I'm finally taking some vacation time from the paper. You know it's been a long time since you've taken vacation when your co-workers' response is "I never thought I'd see the day." Jeez.
Anyway, can't afford to go anywhere, so I just planned to make it a spring-cleaning and fix-up time around the house, and also see if I couldn't get the car in for what I was sure would be a much-needed tune-up. I was right about that.
I'm still working at the mall while on my vacation, and just as I was pulling out of the garage to go to work last night, boom, everything shut down -- engine, electrical, everything. The ignition would crank, but it wouldn't turn over. So mom let me borrow her truck to get to work, and then today a friend came over to take a look at mine. We replaced the spark plugs and the cords, but no luck. And turns out the mechanic I've been to here couldn't do much more. There's another mechanic in town, but we haven't had the best experience with them. So I had to call a tow service and to have it taken to a mechanic in the city that I've worked with before. So I could be carless until after the holiday, if it's something big. (Thanks for the help, Max!)
Other than that, vacation's going OK. I just gave the kitchen floors a good cleaning and am sitting on the porch in the cool night air while they dry. Buster is snoozing on the sidewalk. Hope no one's going for late-night walk. And the bugs are really being drawn to my laptop screen, so it might be about time to go in.
I guess tomorrow, I'll tackle more of the cleaning. I was going to try to shampoo my carpets before the weekend, but I had hoped to spend today vacuuming. So maybe I'll do that tomorrow and see if I can get a shampooer on Sunday, since I work at the mall again Saturday. Otherwise, I guess it'll wait until Tuesday. I'm off from the mall Sunday through Wednesday, so that gives me time. And then my brother will be here for the rest of the week, so even with the car problems, it should be a decent time off.
I did pick up a few books at the library too. Current read is Zen and Now: On the Trail of Robert Pirsig and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" years ago, and can't say I remember much about it. But reading this one is bringing some of it back, and it's interesting to see through Richardson's book how much has changed since Pirsig's trip, and how much hasn't really. I may have to go find a copy of the original, too, for a re-read.
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Friday, September 28, 2007
A winner
Not too many books make me go "wow" after I flip the last page, but The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney did just that.
The book was a suprise winner of the 2006 Book of the Year at the Costa Awards, Britain's most prestigious book awards.
The story revolves around the murder of a French trapper in Canada's Northern Territory in the 1870s. He is discovered by a neighbor, Mrs. Ross, who soon realizes that she has not seen her teenage son, Francis, since just before the time the trapper was killed. Because the town is a Company town (as in the Hudson Bay Company), two representatives are sent to investigate. Mrs. Ross is nervous about the disappearance of her son, but her husband won't go look for him. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she sets out to find him. Trouble is, the stranger is also a suspect. She doesn't know if she can trust him, but he's her only way to find her son. And one of the company men is following their trail. And then there's the mysterious bone carving that brings a once-famous journalist and tracker back to the area, a man with a connection to the local magistrate's family.
There are a lot of subplots involved in this book, and the narrative jumps from different points of view -- Mrs. Ross' narration is the only one in first-person -- so this isn't a light read. But Penney weaves these points of view and stories with skill and beauty. And her descriptions of the Canadian wilderness remind me of Tony Hillerman, author of the the Navajo cop series, and how he makes the landscape of the Southwest a part of the story and his characters. Penney does the same with the frozen forests and plains of the north. The amazing thing is, the British author has never been there. In fact, she was until just a few years ago, agoraphobic. She had to train herself to be able to take the short bus ride to the library to research the book.
Part msytery, part adventure, part romance, this was just an amazing book. Penney is reportedly at work on another book. I'll be looking for that one.
The book was a suprise winner of the 2006 Book of the Year at the Costa Awards, Britain's most prestigious book awards.
The story revolves around the murder of a French trapper in Canada's Northern Territory in the 1870s. He is discovered by a neighbor, Mrs. Ross, who soon realizes that she has not seen her teenage son, Francis, since just before the time the trapper was killed. Because the town is a Company town (as in the Hudson Bay Company), two representatives are sent to investigate. Mrs. Ross is nervous about the disappearance of her son, but her husband won't go look for him. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she sets out to find him. Trouble is, the stranger is also a suspect. She doesn't know if she can trust him, but he's her only way to find her son. And one of the company men is following their trail. And then there's the mysterious bone carving that brings a once-famous journalist and tracker back to the area, a man with a connection to the local magistrate's family.
