<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548</id><updated>2012-02-10T17:22:40.335-08:00</updated><category term='True Grit'/><category term='tartuffe'/><category term='The Prince and the Pauper'/><category term='Alexandre Dumas'/><category term='P. G. Wodehouse'/><category term='Stephen Crane'/><category term='City of Thieves'/><category term='Maud Muller'/><category term='summer 2009'/><category term='moliere'/><category term='People of the Book'/><category term='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><category term='Kathryn Stockett'/><category term='Mary Ann Shaffer'/><category term='The Good Men'/><category term='Heart of Darkness'/><category term='The Red Badge of Courage'/><category term='Samuel Daniel'/><category term='Things Fall Apart'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='The Shuttle'/><category term='Oscar Wilde'/><category term='meeting recap'/><category term='book exchange'/><category term='poems'/><category term='Joseph Conrad'/><category term='The Highwayman'/><category term='The Importance of Being Earnest'/><category term='Tom Wolfe'/><category term='A Red Red Rose'/><category term='Rainer Maria Rilke'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='The Lacuna'/><category term='Robert Louis Stevenson'/><category term='Sir Walter Scott'/><category term='Frances Hodgson Burnett'/><category term='Chinua Achebe'/><category term='Charmain Craig'/><category term='The Black Tulip'/><category term='The Taming of the Shrew'/><category term='potluck books'/><category term='The Wrong Box'/><category term='Geraldine Brooks'/><category term='Bonfire of the Vanities'/><category term='Barbara Kingsolver'/><category term='Mark Twain'/><category term='Twelfth Night'/><category term='The Help'/><category term='A Damsel in Distress'/><category term='Ivanhoe'/><category term='Margaret Dilloway'/><category term='How to Be an American Housewife'/><category term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category term='Dashiell Hammett'/><category term='Charles Portis'/><category term='Robert Burns'/><category term='The Maltese Falcon'/><category term='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><category term='Shadows'/><category term='Alfred Noyes'/><category term='Annie Barrows'/><category term='John Greenleaf Whittier'/><category term='David Benioff'/><title type='text'>Litwits</title><subtitle type='html'>not just your average drinking group with a book problem</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-2829380576599205887</id><published>2012-02-10T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:22:40.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Good Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charmain Craig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>February Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5P-zeG9mNc/TzVQ0ay45AI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KVtb1gtsxvg/s1600/839154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5P-zeG9mNc/TzVQ0ay45AI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KVtb1gtsxvg/s320/839154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707556964238156802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before getting into the February meeting recap, my apologies for not posting a recap of the January meeting, at which we were joined by Charmaine Craig, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Good Men: A Novel of Heresy&lt;/span&gt;.  The primary reason I didn't post a recap is that I misplaced my notes and couldn't possibly reconstruct our two-hour Q&amp;amp;A from memory.  In any case, because it was a Q&amp;amp;A rather than our usual format, it would have been very difficult to summarize that volume of information without paraphrasing and losing the bulk of what was said.  I do want to thank Charmaine once again for joining us.  It was a very informative discussion and we learned a lot about the processes and concepts behind composing a work of literary fiction.  Many members have commented on how educational and enjoyable the discussion was, and I know those of us working on our own writing projects found her insight quite valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNeoet-fX5E/TzVSA8PCYtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_SSwermlJIs/s1600/200px-Heart_of_Darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNeoet-fX5E/TzVSA8PCYtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_SSwermlJIs/s320/200px-Heart_of_Darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707558278884647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, on to February.  Our book for this month was Joseph Conrad's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks to Annemarie for hosting and Georgina for leading the discussion.&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Conrad, though an English novelist, was born in the Kiev Governorate (now Ukraine) in 1857 to highly patriotic Polish parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a member of a noble family and the son of a translator and writer of politically-themed plays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conrad was encouraged from a young age to read in both Polish and French.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Conrad was four years old, his father was arrested by Imperial Russian authorities for helping to organize an uprising, and the family was exiled to Vologda, 300 miles north of Moscow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time Conrad was eleven years old, both of his parents had died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was sent to live with an uncle who allowed him to travel to Marseille and become a seaman at the age of sixteen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conrad lived an adventurous life on the sea and became captain of a Congo steamboat in 1889.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His experiences in the Congo influenced &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; and also led to his pessimistic view of human nature and beliefs about himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was an emotional man who was subject to fits of depression and self-doubt and who was morally unsparing and judgmental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also valued duty and honor and wrote that he believed the temporal world rested on a few old and simple ideas, most notably the idea of fidelity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He believed fidelity was our barrier against corruption and evil, an idea that is incorporated into &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group had mixed feelings about this book, but while many of us saw the merits of it, I think it’s safe to say that most of us were either ambivalent toward the book as a whole or disliked it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did enjoy the humorous scenes that showed the absurdity of British colonialism, such as the starched officer who couldn’t work because someone was inconveniencing him by dying in the office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of us felt the prose, influenced by Conrad’s knowledge of French and Polish, was beautiful and hypnotic, but others felt it was droning and monotonous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of us admired his skillful use of imagery to draw us into the scene, but felt his lovely prose and imagery took us nowhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conrad seemed to be reluctant to say what he meant (it was suggested that perhaps he had so much trouble saying outright what he wanted to say because he started to see his own hypocrisy and contradictions).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The majority of the book was a huge, melodramatic build-up to a climax that didn’t deliver. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many of us felt the narration and transitions between the past in which Marlowe’s story was set and the present in which he was telling it were very confusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were distracted by multiple layers of narration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We often weren’t sure who was speaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was some speculation that Conrad used this narrative technique to distance himself from the views being aired by Marlowe, though it was rather clear that Marlowe was essentially a mirror of Conrad in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of racism fueled a lot of debate at this meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed to some of us that Kurz’s de-civilization would only be “terrifying” to readers with an aversion to Africa or Africans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We questioned whether Conrad was a racist or whether he was simply reflecting the dominant views of his time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We also discussed Chinua Achebe’s essay on racism in &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;, which some of us felt was very insightful and more interesting to read than the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We asked ourselves why everyone raves about this novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it considered one of the top ten books in English literature?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer, we suspected, is that Conrad’s prose and technique were unique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deconstructionism is the current trend in English literature, and experts tend pick out one element from a novel and ignore the whole, much like we might love the technique of a painting without liking the painting as a whole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teachers seem to focus on style and ignore the racial issues when they discuss this book with their students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also wondered why books like &lt;i style=""&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Huckleberry Finn&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; have been so widely censored and banned, while this book is hailed as one of the best examples of English literature (it has been banned on occasion, but not nearly to the extent that the other three have been).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We suspect it’s because the first three are holding up a mirror to society and criticizing how we as a whole treat other cultures negatively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the first three books, it’s clear that the author truly sympathizes with the downtrodden and disapproves of the actions of society, whereas in &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;, what sympathy Conrad feels for Africans seems to be outweighed by contempt and fear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of us felt that &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; subtly undermines the dignity of an entire race (in contrast to the first three, which uphold it) and presents a view with which many whites may agree on some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about whether the popular interpretations of the themes of this book are accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The main theme is the darkness of human nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems Conrad intended the book as a critique of Europe’s actions in Africa and the potential resulting moral degeneration of Europeans. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But what was Conrad’s idea of what constitutes the “heart of darkness” in people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems to be that he viewed finding a connection with tribal people to be the ultimate “darkness” that leads to a disintegration of morality. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Conrad also seemed to be trying to show the reader how people devolve (in his view) when they’re thrown into an uncivilized place without western social mores to check their behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidelity was another theme we discussed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conrad used Kurz’s African mistress and his “intended” as a contrast of physical desire and moral refinement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that Kurz took an African mistress demonstrated Condrad’s view of fidelity as being the guardian of good and morality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kurz’s betrayal of his “intended” was his ultimate offense and sealed his doom. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The scene with “the intended” at the end of the story gave Marlowe closure on how he felt about Kurz and also underscored Conrad’s view that fidelity is the most critical trait that keeps evil and immorality at bay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The intended” was faithful to Kurz to the end, and Marlowe decided to honor and preserve that fidelity by not telling her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us thought Kurz’s African mistress was significant in another respect as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was one of several examples in the story of Conrad’s willingness to empathize with and even admire those he considered inferior, as long as they stayed in their proper place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems Conrad was only comfortable with people who stayed in the pigeonhole to which he had assigned them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The men dying in the jungle when Marlowe first arrived in Africa were another example of this, as was the helmsman on the steamer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this last instance, it was notable that the moment Marlowe began to feel some affinity with this man and to recognize (to his horror) that they were, in fact, both human beings, Conrad killed the man off and had Marlowe toss his body into the river. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was no coincidence that Kurz, the only European who genuinely sympathized with Africans and saw their way of life as desirable, was the character who suffered, in Conrad’s view, complete moral degeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Kurz’s “transgressions” were actually morally worse than things that were widely accepted among white Europeans was another topic of discussion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, was the fact that he and his tribe fought and killed other Africans actually morally worse than Europeans’ methods of warfare?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or were Kurz’s actions actually fairly mild in comparison?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is mounting the shrunken heads of your enemy, for example, really morally worse than blowing their limbs off with artillery?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This led to a discussion of how history is taught in schools and how we tend to gloss over atrocities committed by our own culture while condemning atrocities committed by others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about changes recently made to school curricula in various states which seem to further discourage discussion of our own country’s actions toward non-white cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Discussing negatives in our own history opens up a can of worms for teachers because we’re still doing some of the same things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do teachers discuss these things with students without imparting their personal moral judgments or views on current events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We voted on our next three books this month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The winners are De&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ath Comes to Pemberly&lt;/span&gt; by P. D. James, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living Proof&lt;/span&gt; by Kira Peikoff and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; trilogy by &lt;span class="st"&gt;Suzanne Collins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We haven’t entirely settled the order yet, but we do know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ger Games&lt;/span&gt; will be our summer read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re also planning to arrange a group trip to one of Kira Peikoff’s book signings in the area on either March 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; or 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, so look for more information on that soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we’re lucky, maybe we can convince her to conference in to the discussion of her book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our selection for March is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/span&gt;, by Sylvia Plath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll be meeting on Wednesday, March 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at 9:00 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kathryn will be hosting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If anyone would like to volunteer to lead the discussion, please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-2829380576599205887?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/2829380576599205887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2829380576599205887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2829380576599205887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-meeting-recap.html' title='February Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5P-zeG9mNc/TzVQ0ay45AI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KVtb1gtsxvg/s72-c/839154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-6951084155529664091</id><published>2012-01-05T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:14:27.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinua Achebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Fall Apart'/><title type='text'>December Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkPjK0Xqjyc/Twsn9ZAvmaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6_uHXqHLSuc/s1600/Things%2BFall%2BApart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkPjK0Xqjyc/Twsn9ZAvmaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6_uHXqHLSuc/s320/Things%2BFall%2BApart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695690089379633570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for December was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt; by Chinua Achebe.  Thanks to Becky for leading the discussion and Teresa for hosting.&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinua Achebe was born in Nigeria in 1930 to Protestant converts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His father cared very much about tradition and Achebe felt pulled between two worlds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He began attending Christian school at age six, then went to a school for “the future elite” when he was older.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At school, he had to learn English, the language of the colonists.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He resented having to speak English at school, but saw that it was useful and necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Achebe began reading literature, he found himself identifying with the white characters in the books and disliking the African characters because they were portrayed as ignorant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His own writing is largely concerned with the juxtaposition of tribal culture and modernity, and one of his primary goals in writing &lt;i style=""&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/i&gt; was to give a more objective portrayal of Africans than was typical in colonial literature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been critical of most colonial literature, most notably Joseph Conrad’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;, which he critiqued in a 1975 essay titled “An Image in Africa: Racism in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Achebe’s books aren’t one-sided or judgmental, but focus instead on cultures understanding one another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reception of this particular book was positive in Europe but mixed in Nigeria, in part because Achebe had written it in English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of us had a problem with the protagonist’s numerous weaknesses, but the author intended him to be a Greek-style “hero” with a tragic flaw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was also trying to show that part of the reason for the downfall of tribal life was internal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, there’s no tradition of individual heroes in Nigerian culture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We liked that Achebe’s portrayal of both Africans and Europeans seemed unbiased and we thought the discussion of religious differences in the novel was interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tribesmen’s religious views were not all that different from the Christians’ views, but the British came in believing their system was superior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of them weren’t really interested in understanding the tribal way of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We noted how difficult it can be to understand other cultures without judging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, there are numerous T.V. shows based on this premise such as The Lost Boys and Extreme Cuisine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Language barriers also complicated each group’s efforts to communicate with the other or to understand the other’s culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Language difficulties sometimes turned authority figures into the butt of jokes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, an inordinate amount of power lay in the hands of the interpreters and they had a tendency to abuse that power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The British took advantage of this and presented British rule to the disenfranchised as an opportunity to gain power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Religion was an important theme in the novel and a recurring topic of discussion for the group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Achebe’s contrast of the use of religion as a political tool with the more benevolent Christianity of the first missionary was interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wondered why Africans were swayed toward Christianity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems it appealed originally to the outcasts and those who weren’t finding acceptance within their own culture. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We also talked about the intertwining of politics and evangelical religions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Historically, the primary purpose of converting others is to gain power and more soldiers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We discussed numerous religious mandates that were actually politically motivated and The Jesus Film Project, which has been very successful in converting Africans to Christianity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Comparisons were also drawn between how Christians convert others to their religion and how America converts other countries to its political views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We talked about the benefits and evils of colonization, about the divide-and-conquer strategy of the British, and about how that strategy was depicted in the story, such as when the British used the African translators against the villagers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We came to the conclusion that division occurs naturally in any case and cited examples such as the rich vs. the poor in communist China and the internal divisions amongst the OWS people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of the characters in &lt;i style=""&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/i&gt; felt trapped in their culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found ourselves comparing the situations of characters in this book to those in books like &lt;i style=""&gt;Anthem&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/i&gt;, and to people living under oppressive regimes throughout the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually people in this situation reach a breaking point, but there has to be an alternative before they can do anything about their situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We discussed the differences between European and African culture and whether one was objectively superior to the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also talked about the conditions necessary for the development of “higher” culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Proximity of population is a major one, as is ownership of land and resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Members of a society have to be past the point of merely eking out an existence and there has to be a fairly intricate governmental structure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;January’s book &lt;i style=""&gt;is The Good Men: A Novel of Heresy&lt;/i&gt; by Charmaine Craig.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The author will be joining us for the discussion on January 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at Lynda’s house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-6951084155529664091?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/6951084155529664091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2012/01/december-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6951084155529664091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6951084155529664091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2012/01/december-meeting-recap.html' title='December Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkPjK0Xqjyc/Twsn9ZAvmaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6_uHXqHLSuc/s72-c/Things%2BFall%2BApart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-1076205517480530396</id><published>2011-11-17T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:14:52.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lacuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbara Kingsolver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>November Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fwsTsO0VcE/TsXkC0CHiPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RryiuINomXw/s1600/the-lacuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fwsTsO0VcE/TsXkC0CHiPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RryiuINomXw/s320/the-lacuna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676193642348775666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November's book was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver.  Thanks to Annemarie for leading the discussion and Sylvia for hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barbara Kingsolver was born in 1955, and grew up in rural Kentucky. She earned degrees in biology from DePauw University and the University of Arizona before becoming a freelance writer and author. She has lived in Tucson, England, France, and the Canary Islands, and has worked in Europe, Africa, Asia, Mexico, and South America. She currently lives in southwestern Virginia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kingsolver has written numerous books, including &lt;em&gt;The Bean Trees,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Poisonwood Bible&lt;/em&gt;, and a non-fiction book entitled &lt;em&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life&lt;/em&gt;. Her books have been adopted into the core literature curriculum in high schools and colleges across the country.  