Tuesday, February 9, 2010

#5 of 52

5. Fires in the Mirror by Anna Deavere Smith



This book is a performance piece composed of interviews with various people involved in the 1991 Crown Heights riot. Protest broke out in Crown Heights after a Hasidic spiritual leader ran a red light and swerved onto the sidewalk, killing 7 year old Gavin Cato and injuring his sister Angela. Rumors spread that a Hasidic-run ambulance arrived on scene and only helped the passenger and driver of the car, leaving the two black children in worse condition. In retaliation to this supposed injustice, a group of men stabbed and killed Yankel Rosenbaum, a young Hasidic scholar from Australia, simply because he was Jewish. It's definitely not something I would typically read at my leisure, but I'm glad I did. It sparked curiosity about Hasidic Judaism, racial tension, misunderstandings, and justice.

Monday, February 1, 2010

#4 of 52

If on a winter's night a traveler by Italo Calvino
I purchased this book two years ago for a book club. Well, I only made it to chapter 5 before I got too busy with school and abandoned Calvino. I'm glad I gave him a second chance. It's unexpected and makes you think of the expectations you have as a reader for the writer.

" . . . the things that the novel does not say are necessarily more numerous than those it does say, and only a special halo around what is written can give the illusion that you are reading also what is unwritten."

Monday, January 25, 2010

#3 of 52

I purchased this book a year ago after taking a poetry class in college. G. M. Hopkins was my professor's favorite poet and after reading this book, he is a favorite of mine as well. The book includes poetry, journals, letters, and sermons.

3. Mortal Beauty, God's Grace by Gerard Manley Hopkins
This is my favorite poem by Hopkins, being a dappled thing myself.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things-
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow, sweet, sour' adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

#2 of 52

So it took me over a week to finish this book even though it's short. I got behind on reading this weekend because I went skiing with the Marriotts. Every time I started reading I either fell asleep or was bombarded by kids who wanted to play Guess Who or have a snowball fight.

2. Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I read Crime in Punishment in high school and loved it. But since then I haven't read anymore Dostoyevsky. I found this book on my shelf (probably purchased for a literature class but ran out of time to get to) and thought how nice to be able to read a short story by a Russian author. The book is written as a journal. The narrator begins by stating, "I am a sick man. . .I am a spiteful man." I found the book a bit tedious to get through but I enjoy how Dostoyevsky is able to depict the heart of man so well: how we cannot do the things we want to do, and do the things we do not want to do. The end of the book sums up the plight of the narrator:

"Even in my underground dreams I did not imagine love except as a struggle. I began it always with hatred and ended it with moral subjugation, and afterwards I never knew what to do with the subjugated object."

"Why, to tell long stories, showing how I have spoiled my life through morally rotting in my corner, through lack of fitting environment, through divorce from real life, and rankling spite in my underground world, would certainly not be interesting; a novel needs a hero, and all the traits for an anti-hero are expressly gathered together here, and what matters most, it all produces an unpleasant impression, for we are all divorced from life, we are all cripples, every one of us, more or less."

What I love about Dostoyevsky is his ability to make his reader identify with a wretched man, revealing a part of oneself we try so hard to ignore. I'd recommend it if you're feeling introspective.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

#1 of fifty-two in fifty-two

Following my tradition of taking on whatever New Years resolution Katie and Elliott make (Take the Stairs '08 and Less Wine '09) I decided to attempt the Lepine family's 2010 resolution of reading 52 books in 52 weeks. Honestly, I will be happy if I at least make it half way to 26 books.

#1 A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


While in Fayetteville over Christmas break, Jo took me to Dickson Street Bookshop. I browsed a list posted between the shelves of the Top 100 Audience Choice Beach Books. I'd never heard of the book and was mainly interested because I live in Brooklyn. I highly recommend it. It's good even if you're not reading on the beach. The book describes the life of a poor family living in Williamsburg at the turn of the 20th century and is from the perspective of eleven year old Francie Nolan. Here is one of my favorite quotes from Francie:

"'Dear God', she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry . . . have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere--be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost."


Friday, January 8, 2010

new year, new faces

Although I'm back to the daily grind in this new year, I'm already excited by several new people I've met through work. It's nice to feel like your hanging out and having fun while your at work, especially because I rarely have Friday night off! Here's to the silver lining 2010.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Holiday Highlights

While I was in Arkansas for Christmas 09, I went to Fayetteville to visit my sister and Jo. And Dana drove 4 hours from Norman, OK to see us! We only had 20 hours together, but as always, it was worth it. I love these girls and miss them always!



I'm not sure when we will see each other again, but I have hopes for Fall 2010.

Seth and Caleb were a source of entertainment and joy over Christmas. Seth always tries on my shoes when I visit. He ran around yelling, "Giddy up! Ride em cowboy! Yee-haw!" And when he gets upset with Caleb, he says, "Stop it you mean ole baby!" It's hard not to laugh.

Caleb is already 1 and a half years old! He loves working puzzles and is really good at it for his age. He calls me "Aunt Jewie" and knows the sounds every animal makes. And if you ask him what the giraffe or turtle says, he makes something up on the spot!


It was wonderful being home with loved ones and I definitely wasn't ready to leave! I always forget how nice it is to do laundry in your house and drive. I'm not sure when I'll be back in Little Rock, but it always feels like home when I'm there.
Happy Holidays from the Jacksons!