tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51660119414401118972024-02-19T00:49:59.467-08:00Reader Meet AuthorNilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-28782098167236498212009-05-17T15:04:00.000-07:002009-05-17T16:41:00.983-07:00Ms. Films DIY to Film & Video, Third Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggM8sl5iAlyeod3YTFHUSgwSBlT5cQJI5GRLMLtDB3MBbG6pTOEcMopwjn7AocUPvmyElRSLJV8Mbur-cP2nPyKHZwefS3cWwRgWVq94sV_PfvY_0xPR_1mNebEITpN-xQNBASdNuuBLU/s320/xtuf.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggM8sl5iAlyeod3YTFHUSgwSBlT5cQJI5GRLMLtDB3MBbG6pTOEcMopwjn7AocUPvmyElRSLJV8Mbur-cP2nPyKHZwefS3cWwRgWVq94sV_PfvY_0xPR_1mNebEITpN-xQNBASdNuuBLU/s320/xtuf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>After graduating from film school, I looked for books that would offer me something that film school didn't, and to be honest that wasn't asking for much. I've used a couple books to inspire me and even though in recent months, I haven't been as interested in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">filmmaking</span>, I am always interested in cinema studies. What Film School Doesn't Teach You: 161 Strategies For Making Your Own Movies No Matter What by Camille <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lanau</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Taire</span> White and The Declaration of Independent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Filmmaking</span> by Mark and Michael Polish with Jonathan Sheldon are guides to inspire the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">frustrated</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">amateur</span> filmmaker, aiming to piece together why it's so hard to get to started, and why it's really up to you to get down and dirty: to experiment, to educate yourself, and to ultimately make the film yourself. When I was looking for materials after college to fuel my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">filmmaking</span> blood, I should have looked into the world of zine-making. <br /></div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Ms. Films <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">DIY</span> Guide to Film and Video is a guide focused on helping her figure out where to start, how to write film, and how to make it. From how to get ready and how to tell when you're ready. It's definitely a small guidebook, but it's a starter; to get her going and to inspire her to be her own resource. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/msfilms">Ms. Films</a> is a non-profit working to empower girls and women who long to be make film and Ms. Films anthologizes articles in this guide to help her get there. The articles published in this zine cover <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cameraless</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">filmmaking</span> to screenwriting. It's a guide that supports the girl or woman who wants to start her own film festival and illustrates how to organize the fest. It also pushes her to collaborate and to gain access to the terminology that makes cinema easier to understand. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Filmmaking</span> is something that has always fascinated me. Ms. Films film and video guide offered me the chance to get back into thinking about film, reminding me that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">filmmaking</span> is not a solo journey; that it can be fun and that it truly comes down to her - the one with the camera and the idea. Ms. Films has been around for the last five years to help facilitate that. Good job!<br /><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>jess(ica)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315598948921749073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-45382808202141700552009-05-17T12:56:00.001-07:002009-05-17T13:23:39.557-07:00Rabbit, Run<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26l0xiqZyCgqNYsAlZwHKf583sinyd_DZY_IYtMpxDMoyxZM8XiA-MtUnlLyF6EeXmkuaKPR_-PdHawutjFStZaXfugBZjLzILvQo9XGFLbHjpbDmXX3srVGwkFwMrRmk09vQzrngzKiY/s320/rabbit.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26l0xiqZyCgqNYsAlZwHKf583sinyd_DZY_IYtMpxDMoyxZM8XiA-MtUnlLyF6EeXmkuaKPR_-PdHawutjFStZaXfugBZjLzILvQo9XGFLbHjpbDmXX3srVGwkFwMrRmk09vQzrngzKiY/s320/rabbit.bmp" border="0" alt="" /></a>This was the first time I'd ever read a John Updike book. Unquestionably, he was a talented writer, whose knack for descriptive, poetic prose is echoed in writers like Don <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Delillo</span>. There were several passages in Rabbit, Run that I thought were great, especially near the beginning. As the novel wears on though, the novel gets bogged down by a lackluster plot and its supremely self-centered protagonist, Rabbit Angstrom.<div><br /></div><div>Rabbit is in his late twenties, unhappily married with one child and another on the way. His solution to his problem is to leave his wife on a whim and drive off with no real plan. Throughout the book, Rabbit acts in the same impulsive manner, reversing himself several times to whatever is convenient in the moment, with little to no regard on how his actions affect others. The novel even winds up with a ludicrous climax that recalls the hoary urban legend about the baby sitter on acid unwittingly putting the baby in the oven. The novel almost works as a black comedy, because Rabbit is such a pathetic, foolish character. </div><div><br /></div><div>The problem I had with the book is that I got the feeling that Updike doesn't think that Rabbit is a loser, and in fact even wants the reader to root for Rabbit. In a way, Rabbit, like many of the Updike's protagonists, is a stand-in for the author himself, who can be as self-centered as Rabbit is (For more on this, I would suggest reading David Foster Wallace's excellent essay on Updike titled "Certainly the End of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Something</span> or Other"). Maybe that's the reason why I hadn't read Updike before: while is writing is talented, his male-centered, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">narcissistic</span> values are decidedly dated. Ultimately, what Rabbit is running from isn't his family or his responsiblities, but the 20th century itself.