Her work often focuses on topics such as social equality, biodiversity, the balancing of individuality with community, and the interaction and conflict between humans and their environments. Although she has said that her novels are not autobiographical, there are often commonalities between her life and her work, and we noticed in this book that the protagonist's experiences with fame reflect Kingsolver's own views on the subject.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/em&gt; is the story of Harrison Shepherd, a man caught between revolutionary Mexico and McCarthy-era America.  He searches for his own personal identity while Mexico and America are reshaping their cultural identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The novel covers several decades and is jam-packed with historical events and figures.  A major topic of discussion for the group was how little we know about contemporary American history (there were several events in the novel most of us had never heard of or knew little about) and how much of our understanding is shaped by the media and other filters.  We talked about the historical inaccuracies in &lt;i&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/i&gt; and what Kingsolver's motivation was in misrepresenting certain historical facts.  A large part of the story of Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, and Lev Trotsky is true, down to the descriptions of their houses and their preparations for parties.  But numerous important historical facts are incorrect, and we had a lengthy discussion about the extent to which we expect historical fiction to be accurate and why Kingsolver's characters made those incorrect statements.  Was Trotsky being intentionally dishonest when telling his version of the revolution and Stalin's rise to power?  Did Kingsolver intend for us to realize that his statements weren't true?  Many of us suspect that she included these inaccuracies as support for the book's theme that what we know or believe depends on how and from whom we got the information, as well as on our own personal filters.  Others felt she didn't plant enough of a seed of doubt.  When an author is using historical figures, there's an expectation that historical facts will be correct.  Most of us also felt the book glorified Trotsky, and enjoyed it less because of that.  On the other hand, we're seeing Trotsky from Shepherd's perspective, and he viewed Trotsky on a personal level separate from his work.  To Shepherd, Trotsky was a caring father figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were mostly indifferent toward Shepherd, though one member mentioned that he comes across differently in the audiobook.  To most of us, though, he's a non-entity and not a character in his own life.  We believe this was probably a result of his childhood experiences.  We felt we couldn't respect him because he makes no decisions, instead just letting life happen to him.  We talked about the moral implications of not having or expressing values and opinions.  Is it okay to just want to get through life without having opinions or standing up against things you disagree with?  It depends to some extent on the context and on what's at stake.  At any rate, we certainly felt that Shepherd held no strong opinions and just wanted to avoid any type of interaction with the real world.  But some members suggested that maybe this is really just a missing piece—we may just not know everything he thought or did because we only have his journal entries to judge him by, and that may not be the type of thing he would record when he's writing only for himself.  Some wondered if Kingsolver intended for the missing journal to be the key to understanding Shepherd and why he became such a non-entity just trying to lay low and get by.  Is that journal the lacuna that would have revealed Shepherd's inner workings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One member commented that the novel is like a mosaic of experiences.  The first half contains a great number of events, but has little plot to speak of.  Kingsolver brings up small ugly truths intentionally throughout the book, but never delves into them.  We felt in some ways, she was holding a mirror up to history to demonstrate that things don't change much over time.  This led us to comparisons between the Bonus Army protests and Occupy Wall Street, as well as to a discussion of whether media coverage of OWS and the Tea Party is biased and, if so, in favor of whom.  Not surprisingly, we couldn't agree on this question, and our perceptions were colored by which group each of us personally sympathized with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kingsolver uses journal entries and newspaper articles to reveal facts and plot points, while the theme of the novel is that you can't trust what you read.  Some of us suspect she uses this format to encourage the reader to doubt what we're reading in the novel as a whole.  She seems to be taking the position that unless we get our information first-hand, we don't know that it's true.  And even our own observations are filtered through our personal experiences and values.  How do we get to the source so we know what's true?  How can we get past all of the perspectives, perceptions, and deceptions?  How did changes in media, beginning with radio, change how we process information?  At one point in the novel, Kingsolver writes that radio changed our national psychology.  We became a nation of collective “thinkers.”  There is now an endless stream of information, much of it aimed at selling products and opinions, and there is very little time to think about it all individually.  This led us to a discussion of our own media consumption.  To what extent do we or should we get involved with and learn about what's happening in the world?  How do we make sure we're getting balanced information and a variety of perspectives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing many of us appreciate about historical fiction is that it opens us up to history we weren't aware of.  Even if it's not represented accurately in the novel, it's a jumping-off point for us to learn more about it.  For example, most of us had never heard of the Bonus Army protest.  Even if Kingsolver's version of events is flawed, we're interested in learning more about it.  We also talked about how art reflects the history of a period and enhances our interest in and understanding of it.  We wondered about Frieda's art, specifically.  Was it meant to be a parallel with the rest of the story?  Probably it was.  She wanted people to see both the beautiful and the ugly—to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our next meeting will be at 9:00 am on Wednesday, December 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.  The book for December is &lt;i&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/i&gt; by Chinua Achebe.  Becky will be leading the discussion and Teresa will be hosting (Thanks, ladies!).  I'll send out an evite with the address the week before the meeting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-1076205517480530396?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/1076205517480530396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1076205517480530396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1076205517480530396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-meeting-recap.html' title='November Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fwsTsO0VcE/TsXkC0CHiPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RryiuINomXw/s72-c/the-lacuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-4315211277515717710</id><published>2011-10-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:15:15.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashiell Hammett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Maltese Falcon'/><title type='text'>October Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8_tCd5tsnI/Tqpb9tNv0BI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CjSEIZP3lQE/s1600/MalteseFalcon1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8_tCd5tsnI/Tqpb9tNv0BI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CjSEIZP3lQE/s320/MalteseFalcon1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668444196666593298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for October was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt; by Dashiell Hammett.  Thanks to Sylvia for hosting and Geri for leading the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashiell Hammett was born in Maryland in 1894 and dropped out of school at age 13.  After a series of low-paying jobs, he began working as a detective for the Pinkerton Agency in San Francisco.  He later joined the army during World War I and contracted tuberculosis, which made continuing his detective work impossible after the war.  He turned to writing, publishing his first story in 1922.  Many of his stories, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt; in serial form, were featured in the pulp fiction magazine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Mask&lt;/span&gt;.  Hammett's gritty realism was a departure from the intellectual mystery that characterized earlier detective novels.  He wrote his final novel in 1934, after which he became an anti-fascist, pro-communist activist.  After re-enlisting in the army and serving in the Aleutian Islands during World War II, Hammett returned to political activism and was elected President of the Civil Rights Congress (CRC).  In 1949, he was jailed in a West Virginia federal penitentiary for contempt of court after refusing to cooperate with a government investigation into the CRC's bail fund.  In the 1950s, he was investigated by the House Committee on Un-American Activites, but refused to cooperate and was blacklisted.  He became a virtual hermit as his health and finances declined, and died in 1961 of lung cancer.  He was buried at Arlington National Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt;, published as a novel in 1930, follows iconic detective Sam Spade and a collection of manipulative criminals as they try to get their hands on an invaluable treasure.  Spade is the quintessential hard-boiled detective who lets both the police and the criminals think he's in with the bad guys while he's actually working to catch the crooks.  Hammet never provides a clear sense of Spade's morality, which sparked some interesting discussion within our group, instead portraying Spade as a man who seems to coldly calculate risk, reward and duty, but whose inner workings are a mystery to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of our discussion centered around the concepts of integrity and morality and trying to define which, if either, Sam possesses.  What is his idea of integrity?  Is he just calculating and self-serving?  It's hard to say, since we never get a glimpse of what's going on in his head.  &lt;i&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/i&gt; is a mystery within a mystery in a sense because we don't know anything aside from the action and dialogue.  We don't really know what anyone is thinking, except for Effie who seems to be the only honest character who says what she really means, and possibly Cairo who also seems fairly guileless.  However, Hammett does use Gutman to reveal a lot about Sam's character.  Much of our assessment of the type of man Sam is comes from Gutman's musings on the subject.  We learn through Gutman that Sam is fundamentally honest in a way.  He commits sins of omission, but doesn't lie.  He has a great deal of foresight and keeps his enemies close.  He seems to see good and bad as relative.  (Though so does nearly everyone else in the novel.  Even the police and newspapers lie and think it's okay, or they don't care as long as they get what they want.)  Sam is a strong character who is true to himself, and in that respect he has integrity, though most of us agreed he lacks moral integrity.  But in his line of work, he has to walk a fine line to be trusted by both the police and the criminals.  Comparisons were made to Rooster Cogburn from &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Anthony Soprano from &lt;i&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt; and Michael Corleone from &lt;i&gt;The Godfather&lt;/i&gt;—essentially decent men, or trying to be decent, stuck in circumstances that bring out a dark side.  In the end, we decided Sam Spade is a fascinating man we'd love to meet for a drink or talk to at a dinner party, but we wouldn't necessarily want him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about the three women in the novel, all of whom struck us as two-dimensional stereotypes.  It was suggested that they represent the three fates and the choices faced by Sam: the promiscuous wife, the girl-next-door, and the bad girl. Some of us thought Effie was a lot like Nora Charles from Hammett's &lt;i&gt;Thin Man&lt;/i&gt; series—a nice girl, but smart and strong, attracted to the tough guy, and wanting to get in on the action.  Is Sam using Effie?  Most of us think not.  She was pretty tough and knew what she was doing.  We also felt Sam has a true affection for Effie, and that she serves as his conscience throughout the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant dishonesty and obfuscation in the story made it difficult to get through for some.  None of the characters is ever telling the whole story, and much of what they do tell is fabrication.  Though it becomes obvious at the end that Spade knew the whole time what was really going on, the reader is in the dark until Sam's last scene with Brigid.  As frustrating as it may be for some readers, though, the lies are a useful plot device that add to the mystery. Some members of the group also had trouble connecting to the story because they had a hard time believing this type of world exists in which no one is what they seem and everyone lies.  Other members, however, gave similar examples from their own experience, such as life in mafia families in New Jersey, which led to a discussion of the extent to which we see people like this in our own lives.  This, in turn, led to a discussion of sociopathy and how such people can be very successful in life (successful measured against their own values) because of, rather than despite, their manipulative personality and lack of concern for others or for morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we talked about some of the themes in the novel, including justice (we appreciated that the really evil people were all ultimately brought to justice), redemption (or lack thereof—why no redemption for “the punk” at the end?), and the habitual nature of man (Sam's Flitcraft story is used to demonstrate the notion that a tiger can't change it's stripes.  This gives us insight into Sam's assessment of Brigid and also what drives Sam and the other characters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also voted on our next round of books.  The voting was so close that we chose four rather than three: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt; by Chinua Achebe for December, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Good Men: A Novel of Heresy&lt;/span&gt; by Charmaine Craig for January (the author will be joining us, so don't miss it), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Conrad for February, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/span&gt; by Sylvia Plath for March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for November is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver.  We'll be meeting at Sylvia's house on Wednesday, November 9th at 9:00.  Annemarie will be leading the discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-4315211277515717710?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/4315211277515717710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/4315211277515717710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/4315211277515717710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-meeting-recap.html' title='October Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8_tCd5tsnI/Tqpb9tNv0BI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CjSEIZP3lQE/s72-c/MalteseFalcon1930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-1213302495785798639</id><published>2011-09-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:15:36.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>September Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a lively meet-and-greet this morning for our first meeting of the new school year.  We had a great turn-out with a lot of new faces, which we're always happy to see.  Welcome to all of the new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no book to read for this month, but after much chatting, eating, and getting to know each other, we did take care of a little book group business.  We're switching books for the next two months due to a schedule conflict, so we'll be discussing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt; by Dashiell Hammett in October and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver in November.  Geri will be leading the discussion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt;, and Annmarie will lead the discussion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll also be voting on our next round of books in October, so don't miss it!  That meeting will be held on October 12 at Sylvia's house.  Please let me know by October 5th if there are any books you want to nominate.  I'll send out the nomination list several days before the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we talked about some of the books we've read over the summer that we enjoyed.  If you need some suggestions for your reading list, these are some of the books members enjoyed (descriptions are lifted from Wikipedia and Amazon):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Room of One's Own&lt;/span&gt; by Virginia Woolf: an extended essay that explores women both as writers of and  characters in fiction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucifer's Hammer&lt;/span&gt; by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle: a post-apocalyptic science-fiction novel that details a cometary&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comet" title="Comet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; impact on Earth&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth" title="Earth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, an end to civilization, and the battle for the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tovers&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Perrotta: explores what would happen if The Rapture actually took place and millions of people just disappeared from the earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help&lt;/span&gt; by Kathryn Stockett: a story about African American maids&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maids" title="Maids" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; working in white households in Jackson, Mississippi&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mississippi" title="Mississippi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during the early 1960s, told from the point of view of multiple narrators.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lightening Thief&lt;/span&gt; by Rick Riordan:  a fantasy-adventure novel&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adventure_novel" title="Adventure novel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; based on Greek mythology, it is the first novel in the Percy Jackson &amp;amp; the Olympians&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Jackson_%26_the_Olympians" title="Percy Jackson &amp;amp; the Olympians"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; series, which charts the adventures of a modern-day twelve-year-old as he discovers he is a Greek&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demigod" title="Demigod"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; demigod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Elegance of the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt; by Muriel Barbery: a novel that follows events in the life of a concierge,  Renée Michel, whose deliberately concealed intelligence is uncovered by  an unstable but intellectually precocious girl named Paloma Josse, the daughter of an upper-class family living in the upscale Parisian apartment building where Renée works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life of Pi&lt;/span&gt; by Yann Martel: a fantasy adventure novel  in which the protagonist, Piscine Molitor "Pi" Patel, an Indian boy from Pondicherry&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pondicherry" title="Pondicherry" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, explores issues of spirituality&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirituality" title="Spirituality"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and practicality from an early age. He survives 227 days after a shipwreck&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shipwreck" title="Shipwreck"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, while stranded on a boat in the Pacific Ocean with a Bengal tiger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast with Buddha&lt;/span&gt; by Roland Merullo: a spiritual fiction novel in which Otto Ringling, an editor of food books who  lives in New York and a skeptic, reluctantly goes on a road trip with a Siberian monk. This story, narrated in the first person by Otto,  describes Otto's thoughts and beliefs, his conversations with the monk, and how he gains new perspectives on the world as well as his  life, as a result of the monk's company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt; by Philip Pullman:  the first novel in Pullman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/span&gt; trilogy, this fantasy&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fantasy_%28genre%29" title="Fantasy (genre)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; novel is set in a universe parallel to our own and tells of Lyra Belacqua's journey north in search of her missing friend, Roger Parslow, and her imprisoned father, Lord Asriel&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Asriel" title="Lord Asriel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who has been conducting experiments with a mysterious substance known as Dust&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dust_%28His_Dark_Materials%29" title="Dust (His Dark Materials)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry and June&lt;/span&gt; by Anais Nin: based upon material excerpted from the unpublished  diaries of Anais Nin, "Henry and June" discusses Nin's sex life and is  full of her struggles and passionate relationship with husband Hugo,  and then, as the novel/memoir progresses, other lovers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Four Agreements&lt;/span&gt; by Don Miguel Ruiz: shamanic teacher and healer Don Miguel Ruiz exposes self-limiting  beliefs and presents a simple yet effective code of personal conduct  learned from his Toltec ancestors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Daylight&lt;/span&gt; by Eugene O'Kelly: a biography and a common-sense guidebook on how to die and live by the Ex-Chairman and former CEO of KPMG, who was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor at 53. He quit his job  to settle his accounts with friends and family and write his book to  convey what he learned throughout the experiences of his life and death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We the Living&lt;/span&gt; by Ayn Rand: a story of life in post-revolutionary Russia and, according to Rand, the closest she would ever come to writing an autobiography.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bernard Cornwell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharpe&lt;/span&gt; series: a series of historical fiction stories&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_Cornwell" title="Bernard Cornwell"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; centered on the character of Richard Sharpe. The series is composed of several novels and short stories, and charts Sharpe's progress in the British Army during the Napoleonic Wars&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleonic_Wars" title="Napoleonic Wars"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Night in Twisted River&lt;/span&gt; by John Irving: The novel spans five decades and is about a boy and his father who flee the logging community of Twisted River on the Androscoggin River&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Androscoggin_River" title="Androscoggin River"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in northern New Hampshire&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Hampshire" title="New Hampshire"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after a tragic accident. While on the run, the boy grows up to become a famous writer, writing eight semi-autobiographical novels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Name of this Book is Secret&lt;/span&gt; by Pseudonymous Bosch (the author's real name is Raphael Simon): a fantasy novel for young readers that chronicles the adventures of  two children, Cass and Max-Ernest, as they investigate the mysterious  death of local Pietro Bergamo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-1213302495785798639?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/1213302495785798639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1213302495785798639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1213302495785798639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-meeting-recap.html' title='September Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-6857769257864809201</id><published>2011-06-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:16:01.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potluck books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>June Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This month, we held our annual year-end potluck and book exchange.  Thanks to Lynda for hosting, and a big thanks to everyone for the gift!  It was wonderful to see everyone there, sad to be saying goodbye to Tonya, who will be moving to San Jose, and exciting to see all of the new reads that were exchanged.  So many of them were titles that most of us would want to add to our own reading list, even if we weren't the lucky one who ended up with that book at the end of the exchange.  I suspect we'll be seeing a few of them on our nominations list in the fall.  