There are a lot of subplots involved in this book, and the narrative jumps from different points of view -- Mrs. Ross' narration is the only one in first-person -- so this isn't a light read. But Penney weaves these points of view and stories with skill and beauty. And her descriptions of the Canadian wilderness remind me of Tony Hillerman, author of the the Navajo cop series, and how he makes the landscape of the Southwest a part of the story and his characters. Penney does the same with the frozen forests and plains of the north. The amazing thing is, the British author has never been there. In fact, she was until just a few years ago, agoraphobic. She had to train herself to be able to take the short bus ride to the library to research the book.
Part msytery, part adventure, part romance, this was just an amazing book. Penney is reportedly at work on another book. I'll be looking for that one.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Two books
Two recent reading choices. I've been meaning to do this, and now the books are overdue, dang it. I keep the library going single-handedly, I think. But I'm avoiding mowing the lawn, so this is convenient.
One Night at the Call Center, by Chetan Bhagat was a good, light read. Not a great book, but a nice, funny, simple read. It takes place at a call center for an American company in India where the twenty-something employees worry about their low pay, possible layoffs, their relationships, bosses who take credit for their work ... not much different from their American counterparts. But it does give some interesting insight into the cultural difficulties they face, in trying to live in a modern world but also honor their parents' more traditional lifestyles, and how they view Americans.
While the call center is down with some technical problems, they skip out of the office for a while to have some fun at a club, then on the drive back get into a bit of a predicament. While wondering if they're going to die, they get a call ... from God. God is very cheerful, maybe a little too cheerful, really. And he leads them to consider their lives and how to change them for the better. It's amusing, but full of stuff you'd read in dozens of self-help manuals (the author even includes a short self-help style quiz at the beginning), and then the book just gets unbelievable. Well, I mean, God calling on your cell phone is pretty spectacular, but I can suspend my disbelief over something like that. It's the anti-American sentiment that gets a bit hard to take, and makes the climax hard to believe. Add to that a prologue and epilogue to make you gag, and this is only a so-so book.
Scoop by Rene Gutteridge was much better. In fact, I was well into the book before I began to suspect that maybe I'd picked up something in a genre I would otherwise not have thought about -- Christian fiction. Scoop takes place in a last-place TV news station. There's quite a cast of characters here, from Hugo, the stressed-out news producer who's also dealing with a boss who's younger and ethically challenged, and a troubled family life; an aging news anchor who has an unfortunate Botox incident; Ray, the intrepid reporter who gets attacked on live TV; and a whole bunch more.
What attracted me to this book, obviously, was the setting in a newsroom. Yes, I work in print, but a newsroom is a newsroom, and there was a lot here that's true to life: the clashing personalities, the argument of doing "sexy" stories to sell papers/attract viewers vs. more boring but informative stories, and the absurdity that oddly enough comes with the adrenaline of breaking news. Gutteridge captured that really well.
The main character here is Hayden Hazard, Hugo's new assistant. The story starts 5 years before the main action, at the funeral of Hayden's parents, founders of the family clown business. Yes, I said clowns. The Hazards learn that with their parents' deaths, the family business has been sold, and the close-knit, homeschooled, religious clan must now go make their own ways in the world. Rather than seeing the story through her point of view, however, we see it through just about everyone BUT Hayden's eyes. We get to see her, and how she lives and talks about her faith. And you see how it affects the other characters. It's kind of sneaky way of putting religion in a novel, but it works. It's not preachy, it's not in your face. And Gutteridge acknowledges that organized religion isn't perfect in a scene with Ray at his church.
Everything gets wrapped up rather neatly, no one turns out to be truly bad (even the bad guy makes some very valid points about the state of journalism today) and the mystery is kind of predictable. But Gutteridge has a great writing style that is humorous and contains dead-on satire of the news industry. I read this over my lunch breaks, and I was always sorry when I had to put the book down at the end of the hour.
This is actually the first in "The Occupational Hazards" series, each focusing on one of the Hazard clan. The second one, "Snitch," is centered around Hayden's sister Mack, a Las Vegas undercover cop. I'll look for this one, too, and hope the writing (and non-preachyness) stay consistent.
