters that are truly human…

Big Short by Michael Lewis

I didn’t mention that I was going to read this last time, but I think I started it just after my last blog. I finished it last night and think I’m going to start back at the beginning. Michael Lewis is a really great writer – takes something that you know nothing about and explains the parts you need to know and makes the characters real to you. Let’s put it this way – people did know what was going on – a lot of people were and are still making money betting against America. Stinks doesn’t it.

The Great Reset by Richard Florida

Always trying to figure out what’s going to happen next – is it going to go back to normal or is there going to be a whole new economy. I read The Rise of the Creative Class when it was new in 2002 and respect Florida’s opinion – I’m going to start this tonight – this book was released today.


How’s Yer Momma ‘n Dem? Part II (The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall)

April 26, 2010 by

Mother’s Day countdown continues…..May 9, 2010 is the deadline!!!  Here’s another suggestion for you and yours!

The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall

Golden Richards, despite having 4 wives and 28 children, is a lonely man.  His construction business is failing, his standing in the church is slipping, his family is beset with insurrection and rivalry and he is  succumbing to grief due to the accidental death of a daughter and the stillborn birth of a son.  The problems that this dysfunctional family have are not any different from the problems most all families have they are just multiplied four times!!  Brady Udall does a fantastic job of letting us into a polygamist family and helps us remember that they are human too.  Golden has told his family that his  job in Nevada is building a senior center when it’s actually a brothel, The Pussycat Manor, his newest and youngest wife, Trish, is wondering if the polygamist lifestyle is really for her, and Rusty (son #5, “The Family Terrorist”, age 11) plots his revenge for being shafted on his birthday, oh and last but not least is there a new wife on the horizon?   This is the story of an American family full of dysfunction, heartbreak, and laughter-not much different from mine and yours!

“The Lonely Polygamist is a hefty, eager, and bittersweet novel, and it is a page-turner. Brady Udall deals with familial chaos, reckless behavior, and alarming pyrotechnics with wit, grace, and tenderness. He’s an enchanter who casts his spell with exquisite sentences and unerring, evocative details. Here is a writer of inordinate compassion and formidable intelligence. Read this remarkable novel, friend, live with it, and I promise you this, little Rusty Richards will haunt your dreams.” John Dufresne, author of Love Warps the Mind a Little



Self-improvement

April 25, 2010 by

My chihuahua, Max, is pretty high-strung.  He’s never quite sure what he wants.  He’s a picky eater, turning his nose up at food most of the time it’s offered him, but if the kitten comes near his bowl, watch out, here come the snarls.  If he’s let outside, he stands at the door for ten minutes before he’ll finally saunter to a shady place to relax.  And forget about snuggling.  He wants to, but if you move an inch or pet him the wrong way, he’ll bolt.

They say pets mirror their owner’s personalities, but I promise you I’m not this way.  I am Max’s fourth mother; I think most of his habits were adopted in his first home, when he lived with a toddler.  In some ways, though, I think we have indecisiveness in common.  We both have a hard time living in the present moment, enjoying it for what it is, rather than thinking about what’s to come or what has come already.  But where Max is cantankerous and surly, I tend to be complacent and to “play it safe,” seeking to avoid conflict.

So I’m reading Pema Chodron’s book, Taking the Leap, along with David Richo’s Shadow Dance, hoping to glean some advice on how to live more authentically.  These books have in common the teaching that a heightened awareness of negativity — that in others and in ourselves, can help us avoid getting stuck in it.  They both point out that negativity is a response to fear, and that the only way to break the fear –> negativity cycle is to experience the fear, recognize it, live with it without avoiding it, and train yourself to react to it in new, sometimes counterintuitive ways.

For Chodron, the new ways are natural intelligence, natural warmth, and natural openness.  It is fear that rankles our threatened egos, that makes us hesitate to do what we want, that coaxes us to avoid people and situations that make us uneasy, that entices us to hold grudges, and all these reactions to fear are triggered by shenpa, a Tibetan term meaning “attachment.”  The first step, then, in denying our shenpa these self-destructive, indulgent reactions, Chodron says, is simply to recognize the times when it flares up and to choose to react differently.  The more conscious we are of our decisions and reactions, the more natural it will become to react compassionately.

Richo’s focus is similar, but in Shadow Dance he takes the concept of embracing fear a step further.  Our “shadow” is those things about ourselves that we don’t like or hope others won’t see, but it’s also those parts of us that are desirable but that we’re afraid to explore — cause they’re a smidge taboo or we’re just too fearful we’ll fail at them. The goal is to embrace the shadow parts of us so that we can begin to think clearly about what we truly want rather than what we think is expected of us.  Being “all things to all men” may help us avoid conflict, but is it really helping us be true to ourselves?

In both of Yann Martel‘s well-received novels, there is a main character struggling to make sense of a traumatic time in their lives.  Both use the personalities of animals to help them, for as “Henry/Yann” explains in Beatrice and Virgil:

The use of animals in his novel…was for reasons of craft rather than of sentiment.  Speaking before his tribe, naked, he was only human and therefore possibly — likely — surely — a liar.  But dressed in furs and feathers, he became a shaman and spoke a greater truth.

I’m looking forward to finishing Chodron’s and Richo’s books and leaving Max in my dust. He’s a cutie but he’s got issues, and I don’t want to start nipping at people when I’m faced with an uncomfortable situation.

Check out John’s blog on Pema Chodron’s Taking the Leap

Check out John’s blog on David Richo’s The Five Things We Cannot Change


Eating the Dinosaur by Chuck Klosterman

April 22, 2010 by

Up until this week I avoided books by Chuck Klosterman on principle. That principle, of course, was fairly stupid: I didn’t like the titles of his books. Also, though, I didn’t like the looks of the people I saw reading them: mostly aggravated hipster scene kids with a half-lit cigarette in one hand and Sex, Drugs and CoCo Puffs in another.

Chuck Klosterman, if you are reading this then please accept this as my  apology.

I have laughed out loud over almost every page of the book Eating the Dinosaur. I am a fan of essays (so if you are not, you won’t like this), but Klosterman has taken “essay” to a new level. Each little nugget of an essay in this book is two parts story and about eleven parts cultural commentary, in a voice that is crisp, refreshing, and spot on.

If you don’t believe me, immediately read his essay on ABBA. Never have I thought so much about the impact that ABBA has made on society, but Klosterman  points out things that I immediately found myself nodding along with, thinking, “Wow, all of the answers to life are in the phenomenon that was, is, and forevermore shall be ABBA.”

If I had to give this book a fault, it lies in that last sentence: You get so into it you begin to think that Klosterman is the end-all be-all answer guide to society. Which, of course, he makes no claims to be. Quite the opposite: he merely situates himself as a careful observer and in doing so creates a staggeringly broad commentary on America (and Germany, and Sweden, and Obamaland).

So, is this book going to change the world? I don’t know the answer to that. I doubt it. But I learned a few things reading it , and that, to me, is what matters the most. In all reality, (which, surprisingly, is kind of what this book is about) you will find yourself making cultural connections you never thought were possible after reading this book. And that, I think, proves to me that this is a good read.

Nell