At our members' request, here is a list of all the books that were exchanged at the meeting, with descriptions shamelessly lifted from Amazon and Wikipedea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nefertiti &lt;/span&gt;by Michelle Moran:&lt;/span&gt; This fictionalized life of the notorious queen is told from the point of  view of her younger sister, Mutnodjmet. In 1351 B.C., Prince Amunhotep  secretly kills his older brother and becomes next in line to Egypt's  throne: he's 17, and the 15-year-old Nefertiti soon becomes his chief  wife. He already has a wife, but Kiya's blood is not as royal, nor is  she as bewitching as Nefertiti. As Mutnodjmet, two years younger than  her sister, looks on (and falls in love), Amunhotep and the equally  ambitious Nefertiti worship a different main god, displace the priests  who control Egypt's wealth and begin building a city that boasts the  royal likenesses chiseled in stone. Things get tense when Kiya has sons  and the popular Nefertiti has only daughters, and they come to a boil  when the army is used to build temples to the pharaoh and his queen  instead of protecting Egypt's borders. Though sometimes big events are  telegraphed, Moran, who lives in California and is making her U.S.  debut, gets the details just right, and there are still plenty of  surprises in an epic that brings an ancient world to life. &lt;i&gt;(July)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Oresteian Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; by Aeschylus:&lt;/span&gt; Aeschylus (525-c.456 bc) set his great trilogy in the immediate  aftermath of the Fall of Troy, when King Agamemnon returns to Argos, a  victor in war. Agamemnon depicts the hero's discovery that his family  has been destroyed by his wife's infidelity and ends with his death at  her callous hand. Clytemnestra's crime is repaid in The Choephori when  her outraged son Orestes kills both her and her lover. The Eumenides  then follows Orestes as he is hounded to Athens by the Furies' law of  vengeance and depicts Athene replacing the bloody cycle of revenge with a  system of civil justice. Written in the years after the Battle of  Marathon, "The Oresteian Trilogy" affirmed the deliverance of democratic  Athens not only from Persian conquest, but also from its own barbaric  past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Annotated Milton, Complete English Poems&lt;/span&gt; by John Milton&lt;/span&gt;:  This one-volume edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Annotated Milton &lt;/span&gt;encompasses the  monumental sweep of John Milton’s poetry. Here are Milton’ s early  works, including his first great poem, “On the Morning of Christ’s  Nativity,” the light and lyrical “L’Allegro” and “Il Penseroso,” the  masque &lt;i&gt;Comus,&lt;/i&gt; and the lushly beautiful pastoral elegy “Lycidas.”  Here, too, included in their entirety, are the three epic poems  considered to be among the finest works in the English language: &lt;i&gt;Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Samson Agonistes.  &lt;/i&gt;Fully  annotated by Burton Raffel, this distinguished edition clarifies the  complex allusions of Milton’s verse and references the personal,  religious, historical, and mythical influences that inspired the great  blind poet of England, who ranks among the undisputed giants of world  literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troilus and Cressida&lt;/span&gt; by William Shakespeare:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Troilus and Cressida&lt;/i&gt; is set during the later years of the Trojan War, faithfully following the plotline of the Iliad from Achilles' refusal to participate in battle to Hector's death.  The play ends on a very bleak note with the death of the noble Trojan Hector  and destruction of the love between Troilus and Cressida. The tone fluctuates between bawdy comedy and tragic gloom.  Several characteristic elements of the play (the most notable being its  constant questioning of intrinsic values such as hierarchy, honor and love) have often been viewed as distinctly "modern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electra, The Phoenician Women, and The Bacchae&lt;/span&gt; by Euripides:&lt;/span&gt;  Three late plays of Euripides collected here by Greene and Lattimore.  This authoritative, critically acclaimed edition has been  the preferred choice of over three million readers for personal  libraries and individual study as well as for classroom use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks&lt;/span&gt; by Rebecca Skloot:&lt;/span&gt;  Henrietta Lacks was a mother of five in  Baltimore, a poor African American migrant from the tobacco farms of  Virginia, who died from a cruelly aggressive cancer at the age of 30 in  1951. A sample of her cancerous tissue, taken without her knowledge or  consent, as was the custom then, turned out to provide one of the holy  grails of mid-century biology: human cells that could survive--even  thrive--in the lab. Known as HeLa cells, their stunning potency gave  scientists a building block for countless breakthroughs, beginning with  the cure for polio. Meanwhile, Henrietta's family continued to live in  poverty and frequently poor health, and their discovery decades later of  her unknowing contribution--and her cells' strange survival--left them  full of pride, anger, and suspicion. For a decade, Skloot doggedly but  compassionately gathered the threads of these stories, slowly gaining  the trust of the family while helping them learn the truth about  Henrietta, and with their aid she tells a rich and haunting story that  asks the questions, Who owns our bodies? And who carries our memories?--Tom Nissley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mona Vanna&lt;/span&gt; by Maurice Maeterlinck:&lt;/span&gt;  It is  the late fifteenth century, and the battered city of Pisa faces  imminent vanquishment by the superior army of Florence. As the city's  commander prepares for the inevitable end, he receives from the enemy an  astonishing offer of rescue. The attack will be called off, the siege  will be lifted, the starving city will be resupplied—on one condition.  The commander's wife, a woman revered as the epitome of honor and  virtue, must surrender her body for a night to the hated leader of the  Florentine army.  Thus begins &lt;i&gt;Monna Vanna&lt;/i&gt;—and thus is unleashed a torrent of  conflicts and sub-conflicts, masterfully orchestrated by the playwright,  concerning the meaning of honor and the pursuit of values.  You will find a noble, distinctively elevated spirit in this 1902 drama.  All the characters, even minor ones, are loyally committed to some  moral principle and act only out of profound conviction. There are no  shallow men or petty motives here—only heroic figures, sublime choices  and epic decisions.  Ayn Rand called &lt;em&gt;Monna Vanna&lt;/em&gt; "One of the greatest plays in all world literature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Orientalist&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Reiss:&lt;/span&gt;  Lev Nussimbaum fabricated a life that in its brief arc encompassed the  whole of the Western and Near Eastern culture of his time. A Jew from  the Caucasus, born in the first throes of the Russian Revolution, he  styled himself a Muslim prince. As Kurban Said, he wrote a best-selling  novel that made him the toast of Nazi Germany. Inventing and reinventing  himself, he left a confused and perplexing trail. Reiss pursues two  great narratives, one recounting Nussimbaum's life itself, the other  following the author's quest to ferret from among myths and outright  lies the truth of this man's life. Along the way, readers absorb much  about oil-rich Azerbaijan, the Russian Revolution, the rise of fascism,  and the centuries-old clashes of cultures and religions in the Caucasus  and Middle East. Digressions abound because of Nussimbaum's intricate,  multicultural encounters. In the hands of a less adept writer, such  complex history might grow opaque and tedious, but Reiss' storytelling  flair and the utterly compelling character of Lev Nussimbaum turn this  biography into a page-turner of epic proportion.  Mark Knoblauch  Copyright American Library Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentlemen and Players&lt;/span&gt; by Joanne Harris:&lt;/span&gt;  For generations, privileged young men have attended St. Oswald's Grammar  School for Boys, groomed for success by the likes of Roy Straitley, the  eccentric Classics teacher who has been a fixture there for more than  thirty years. This year, however, the wind of unwelcome change is  blowing, and Straitley is finally, reluctantly, contemplating  retirement. As the new term gets under way, a number of incidents befall  students and faculty alike, beginning as small annoyances but soon  escalating in both number and consequence. St. Oswald's is unraveling,  and only Straitley stands in the way of its ruin. But he faces a  formidable opponent with a bitter grudge and a master strategy that has  been meticulously planned to the final, deadly move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suite Francaise&lt;/span&gt; by Irene Nemirovsky:&lt;/span&gt;  Celebrated in pre-WWII France for her bestselling fiction, the Jewish  Russian-born Némirovsky was shipped to Auschwitz in the summer of 1942,  months after this long-lost masterwork was composed. Némirovsky, a  convert to Catholicism, began a planned five-novel cycle as Nazi forces  overran northern France in 1940. This gripping "suite," collecting the  first two unpolished but wondrously literary sections of a work cut  short, have surfaced more than six decades after her death. The first,  "Storm in June," chronicles the connecting lives of a disparate clutch  of Parisians, among them a snobbish author, a venal banker, a noble  priest shepherding churlish orphans, a foppish aesthete and a loving  lower-class couple, all fleeing city comforts for the chaotic  countryside, mere hours ahead of the advancing Germans. The second,  "Dolce," set in 1941 in a farming village under German occupation, tells  how peasant farmers, their pretty daughters and petit bourgeois  collaborationists coexisted with their Nazi rulers. In a workbook entry  penned just weeks before her arrest, Némirovsky noted that her goal was  to describe "daily life, the emotional life and especially the comedy it  provides." This heroic work does just that, by focusing—with compassion  and clarity—on individual human dramas.  Copyright © Reed Business Information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced&lt;/span&gt; by Nujood Ali:&lt;/span&gt;  Chosen by Glamour magazine as a Woman of the Year in 2008, Nujood of  Yemen has become an international hero for her astonishingly brave  resistance to child marriage. Sold off by her impoverished family at the  age of 10, continually raped by her husband before she even reached  puberty, Nujood found the courage to run away, and with the help of an  activist lawyer, sympathetic judges, and the international press, she  divorced her husband and returned home. Her clear, first-person  narrative, translated from the French and written with Minoui, is  spellbinding: the horror of her parents’ betrayal and her  mother-in-law’s connivance, the “grown-ups” who send the child from  classroom and toys to nightmare abuse. She never denies the poverty that  drives her parents and oppresses her brothers, even as she reveals  their cruelty. Unlike her passive mother, she is an activist, thrilled  to return to school, determined to save others, including her little  sister. True to the child’s viewpoint, the “grown-up” cruelty is  devastating. Readers will find it incredible that such unbelievable  abuse and such courageous resistance are happening now. --Hazel Rochman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Monday Matters:  52 Ways to Make a Difference&lt;/span&gt; by Matthew Emerzian:&lt;/span&gt;  Monday used to be the least favorite day of the week. Monday was the day  that ended the weekend; the day you had to go back to work; and the day  you started a diet or decided to quit smoking…&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; Not  anymore! Authors Matthew Emerzian and Kelly Bozza do a total makeover   on the bad image of Mondays and make that day mean something amazing,  something incredible, something unbelievable. &lt;em&gt;Every Monday Matters&lt;/em&gt;  does this by taking 52 Mondays, providing 52 creative but  doable activities, giving 52 down-to-earth ways to make a difference,  one for each Monday of the year. It's a perfect way to have a positive  impact, get others involved, and make a difference in your life and the  lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Fine Balance&lt;/span&gt; by Rohinton Mistry:&lt;/span&gt;  From the Toronto-based Mistry (Such a Long Journey, 1991), a  splendid  tale of contemporary India that, in chronicling the  sufferings of  outcasts and innocents trying to survive in the  ``State of Internal  Emergency'' of the 1970s, grapples with the  great question of how to  live in the face of death and despair.  Though Mistry is too fine a  writer to indulge in polemics,  this second novel is also a quietly  passionate indictment of a  corrupt and ineluctably cruel society. India  under Indira Gandhi  has become a country ruled by thugs who maim and  kill for money  and power. The four protagonists (all victims of the  times) are:  Dina, 40-ish, poor and widowed after only three years of   marriage; Maneck, the son of an old school friend of Dina's; and  two  tailors, Ishvar and his nephew Om, members of the Untouchable  caste.  For a few months, this unlikely quartet share a tranquil  happiness in a  nameless city--a city of squalid streets teeming  with beggars, where  politicians, in the name of progress, abuse  the poor and the powerless.  Dina, whose dreams of attending  college ended when her father died, is  now trying to support  herself with seamstress work; Maneck, a  tenderhearted boy, has  been sent to college because the family business  is failing; and  the two tailors find work with Dina. Though the four  survive  encounters with various thugs and are saved from disaster by a   quirky character known as the Beggarmaster, the times are not   propitious for happiness. On a visit back home, Om and Ishvar are   forcibly sterilized; Maneck, devastated by the murder of an  activist  classmate, goes abroad. But Dina and the tailors, who  have learned ``to  maintain a fine balance between hope and  despair,'' keep going.  A  sweeping story, in a thoroughly Indian setting, that  combines Dickens's  vivid sympathy for the poor with  Solzhenitsyn's controlled outrage,  celebrating both the  resilience of the human spirit and the searing  heartbreak of  failed dreams. -- &lt;i&gt;Copyright ©1996, Kirkus Associates, LP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-6857769257864809201?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/6857769257864809201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6857769257864809201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6857769257864809201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-meeting-recap.html' title='June Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-633634123425192399</id><published>2011-05-11T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:16:30.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayn Rand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>May Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtTzgxlNHps/TcuCP75ODpI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ceko7_BYPRg/s1600/Anthem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtTzgxlNHps/TcuCP75ODpI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ceko7_BYPRg/s320/Anthem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605717371480051346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for this month was Ayn Rand's novella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks to Sylvia for leading the discussion and to Lynda for hosting.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  We had a lot to say this month&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was quite surprised when I glanced at my watch to find we had been talking for three hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayn Rand (1905–1982) was born Alisa Rosenbaum in St. Petersberg, Russia, the oldest of three girls in an upper-middle-class, non-observant Jewish family.  She wrote four novels and six non-fiction books and in the process created a comprehensive philosophy, which she called Objectivism.  She changed her name to Ayn Rand after coming to America to protect her family in Russia from the repercussions of her anti-communist work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rand studied history and philosophy at Petrograd State University, where she was introduced to the writings of Aristotle and to American political history, both of which influenced her deeply.  After graduating in 1924, she entered the State Institute for Cinema Arts to study screenwriting&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; and escaped the trials of daily life in a totalitarian regime by attending&lt;/span&gt; Viennese operettas and Western films and plays as often as possible. Rand hated communism and was miserable in Russia.  She rejected the communist idea that man should live for the state and not his personal happiness as an attack on men of “intelligence, ability and heroism.”   She later referred to the country of her birth as “an accidental cesspool of civilization” and to its inhabitants as “mystical, stupid, backward and sentimental.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rand left Russia in 1926, ultimately moving to Hollywood where she was given a job by her idol, Cecil B. DeMille, first as an extra, then as a script reader. While at the studio, she met actor Frank O’Connor, whom she married in 1929. She became an American citizen in 1931.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rand's first novel, &lt;i&gt;We the Living&lt;/i&gt;, was published in 1936. Set in Soviet Russia, it focused on the struggle between the individual and the state. The publication of the book fulfilled a request made by a friend in Russia, who had told Rand, “When you get out, tell the rest of the world we are dying here.”  Rand referred to &lt;i&gt;We the Living&lt;/i&gt; as the closest thing to an autobiography she would ever write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her other major works of fiction include &lt;i&gt;The Fountainhead &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and her magnum opus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Atlas Shrugged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, she dramatized her unique philosophy in an intellectual mystery story that integrated ethics, metaphysics, epistemology, politics, economics and sex.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is the most extensive expression of Objectivism of any of her works of fiction.  She described Objectivism as "the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;After the publication of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, Rand wrote and lectured on her philosophy and was active in promoting laissez-faire capitalism and fighting communism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;All of Ayn Rand's books are still in print with more than 25 million sold to date. There has recently been a huge resurgence of interest in her work.  Objectivism is taught in over 70 universities in America.  In a 1991 Library of Congress survey of the most influential books in readers' lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; came in second after the Bible. Her work has been embraced (though often piecemeal) by many contemporary political conservatives.  David Nolan, one of the founders of the Libertarian Party, stated that "without Ayn Rand, the libertarian movement would not exist.”  Two different editions of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; currently occupy the first and second spots on Amazon's list of most popular classic literature and fiction, with numerous other editions of the book also on the list.  Several editions of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; are on the list as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group felt that in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;, Rand masterfully painted a bleak picture of life in the collective and made the reader feel the oppression.  We noted that Prometheus' escape from the collective mirrors Rand's escape from the USSR.  It's a rare person who has both the courage and the luck to escape and start over.  But everyone is born with at least the spark of individualism.  We thought it was significant that Prometheus wasn't an over-the-top hero.  He was kind of an average person who stumbled across the importance of individualism.  We also wondered how Prometheus and Gaea would now start from scratch.  Is their dream attainable or will subsequent generations destroy it?  We talked about Gaea's almost submissive attitude toward Prometheus and how this is a reflection of Rand's concept of hero-worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our discussion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem &lt;/span&gt;was often more a discussion of Ayn Rand's philosophy and Ayn Rand herself than of the book.  The book raises philosophical issues that tend to bring the conversation back around to Objectivism.  Among the many topics we discussed:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Rand's moral absolutism, her  concept of rational self-interest (often misinterpreted as “every  man for himself”) and what she was getting at by pitting “we”  against “I” in the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Rand's view of the purpose of  government, which is to protect citizens from force and fraud.  What  constitutes protection from force and fraud? Is regulation  necessary? Is protection of the environment a proper function of  government?  Would enforcement of private property rights resolve  these issues without preventative regulation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Is it ever true in a communal  society that everyone is equal?  There's always someone at the top  benefiting from the oppression of the rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;How did Rand view corporatists and  the working class? She often depicted workers as noble and  productive and her villains are often businessmen who engage in  cronyism and who use government connections as a weapon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;There's a common misperception  that Ayn Rand was a harsh person who didn't have time for anyone who  disagreed with her.  In fact, she was all about individualism and  appreciated anyone who took ideas seriously.  She had numerous  friends who opposed her views, some of them communists and  Trotskyites.  What was important to her was that they played fair,  not that they agreed with her views.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Does governmental altruism ever  really stem from pure motives?  Or is is used by people at the top  to manipulate others and to gain influence, power and wealth?   (Rand's view was that the language of altruism is used to pass  legislation that is nominally in the public interest but which in  reality serves special interests and government agencies at the  expense of others.) Does  government-enforced altruism have the effect that's intended?  Does  the system ultimately help or demotivate welfare recipients?  Is private charity more  successful at helping people without forcing them into dependence on  the state?  Is there a causal relationship between the increase in  government intervention in America and the increasing wealth and  education gaps?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What are the causes of the  dramatic decline of urban areas such as St. Louis and Detroit and of  the problems in public education?  Does government intervention  alleviate or worsen these problems?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Discussion of libertarians' and  fiscal conservatives' rediscovery of Ayn Rand, and her view of  libertarians and conservatives of her time.  She disliked the left  because they were essentially collectivists.  She disliked the right  because they were theocrats and failed to defend capitalism on moral  grounds.  She disliked the libertarians because she felt their ideas were a perversion of the idea of liberty.  But she strongly believed that if America  were to fall to collectivism it would be the conservatives who were  most to blame, because they failed to provide a secular moral  defense for laissez-faire capitalism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Law of Jante from “A  Fugitive Crosses his Tracks” by Aksel Sandemose—essentially, a  condemnation of individualism that can be summed up with “Don't  think you're special or better than us.”  Conversely, today we  have the expression that “everyone is special” which, ironically  (or maybe not) has the same end result, because, as we learned from  The Incredibles, “when everyone is special, no one is.”  Today  we have the “everybody gets a trophy” generation, who lack  intrinsic motivation and expect to be rewarded just for showing up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;A number of related books, films and TV shows were recommended by group members:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other dystopian literature with related themes: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; by Yevgeny Zamyatin (1921), &lt;i&gt;Brave New World&lt;/i&gt; by Aldous Huxley (1932), &lt;i&gt;1984&lt;/i&gt; by George Orwell (1949),  &lt;i&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/i&gt; by Ray Bradbury (1953), &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/i&gt; by William Golding (1954), &lt;i&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/i&gt; by Anthony Burgess (1962), &lt;i&gt;The Giver&lt;/i&gt; by Lois Lawry (1993)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisa VanDamme's article, “Teaching Values in the Classroom”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (Published in The Objective Standard.  I'll try to get a copy of this for the group.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1942 Italian film version of Ayn Rand's 1936 novel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We the Living&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Rand's first novel and first statement against communism.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1949 film version of Ayn Rand's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fountainhead &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Rand's first major literary success, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is both a romantic drama and a philosophical work depicting the struggle of individualism against collectivism.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film version of Ayn Rand's 1957 novel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, now in theaters &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Rand's fourth and last novel, which she considered to be her magnum opus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is the most extensive expression of her philosophy of Objectivism of any of her works of fiction.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV show &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secret Millionaire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, in which (quoting Wikipedia here) “a millionaire leaves his/her luxurious life behind, takes on a secret identity and lives undercover in a deprived area of the country for ... 6 days. Living on a limited budget with no modern conveniences they must forge their own way in the community – working and volunteering alongside the locals and finding individuals or projects whom they think deserve a cut of their fortune.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our June meeting has been moved to the first of the month due to changes to the VDA school calendar.  We'll be meeting at Lynda's house for our annual year-end potluck and book exchange, which means there's no book to read this month.  Please bring a dish to pass and one wrapped book for the exchange.  Your book can be new or used, it doesn't matter.  The only requirement is that it can't be a book you're trying to get rid of because you hated it.  The idea is to share something you think others will enjoy reading.  Even if you haven't made it to a meeting all year, please join us for the potluck.  It's a great opportunity to meet everyone without the commitment of getting the month's book read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-633634123425192399?