One Night at the Call Center, by Chetan Bhagat was a good, light read. Not a great book, but a nice, funny, simple read. It takes place at a call center for an American company in India where the twenty-something employees worry about their low pay, possible layoffs, their relationships, bosses who take credit for their work ... not much different from their American counterparts. But it does give some interesting insight into the cultural difficulties they face, in trying to live in a modern world but also honor their parents' more traditional lifestyles, and how they view Americans.
While the call center is down with some technical problems, they skip out of the office for a while to have some fun at a club, then on the drive back get into a bit of a predicament. While wondering if they're going to die, they get a call ... from God. God is very cheerful, maybe a little too cheerful, really. And he leads them to consider their lives and how to change them for the better. It's amusing, but full of stuff you'd read in dozens of self-help manuals (the author even includes a short self-help style quiz at the beginning), and then the book just gets unbelievable. Well, I mean, God calling on your cell phone is pretty spectacular, but I can suspend my disbelief over something like that. It's the anti-American sentiment that gets a bit hard to take, and makes the climax hard to believe. Add to that a prologue and epilogue to make you gag, and this is only a so-so book.
Scoop by Rene Gutteridge was much better. In fact, I was well into the book before I began to suspect that maybe I'd picked up something in a genre I would otherwise not have thought about -- Christian fiction. Scoop takes place in a last-place TV news station. There's quite a cast of characters here, from Hugo, the stressed-out news producer who's also dealing with a boss who's younger and ethically challenged, and a troubled family life; an aging news anchor who has an unfortunate Botox incident; Ray, the intrepid reporter who gets attacked on live TV; and a whole bunch more.
What attracted me to this book, obviously, was the setting in a newsroom. Yes, I work in print, but a newsroom is a newsroom, and there was a lot here that's true to life: the clashing personalities, the argument of doing "sexy" stories to sell papers/attract viewers vs. more boring but informative stories, and the absurdity that oddly enough comes with the adrenaline of breaking news. Gutteridge captured that really well.
The main character here is Hayden Hazard, Hugo's new assistant. The story starts 5 years before the main action, at the funeral of Hayden's parents, founders of the family clown business. Yes, I said clowns. The Hazards learn that with their parents' deaths, the family business has been sold, and the close-knit, homeschooled, religious clan must now go make their own ways in the world. Rather than seeing the story through her point of view, however, we see it through just about everyone BUT Hayden's eyes. We get to see her, and how she lives and talks about her faith. And you see how it affects the other characters. It's kind of sneaky way of putting religion in a novel, but it works. It's not preachy, it's not in your face. And Gutteridge acknowledges that organized religion isn't perfect in a scene with Ray at his church.
Everything gets wrapped up rather neatly, no one turns out to be truly bad (even the bad guy makes some very valid points about the state of journalism today) and the mystery is kind of predictable. But Gutteridge has a great writing style that is humorous and contains dead-on satire of the news industry. I read this over my lunch breaks, and I was always sorry when I had to put the book down at the end of the hour.
This is actually the first in "The Occupational Hazards" series, each focusing on one of the Hazard clan. The second one, "Snitch," is centered around Hayden's sister Mack, a Las Vegas undercover cop. I'll look for this one, too, and hope the writing (and non-preachyness) stay consistent.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Lost and Found
Finished reading another book -- Alison Winn Scotch's "The Department of Lost and Found." It's a novel about breast cancer. Well, it's a novel about a woman dealing with the affects of breast cancer. I was a little apprehensive about reading this, but it was a good read.
It's the story of Natalie Miller, a 30-year-old senior aide for an up-and-coming New York woman senator (sound familiar? Nah!) when she learns she has breast cancer ... the same day her boyfriend tells her he's seeing someone else and dumps her. While going through chemo and surgery she's got political drama to deal with, being her best friend's maid of honor, and a lot more.
What I liked about the book is that it doesn't really dwell on her cancer. And the parts that do aren't melodramatic or unrealistic. The narrative actuallly takes place between her chemo treatments, so it focuses more on the after effects -- like trying to live your life around the side effects, and how all the downtime and staring at your mortality starts to change your outlook on life and your relationships. And that's what she does. She examines her motives in her work, her relationships with family and especially the men in her life. And she gets a dog (my favorite part of the story).
