I just this minute finished reading David Shafer's debut novel (darn him!), Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (W...T....F...), as an e-book on my Nook. I've pretty much read it NON-STOP for the last 36 (waking) hours. This author is talented, funny (it's so hard to write funny), smart, entertaining, witty, well-educated and just plain good. My husband read it first and said, "You might like it, give it a try" -- as it wasn't my 'usual' historical novel or literary fiction. Sort of a cyber-techie-spy-world conspiracy-new intelligentsia kind of story. Very funny. Very wry. Loads of dark humor and idealistic flashes of save-the-world-isms--after all, a good deal of the story takes place in and near Portland, Oregon. Fell in love with ALL the characters. Didn't want it to stop. Literary & philosophical allusions were scattered like gems throughout, bravo!, and not in a condescending or show-offy way. Shafer is a really talented writer (did I say that already?).
HIGHLY recommended. You won't be able to stop reading til the end. I hope there's more coming soon, Mr. Shafer!!
Celebrating the love of writing, reading and music with contemplation and thoughtfulness, in the search for the "grace notes" that add beauty and fun to everyday life
Monday, September 1, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
A Letter Home -- New/Old Neil Young: A Fine Feast
I have loved Neil Young from the first moment I heard him sing, and yes, he's a little whiny, and his range has compressed over the years--but the emotion has deepened and the guitar and piano still evoke the acoustic magic of the late sixties and the early seventies. Neil's latest effort is called A Letter Home -- and I just today received my VINYL record in the mail -- and I just this minute finished listening to both sides on our turntable in the living room.
A couple of interesting things about this album is not only how it was recorded but also the fact that none of the songs were written by Neil--they are the songs that influenced him, the songs he holds dear in his musical heart--as he says it: "an unheard collection of rediscovered songs from the past recorded on ancient electro-mechanical technology [which] captures and unleashes the essence of something that could have been gone forever." The album was recorded live inside of an old-time recording booth--(like the photo booths that would deliver that strip of four black & white photos of you and your best friend making goofy faces, remember that?)--only this allowed you to record your voice and send it to someone. Well, in this case, Neil sat in the booth and played his guitar and sang--and the result is phenomenal--like hearing a folksinger's recording from the 1930's--the "old-timey" music that speaks to the heart of what this country once was.
Here's a clip from Three Man Records in Nashville, who produced the album:
The songs are by Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Gordon Lightfoot, Willie Nelson, Tim Hardin, and others. To hear them in Neil's old and scratchy voice, with just his guitar (or a piano pulled up to the 'door' of the recording booth, and played by Jack White) is to re-experience the poignant, heart-breaking lyrics all over again with songs like, "If you could read my mind, love" and "My Hometown" and "Girl from the North Country."
There's a CD available, of course, but if you can, get the vinyl--it's a step back to a slower, more graceful time (imho), and you'll thank yourself for the gift.
A couple of interesting things about this album is not only how it was recorded but also the fact that none of the songs were written by Neil--they are the songs that influenced him, the songs he holds dear in his musical heart--as he says it: "an unheard collection of rediscovered songs from the past recorded on ancient electro-mechanical technology [which] captures and unleashes the essence of something that could have been gone forever." The album was recorded live inside of an old-time recording booth--(like the photo booths that would deliver that strip of four black & white photos of you and your best friend making goofy faces, remember that?)--only this allowed you to record your voice and send it to someone. Well, in this case, Neil sat in the booth and played his guitar and sang--and the result is phenomenal--like hearing a folksinger's recording from the 1930's--the "old-timey" music that speaks to the heart of what this country once was.
Here's a clip from Three Man Records in Nashville, who produced the album:
The songs are by Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Gordon Lightfoot, Willie Nelson, Tim Hardin, and others. To hear them in Neil's old and scratchy voice, with just his guitar (or a piano pulled up to the 'door' of the recording booth, and played by Jack White) is to re-experience the poignant, heart-breaking lyrics all over again with songs like, "If you could read my mind, love" and "My Hometown" and "Girl from the North Country."