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/633634123425192399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/633634123425192399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/633634123425192399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-meeting-recap.html' title='May Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtTzgxlNHps/TcuCP75ODpI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ceko7_BYPRg/s72-c/Anthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-3817635276573847827</id><published>2011-05-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:16:56.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imitation of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fannie Hurst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>April Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opEcrN0Z1BQ/Tct-n_1aOaI/AAAAAAAAARE/PuuuGzg9gtA/s1600/220px-Imitation_of_Life_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opEcrN0Z1BQ/Tct-n_1aOaI/AAAAAAAAARE/PuuuGzg9gtA/s320/220px-Imitation_of_Life_poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605713386808162722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for April was Fannie Hurst's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks to Kathryn for hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say we had a wonderful discussion of the book, but the fact is it was so hard to get through that none of us finished it, so we spent the meeting watching the 1934 film version instead.  The book had originally been nominated because the film was so good, but unfortunately none of us felt the book was remotely comparable to the film.  As we later learned, Fannie Hurst, though a best-selling author, was not liked by critics, was held in contempt by many of her contemporaries, and is much better known for the film versions of her novels than for the novels themselves.  Although the film was a humorous, sensitive and moving portrayal of race relations in the 1930s, those of us who got through a significant portion of the book found it to be a slow-moving feminist rant in which the theme of race relations wasn't even introduced until half-way through the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film, on the other hand, was wonderful.  It's a noteworthy film because it tackled issues that were very controversial at the time and it is considered the first film ever that featured an African-American actor in a role of substance.  It made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time &lt;/span&gt;magazine's list of The 25 Most Important Films on Race  in 2007.  Louise Beavers' portrayal of Delilah is both endearing and heart-wrenching and the themes of relations between blacks and whites, passing, and maternal affection were well-handled, at times with humor, at others with great respect and empathy.  You'll notice however, that neither Louise Beavers nor Fredi Washington, who played her daughter Peola, were included on the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for May with be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem &lt;/span&gt;by Ayn Rand.  Sylvia will be leading the discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-3817635276573847827?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/3817635276573847827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3817635276573847827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3817635276573847827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-meeting-recap.html' title='April Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opEcrN0Z1BQ/Tct-n_1aOaI/AAAAAAAAARE/PuuuGzg9gtA/s72-c/220px-Imitation_of_Life_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-1248425603109547529</id><published>2011-03-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:17:29.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Red Badge of Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Crane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>March Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDujKlPrO9c/TYI2e2dXh1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AuxPbOI5oeo/s1600/The_Red_Badge_of_Courage_front_cover_copy2-404x617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDujKlPrO9c/TYI2e2dXh1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AuxPbOI5oeo/s320/The_Red_Badge_of_Courage_front_cover_copy2-404x617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585086391535503186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Our book for February was the Civil War classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by Stephen Crane.  Thanks to Geri for hosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Stephen Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was an extremely brilliant and happy child, but not studious.  After three total years of college with no degree, he moved to New York City to work as a freelance writer and journalist.  His first novel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maggie: A Girl of the Streets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, published in 1893, was so shocking to publishers due to its naturalistic portrayal of a prostitute who commits suicide that Crane had to self-publish it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. It didn't do well.  It was Crane’s second novel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Red Badge of Courage,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that was to become an international success and secure his reputation. Crane wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red Badge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; in March of 1893.  He is believed to have written the entire original manuscript in only ten days.  He was 22 years old at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After &lt;i&gt;Red Badge&lt;/i&gt;, Crane continued to write prolifically, publishing four volumes of short stories and two of poetry, covering the war with Turkey and Greece for periodicals in England and America, and reporting on the Spanish-American War.  He settled in England with a Florida hotel owner (widely acknowledged to be actually the madam of a brothel) named Cora Taylor.  The couple became close to many key literary figures of the day including William Dean Howells, Hamlin Garland, Joseph Conrad, Robert Barr, H. G. Wells, Henry James and Harold Frederic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never in great health and taxed by his travels and adventures, Crane contracted tuberculosis.  He never recovered his health and died in 1900 at the age of 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is set during the Civil War, specifically the battle of Chancellorsville, one of the bloodiest battles of the war, though Crane never names the battle in the book.  The battle of Chancellorsville took place in Virginia and was the battle in which Stonewall Jackson was killed by friendly fire.  It's a particularly fitting battle for a novel about the futility of war, as it was a stunning Confederate victory, but irrelevant in the grand scheme of things since the Confederate army was weakened by high casualties and went on to lose the war.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red Badge &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was a remarkable novel in its day for a number of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  twenty-two-year-old author had never witnessed war in his life  before writing this book, yet this novel contains some of the most  detailed and realistic battle scenes ever written. Crane's story  developed to some degree out of his reading of war stories by  Russian novelist Leo Tolstoy and the popular memoirs of Civil War  veterans, yet he also deviated from these influences in his  depiction of war's horror (books about the Civil War had been mostly  glorifications of war).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crane's  was the first popular book to depict the war as horrific, pointless,  and morally ambiguous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  He was a pioneer in this sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crane's portrait  of war is an intensely psychological one—again, unprecedented in  American literature (it is, in fact, essentially a psychological  study of Henry) blending elements of naturalism, realism,  impressionism, and symbolism—a very stylistically rich work. Crane  broke away from his American realist contemporaries, including his  mentor William Dean Howells, in his naturalistic treatment of man as  an amoral creature in a deterministic world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crane's novel was  also one of the first popular American novels to employ the common  slang of everyday folk and soldiers in a serious work (previous  examples were humorous, such as Mark Twain's fiction) and to  experiment with psychological realism. His venture into the realm of  the human psyche radically changed the common perception of the  novel in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The novel has a  very limited viewpoint but is actually huge in scope, as it deals  with some of the major agonies facing mankind (confrontation of  death, lack of self-identity, cowardice, failure, guilt). Henry  faces these conflicts in extreme psychological isolation.  But he  also experiences the opposite of all of these.  He recognizes the  brotherhood of man, he faces death, he finds his identity, he  discovers courage, and he gains perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red Badge&lt;/i&gt; was very difficult for some members to get through, in part because there isn't much plot to speak of.  The story focuses on what's going on inside Henry's head.  Also, although many of us found Crane's prose remarkably well-written and beautiful, we also thought the fact that it was so heavily-laden with metaphor and symbolism was distracting and made it difficult to focus on the content.  As one member noted, Crane's writing seems to get in its own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="lw_1299205241_6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We talked about Crane's use of metaphor to illustrate his philosophy of naturalism.  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Naturalism&lt;/span&gt; is a theory of fiction which approaches life with a detached, “objective,” almost scientific outlook.  Man is portrayed as insignificant and helpless, a creature of instinct that is shaped by environment and does not exercise its intelligence or free will.  Nature is seen as indifferent to man.  Individuals are unimportant in the grand scheme of things.  In &lt;i&gt;Red Badge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, the soldiers are shaped by the war.  They don't act of their own free will, but are just cogs in the machine.  Crane underscores this idea with copious use of machine- and animal-based metaphors to describe the army.   Opening the book at almost any page, especially in the battle scenes, will produce examples.  For instance, from one two-page passage:  “The noise of firing dogged their footsteps...it always returned again with increased insolence...Lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry...This noise, following like the yellings of eager, metallic hounds, increased to a loud and joyous burst...”We're always being chased around like rats.”...”It makes a man feel like a damn' kitten in a bag.””  Crane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;also makes abundant use of personification and the pathetic fallacy (investing objects with human feelings or emotions) to describe the natural world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We talked about the major themes of the novel, including courage, self-identity and the purpose of war.  We discussed Henry's motives for volunteering and how his views of military life evolve, which led to a discussion of our own views of war in general and specific wars.  We also talked about Henry's subjective view of courage and what he comes to believe courage is by the end of the battle (&lt;/span&gt; “a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness” in which men become united in a comradeship which leads to heroic actions).  We discussed why he behaves so differently in the two engagements, whether we agree with his view that what happens to him is mostly a matter of chance, whether we were sympathetic to his initial cowardice, and how we felt about how he behaves toward Wilson when he rejoins his regiment.  And we talked about the real battle of Chancellorsville and how much of what occurs in the book and the attitudes of the men reflect historians' opinions of the actual battle, specifically that there was bad leadership and communication on the Union side and good luck on the Confederate side.  Lastly, we discussed the root causes of the war, whether we felt it was a moral war, and the realism of the Union and Confederate soldiers chatting and befriending each other while on watch and then killing each other on the battle field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also voted on our next round of books.  We'll be reading &lt;i&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/i&gt; by Fannie Hurst for April (and possibly watching the 1934 film), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem &lt;/span&gt;by Ayn Rand for May, &lt;i&gt;The Lacuna&lt;/i&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver for September and &lt;i&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/i&gt; by Dashiell Hammett for October.  June will be our pot luck and gift exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The book for &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;i&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/i&gt; by Fannie Hurst.   Kathryn will be hosting (I'll send an evite with the address).  &lt;b&gt;PLEASE NOTE, THE APRIL MEETING WILL BE HELD ON THE FIRST WEDNESDAY (APRIL 6TH) RATHER THAN THE SECOND WEDNESDAY DUE TO SPRING BREAK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-1248425603109547529?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/1248425603109547529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1248425603109547529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1248425603109547529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-meeting-recap.html' title='March Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDujKlPrO9c/TYI2e2dXh1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AuxPbOI5oeo/s72-c/The_Red_Badge_of_Courage_front_cover_copy2-404x617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-4479420109890041427</id><published>2011-02-28T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:46:58.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Portis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Grit'/><title type='text'>February Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI44sWOayOU/TWyj0hscyNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XVZ0TByAJA/s1600/True%2BGrit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI44sWOayOU/TWyj0hscyNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XVZ0TByAJA/s320/True%2BGrit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579014161198532818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the month of February, we read &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; by Charles Portis.  Thanks to Annemarie for hosting and Lynda for leading the discussion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We started with some background on the author and the first film version of the book.  Portis wrote several novels, all of which are based in his home state of Arkansas and display that state's unique blend of southern and southwestern culture.  His novels depict clashes between the old and new South, and between traditional Southern traits such as independence and gentility and the untamed, willful quality of the Southwest.  Portis' fiction reflects many aspects of the culture of his childhood, including small-town life, oddball characters, rural conservatism, and love for hunting, country music, and tall tales.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; was first published in 1968 as a serial in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Saturday Evening Post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; and was subsequently published as a novel.  It is considered by some to be one of the funniest and most under-appreciated novels of the last century, an American classic that was, unfortunately, overshadowed by and cast aside because of the rather disappointing John Wayne film version released in 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This is one book that everyone in attendance seems to have loved, and those of us who saw the new Cohen Brothers film adaptation loved the movie as well.  We felt this was a rich and important book, and one we would encourage our daughters to read.  We had a long and lively discussion about various themes Portis developed throughout the novel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;One theme we talked about was the independence of frontier women and Mattie's breed of independence in particular.  We wondered why Mattie never married.  Was it because she was independent and idealistic?  Because it was hard to find someone to compare to her father, Rooster or LeBoeuf?  Because she had lost her arm?  Does the fact that she wound up a spinster work for her character?  Was she sad or lonely at the end?  Or is this just how life turned out and she accepted it?  We also wondered if Mattie's type of independence would have been viewed as odd at that time. Is it still frowned upon to some extent today?  We discussed whether it was relevant to the story that Mattie is a girl.  Would the book have been significantly different if the main character had been a boy?  This last point raised comparisons between &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; and Mark Twain's &lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/i&gt;.  Both are stories about rites of passage and coming of age.  Both are set during a time of westward expansion.  And in both books, the protagonists represent the opposite of established and establishment thinking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Another theme we discussed was moral justice.  Although Mattie, perhaps naively, saw moral issues in terms of black and white, there were sometimes actually very fuzzy lines between right and wrong, particularly for Rooster.  He wasn't always clear on where the boundaries were.  He wasn't always quite on the right side, and his conscience plagued him.  We talked about why Mattie and Rooster grew to trust each other.  Although Mattie was more simplistic in her views about morality, the two shared a similar sense of justice and vengeance.  Mattie's ideas about justice particularly interested the group.  We talked about how her  religious views affected her sense of moral justice.  We also noted that Mattie seemed impervious to all of the killing of criminals going on around her, but was crushed by the death of her innocent and noble horse.  This fact reveals a great deal about her character.  We also wondered whether moral justice was at work in the case of Mattie's snake bite.  Did Portis see that as payback for the shooting of Chaney?  And lastly, we discussed the idea of justice as a precursor to freedom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The third major theme we talked about was the role of money in the story.  Money symbolizes Mattie's sense of justice.  She was very pedantic about her moral ideals, just as she was about her financial dealings.  She expected to get her money's worth in all cases.  She also viewed getting her father's two California gold pieces back as an essential part of avenging his death.  It's significant that when she came upon Chaney at the river and tried to apprehend him for his crimes, he recognized her as “the bookkeeper.”  Rooster, on the other hand, tended to have much more flexible moral standards and seemed to just be hoping that his good deeds would balance out the bad in the end.  Similarly, when it came to money he had no expectation of coming out ahead, he just wanted his expenses paid.  And LeBoeuf, who seemed to chase bad guys largely for the glory when we first met him, was out for the big money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lastly, we discussed the role of liquor, which is the source of much evil in the novel.  Drinking drove several characters to do foolish or evil things.  Mattie noted that Chaney was drunk when he murdered her father.  For Rooster, drinking seems to be a way of coping with the mistakes in his past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our book for March is the Civil War classic, &lt;i&gt;The Red Badge of Courage,&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen Crane.  Geri will be hosting (Thanks, Geri!) and I'll send out the address shortly.  We'll also be voting on our next three (or possibly just two) books.  I'll send out the nomination list before Wednesday's meeting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-4479420109890041427?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/4479420109890041427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/4479420109890041427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/4479420109890041427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-meeting-recap.html' title='February Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI44sWOayOU/TWyj0hscyNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XVZ0TByAJA/s72-c/True%2BGrit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-8803714968511428576</id><published>2011-02-01T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:11:06.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Be an American Housewife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margaret Dilloway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>January Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TUiBP2syXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6r3VTuE01Q/s1600/howtobeanamericanhousewife_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TUiBP2syXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6r3VTuE01Q/s320/howtobeanamericanhousewife_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568843048625003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month's book was &lt;i&gt;How to Be an American Housewife&lt;/i&gt; by Margaret Dilloway.  We were pleased to have the author join us by phone to answer questions and give us her perspective on the book.  Thanks to Lynda for hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Much of the book deals with cultural customs and the cultural isolation of immigrants.  Shoko struggled in the novel with racism, the loss of her extended family, and the loss of her culture as she tried to adapt to the American way of doing things.  We talked about how difficult it is to parent under normal circumstances, let alone with these additional challenges.  We also talked about how Shoko's experiences are similar to our own or to that of our immigrant relatives, either when living in other countries such as Germany and Japan, or when coming to the U.S.  One member referenced a comparison made by another author between rice-growing and wheat-growing cultures, which said that a culture's dependence on either rice or wheat shapes their cultural beliefs.  Because rice requires careful cultivation and takes a long time to grow, rice-growing cultures tend to believe that success in life, like success in farming, depends upon dedication and hard work—if you tend it, it will grow.  People in wheat-growing cultures, on the other hand, are more likely to believe that success depends upon luck and talent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The book goes beyond culture-specific themes, however.  The themes of mother-daughter relationships, coping with the past while embracing the future, and letting go of old ways are universal.  Several characters in the book are stuck in their mindsets, whether that's due to pride, culture, habit, fear, or personality.  Taro's situation was particularly complex and interesting due to the juxtaposition of spirituality and petty grudges and of religious and cultural mores.  Shoko, Taro and Sue all managed to get unstuck by the end.  Sue's trip to Japan changed things for all three of them.  It gave her the push she needed to begin to grow, and it gave Taro the opportunity to let go of a grudge that was very draining for him and to accept his sister.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The fact that the story was told from the two perspectives of Shoko and Sue was enlightening for us, for the most part.  It highlighted both the differences and the similarities between mother and daughter.  We gained a better understanding of each character by seeing them from their own perspective as well as from someone else's.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When asked what her own relationship with her mother was like, Margaret Dilloway referenced the recent Washington Post article, “Why Chinese Mothers are Superior.”  Her mother was very strict and controlling and had preconceptions (all negative) of how her daughter would behave as a teenager.  Subsequently, Margaret's relationship with her mother was strained and she felt she didn't have the opportunity to really know and understand her before she died.  This led to a discussion of differences in parenting techniques between Asian and western cultures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Margaret is working on a new book, The Rose of Galilee, which is due out in the spring of 2012.  This book was inspired by her sister-in-law and deals with the theme of chronic illness and its affect on the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our book for February will by &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Portis.  Lynda with be leading that discussion (Thanks, Lynda!) and I'll send out an email shortly to let you all know where we'll be meeting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-8803714968511428576?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/8803714968511428576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/02/january-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/8803714968511428576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/8803714968511428576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/02/january-meeting-recap.html' title='January Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TUiBP2syXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6r3VTuE01Q/s72-c/howtobeanamericanhousewife_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-6091208988787453719</id><published>2011-01-06T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:31:45.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Wilde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Importance of Being Earnest'/><title type='text'>December Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TSX74oQQCLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yg3fzf8BNpU/s1600/Oscar_Wilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TSX74oQQCLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yg3fzf8BNpU/s320/Oscar_Wilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559126265355569330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December's book was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/span&gt; by Oscar Wilde.  Thanks to Kathryn for hosting and Becky for leading the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play received mixed reviews from the group but provided some interesting topics of discussion.  Some enjoyed the humor, while others found it formulaic and felt other writers have done similar things much better.  One major difficulty with the play is that there is very little stage direction given and Wilde's sarcasm doesn't come across in the writing, so it's a play that's much more amusing when performed than when read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde was a leading figure of the aesthetic movement, which was opposed to seriousness in art, a point of view which was quite obvious in the play.  