There were some moments that got me choked up, remembering some of my own feelings in similar circumstances, but really the book is quite hopeful. And there's actually lots to laugh at too. That's surpising, considering Scotch's inspiration for the book was the loss of a good friend to breast cancer. So if you're a survivor -- or know one -- don't be afraid to pick this one up.
It's the story of Natalie Miller, a 30-year-old senior aide for an up-and-coming New York woman senator (sound familiar? Nah!) when she learns she has breast cancer ... the same day her boyfriend tells her he's seeing someone else and dumps her. While going through chemo and surgery she's got political drama to deal with, being her best friend's maid of honor, and a lot more.
What I liked about the book is that it doesn't really dwell on her cancer. And the parts that do aren't melodramatic or unrealistic. The narrative actuallly takes place between her chemo treatments, so it focuses more on the after effects -- like trying to live your life around the side effects, and how all the downtime and staring at your mortality starts to change your outlook on life and your relationships. And that's what she does. She examines her motives in her work, her relationships with family and especially the men in her life. And she gets a dog (my favorite part of the story).
There were some moments that got me choked up, remembering some of my own feelings in similar circumstances, but really the book is quite hopeful. And there's actually lots to laugh at too. That's surpising, considering Scotch's inspiration for the book was the loss of a good friend to breast cancer. So if you're a survivor -- or know one -- don't be afraid to pick this one up.
Monday, July 23, 2007
What I'm reading
Wow, didn't realize how long it had been since my last post. I have some things going on, but not really something I care to put out on the Web right now. Maybe later.
I have been doing a lot reading, so maybe I'll discuss that. One of the recent books I read was Flesh and Bone. Not a good book to read on your lunch hour. It's actually written by two guys, one of whom is the founder of the (real) Body Farm, a research facility in Tennesse where they study the decomposition of bodies. The forensics in this was VERY desecriptive (hence the warning about lunch) and that stuff was interesting. The rest of the book was just kind of *eh*. I really didn't care for the relationship stuff and, really, did we need a detailed descripton and/or the history of EVERY street the main character drove on?
I've also read the two books in Jasper Fforde's "Nursery Crimes" series, The Big Over Easy and The Fourth Bear. These were great, if you like a mystery with some humor in it. Or if you just like something a bit absurd, a bit along the lines of Douglas Adams' Hitchikers' Guide to the Galaxy series (hmmm ... Jasper Fforde ... Ford Prefect?). If you don't remember much about nursery rhymes, though, a lot of the books will be over your head.
Right now, I'm reading a mystery that is also a bit unusual. Three Bags Full is about the murder of an Irish shepherd, told from the point of view of the detectives ... his sheep. Very smart sheep. So far it's very entetaining, and the sheep are already putting the clues together. Even if they don't necessarily know what a "clue" is.
That's about it for now. Later.
I have been doing a lot reading, so maybe I'll discuss that. One of the recent books I read was Flesh and Bone. Not a good book to read on your lunch hour. It's actually written by two guys, one of whom is the founder of the (real) Body Farm, a research facility in Tennesse where they study the decomposition of bodies. The forensics in this was VERY desecriptive (hence the warning about lunch) and that stuff was interesting. The rest of the book was just kind of *eh*. I really didn't care for the relationship stuff and, really, did we need a detailed descripton and/or the history of EVERY street the main character drove on?
I've also read the two books in Jasper Fforde's "Nursery Crimes" series, The Big Over Easy and The Fourth Bear. These were great, if you like a mystery with some humor in it. Or if you just like something a bit absurd, a bit along the lines of Douglas Adams' Hitchikers' Guide to the Galaxy series (hmmm ... Jasper Fforde ... Ford Prefect?). If you don't remember much about nursery rhymes, though, a lot of the books will be over your head.
Right now, I'm reading a mystery that is also a bit unusual. Three Bags Full is about the murder of an Irish shepherd, told from the point of view of the detectives ... his sheep. Very smart sheep. So far it's very entetaining, and the sheep are already putting the clues together. Even if they don't necessarily know what a "clue" is.
That's about it for now. Later.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Hi there
I know it's been awhile since I posted, and I even have some things to talk about.