</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-24310834082561117622009-04-27T18:49:00.000-07:002009-04-27T19:28:48.128-07:00The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookcoverarchive.com/images/books/the_windup_bird_chronicle.large.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.bookcoverarchive.com/images/books/the_windup_bird_chronicle.large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haruki</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Murakami's</span> novels are a bit like Rube Goldberg machines: the main character gets involved in an increasingly bizarre series of odd events without much rhyme or reason. Sure, it's kind of entertaining while it's going on, but at the end of the story the reader is scratching their heads at what the point of the whole thing was.<div><br /></div><div>In the Wind-up Bird Chronicle, the main character, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Toru</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Okada</span>, loses both his cat and his wife, which somehow causes him to get involved with psychics, haunted property, an evil brother-in-law, and some very vague stuff about evil spirits living inside of people. The meaning of it all is never clearly explained, and the ending leaves tons of loose ends. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Toru</span> is also a frustratingly passive protagonist. He repeatedly says that he wants to get his wife back, but seems content to wait around while other characters come to him to move the plot along. His major dramatic action for the first half of the book is to climb down inside a dry well, to think. The characters' dialogue has a stilted, artificial quality to it, but this might be because of the translation. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Murakami</span> does try to bring some gravitas to the book by weaving in a story about Japan's involve in China in World War II, but it ends up being yet another unresolved tangent in a book that's packed with them. For a novel about Japan and its World War II history that's much more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">satisfying</span>, may I suggest Carl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Shuker's</span> excellent book "The Method Actors"?</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-52934283181012580912009-04-01T18:55:00.000-07:002009-04-02T07:13:40.939-07:00Loom Knitting Primer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14290000/14295830.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14290000/14295830.JPG" border="0" /></a> In the past week I have come across an online loom knitting community. It's completely awesome, because I had never heard of looming until I came across knitting looms at the craft store. I was just walking by and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this circular thing and the package said it was easy, and that I could learn to knit on it. So, I was sold! Seemed easy enough and even better, it was barely an investment. <div><div><br /></div><div>I picked up <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Loom Knitting Primer </span>because Phelps seems to be a leader in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loomer</span></span> community. It's been recommended for its stitch tutorials and full rundown on how to use circular looms and knitting boards. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Loom Knitting Primer</span> is a great guide and introduction to the tools, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stitches</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">terminology</span> of loom knitting. As a beginner, I found Phelps online video tutorials more effective when practicing stitches. The instructional images in the book are helpful, but obviously minimal compared to the free online videos...The book is a great resource if you don't have the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internet</span> handy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I also have to mention, Phelps could have used more instructional images when creating a flat panel on a circular loom. I say that because it's what I am trying to tackle now. I also feel, as a beginner's guide, instructional images should have been added with the patterns as well. Maybe I just learn better visually or maybe I am just too needy...A slow learner? No, I am just learning something totally new to me on my own. I'll get better at looming. I'll get better because outside Phelps' book, there is small, but large looming community online with other knitters offering their own guides to an ever fast growing obsession with looming. I am glad I caught on. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am just being hard on Phelps book, because I am looking for the easy way to learn. I am picking it up slowly. Reading it over and over and practicing. I never thought I'd be able to knit anything, but over the past week I've been able to knit a small hat, and it's primarily due to the fact that knitting on a loom is so easy. Knitting a hat is probably the easiest thing to do on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">circular</span> loom, but it's an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">achievement</span> for someone who struggles with knitting needles. Yay! Now, I will get back to reading literature.</div></div>jess(ica)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315598948921749073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-56619902247041848062009-03-16T18:02:00.001-07:002009-03-18T09:37:23.791-07:00The Moviegoer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/01/17/books/the-moviegoer-151.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 238px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/01/17/books/the-moviegoer-151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Walker Percy's first novel brings to mind J.D. Salinger on many levels. The novel's protagonist, Jack Bickerson Bolling, is essentially Holden Caulfield if he had grown into a man without losing his feelings of alienation. While Holden's disaffection is nowadays acceptable among teenagers, seen as a normal part of growing up, it's still largely viewed as pathology or even mental illness in a thirty year old man. Jack, though, is a charming narrator, full of wry observations on humanity, and he describes his alienation in terms that strikes pangs of recognition in the reader. His feelings are ones most of experience in our inner thoughts, even though we seldom admit them openly. The novel is hardly about moviegoing at all, except that Jack has an easier time relating to the order he sees in movies than he does to the hollow relationships he sees in real life. The novel is almost plotless, but yet is about the highest stakes of all: the search for a meaningful life in a modern world, without succumbing to the easy answers. <div><br /></div><div>The one person Jack seems to relate to is his step-cousin, Kate, who is as damaged as Jack is, perhaps more so. Their conversations recall the back-and-forth between Salinger's Franny and Zooey (without the mysticism that Salinger occasionally veers into.) Likewise, Jack's family is as full of distinctive characters as Salinger's Glass clan, although all the relationships can be a little hard to parse out. Jack's father's side is New Orleans old-money establishment gentry, while his mother's side are Louisiana hicks. Jack doesn't feel part of either side, as he feels equally disaffected from the past and from the social changes that surround him in the early 60's. </div><div><br /></div><div>As you may have guessed by now, this is an existential novel, but one that is still grounded in a deep feeling for humanity. There are several passages of stunning, devastating beauty that took my breath away. Although much of the novel is bleak, almost unbearably so, it has a surprisingly positive ending. Altough Jack doesn't get much in the way of answers, he does achieve a measure of peace by turning his attentions outside of himself to those around him.</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-26151194633129265412009-03-11T19:45:00.000-07:002009-03-11T20:23:14.719-07:00Dave Eggers' You Shall Know Our Velocity!Book club choices can be a hit or miss, huh? It's sort of hard to tell if the members of the club are all going to like the book that's chosen for that month. But I guess that's the whole fun of book club. To be apart of the discussion that arises from those who advocate for the author and those who critique. I think what I love most about the book club that I am in is that we are all open minded, constructive, and value one anothers perspectives. <br /><br />Many in my book club enjoyed <span style="font-style:italic;">You Shall Know Our Velocity!</span>, but some did not. Some of us read it all the way through. One member even had the special edition that debunked the whole story that the rest of us thought was <span style="font-style:italic;">reality</span>. Some of us tried to finish it. Some of us never picked it up. I was one that tried to finish it, but struggled with it because I had no faith in the story. <br /><br />I read <span style="font-style:italic;">What is the What</span> and that is the only reference of Eggers that I have. And other than what I have heard from friends, I am not too familiar with <span style="font-style:italic;">McSweeney's</span>. I am trying my best not to be negative in this review, because ideally, <span style="font-style:italic;">Velocity!</span> has good intentions. And I wanted to like this novel, because <span style="font-style:italic;">What is the What</span> was so compelling, but I didn't like <span style="font-style:italic;">Velocity!</span> and that's that. It's actually just a sad story about a sad man that goes no where. Right? And then I guess most of the story I read was based on delusions? Ug, I am so confused now. What the hell did I just read?jess(ica)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315598948921749073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-29770554679039786952009-03-07T10:26:00.000-08:002009-03-11T19:38:15.210-07:00Riding Toward Everywhere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/9/9780061256769.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 648px;" src="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/9/9780061256769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>William T. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Vollmann</span> is kind of nuts. In 1981, the author travelled to Afghanistan in an ill-fated attempt to join the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mujahideen</span> rebellion against the Soviets. He wrote a 700-page novel entirely in Elizabethan English. Doing research for another novel, he travelled by himself to the magnetic North Pole, and almost froze to death in the process. And so on. <div><br /></div><div>So it's not much of a surprise to find out that one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vollmann's</span> hobbies is hopping freight trains. What is surprising is that the book he wrote about riding the rails is unassuming and even sort of sweet. It's short, less than 200 pages (by contrast, his next book is a 1300 behemoth about a county in California) and, as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Vollmann</span> himself says, it's a book with very few points to make. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Vollmann's</span> main goal seems to be to convey the joy he gets from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">trainhopping</span>, the sense of freedom it gives him in an America where freedoms are increasingly restricted. His language is descriptive and poetic, and at the same time unsentimental. He doesn't romanticize train riding, being frank about the dangers, the discomfort, and most of all, the mind numbing boredom that goes along with the activity. But he also vividly captures the moments of beauty that make the downsides worth it. Vollmann also explores how trainhopping has been treated by other American authors like Hemingway, Kerouac, and Mark Twain. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Vollmann</span> never claims to be an authentic hobo. He's upfront about the economic advantages that he and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">trainriding</span> partner Steve have, labeling themselves <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">auxbeaux</span></span>. They ride the rails by choice, not necessity. But when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Vollmann</span> does encounter real <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hoboes</span>, his descriptions of them are compassionate and humanizing, without turning a blind eye to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">prejudices</span> that can exist in the community. It's a delicate balance, but he pulls it off well, even if he does succumb to the occasional burst of purple prose. A charming book.</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-15746301972573234492009-02-26T18:40:00.001-08:002009-02-26T19:22:34.237-08:00You Shall Know Our Velocity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/021015/17542__youshall_l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 270px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/021015/17542__youshall_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Dave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eggers</span> bugs me. I can't put my finger on the reason why exactly, but he does. I didn't enjoy his <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius</span>, and I didn't enjoy this, his first novel.<div><br /></div><div>Problems: for the hardcover edition of this book, the front cover (see left) is the the first page of text. The inside front cover is the second page. The first actual page of paper is the third page of the story, and so on. Which is all well and good, except there's no reason for it. It adds nothing to the story. And the fact is, I enjoy the conventions of books, like when they have title pages, and copyright pages, and chapters (by the way, this book doesn't have chapters either.) At one time, I found the incessant quirkiness of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McSweeney's</span> charming. Now, I find it wearying. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Second, there's the plot of the novel, which concerns two friends, Will and Hand (yes, the character name is Hand. See what I meant about the incessant quirkiness?) who get a sudden windfall of money and decide to spent a week traveling around the giving it away to random people. Right of the bat, the premise of two white middle class American men giving money to third-world citizens should raise a host of economic, racial, political, and ethical issues in most readers' minds. And Dave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Eggers</span> strikes me as a pretty intelligent guy, so he's probably aware of these issues. But during the course of story, he completely ignores them, never addressing the fact that there might be something flawed with his protagonists' good intentions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Eggers</span> uses endless pages of his narrator, Will, whining about his life. Will has a host of problems: His friend died. He was beaten up by a group of strangers. He has some sort of vague heart condition. He broke up with his girlfriend. His parents divorced. One time when he was a kid, he sadistically killed a cow, and now he feels bad about it. How all of these problems are supposed to be related, or why the reader is supposed to care about any of them, is beyond me. By the time Will has his fourth or fifth crying breakdown in the book, I was ready to give up on it. For a book that's supposed to be about rapid travel, it has a ton of passages that drag. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will's eventual solution to his problems is to decide to keep travelling, dealing with his problems by running away from them instead of facing them. Doesn't seem like much of solution to me. Top it of with the fact that this novel seems like it was edited by one of Dave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Eggers's</span> friends in exchange for thirty bucks and a six pack of beer: continuity errors and logical inconsistencies abound. I've heard that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Eggers's</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">What is the What</span> is better, but I think it will be a long time before I try that one.</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-47239904998275094872009-02-16T12:33:00.000-08:002009-02-20T08:48:47.069-08:00The list begins.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3053618765_c033b3c9a8_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3053618765_c033b3c9a8_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This has been a weekend of achievement. 3 books in one weekend! Now, I can't say I started all of them this weekend. I can't give myself that much credit. I can claim though, <span style="font-style:italic;">Handmade Nation</span>, started and finished in such a small amount of time. <br /><br />About a month ago, I started <span style="font-style:italic;">Vintage Munro</span>. A collection of Alice Munro's short stories. I've been wanting to read Munro for some time now after seeing Sarah Polley's cinematic adaptation of Munro's short story, <span style="font-style:italic;">Away From Her</span>. So, I picked a collection of short stories from various collections of hers. After reading <span style="font-style:italic;">Vintage Munro</span>, it is clear that the film captured the purity in her writing. She writes complex stories simply and personally with depth and curiosity; something you surely want from a writer of short prose. The last short story in <span style="font-style:italic;">Vintage Munro</span> ended my favorite. <span style="font-style:italic;">Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage</span> is also the title of another collection of her short stories. I loved how it opened slowly, uncovering deceptive school girls, and displaying the desperation of <span style="font-style:italic;">Johanna</span> in such a humane way. <br /><br />I also finished <span style="font-style:italic;">How Sassy Changed My Life</span> by Kara Jesella and Marisa Meltzer. I had forgotten about this book and luckily came across an old review of it in an old magazine. A library check out, I was surprised at its large print and its lack of visual history of <span style="font-style:italic;">Sassy</span>. I was expecting to see covers of old issues and photos of staff and contributors. It offers many testimonials and rounded <span style="font-style:italic;">Sassy's</span> life and its meaning to not only to teenage girls, but to women and men alike, and to the indie community or music, art, and DIY. Don't mind me, for some reason it took me a month to read a book a little over a hundred pages. The only thing I regret is not finishing it earlier. Well, like I said, I wanted more pictures. I guess that's the child in me. <br /><br />Lastly, <span style="font-style:italic;">Handmade Nation</span> by Faythe Levine and Cortney Heimerl. I am excited to see the doc version of this. The book of course is easy to flip through and I couldn't help but be excited that DIY culture of art, craft, and design like this exists. I am unhappy that Minneapolis and St. Paul are not properly represented, but I am sure it's not on purpose...I think it's handy for inspiration and I will keep it next to my (new) sewing machine (thanks to Nils) when I get frustrated or depressed when I can't get the thread through the needle or when I prick my finger for the hundredth time...<br /><br />Keep reading,<br />Jessicajess(ica)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315598948921749073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166011941440111897.post-42835598673473709312009-02-16T12:13:00.000-08:002009-02-16T17:47:47.323-08:00Bonfire of the Vanities<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.syracuse.com/shelflife/2008/03/bonfire1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 495px;" src="http://blog.syracuse.com/shelflife/2008/03/bonfire1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.syracuse.com/shelflife/2008/03/bonfire1.jpg"><br /></a>Hi, welcome to our blog. The first book I read this year was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Bonfire of the Vanitie</span>s by Tom Wolfe. It's perhaps most famous for being adapted into a film version with Bruce Willis and Tom Hanks, which was a notorious flop. I have never seen this movie. <div><br /></div><div>When I started reading this book, I was expecting it to be a Wall Street satire like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">American Psycho</span>. In the context of our current financial mess, I thought that reading something like that would be interesting. Instead, I found the book to be more like a John Grisham style courtroom procedural. Sure, Wolfe has a good eye for realistic, journalistic detail. He's also got a conservative streak a mile wide. The female characters are all portrayed as manipulative, while the closest the book has to a villian seems to be modeled on Al Sharpton. The Wall Street bond trader at the center of the story, meanwhile, comes off as the hapless victim of the circumstances around him. Maybe the Wall Street mess of 2009 makes the Wall Street greed of the eigthies seem quaint in comparison. </div><div><br /></div><div>At any rate, I bought this book at a discount when the Borders in downtown Minneapolis was going out of business, which seemed appropriate.</div>Nilshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283359928752128548noreply@blogger.com1