It was an interesting contrast to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/span&gt;, which had a strong moral point and made serious criticisms of the Church.  There was some depth to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earnest&lt;/span&gt;, however, in that the authority figures are meant to represent certain institutions (education, religion, literature, etc.) that molded the young people and made them what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the discussion centered around the era in which Wilde lived, the aesthetic movement, and how things are similar today.  Comparisons were drawn between the hippie movement of the 1960s and the aesthetic movement of Wilde's time.  We discussed Prop. 8 and contemporary views toward homosexuality.  We also talked about the Victorian era, the facade maintained by the upper classes in England, and their need for a place to go to drop the facade.  This is true for prominent figures today as well, and to some extent it's true in our own lives.  Many of us have had the experience of feeling that we have to pretend to be something we're not because of the company we're in, for example being conservative in a public education system, being atheist in a religious society, or being pro-gay rights or pro-abortion in a religious-conservative neighborhood.  The play also made us think about the difference between friends and acquaintances, and the idea that friends know and accept the real you even if your values aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for January is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Be an American Housewife&lt;/span&gt;.  The author, Margaret Dilloway, will be joining us by phone, so don't miss it!  We'll be meeting on Wednesday, January 12th at 9:00 am.  I'll send out an evite with the location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-6091208988787453719?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/6091208988787453719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6091208988787453719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6091208988787453719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-meeting-recap.html' title='December Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TSX74oQQCLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yg3fzf8BNpU/s72-c/Oscar_Wilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-3992818149546058301</id><published>2010-11-23T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:13:48.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moliere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tartuffe'/><title type='text'>November Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TOynf1NmJqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/anRpfvE0mdY/s1600/Tartuffe-COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TOynf1NmJqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/anRpfvE0mdY/s320/Tartuffe-COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542989406688126626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our November read was the play &lt;i&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/i&gt; by Moli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;re.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt; is the story of a religious hypocrite who, after failing to seduce the wife of a naive friend,  almost succeeds in his plot to jail him and his family and thereby cheat them out of their home. The play is a social comedy, which satirizes false piety, hypocrites, and certain aspects of the 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt; century Catholic Church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thanks to Holly for hosting and Tonya for leading the discussion. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;olière, whose real name was Jean Baptiste Poquelin,  was born on Jan. 15, 1622.   He received his early education at the College de Clermont, a Jesuit school, becoming a promising scholar of Latin and Greek.  Although he proceeded to study law and was awarded his law degree in 1642, he turned away from both the legal profession and his father's business.  Instead, in 1643 he incorporated an acting troupe, the Illustre Theatre.  He polished his skills as actor, director, administrator, and playwright, and in 1658 the troupe returned to Paris and played before Louis XIV.  The king's brother became Molière's patron.  Later, Molière and his colleagues were appointed official providers of entertainment to the king himself.  Molière is considered the master of French comedy and wrote some of the most enduring satirical comedies of all time, some in rhyming verse, some in prose.  He was also the leading French comic actor, stage director, and dramatic theoretician of the 17th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Molière wrote &lt;i&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/i&gt; in 1664. Following its first performance the same year, King Louis XIV  immediately banned the play, probably due to the influence of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:100%;" &gt;the illegal underground organization, the Compagnie du Saint-Sacrement and of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his confessor, Paul Philippe Hardouin de Beaumont de Péréfixe, Archbishop of Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:100%;" &gt;.  The Archbishop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;issued an edict threatening excommunication for anyone who watched, performed in, or read the play.  Molière attempted to assuage church officials by re-writing his play to seem more secular and less critical of religion, but to no avail.  The revised version of the play was called &lt;i&gt;L'imposteur&lt;/i&gt; and had a main character named Panulphe instead of Tartuffe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much of our discussion centered around the many possibilities of why the play was banned while Louis XIV continued to give Molière his patronage.  In the official account of the performance, the reason given for suppression of the play is that the king's “extreme delicacy to religious matters can not suffer this resemblance of vice to virtue, which could be mistaken for each other; although one does not doubt the good intentions of the author, even so he forbids it in public, and deprives himself of this pleasure, in order not to allow it to be abused by others less capable of making a just discernment of it.”  We suspect there may have been more to it, though.  Could the original version have contained more direct criticism of the Church in France?  Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ante's speech about hypocrisy in the existing version of the play is quite critical and seems to question the need for a religious hierarchy.  He asks, can we not determine on our own the difference between right and wrong?  That is very much a Protestant idea and would have been considered heresy by the french Church at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did Tartuffe represent someone specific, such as the king's confessor?  Certainly, the play is full of depictions of religious hypocrisy which would have been offensive to anyone who recognized himself in the main character.  When Tartuffe teaches Elmire to sin in private, telling her it's only wrong if you get caught, perhaps it was a dig at the archbishop or members of  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt; Compagnie du Saint-Sacrement.  There are many more such examples throughout the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also wondered why the king would have continued to support  Molière and allow private performances of Tartuffe for the aristocracy.  Perhaps the king continued to allow private performances as revenge for the Church's prevention of his marriage to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;the girl he loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  Or perhaps he simply didn't feel the play should have been suppressed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also discussed Orgon's willful irrationality at some length.  His blindness toward Tartuffe is one example of this, as is his insistence that his daughter marry a man she can't stand (we all enjoyed Dorine's speech about this subject and cheating wives).  At one point, Orgon tells Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ante outright that although he realizes Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ante's advice is sound and wise, he has no intention of following it.  It appears as though Orgon, as he ages, is losing the things that made him respectable in his youth and is trying to redeem himself through piety.  Maybe he is 'quitting a world that is fast quitting him' by turning to religion.  Or maybe as he ages, he's becoming preoccupied with ensuring a place for himself in heaven and feels he can accomplish this by pandering to Tartuffe.  Possibly this is an additional criticism of the Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also talked about the use of reverse psychology throughout the play.  Both Dorine and Tartuffe are very skillful at manipulating Orgon in this way.  It seemed to us that Dorine is both the brains of the outfit and Tartuffe's foil.  We also noted that it's very common for a servant to be the wise voice of reason in well-done comedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although we enjoyed the play as a whole, many of us found the ending disappointing and felt the twist involving the strong box came out of nowhere.  Apparently, the strong box was brought up earlier and was fleshed out better in earlier versions of the play.  We suspect the weak, formulaic ending was probably standard in plays written for the king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our next meeting will be at 9:00 on Wednesday, December 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  I'll send out an evite as soon as we have the location worked out.  We'll be discussing Oscar Wilde's play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  We don't yet have a volunteer to lead the discussion, so if anyone is willing, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll also be voting on our three books for February, March and April at the December meeting.  Our plan is to read American authors or books about the American experience, to coincide with what the kids at VDA are studying this year.  We have a list of about a dozen nominees, but if you have any you'd like to add, please email your nominations to me by December 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-3992818149546058301?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/3992818149546058301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3992818149546058301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3992818149546058301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-meeting-recap.html' title='November Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TOynf1NmJqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/anRpfvE0mdY/s72-c/Tartuffe-COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-2804689454950239399</id><published>2010-10-15T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:27:22.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Wolfe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonfire of the Vanities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>October Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TLlI4l0RhYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SkoiTQMK52E/s1600/200px-Bonfirewolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TLlI4l0RhYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SkoiTQMK52E/s320/200px-Bonfirewolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528530154635232642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month I think we demonstrated that you don't have to love the book or, in fact, even read it to enjoy and participate in the many wonderful discussions it provokes.  Our book this month was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Wolfe.  The novel is the story of Sherman McCoy, a wealthy New York bond trader and self-styled Master of the Universe, whose life takes a horrible turn after an accident in the Bronx.  Thanks to Annemarie for leading the discussion and thanks to Lynda for hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfe began his career  as a reporter and worked for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/span&gt; after finishing school.   He later left &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Post&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Herald Tribune&lt;/span&gt;.  While reporting for these two papers, he  experimented with using fiction-writing techniques in feature stories, mixing those techniques with the traditional ideal of dispassionate, even-handed  reporting.   This mixing of techniques came to be known as &lt;span&gt;The New Journalism&lt;/span&gt;.  Wolfe wrote numerous non-fiction books, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Right Stuff&lt;/span&gt;, before publishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities&lt;/span&gt;, his first novel, in 1987.  The novel originally ran as a serial in 27 installments in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;  starting in 1984.  Wolfe heavily revised it before it was published in  book form. The novel was a bestseller and a phenomenal success and was eventually made into a feature film starring Tom Hanks and Melanie Griffith.  Wolfe's intention when writing the novel was to capture the essence of New York in the 1980s and to present a commentary on American society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book received mixed reviews from our group. We liked that it was essentially a tale of morality and redemption and we enjoyed Wolfe's humorous use of dialects and accents.  The book also raised many important social, economic and political issues that are just as relevant today as they were at the time the book was written.  On the other hand, Wolfe was brutal to his main character, which was uncomfortable to read, none of the characters were really likable, several lead characters were obsessed with sex to a ridiculous degree, and some of us felt the novel read too much like a serial.  Whether we liked it, disliked it, or couldn't get through all 650+ pages, it was certainly thought-provoking and led to much insightful conversation.  Among the many discussions sparked by the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Men's views of women and women's place in society in the 1980s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Male characters' preoccupation  with sex and aversion to their wives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women are generally either a means to an end (sexual opportunity, status symbol, someone to exploit to gain power) or an encumbrance to be treated with indifference or contempt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No traditional mothering is  portrayed in the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do we really know any of the women  in the book?  Probably not.  We only see them through the eyes of  Sherman and Kramer. Sherman's perceptions change throughout the book,  and we learn that in many cases the perceptions of both men are very skewed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sherman's love for his daughter  doesn't even seem genuine for the first half of the book.  It's  based primarily on how pretty she is, how nice they look together,  and what other people must think of her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does Sherman's transformation  change how he thinks of Judy and Campbell?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Was Sherman's fate sealed by the social, political and racial climate in the Bronx, or would things have gone differently if he had reported the accident?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opportunism of many secondary characters heavily influenced Sherman's case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would things have been different if Sherman hadn't been wealthy and white?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would things have been different if Henry Lamb hadn't been poor and black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Cyclical nature of morality and of fashion are tied to economic cycles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1980s vs. the past decade before and  after the crash&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Feminism and the social and economic environment in New York.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did the feminist movement  affect women and families in the 1980s  (rise of daycare and working  mothers, effects on society, impact on our  kids, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over 50% of black kids in New York  at the time were in single-parent families, typically with no father.  What factors contributed to that statistic?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does feminism continue to  affect us today?  Are we or our kids better off, or do we now find  that instead of being free to choose, women are now expected to do  everything—be full-time parents and wage-earners?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;How accurate is the portrayal of people on Wall St.?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not very, based on our collective  experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The novel echos the popular view  that wealthy people get more than they deserve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many people in the book, both  rich and poor, haven't earned what they have, yet have a sense of  entitlement.  It seems very easy for people to lose their  way morally, particularly if they don't have good self-esteem and a  sound moral foundation to begin with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Was Sherman fundamentally a good person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does his moral character  change over the course of the novel—over  the course of his  marriage, his career, and his legal ordeal?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does sudden wealth affect  people morally—examples in today's society (celebrities).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Social prejudice.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The hive”—How do characters  navigate through social situations?  How are their social decisions affected by their own social status and the social status of others?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social prejudices exist even  within what we would consider the same social stratum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; How do Sherman's prejudices change  as a result of his legal ordeal?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Notoriety vs. popularity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is Sherman less popular with  his own friends but more popular with Judy's friends after his arrest?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does he like Judy's friends  more after his arrest?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What role does self-esteem play?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many people are attracted to the  drama and want to be part of the story.  The situation becomes  political and truth doesn't matter any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“The New Journalism”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The evolution of journalism and  the rise of sensationalism in the mainstream media.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationship between entertainment  value, readership and advertising revenue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is online news impacting the  objectivity of the mainstream media?  Are traditional news outlets becoming  increasingly fluffy and subjective in an effort to retain their audience?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As an epilogue, Kathryn has pointed out that Eliot Spitzer, sleazy former governor of New York, whom we discussed during the meeting, is back in the news again.  From a recent press release: "CNN announced today that former New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer, who resigned from office following revelations that he had visited a prostitute, will be the host of a new prime time show on the network."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and elsewhere: "Spitzer, meanwhile, has been steadily rehabilitating his image since his fall from grace in March 2008, appearing regularly on cable news shows, teaching and penning a column for the online magazine Slate.  He complained to Time Magazine of his boredom earlier this year, saying, 'When you have nothing to do all day, you eventually start yelling from the rafters.'"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;" &gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287213637_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next meeting will be held on November 10th, and we'll be discussing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tartuffe &lt;/span&gt;by Moli&lt;span&gt;è&lt;/span&gt;re.  Tonya will lead the discussion (Thanks, Tonya!).  Because we've learned from experience that the translation we choose can have a significant impact on our enjoyment of a book, we're recommending the Richard Wilbur translation published by Harcourt.  As a bonus, this translation also contains the play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Misanthrope&lt;/span&gt;.  There's also a free e-book available through Kindle by a different translator. Becky tells me that translation is a bit wonky, but the play is very enjoyable nonetheless.  We will be holding the November meeting at a member's home, and I'll let you all know whose home once I get that ironed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also working on setting up a viewing of the film version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities &lt;/span&gt;at Bonnie's home within the next week or two, so stay tuned for details on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-2804689454950239399?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/2804689454950239399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2804689454950239399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2804689454950239399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-meeting-recap.html' title='October Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TLlI4l0RhYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SkoiTQMK52E/s72-c/200px-Bonfirewolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-3671320403990656249</id><published>2010-09-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:41:42.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Taming of the Shrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelfth Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>September Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TKGNbbEomUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_VUgdsDOLBY/s1600/449px-William_Shakespeare_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TKGNbbEomUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_VUgdsDOLBY/s320/449px-William_Shakespeare_1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521850120396118338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At our first meeting of the new school year, we discussed the two Shakespeare plays we saw and read over the summer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taming of the Shrew&lt;/span&gt;.  After a brief overview of the two plays, we talked about some of the themes: disguise and mistaken identity, marriage as a business arrangement versus marriage for love, social roles, gender roles and roles of wives.  We talked about Shakespeare's use of language and gender confusion to bring comedy even to his tragedies and how his bending of genders may have been influenced by the fact that all roles were played by men in Shakespeare's time.  We also talked about how the women in his plays “play the game” (meaning they play the part of the submissive, dutiful wife) while influencing and controlling men in clever, subtle and sneaky ways.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We discussed the differences between different productions and how a director's interpretation changes the meaning of the play.  Whether Kate was really “tamed” at the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taming of the Shrew&lt;/span&gt;, for instance, varies from one production to another, as does the degree to which Petrucchio's conscience seems to bother him.  And we discussed the differences between Shakespeare's commissioned and non-commissioned plays.  There are notable differences between his plays for the masses and his plays written for the court.  In a way, his plays for the masses are similar to today's soap operas or tabloids.  Commoners were entertained by these not-very-flattering glimpses into aristocratic life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our book for October will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Wolfe.  We'll be meeting at 9:00 am on Wednesday, October 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.  However, due to the size of the group, we will not be meeting at Barnes and Noble.  The October meeting will be held at a member's home (Thanks, Lynda!) and I will email the address to everyone before the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-3671320403990656249?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/3671320403990656249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3671320403990656249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3671320403990656249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-meeting-recap.html' title='September Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TKGNbbEomUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_VUgdsDOLBY/s72-c/449px-William_Shakespeare_1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-88726016918102435</id><published>2010-09-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:29:21.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Potluck Poems--Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284009988_1"&gt;Samuel Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (1562-1619)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Are they shadows that we see?&lt;br /&gt;    And can shadows pleasure give?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284009988_2"&gt;Pleasures&lt;/span&gt; only shadows be&lt;br /&gt;    Cast by bodies we conceive,&lt;br /&gt;    And are made the things we deem,&lt;br /&gt;    In those figures which they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these pleasures vanish fast,&lt;br /&gt;Which by shadows are exprest:&lt;br /&gt;    Pleasures are not, if they last,&lt;br /&gt;    In their passing, is their best.&lt;br /&gt;    Glory is most bright and gay&lt;br /&gt;    In a flash, and so away.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed apace then greedy eyes&lt;br /&gt;On the wonder you behold.&lt;br /&gt;    Take it sudden as it flies&lt;br /&gt;    Though you take it not to hold:&lt;br /&gt;    When your eyes have done their part,&lt;br /&gt;    Thought must length it in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments from the contributor:&lt;br /&gt;This poem was originally composed within a larger work of which I am unfamiliar.  The poet alludes to &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284009988_3"&gt;Plato's Allegory of the Cave&lt;/span&gt;  to one's memories of joyous moments.  This is interesting.  He's  warning the reader not to let these wonderful moments pass away into  ambiguity and to make a concerted effort to keep the memories of such  moments in the forefront of our minds.  