There's a CD available, of course, but if you can, get the vinyl--it's a step back to a slower, more graceful time (imho), and you'll thank yourself for the gift.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Bellman & Black - Terrific!
Bellman & Black by Diane Setterfield
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I just finished Bellman & Black yesterday - read it in ONE day - so compelling, such speaking, magical language, so much mystery, tragedy and wonder in the single life of a (mostly) ordinary man with a special gift--and a flaw so accidental to his nature that it's closer to 'our' inheritance of Original Sin than any conscious act of wrongdoing. The occasional page devoted to the mystical lore of Corvids--rooks, ravens, crows--are like icons, windows into an eternity that holds all of time in its careful hands, nothing ever lost, if only Thought and Memory are allowed to play (like rooks) in our minds, swooping, laughing, reckless and daring. A beautiful, deeply thoughtful story. Thanks, Diane! An even more worthy book than the Thirteenth Tale, which I also loved.
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I just finished Bellman & Black yesterday - read it in ONE day - so compelling, such speaking, magical language, so much mystery, tragedy and wonder in the single life of a (mostly) ordinary man with a special gift--and a flaw so accidental to his nature that it's closer to 'our' inheritance of Original Sin than any conscious act of wrongdoing. The occasional page devoted to the mystical lore of Corvids--rooks, ravens, crows--are like icons, windows into an eternity that holds all of time in its careful hands, nothing ever lost, if only Thought and Memory are allowed to play (like rooks) in our minds, swooping, laughing, reckless and daring. A beautiful, deeply thoughtful story. Thanks, Diane! An even more worthy book than the Thirteenth Tale, which I also loved.
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Monday, May 12, 2014
Review: The Fountain of St. James Court
The Fountain of St. James Court or,
Portrait of the Artist as an Old Woman
Sena Jeter Naslund, (HarperCollins Publishers:
William Morrow, 2013), 447 pp.,
Writing two
novels in one, Naslund juxtaposes chapters set up as “Fountain” or “Portrait”
to chronicle two artistic women—Kathryn Callahan, a 69-year-old successful
novelist living in present-day Louisville, Kentucky, and Elizabeth LeBrun, a
late 18th century artist about whom Kathryn has just finished
writing a novel, with the “Portrait” title. Homage to Virginia Woolf aside, the
narrative self-consciously presents us with a modern Mrs. Dalloway as we follow
Kathryn from midnight to midnight of one single day. By contrast, the chapters
presenting LeBrun span her entire life, opening when she is seventy, walking in
the woods in France, and looking back on her life, particularly during the
French Revolution. Both women muse on the meaning of various things—love,
husbands, children, nature, inspiration, the creative process—but LeBrun’s
sections are far and away more interesting and more thoughtful than Kathryn’s.
The openly stated comparison to Mrs. Dalloway invites disappointment—Kathryn
lacks Clarissa’s simple dignity and concentrated sense of the just and the
true. The similarities between the two are thin, consisting more in Kathryn’s
endless enthusing over autumn leaves or watching light play on the fountain
rather than any inherently intelligent observations on life and purpose. She
lacks the deep human relation to people and life that shines so clearly in Mrs.
Dalloway’s character. Though meant, I believe, to be a sympathetic character,
especially to women of a certain age (of which I am one), Kathryn as a person
is shallow, needy and self-centered, and the “courage” she musters at the end
of the story to face a particular fear seems contrived and empty. LeBrun, as a
portrait artist of the French aristocracy, lives through uniquely dangerous
times and personal tragedies that inform her character and understanding with
honor, love and a brave optimism. As much as I have loved Naslund’s previous
books (especially Ahab's Wife, which was spectacular), this one falls short, or at least, half of it does.
This review first appeared in the Historical Novel Society's "Review" journal of February, 2013.
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