This past week I had my last three-month checkup with my oncologist, with bloodwork and a chest X-ray a few days beforehand. All were OK! I will see her next in December. The six-month checkups will continue for three years, I think -- until I am five years out -- and then it will just be once a year until I reach 10 years out. I still have a mammogram coming up Tuesday and then a visit with my surgeon the week after that. My oncologist did recommend I get an MRI in conjunction with mammograms from now on, as new research recommends for women with a high risk of breast cancer. I plan to ask my surgeon about this, but I can probably guess what she will say, since she and my oncologist work pretty closely. I'll have to go to Wichita to get it done, because there are some requirements for that they can't meet here.
Anyway, not much more than that has really been going on. Today I kind of wasted much of the day playing a new game I found, Bowmaster, kind of a defend your castle/capture the flag type game. I got to level 20, and it's not real fast-paced game, so you can guess how much time I wasted. But I redeemed myself somewhat, when during a break from the game, I saw on a local Web site that the local Habitat for Humanity was having regular build days for the house they're building here for a family on Fridays and Saturdays. It's the group's first house, and they've had some trouble getting the volunteer work going. There was just a small crew there -- the husband/father of the family getting the house, a married couple and then an older guy. They were all pretty nice, and I got to pound a few nails, help put together a corner piece for the framing, and help put up a couple pieces of framing for the garage. It was kind of fun, and a good way to spend the afternoon. My wrist can really feel the effects of the pounding, though.
Tomorrow will probably be some mowing, and more reading. Yesterday, I finished up The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon. I liked it OK enough, but it took awhile to get into. I didn't know before reading it that it takes place in an alternate reality, so I spent the first couple of chapters wondering what the heck was going on. Then it took a few chapters to get my mind wrapped around that concept. But once I settled in, it was OK, if not maybe a bit too long.
Now I'm reading something a bit lighter, a mystery ba David Rosenfelt called Play Dead. I passed it over once or twice already at the library, because I wasn't sure how I'd handle a story involving dogs, but I'm enjoying it, really.
It's getting late, and I've already spent more than enough time on the computer today, so time to say goodnight.
This past week I had my last three-month checkup with my oncologist, with bloodwork and a chest X-ray a few days beforehand. All were OK! I will see her next in December. The six-month checkups will continue for three years, I think -- until I am five years out -- and then it will just be once a year until I reach 10 years out. I still have a mammogram coming up Tuesday and then a visit with my surgeon the week after that. My oncologist did recommend I get an MRI in conjunction with mammograms from now on, as new research recommends for women with a high risk of breast cancer. I plan to ask my surgeon about this, but I can probably guess what she will say, since she and my oncologist work pretty closely. I'll have to go to Wichita to get it done, because there are some requirements for that they can't meet here.
Anyway, not much more than that has really been going on. Today I kind of wasted much of the day playing a new game I found, Bowmaster, kind of a defend your castle/capture the flag type game. I got to level 20, and it's not real fast-paced game, so you can guess how much time I wasted. But I redeemed myself somewhat, when during a break from the game, I saw on a local Web site that the local Habitat for Humanity was having regular build days for the house they're building here for a family on Fridays and Saturdays. It's the group's first house, and they've had some trouble getting the volunteer work going. There was just a small crew there -- the husband/father of the family getting the house, a married couple and then an older guy. They were all pretty nice, and I got to pound a few nails, help put together a corner piece for the framing, and help put up a couple pieces of framing for the garage. It was kind of fun, and a good way to spend the afternoon. My wrist can really feel the effects of the pounding, though.
Tomorrow will probably be some mowing, and more reading. Yesterday, I finished up The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon. I liked it OK enough, but it took awhile to get into. I didn't know before reading it that it takes place in an alternate reality, so I spent the first couple of chapters wondering what the heck was going on. Then it took a few chapters to get my mind wrapped around that concept. But once I settled in, it was OK, if not maybe a bit too long.
Now I'm reading something a bit lighter, a mystery ba David Rosenfelt called Play Dead. I passed it over once or twice already at the library, because I wasn't sure how I'd handle a story involving dogs, but I'm enjoying it, really.
It's getting late, and I've already spent more than enough time on the computer today, so time to say goodnight.
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