A worthwhile message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-88726016918102435?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/88726016918102435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/potluck-poems-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/88726016918102435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/88726016918102435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/potluck-poems-shadows.html' title='Potluck Poems--Shadows'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-1961425551700480996</id><published>2010-09-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:54:39.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Red Red Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Potluck Poems--A Red, Red Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Red, Red Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Robert Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"  &gt;Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,&lt;br /&gt;That's newly sprung in June:&lt;br /&gt;Oh my luve is like the melodie,&lt;br /&gt;That's sweetly play'd in tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fair art thou, my bonie lass,&lt;br /&gt;So deep in luve am I;&lt;br /&gt;And I will luve thee still, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Till a' the seas gang dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;And the rocks melt wi' the sun;&lt;br /&gt;And I will luve thee still, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;While the sands o' life shall run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fare thee weel, my only luve!&lt;br /&gt;And fare thee weel a while!&lt;br /&gt;And I will come again, my luve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1283399434_1"&gt;Tho&lt;/span&gt;' it were &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1283399434_2"&gt;ten thousand&lt;/span&gt; mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-1961425551700480996?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/1961425551700480996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/potluck-poems-red-red-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1961425551700480996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1961425551700480996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/09/potluck-poems-red-red-rose.html' title='Potluck Poems--A Red, Red Rose'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-344836638938426655</id><published>2010-08-16T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:55:10.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Highwayman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alfred Noyes'/><title type='text'>Pot Luck Poems--The Highwayman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And here we have our second put luck poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Highwayman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Alfred Noyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                        PART ONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,&lt;br /&gt;  The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,&lt;br /&gt;      The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,&lt;br /&gt;      And the highwayman came riding—&lt;br /&gt;                        Riding—riding—&lt;br /&gt;      The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  II &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,&lt;br /&gt;      A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;&lt;br /&gt;      They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!&lt;br /&gt;      And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;                        His pistol butts a-twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;      His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  III &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,&lt;br /&gt;      And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;&lt;br /&gt;      He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there&lt;br /&gt;      But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                        Bess, the landlord's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;      Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  IV &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked&lt;br /&gt;      Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;&lt;br /&gt;      His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,&lt;br /&gt;      But he loved the landlord's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                        The landlord's red-lipped daughter,&lt;br /&gt;      Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  V &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,&lt;br /&gt;      But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;&lt;br /&gt;      Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,&lt;br /&gt;      Then look for me by moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;                        Watch for me by moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;      I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  VI &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,&lt;br /&gt;      But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand&lt;br /&gt;      As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;&lt;br /&gt;      And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;                        (Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)&lt;br /&gt;      Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                        PART TWO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;&lt;br /&gt;      And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,&lt;br /&gt;      When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,&lt;br /&gt;      A red-coat troop came marching—&lt;br /&gt;                        Marching—marching—&lt;br /&gt;      King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  II &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,&lt;br /&gt;      But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;&lt;br /&gt;      Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!&lt;br /&gt;      There was death at every window;&lt;br /&gt;                        And hell at one dark window;&lt;br /&gt;      For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; would ride.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  III &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;&lt;br /&gt;      They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!&lt;br /&gt;      "Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;                        She heard the dead man say—&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Look for me by moonlight;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;i&gt;Watch for me by moonlight;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  IV &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!&lt;br /&gt;      She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!&lt;br /&gt;      They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,&lt;br /&gt;      Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,&lt;br /&gt;                        Cold, on the stroke of midnight,&lt;br /&gt;      The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  V &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!&lt;br /&gt;      Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,&lt;br /&gt;      She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;&lt;br /&gt;      For the road lay bare in the moonlight;&lt;br /&gt;                        Blank and bare in the moonlight;&lt;br /&gt;      And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  VI &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot!&lt;/i&gt; Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot,&lt;/i&gt; in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?&lt;br /&gt;      Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,&lt;br /&gt;      The highwayman came riding,&lt;br /&gt;                        Riding, riding!&lt;br /&gt;      The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  VII &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;i&gt;Tlot-tlot,&lt;/i&gt; in the frosty silence! &lt;i&gt;Tlot-tlot,&lt;/i&gt; in the echoing night!&lt;br /&gt;      Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!&lt;br /&gt;      Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,&lt;br /&gt;      Then her finger moved in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;                        Her musket shattered the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;      Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  VIII &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood&lt;br /&gt;      Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!&lt;br /&gt;      Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear&lt;br /&gt;      How Bess, the landlord's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                        The landlord's black-eyed daughter,&lt;br /&gt;      Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  IX &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;      With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!&lt;br /&gt;      Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,&lt;br /&gt;      When they shot him down on the highway,&lt;br /&gt;                        Down like a dog on the highway,&lt;br /&gt;      And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                  *           *           *           *            *           * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;i&gt;        And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;      When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,&lt;br /&gt;      When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,&lt;br /&gt;      A highwayman comes riding—&lt;br /&gt;                        Riding—riding—&lt;br /&gt;      A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  XI &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;i&gt;        Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;&lt;br /&gt;      He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;&lt;br /&gt;      He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there&lt;br /&gt;      But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                        Bess, the landlord's daughter,&lt;br /&gt;      Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-344836638938426655?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/344836638938426655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/08/pot-luck-poems-highwayman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/344836638938426655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/344836638938426655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/08/pot-luck-poems-highwayman.html' title='Pot Luck Poems--The Highwayman'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-5568659401999407804</id><published>2010-08-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:11:40.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Greenleaf Whittier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maud Muller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Pot Luck Poems--Maud Muller</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it's been a while, hasn't it?  I hope you've all been enjoying your summer as much as I have.  Our last official meeting of the school year was our June pot luck and book exchange, and if you weren't there, you missed a good time.  We tried something new this year--instead of reading a book to discuss, we each brought our favorite poem to share.  Over the next few weeks, I'll be posting the poems for you all to enjoy.  When you see your poem posted, feel free to comment on why you chose it.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maud Muller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by John Greenleaf Whittier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maud Muller, on a summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;Raked the meadows sweet with hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth&lt;br /&gt;Of simple beauty and rustic health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee&lt;br /&gt;The mock-bird echoed from his tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But, when she glanced to the far-off town,&lt;br /&gt;White from its hill-slope looking down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The sweet song died, and a vague unrest&lt;br /&gt;And a nameless longing filled her breast–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A wish, that she hardly dared to own,&lt;br /&gt;For something better than she had known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Judge rode slowly down the lane,&lt;br /&gt;Smoothing his horse’s chestnut mane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He drew his bridle in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And ask a draught from the spring that flowed&lt;br /&gt;Through the meadow across the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up,&lt;br /&gt;And filled for him her small tin cup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And blushed as she gave it, looking down&lt;br /&gt;On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Thanks!” said the Judge, “a sweeter draught&lt;br /&gt;From a fairer hand was never quaffed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees,&lt;br /&gt;Of the singing birds and the humming bees;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether&lt;br /&gt;The cloud in the west would bring foul weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And Maud forgot her briar-torn gown,&lt;br /&gt;And her graceful ankles bare and brown;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And listened, while a pleasant surprise&lt;br /&gt;Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At last, like one who for delay&lt;br /&gt;Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maud Muller looked and sighed: “Ah, me!&lt;br /&gt;That I the Judge’s bride might be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“He would dress me up in silks so fine,&lt;br /&gt;And praise and toast me at his wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“My father should wear a broadcloth coat;&lt;br /&gt;My brother should sail a painted boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“I’d dress my mother so grand and gay,&lt;br /&gt;And the baby should have a new toy each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“And I’d feed the hungry and clothe the poor,&lt;br /&gt;And all should bless me who left our door.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill,&lt;br /&gt;And saw Maud Muller standing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“A form more fair, a face more sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Ne’er hath it been my lot to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“And her modest answer and graceful air&lt;br /&gt;Show her wise and good as she is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Would she were mine, and I to-day,&lt;br /&gt;Like her, a harvester of hay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“But low of cattle, and song of birds,&lt;br /&gt;And health, and quiet, and loving words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold,&lt;br /&gt;And his mother, vain of her rank and gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on,&lt;br /&gt;And Maud was left in the field alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;When he hummed in court an old love-tune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the young girl mused beside the well,&lt;br /&gt;Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He wedded a wife of richest dower,&lt;br /&gt;Who lived for fashion, as he for power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yet oft, in his marble hearth’s bright glow,&lt;br /&gt;He watched a picture come and go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And sweet Maud Muller’s hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looked out in their innocent surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oft when the wine in his glass was red,&lt;br /&gt;He longed for the wayside well instead;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms,&lt;br /&gt;To dream of meadows and clover-blooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, that I were free again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Free as when I rode that day,&lt;br /&gt;Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wedded a man unlearned and poor,&lt;br /&gt;And many children played round her door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But care and sorrow, and child-birth pain,&lt;br /&gt;Left their traces on heart and brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And oft, when the summer sun shone hot&lt;br /&gt;On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And she heard the little spring brook fall&lt;br /&gt;Over the roadside, through the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the shade of the apple-tree again&lt;br /&gt;She saw a rider draw his rein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, gazing down with timid grace,&lt;br /&gt;She felt his pleased eyes read her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls&lt;br /&gt;Stretched away into stately halls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The weary wheel to a spinnet turned,&lt;br /&gt;The tallow candle an astral burned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And for him who sat by the chimney lug,&lt;br /&gt;Dozing and grumbling o’er pipe and mug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A manly form at her side she saw,&lt;br /&gt;And joy was duty and love was law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then she took up her burden of life again,&lt;br /&gt;Saying only, “It might have been.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,&lt;br /&gt;For rich repiner and household drudge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God pity them both! and pity us all,&lt;br /&gt;Who vainly the dreams of youth recall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For of all sad words of tongue or pen,&lt;br /&gt;The saddest are these: “It might have been!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies&lt;br /&gt;Deeply buried from human eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, in the hereafter, angels may&lt;br /&gt;Roll the stone from its grave away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-5568659401999407804?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-7862480893302528265</id><published>2010-05-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:38:03.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ivanhoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Walter Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>May Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TAPIgcJAtKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/875ApYliC8k/s1600/Ivanhoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TAPIgcJAtKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/875ApYliC8k/s320/Ivanhoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442031448011938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for May was the Sir Walter Scott classic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ivanhoe&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks to Geri for leading the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Scott was born in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1771.  He spent much of his childhood at his grandfather's country home in southern Scotland and eventually built himself a castle there.  He was a lawyer by trade who was also a partner in a publishing house and wrote "on the side" in part to get himself out of financial difficulties.  He became a best-selling author, as well as a baronet, and invented the genre of historical fiction.  Scott was proud of his Scottish heritage and is credited with rehabilitating the image of the Highlander and revitalizing an interest in tartans.  On the other hand, he was a Borderman with strong ties to England.  He sought not to separate Scotland and England, but to enhance Scotland's status within the British empire.  Many of his books, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ivanhoe&lt;/span&gt;, take place in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've read quite a few historical fiction novels in the past, so naturally we drew some comparisons between Scott and other authors such as Dumas, Hugo and Hawthorne.  There are significant differences in plot and character development, and we also noted the tendency of the French authors to go off on 30-40 page tangents about some historical fact, which Scott didn't do.  Overall, this novel was adventurous and quick-paced, but few of the characters developed or grew through the course of the story.  Brian de Bois-Guilbert seems to be the one character who changed significantly, and the internal conflict caused by those changes was his downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott brings the motif of disguise into the novel repeatedly.  Ivanhoe and King Richard are in disguise throughout much of the book, and even characters who aren't in disguise are frequently not what they seem or what they're expected to be.  The religious characters of the palmer, the prior, the friar, and the Templars are rarely, if ever, the morally upright characters one might expect, and in the case of the palmer, he isn't really even a palmer at all.  Wamba, Cedric, Gurth and Rebecca also disguise themselves at some point in the story, all with the intention of anonymously helping their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed Scott's treatment of Jews in the novel, and the fact that the portrayal of Jews and Christians' view of them was more a reflection of Scott's own time than King Richard's.  Scott's intention was to portray Isaac and Rebecca as sympathetic characters who are victims of prejudice, and overall he succeeded.  Rebecca is probably the most sympathetic and complex character in the novel, and Isaac, though somewhat a two-dimensional stereotype, also comes across as a kind man and loving father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering Sir Walter Scott's own history and sympathies, it seems he may have been drawing on his own struggle to bridge two worlds for inspiration while writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ivanhoe&lt;/span&gt;.  Though Ivanhoe is wounded and absent for much of the novel, he is clearly the hero because he is the character who is most influential in bringing together the Normans and Saxons, just as Scott worked to bring England and Scotland closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, discussion of the book brought to mind a number of related movies, in this case about the time period in which the book was set or about some of the characters in the book.  Some of the movies that were mentioned:  Ridley Scott's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/span&gt; (now in theaters), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knight's Tale&lt;/span&gt; (2001), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Knight&lt;/span&gt; (1995), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/span&gt; (1975), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Name of the Rose&lt;/span&gt; (1986).  Another book that was recommended was James Patterson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jester&lt;/span&gt;, a historical fiction novel set in the late 11th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no book for June.  We will instead have our annual pot luck and book exchange.  I'll email details about that, as well as our Shakespeare plays for summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-7862480893302528265?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/7862480893302528265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7862480893302528265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7862480893302528265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-meeting-recap.html' title='May Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/TAPIgcJAtKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/875ApYliC8k/s72-c/Ivanhoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-7183887922375461400</id><published>2010-04-30T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:59:47.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn Stockett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>April Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S9vDoZxJ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rDfIqgTZmHw/s1600/Thehelpbookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S9vDoZxJ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rDfIqgTZmHw/s320/Thehelpbookcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466177671623464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for April was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help: A Novel&lt;/span&gt; by Kathryn Stockett.  Thanks to our very own Kathryn for leading the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began with a discussion of Kathryn Stockett's childhood, why she chose to write this novel and write it in the way she did, and the research she did to ensure the authenticity of the voices and experiences in the novel.  The author gave &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/03/katie-couric-and-kathryn_n_483719.html"&gt;an interview with Katie Couric&lt;/a&gt; in which she explained much of this background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about the voices of the different women in the book, and about how the book was received by reviewers of various races.  The author was concerned about how it would be perceived that she, a white woman, was writing in the voice of two African-American maids.  And, in fact, there are reviewers who have objected that it's presumptuous for Stockett to write as if she knows what it's like to be in the position those maids were in.  However, we didn't feel that objection was any more valid than objecting to a male author writing female characters, or any other author writing about a group he or she doesn't belong to.  We felt all of the maids were depicted with respect and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot about the civil rights movement, particularly Martin Luther King Jr., the murder of Medgar Evers, and the role of the Catholic church in the protests in Selma, Alabama.  We discussed the many guises of prejudice in the book, and our own experiences with prejudice in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of movies were highly suggested by group members for those who are interested in another perspective on the subject of racial prejudice in America, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blind Side &lt;/span&gt;(2009), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Debaters&lt;/span&gt; (2007), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/span&gt; (1934).  The 1934 version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/span&gt; has been noted as the first film of major significance that offered a black role of meaning, substance and humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some relatively new members at April's meeting, so we took some time at the beginning of the meeting to tell a bit about ourselves and learn more about each other.  One of the many items of note we all learned is that we have a very talented landscape artist in the group.  If you're interested in having a look at her work, you can visit her web site: &lt;a href="http://www.annemariehall.com/"&gt;www.annemariehall.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for May is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ivanhoe &lt;/span&gt;by Sir Walter Scott.  Geri will be leading that discussion (Thanks, Geri!).  We'll be meeting at 9:00 am on May 12th at the Aliso Viejo Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.  Also, I'll be sending out the information shortly for the Shakespeare plays we'll be attending this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-7183887922375461400?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/7183887922375461400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7183887922375461400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7183887922375461400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-meeting-recap.html' title='April Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S9vDoZxJ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rDfIqgTZmHw/s72-c/Thehelpbookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-5594018320286751492</id><published>2010-03-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:55:50.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Barrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Ann Shaffer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>March Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S6kMBn1VrKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qwXs-NhGWNI/s1600-h/cov_guernsey_literary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S6kMBn1VrKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qwXs-NhGWNI/s400/cov_guernsey_literary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451902045920799906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month's book was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.  Thanks to Becky for leading the discussion.  We began with some background information on the authors and the history of the Nazi occupation of the Channel Islands before we talked about the book itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Shaffer was a West Virginia librarian and bibliophile whose dream was to "write a book that someone would like enough to publish."  She became interested in Guernsey while visiting London in 1980. On a whim, she  decided to fly to Guernsey but became stranded there when a thick fog descended.  While waiting for  the fog to lift, she read a book from the Guernsey airport bookstore called &lt;i&gt;Jersey under the Jack-Boot&lt;/i&gt;, the story of the Nazi occupation of the island.  Years later, when goaded by her book club to write a novel, she thought of the Channel Islands.  When her health began to decline, she asked her  niece, Annie Barrows (author of the &lt;i&gt;Ivy and Bean&lt;/i&gt; series for children, and &lt;i&gt;The Magic Half&lt;/i&gt;), to help her finish the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nazi occupation of the Channel Islands lasted from 30 June 1940 until the liberation on 9 May 1945.  In June 1940, Great Britain decided the islands served no strategic purpose.  After conscripting all able-bodied men and evacuating the children and much of the rest of the population, the British left the islands to the Germans.  The Nazis, not realizing there was no military force there to defend the islands, bombed the harbors of Jersey and Guernsey, killing 44 islanders.  Guernsey surrendered to the Germans on 30 June, and the nearly five-year occupation began.  The islanders were not liberated until after the German surrender to Allied forces on the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we thought the novel was an enjoyable read, though a "Costco book" as one member put it.  The book is set in 1946 post-occupation Guernsey, but the letters written back and forth are often about the occupation itself, how both the islanders and Germans suffered and coped, and what happened to them throughout the occupation.  Most of us felt we learned a bit of history of which we were previously unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, we enjoyed the fact that the novel was written in the form of letters between characters.  It was interesting and gave the book a very personal feel.  At times, though, it seemed ideas were left undeveloped, as if the author were skipping around episodically.  We saw parallels as the book progressed between Juliet's personal growth and Shaffer's growth as a writer.  Some of the slight disjointedness can probably be attributed to the fact that Barrows took over some of the writing and made changes to existing portions of the book.  It seems fairly obvious where she took over, because she seemed to have trouble hearing the voices of the characters as Shaffer did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plentiful references to the books the islanders were reading gave us an added perspective on the islanders' personalities and also planted seeds in some of our heads for future reading.  There are authors mentioned in the book whom many of us haven't read, and we're now curious to look into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we enjoyed about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; is that the author told the story of the Nazi occupation from a sympathetic, female point of view.  Unlike many authors who write stories about war, and about this war in particular, she gave a complex view of the Germans and the islanders and reminded us that there's potential for good and bad everywhere.  It's easy to depict enemy soldiers as evil and the occupied country as uniformly good, but Shaffer showed us a more human and compassionate view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also voted on our next two books and our summer Shakespeare plays.  We'll be reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ivanhoe &lt;/span&gt;by Sir Walter Scott for May and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Wolfe for October.  Over the summer, we'll be attending three Shakespeare plays, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Lear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taming of the Shrew&lt;/span&gt;, and we'll discuss them in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month's book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help&lt;/span&gt; by Kathryn Stockett.  Our very own Kathryn will be leading that discussion, same time, same place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-5594018320286751492?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/5594018320286751492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5594018320286751492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5594018320286751492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-meeting-recap.html' title='March Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S6kMBn1VrKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qwXs-NhGWNI/s72-c/cov_guernsey_literary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-1609879763509639142</id><published>2010-02-24T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:27:59.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Black Tulip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandre Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>February Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S4WsUyAeBUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-v-YMLPTjn4/s1600-h/240px-Alexandre_Dumas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S4WsUyAeBUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-v-YMLPTjn4/s320/240px-Alexandre_Dumas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441945197768213826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for February was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Tulip&lt;/span&gt;, the shortest of Alexandre Dumas' best-known novels.  Thanks to Sylvia for leading the discussion.  Dumas was one of the most popular writers of the French Romantic period, and was also among the most prolific, having written around 650 books, as well as plays, travel books, memoirs, histories, accounts of great crimes and numerous miscellaneous writings including his vast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Dictionnaire de Cuisine&lt;/span&gt;.  We talked a great deal about Dumas' life and about his father, who had a significant impact on Dumas and his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumas' father, born out of wedlock to the Marquis de La Pailleterie and a black Haitian slave, was a common soldier under the ancien régime who assumed his mother's name, Dumas, in 1786.  A man of commanding presence, great courage and colossal physical strength, he was known as the Black Devil.  He rose through the ranks to became a general in Napoleon's army at the age of 33.  He later quarreled with Napoleon and was dismissed, was captured by Ferdinand of Sicily while en route home, and was left to rot in prison for two years.  He returned home a broken man and died when Alexandre Dumas was only four.   Alexandre's memories and his mother's stories of his larger-than-life father's swashbuckling heroism made his late father the most significant and influential person in his life.  We can see the influence of Dumas' father in many of the author's characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young man, Alexandre went to Paris and obtained a post in the household of the Duke d'Orléans, the future King Louis-Philippe, but soon decided to try his fortune in the theatre.  After writing numerous successful plays, he turned to historical novels, creating exciting stories set against a colourful historical background, usually the 16th or 17th century.  Dumas was a celebrity in his own time and an extremely successful writer, but he lived very extravagantly and was forced to write more and more rapidly in order to pay his creditors, often employing collaborators who did research and worked out plot treatments. He ultimately left France to escape his creditors, among other reasons, but returned after his bankruptcy was settled.  He was a devoted republican, stood as a liberal candidate in several elections, ran guns for Garibaldi in Sicily, traveled extensively, flaunted his mistresses, and was the most flambouyant and famous Frenchman of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Tulip&lt;/span&gt; was a comparatively short work for Dumas, and a much more simple story than his longer novels.  The story begins with an historical event, the 1672 lynching of the Dutch Grand Pensionary, John De Witt&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and his brother Cornelius by an angry mob, very likely incited by agents of William of Orange.  At chapter five, Dumas switches gears and launches the main plot line, involving fictional characters.  The connection of those characters to the killing of the de Witt brothers is gradually revealed. &lt;p&gt;The city of Haarlem has offered a prize of 100,000 guilders to the person who can grow a black tulip, sparking competition between the country's best gardeners to win the money, honour and fame. Cornelius  de Witt's godson, Cornelius van Baerle, has almost succeeded, but is betrayed by his neighbor and suddenly thrown into Loevestein prison where he meets and falls in love with the prison guard's beautiful daughter Rosa, who will ultimately rescue him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The group liked the book overall, but it was a bit difficult for some of us, having read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;, to get as excited about this novel.  It isn't the same type of story of adventure and revenge, and there seemed to be a big disconnect between the first four chapters and the rest of the book.  However, it did deal with themes that are common threads throughout Dumas' work: justice, envy, wrongful imprisonment, and the moral development of rulers.  We saw the same extensive use of historical references for which Dumas is so well known, and we appreciated that Dumas' novels educate us about history and mythology without spoon-feeding it to us as many contemporary authors do.  We also noted that Dumas makes use of imagery of light and darkness in this novel to depict shades of good and evil, and to show the process of something good developing from the bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw some hints of Dumas' theatrical past in this novel.  There are numerous asides delivered by the narrator directly to the reader, which really threw us as we were reading.  This may also have been the result of serialization.  Since the novel was originally published in three installments, we think Dumas may have used these asides to wrap things up at the end of one installment and remind the reader of what happened previously at the beginning of the next installment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A final point of discussion was the problem that different translations pose.  Some of us had translations based on the original French version, and some on the pirated Belgian version.  Some had translations that read more like Dumas than others.  And some had translations with no historical introduction or footnotes, which made the many historical references very difficult to understand.  So in the future, we may do some research beforehand and decide on the best translation so we can all read the same one and get the most out of the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next month's book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Anne Shaffer.  Becky will be leading that discussion.  And I was mistaken in my last post--we'll actually be voting at the March meeting for our May book and the summer Shakespeare plays, so please send me your book nominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-1609879763509639142?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/1609879763509639142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1609879763509639142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/1609879763509639142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-meeting-recap.html' title='February Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S4WsUyAeBUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-v-YMLPTjn4/s72-c/240px-Alexandre_Dumas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-3131444455800991660</id><published>2010-01-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:33:37.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frances Hodgson Burnett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>January Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S1C6nq3Cz4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/mod-VgE2qQ0/s1600-h/Shuttle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S1C6nq3Cz4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/mod-VgE2qQ0/s320/Shuttle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427042741664272258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month's book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shuttle&lt;/span&gt; by Frances Hodgson Burnett, seems to have been a hit.  Thanks to Tonya for leading the discussion.  We started with biographical information on the author, which came up again and again as we discussed the book, as this novel was very much reflective of the author's own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett was born in Manchester, England and moved to America during the Civil War at the age of 15, after the death of her father.  She was a hugely successful and prolific writer with a career spanning 56 years, and wrote several well-known novels including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Lord Fauntleroy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Princess&lt;/span&gt;.  Her characters delighted in breaking down social, class and national distinctions.  Her novels are typically dominated by reversals of fortune and shifts in status and often feature both a very strong and a very weak character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author herself was in an unhappy marriage and had an ailing son while she was writing this novel.  The character of Ughtred calls to mind her own child and the character of Nigel Anstruthers is based on her own manipulative, abusive husband.  The tone of the novel became more dark and quick-moving as her own marriage deteriorated and ended, and she commented that killing off Nigel in the novel made her finally feel free of her own husband, whom she divorced.  Burnett herself appears to have been most like the character of Rosie in real life, while aspiring to be like Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our discussion of the book focused largely on character development and how the novel is a reflection of the era in which it was written and of the author's own experience.  Although some aspects of the novel were very modern (the final confrontation between Betty and Nigel, for instance) others were archaic and had to be interpreted from the perspective of that time period in order to be appreciated.  The awe in which everyone held Betty simply because she was a woman of both beauty and intelligence may be the most obvious example of this.  Overall, the group agreed that Burnett was very skilled at character development, presenting very strong and well-fleshed-out characters.  We were particularly struck by how masterfully she depicted Nigel's evilness and his steady deterioration.  We also appreciated the skill with which she illustrated the social constraints of that time and place, the effects they had on the various characters, and how Betty and G. Seldon helped Mount Dunstan escape them and think beyond the conventions of his time.  We also discussed the differences between Rosie and Betty's temperaments and the numerous factors (cultural, environmental, familial, inherent) that contributed to their personalities and to their strengths and weaknesses.  Why the daughter of one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world would do so little to help herself and protect her child was the focus of much discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month's book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Tulip&lt;/span&gt; by Alexandre Dumas.  From Amazon.com:  "Set in Holland in 1672, this timeless political allegory draws on the violence and crimes of history, making a case against tyranny and creating a symbol of justice and tolerance: the fateful tulipa negra."  Sylvia will be leading that discussion (Thanks, Sylvia!).  They have a few copies of the book at Barnes and Noble in Aliso Viejo and it is also available as a free e-book at &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/965"&gt;Project Gutenberg&lt;/a&gt;, if anyone still needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be voting at next month's meeting for the next bunch of reads, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please send me your nominations&lt;/span&gt;.  What we would like to do for the June potluck/book exchange, rather than reading and discussing a book, is have everyone bring their favorite poem to share with the group.  The plan for September is to attend a Shakespeare play (or two or three) together over the summer, read the plays, and discuss them at the September meeting.  So we'll be voting next month on which plays to see/read as well as on which book to read for the May meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-3131444455800991660?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/3131444455800991660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3131444455800991660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/3131444455800991660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-meeting-recap.html' title='January Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/S1C6nq3Cz4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/mod-VgE2qQ0/s72-c/Shuttle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-2485834287723191889</id><published>2009-12-09T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:39:49.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People of the Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geraldine Brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>December Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCbjHp5ZXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ciluq_M3lo0/s1600-h/book_pob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCbjHp5ZXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ciluq_M3lo0/s320/book_pob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413497779751839090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month's book was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/span&gt; by Geraldine Brooks.  Thanks to Geri for leading the discussion.  We began, as we usually do, with a biography of the author.  This was followed by an account of how the idea for the novel developed, a history of the Sarajevo Haggadah, and our thoughts on the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine Brooks is an Australian-born author and journalist who spent much of her journalism career covering crises in the Middle East, Africa and the Balkans.  She has published several fiction and non-fiction books, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;, for which she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 2006.  Brooks converted to Judaism after marrying fellow journalist Tony Horwitz, and she became an American citizen in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/span&gt; won both the Australian Book of the Year Award and the Australian Literary Fiction Award in 2008.  It is a fictionalized account of the history of a real book, the Sarajevo Haggadah, which grew out of Brooks' reporting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; on human interest &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCbHmcrQCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Qp503BeOaIw/s1600-h/haggadah_230px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCbHmcrQCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Qp503BeOaIw/s320/haggadah_230px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413497306981548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stories emerging in the aftermath of the 1991-1995 breakup of Yugoslavia.  The essential historical information surrounding the Sarajevo Haggadah in the book is factual. It was created in the middle of the 14th century, and is believed to have been taken out of Spain  by Spanish Jews during the expulsion of 1492.  Notes in the Haggadah's margins indicate that it surfaced in Italy in 1520 and that it was saved from being burned by the Inquisition in 1609.  It was sold in 1894 by a man named Josef Cohan to the National Museum in Sarajevo, which &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCarPwGkUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RSo957MpMCI/s1600-h/Sarejevohagadah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCarPwGkUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RSo957MpMCI/s320/Sarejevohagadah.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413496819852677442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sent it to Vienna for assessment.  The Haggadah again escaped destruction, this time at the hands of the Nazis, in 1941 when the Museum's chief librarian hid the manuscript and later smuggled it out of Sarajevo and handed it over to a Muslim cleric for safe-keeping.  During the Bosnian War in the early 1990s, the Haggadah was saved once again from the National Museum, which was on the front line, by the museum's director, who transferred it to the vault of the National Bank.  When the war was over, the President and Prime Minister of Bosnia presented the Haggadah at a community Seder in 1995.  The Haggadah is now on permanent display in the National Museum and is viewed by the people of Sarajevo as a symbol of their history of cultural and religious diversity and unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel was unique for us in that most of us seemed to have mixed opinions about it, and we think that's a result of the fact that it was written in a mixture of first and third person narrative and that the contemporary sections of the book seemed stylistically disconnected from the historical vignettes.  Brooks struggled for some time with how to handle the contemporary sections, ultimately settling on the idea of making the main character, Hanna, Australian because that was a voice Brooks understood.  Unfortunately, Hanna is a rather shallow character, which seems inappropriate both for her profession and for the gravity of the subject matter of the novel.  Other characters in the contemporary sections, such as Frau Zweig, also have some discordant qualities that distract from the narrative a bit.  We wondered if the novel would have been improved by removing the contemporary sections altogether and including Hanna's portion of the story as one more historical chapter.  One final criticism of the novel was that Brooks relies too heavily on narration to move the story along, rather than on action and dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, we felt the parallel of the story of the Haggadah and Hanna's personal journey was nicely done, illustrating that even when you're dealing with your own history, you still don't really know the whole story.  We also felt Brooks did a fine job of drawing us into the mystery of the Haggadah from the start and making us want to know it's history.  Who had handled it and where did it come from?  We liked the way she started with actual facts and wove multiple stories around them, and we appreciated that the stories she presented didn't always support Hanna's assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt this novel presented some very important historical and cultural information of which most people in our culture are unaware.  We discussed the connections between the rise of extreme nationalism and the persecution of Jews, as well as the more recent surges in those types of political movements in Europe and how they are often fueled by economic conditions.  We discussed the expulsion of the Jews from Spain in 1492 and why we only learn about the golden age of exploration in conjunction with Ferdinand and Isabella.  Should our kids be learning about these negative aspects of Ferdinand and Isabella's reign--of all of European history, for that matter--and can it be taught to them in age-appropriate ways?  Once again for our book group, a novel brought up the axiom that those who don't understand history are doomed to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for January will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shuttle&lt;/span&gt; by Frances Hodgson Burnett.  Tonya will be leading that discussion (Thanks, Tonya!)  We'll be meeting at 9:00 am on January 13th at the Aliso Viejo B&amp;amp;N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-2485834287723191889?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/2485834287723191889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2485834287723191889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/2485834287723191889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-meeting-recap.html' title='December Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SyCbjHp5ZXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ciluq_M3lo0/s72-c/book_pob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-5775103797500467511</id><published>2009-11-26T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:25:16.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Benioff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City of Thieves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><title type='text'>November Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sw8dqzYbIhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ed7cRTMZkK8/s1600/City-of-Thieves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sw8dqzYbIhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ed7cRTMZkK8/s320/City-of-Thieves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408574298679616018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our book for this month was David Benioff's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/span&gt;, a dark but humorous adventure story set during the Nazi siege of Leningrad.  The book received mixed reviews from the group, with some loving it, some just liking it, and some really disliking it.  But of course, that makes for a lively discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began with some background on the author, his research for the book, and the history of the siege of Leningrad.  This is Benioff's second novel.  His first, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 25th Hour&lt;/span&gt;, was adapted into a feature film, which launched Benioff's career as a screen writer.  His screenplays include "Troy", "Stay", "The Kiterunner" and "X-Men Origins: Wolverine".  He has also written a collection of short stories called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the Nines Roll Over&lt;/span&gt;, which appeared in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best New American Voices&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best Nonrequired American Reading&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/span&gt; is historical fiction which has been described as an adventure story, a bitter-sweet coming of age, and a very dark comedy.  Though the details of the siege are factual, Benioff's grandfather was actually born and lived his entire life in the northeastern U.S., Benioff's grandmother was a wonderful cook, and the David in the novel is not the author.  Benioff did a great deal of research before writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/span&gt;, reading dozens of books on the siege, most notably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nine Hundred Days&lt;/span&gt; by Harrison Salisbury and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaputt &lt;/span&gt;by Curzio Malaparte.  The details of the siege revealed in the novel are a factual glimpse into the horrors and privations suffered by the residents of Leningrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit about some of the major themes of the novel, one of which was patriotism.  We discussed Lev's and Kolya's ideas of patriotism and how Lev reconciles his sense of patriotism with what the NKVD did to his father.  We came to the conclusion that patriotism has little to do with one's feelings about the government or even the country as a whole, but with one's home and loved ones.  Lev is fighting for his city, his neighborhood, and the people he cares for.  We also discussed the idea of the evil without vs. the evil within.  Lev and Kolya have no great love for the Communists and are often contemptuous of their government and their countrymen, as evidenced by their discussions of Nazi vs. Communist propaganda, the hypocrisy of their leaders, the posters of famous people, and the surrender of the Muscovites.  But they understand that what's in store for them if they don't defeat the Nazis is far worse.  On a related note, we talked about Vika's assertion that when the NKVD torture and kill people, they're only doing their jobs.  We discussed whether that's a valid argument, whether it may be more valid in a totalitarian state than elsewhere, and the irony that the Nazi soldiers employed the same argument to justify their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theme that came up was human dignity vs. survival.  There are numerous examples in the book of degrading and inhuman things people did to stay alive, and the things that happened to them when they refused to comply, all of which were factual.  The graphic descriptions of these things and the sheer number of them were among the reasons some members really disliked the book.  Others argued that it's important to know and read about these things because they did happen, similar atrocities are happening in other totalitarian states today, and those who don't understand history are doomed to repeat it.  This led to a discussion of the experiences of family members who fled countries including Nazi Germany, Communist East Germany and Communist China.  Because these experiences are so traumatic for the people who have lived through them that they often can't ever discuss them, someone has to tell their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last major topic of discussion was the development of the characters, which those who disliked the book thought was lacking.  Others argued that it was appropriate for this type of novel and for the short-term relationship between the characters.  We felt it was fitting that we didn't know Kolya or Vika any more than Lev did, and because we didn't know them well we could imagine anyone being in their positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book for December is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/span&gt; by Geraldine Brooks.  Geri will be leading that discussion (Thanks, Geri!).  We'll be meeting on Wednesday, December 9th at 9:00 am at the Aliso Viejo Barnes and Noble, same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll also be voting on our February, March and April reads at the December meeting, so get your nominations in now.  You can email me directly or send them to oclitwits@yahoo.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-5775103797500467511?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/5775103797500467511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5775103797500467511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5775103797500467511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-meeting-recap.html' title='November Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sw8dqzYbIhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ed7cRTMZkK8/s72-c/City-of-Thieves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-8795354443922774995</id><published>2009-10-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:32:07.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><title type='text'>October Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/StgmvyAyplI/AAAAAAAAANU/Se4S-01Ja0A/s1600-h/1000+splendid+suns_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/StgmvyAyplI/AAAAAAAAANU/Se4S-01Ja0A/s320/1000+splendid+suns_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393103156096968274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you didn't make it to Wednesday's meeting, I'm sorry to tell you, you missed a great discussion of a wonderful book.  A big "thank you" to Kathryn for leading the discussion this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book for this month was Khaled Hosseini's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;.  This is the second book the group has read by this author, the first being his debut novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began with a high-level overview of the tumultuous history of Afghanistan and a brief biography of the author.  We also watched an interview with the author (Thanks to Geri for bringing that to the meeting) which you'll find embedded below, in which he talks about his visit to Afghanistan and how it led to this novel.  And we discussed some of this week's headlines from the O.C. Register regarding election fraud, attacks by Pakistan, and calls for more U.S. troops, that demonstrate that the current situation in Afghanistan is a continuation of the turmoil that has plagued the country for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a55b22e140dbf6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a55b22e140dbf6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220985%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD96E91DF81FF0FF286C675CFD69C70D97FCE95.31B4A9D613B70C8AF25BBB4D6DA4924E048B3653%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a55b22e140dbf6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJo3z15942kbZ0QMni8g5H1gOIv0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a55b22e140dbf6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220985%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD96E91DF81FF0FF286C675CFD69C70D97FCE95.31B4A9D613B70C8AF25BBB4D6DA4924E048B3653%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a55b22e140dbf6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJo3z15942kbZ0QMni8g5H1gOIv0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel was a heart-wrenching story of two women in Afghanistan, Mariam and Laila, and how their love for each other gave them hope in a seemingly hopeless situation.  We discussed the opinions about women held by various male characters in the book and how culture affects women's views of themselves.  We talked about how the restrictions the Taliban imposed on women influenced women's sense of self-worth both positively and negatively and how Mariam's sense of dignity and self-esteem changed throughout the novel as a result of her relationships with her parents, her husband and Laila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppression is a focal point of the novel, and we talked about the many forms of torture, manipulation and control that were exhibited by different characters, but particularly by Rasheed toward Mariam and Laila.  We discussed whether oppressive regimes cause this type of behavior or whether, perhaps, they simply condone it and allow it to flourish.  Would Rasheed have been essentially the same type of person if he were living in a different culture?  We also noted that there were times when Mariam seemed flattered by things Rasheed did that we considered abusive or oppressive (requiring her to wear a burka or to shut herself in her room when company came over, for instance).  We wondered if Stockholm syndrome might be at play or if Mariam viewed these things as a show of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed the meaning of the title and its significance in the novel.  We decided the author is saying that the people of Afghanistan are points of hope and love in an otherwise horrible situation.  Each one must decide whether they will   continue to hope and fight to improve the situation in their country or let it cripple them.  Throughout the book, Hosseini shows glimmers  of hope and goodness, particularly with Laila's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the characters and themes of the book, we also talked about a number of thoughts to which the book led us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is ideology primarily a tool for gaining power?  How did Rasheed's behavior support that theory?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Why has Afghanistan experienced such political turmoil for so long?  What external forces and other circumstances have contributed to this?  Is it likely to change? What would have to happen to make the country stable?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How might Afghanistan and the Middle East as a whole be different today if the USSR had remained in power in Afghanistan?  How would everyone, including the US, have been better or worse off?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How have lack of consistent education, prevalence of cheap heroin, religious fundamentalism and lack of access to unbiased information contributed to Afghanistan's instability and to the outlook of its people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do culture and tolerance differ from one mid-eastern country to another? From one western country to another?  Is it human nature to form prejudicial views about people from other cultures?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After reading this book, many of us realized how very little we really knew about Afghanistan, its political history and the effects of the constant turmoil on the people who live there.  I think we're all a little wiser for having read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month, the book will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/span&gt; by David Benioff, an adventure story both humorous and grim, set during the Nazi siege of Leningrad. We'll be meeting on the third Wednesday (11/18) rather than the second Wednesday, due to the holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-8795354443922774995?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/8795354443922774995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/8795354443922774995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/8795354443922774995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-meeting-recap.html' title='October Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/StgmvyAyplI/AAAAAAAAANU/Se4S-01Ja0A/s72-c/1000+splendid+suns_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-5795186893607261465</id><published>2009-09-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:37:05.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P. G. Wodehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wrong Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Damsel in Distress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Louis Stevenson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prince and the Pauper'/><title type='text'>September Meeting Recap</title><content type='html'>We had our first meeting of the new school year this morning.  Thanks for coming, to all those who were able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from today's meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the idea of reading three books on a similar theme went over well, though a few of us (me, for instance) had some trouble remembering what we read back in June.  Generally speaking, people enjoyed Wodehouse and Twain much more than Stevenson.  Several of us found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Box&lt;/span&gt; rather dark and felt the writing style was forced, though a couple people found it humorous and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed the different viewpoints of the authors regarding social and moral issues and how those viewpoints were reflected in their writing styles.  Twain was very outspoken regarding social issues, Wodehouse avoided even thinking about such things, and Stevenson held the view that moral issues had no place in romantic literature, though in his later books he grappled with those issues anyway.  We also discussed the theme of status, and how status or perception of status affects a character's level of power.  And then we discussed a bit how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince and the Pauper&lt;/span&gt; compares to Dickens' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt;, which made several of us decide we must re-read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What we'll be reading next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We voted for the next bunch of reads this morning, and this is how it turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/span&gt; by David Benioff&lt;br /&gt;December: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/span&gt; by Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;January: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shuttle&lt;/span&gt; by Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our next meeting on October 14th we're reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt; by Khaled Hosseini, and Kathryn will be leading that discussion (Thanks Kathryn!).  We also have a leader for January's discussion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shuttle &lt;/span&gt;(Thanks Tonya!), and December's discussion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/span&gt; (Thanks Geri!) but still need someone to lead for November, so if anyone's interested please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-5795186893607261465?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/5795186893607261465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-meeting-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5795186893607261465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/5795186893607261465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-meeting-recap.html' title='September Meeting Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-6961937661118897170</id><published>2009-07-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:41:42.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book exchange'/><title type='text'>Play Date and Book Exchange</title><content type='html'>Well, we all had a great time at the park today...once we got everyone to the right park.  The kids had fun playing and we grown-ups got to catch up.  And best of all, we all came home with new books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next play date/book exchange will be at 10:00 on Wednesday August 12th.  Please note, we're meeting at COSTEAU PARK ON THE CORNER OF COSTEAU AND ALICIA PARKWAY IN LAGUNA HILLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-6961937661118897170?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/6961937661118897170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-date-and-book-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6961937661118897170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/6961937661118897170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-date-and-book-exchange.html' title='Play Date and Book Exchange'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-7215516835692754873</id><published>2009-07-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:53:55.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Barrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainer Maria Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potluck books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Ann Shaffer'/><title type='text'>Potluck Books--The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SkwoM0Pd6LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Gomr-8oRpy4/s1600-h/Guernsey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SkwoM0Pd6LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Gomr-8oRpy4/s200/Guernsey.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698257683736754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the first in a series (hopefully) of reviews of the books that were exchanged at June's potluck and book exchange.  The book I brought home with me that day was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt;, a novel by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.  And here's what I thought of the book, without giving anything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is set in 1946 post-occupation Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands.  Juliet Ashton, an English writer, has received a letter from a resident of Guernsey, Dawsey Adams, who is a founding member of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.  Juliet is intrigued by the society and how it came to be, and by the stories of the Nazi occupation related to her by Dawsey and other society members.  She believes she has the beginnings of her next article and travels to Guernsey to meet and interview the society members and others who lived through the occupation and to write their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; is a unique book in a number of respects.  It is written entirely in the format of letters--personal correspondence between Juliet and her friends, acquaintances and business associates.  This gives the novel a very personal feel, and we are able to see things from the points of view of many different characters.  Another unique aspect of the book is that it was written by one author, with revisions made after her death by a second author.  Unfortunately, I felt this gave the book a somewhat disjointed feel.  There were passages in which the writing style changed noticeably, which detracted from the overall cohesiveness of the book.  Lastly, this book is somewhat unusual in that the authors use a wide range of literature to reveal things about the characters reading the books.  We learn about characters in part by learning what books they chose to read and why they chose to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One critic summed the book up as "a small masterpiece about love, war, and the immeasurable sustenance to be found in good books and good friends."  I'm not sure I'd go so far as to call it a masterpiece, but it was a great pleasure to read and a moving story about love, heroism, and how literature can bring out the best in us and bind us together, even in the most difficult of circumstances, regardless of cultural or social differences.  And, as an added bonus, I discovered some real gems among the books the islanders read, such as the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, which I'm now reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-7215516835692754873?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/7215516835692754873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/07/potluck-books-guernsey-literary-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7215516835692754873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/7215516835692754873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/07/potluck-books-guernsey-literary-and.html' title='Potluck Books--The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/SkwoM0Pd6LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Gomr-8oRpy4/s72-c/Guernsey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904297863258358548.post-538438619364104873</id><published>2009-06-20T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:16:56.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P. G. Wodehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wrong Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Damsel in Distress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Louis Stevenson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prince and the Pauper'/><title type='text'>Summer Reads</title><content type='html'>We're trying something new this summer--reading a set of three books with a common theme.  The books for September are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Damsel in Distress&lt;/span&gt; by P. G. Wodehouse, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Box&lt;/span&gt; by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince and the Pauper&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Twain.  All three are short humorous novels that deal with the theme of mistaken identity.  We'll be meeting at 9:00 on September 9th at Barnes and Noble in Aliso Viejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2KIYhYHvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFcAovmjbMo/s1600-h/Damsel+in+Distress_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2KIYhYHvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFcAovmjbMo/s200/Damsel+in+Distress_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349583809012047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el in Distress&lt;/span&gt; is one of Wodehouse's earlier novels about Belpher Castle, the idyllic home of the aristocratic Marshmoreton family.  In the story, golf-loving American composer George Bevan falls in love with a mysterious young lady who takes refuge in his taxicab one day. When he tracks her down to Belpher Castle, mistaken identity leads to all manner of brouhaha...  Wodehouse was born in Surrey, England but moved to Long Island and later became an American citizen.  He published more than ninety books and twenty film scripts and collaborated on more than thirty plays and musical comedies in a career that spanned more than seventy years.  His novels and short stories often feature nitwitted aristocrats, tyrannical relatives, young love in bloom, and hilarious misunderstandings.  He is widely lauded as the greatest British humorist of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2Mhd09mVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WmDIokXMs4M/s1600-h/Wrong+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2Mhd09mVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WmDIokXMs4M/s200/Wrong+Box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349586438956357970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rong Box&lt;/span&gt; was written by Robert Louis Stevenson with his stepson Lloyd Osborne.  It is a black comedy, turning on mistaken identity and the disappearance of a corpse.  In this intriguing work, the Finsbury family has long been involved in a Tontine--a scheme in which subscribers invest money in a fund which then falls to the last survivor. Now there are only two aging brothers standing between Morris and John Finsbury and their fortune. A railway accident appears to dispose of one, and then the farce begins.  Robert Louis Stevenson was one of the most-read adventure novelists of the late 1800s. Among his most popular books were &lt;i&gt;Kidnapped&lt;/i&gt; (1886), &lt;i&gt;The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;/i&gt; (1886), and &lt;i&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/i&gt; (1883).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Box&lt;/span&gt; was a departure from his more typical novels and was the first of three novels that Stevenson co-wrote with Osbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mark Twain&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2V5P5dylI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mcmA-gF06ys/s1600-h/Prince+and+the+Pauper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2V5P5dylI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mcmA-gF06ys/s200/Prince+and+the+Pauper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349596743138658898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince and the Pauper&lt;/span&gt;, two boys in sixteenth-century England trade clothing one afternoon and, as a result, trade lives as well.  The adventure begins when the prince discovers a bruise on Tom's hand and rushes out of the palace, paying no heed to the way he is dressed, to rebuke the guard. The guard, believing that the prince is the pauper, immediately puts him out of the gates, and thus the stage is set for Edward Tudor to experience the life of a commoner and for Tom Canty to live the life of a real-life prince.  Mark Twain was one of America's foremost realists and humorists, and usually wrote of things he knew about from firsthand experience.  Though &lt;i&gt;The Prince and the Pauper &lt;/i&gt;is not based on personal experience, Twain uses the experiences of two young boys gradually losing their innocence, as he did in both &lt;i&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Huck Finn&lt;/i&gt;.  In this novel he also addresses nobility and royalty, political divisions which he enjoyed deriding, and social injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having trouble finding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Damsel in Distress&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Box&lt;/span&gt;, they are both available through online booksellers and can be read online at &lt;a href="http://www.bookrags.com"&gt;Bookrags&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904297863258358548-538438619364104873?l=oclitwits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/feeds/538438619364104873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reads.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/538438619364104873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904297863258358548/posts/default/538438619364104873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oclitwits.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reads.html' title='Summer Reads'/><author><name>Jennifer Stotz Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657735129872015122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6owSeEkSjmI/Sj2KIYhYHvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFcAovmjbMo/s72-c/Damsel+in+Distress_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
