Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Friday, April 12, 2019
Thoughts on “War and Peace”
Husband has been giving me a hard time for many years, because I told him once that I tried reading War and Peace by skipping the war chapters... and soon I got lost and the peace chapters didn’t make much sense either.
Well, I was looking for a new challenging book to listen to, after finishing my numerous Dickens in a row, and he suggested War and Peace since we have a copy on audible. I took the challenge and for the last few days have been greatly enjoying it. (I must admit I did increase the speed during the chapters about war, so in it a way I did the same thing I did many years ago.)
I found that the author is far too long winded on his personal opinions about everything that relates to the war, and his very Russian personality comes through everywhere, like when he spends pages and pages explaining his personal opinion about each battle... and of course he is specially eloquent on his opinion of Napoleon.
So the book is basically a romantic story with various characters interspersed between the chapters about the war which is what matters for the author. I think he wanted to write his opinion on the war but inserted the characters and romances so people would read it. So he has the personal lives of the characters come in and out of the battle scenes. The stories are interesting and of course the characters well developed, even if unevenly so. I was specially struck by understanding the full treatment he gave to both Natasha and Pierre, and I thought the Sonya character felt like an afterthought, like if as the book developed and he didn’t quite know what to do with her. Princess Marya was also not very consistent, she kept surprising the reader and seemingly also the author at any given chapter.
There is so much "Tolstoy-theology"in the book. He touches close to the reality of things many times. but like CS Lewis, he never fully gets there. His second epilogue defense on how war is caused by the flaw of individual people and not by commanders and generals is very interesting, and also his defense for the existence of God, and even beautiful, but he lacks the more profound and more fully developed theology to be able to take the reader to the full extent of the truth.
I have to say I enjoyed very much the happy ending, the couples with numerous children having their domestic scene so brilliantly described by him, living in a natural and sincere life in the farm. I loved most specially the last bit where Pierre and Natasha realize that the love of the daily ordinary life of the married couple is the crowning and the best part of any romantic or passionate love of the youth. That was probably my very favorite moment of the book. The scene of forgiveness when Natasha is by Prince Andrei's deathbed is very moving, but I felt that the author fell short of explaining the process Natasha went through as she returned to the practice of faith and developed her spiritual journey into the redemption of God. In the book it just seems like one day she decides to get up and go to church and it’s all said and done. When you had to endure hundreds of pages of Natasha agonizing about this and that, it seems unbalanced.
There is a lot more that can be said. I will wait to see if the WRM Book Club does it soon!
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Laura Ingalls' 150th birthday
I love Laura Ingalls' dates... I will always consider her a dear friend.
From https://www.facebook.com/Laura-Ingalls-Wilder-Historic-Home-and-Museum-166413716755023/Locally, here in Mansfield, Missouri where she lived from 1894-1957, the memory of Laura Ingalls Wilder is still vivid. She is recalled as a pleasant, demure, kindly lady. As one of her friends said, "Mrs. Wilder was a "gentlewoman" in the same way we speak of a true "gentleman." The Wilder home on Rocky Ridge Farm, the Rock House where she started writing her books, and the museum containing her family's treasures---all of these are memorials to a great American writer."February 7, 2017!--the 150th birth date of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of the Little House Books.In an era when we need the influence of heroes and heroines, Laura is ever an inspiration. She was a stalwart pioneer, a hardworking wife and mother, a dedicated community worker, and a lifelong learner. She was a gifted writer, spinning words into memorable prose, loved globally by millions. Never has one of her books gone out of print. They are American-made treasures.Recording the rich story of her pioneer beginnings, Laura is truly one of America's historians. She shared the story of the American frontier in a timeless style of storytelling.
Locally, here in Mansfield, Missouri where she lived from 1894-1957, the memory of Laura Ingalls Wilder is still vivid. She is recalled as a pleasant, demure, kindly lady. As one of her friends said, "Mrs. Wilder was a "gentlewoman" in the same way we speak of a true "gentleman." The Wilder home on Rocky Ridge Farm, the Rock House where she started writing her books, and the museum containing her family's treasures---all of these are memorials to a great American writer.
But above all are her Little House books, which continue as ageless classics.
Happy birthday Laura!"Recording the rich story of her pioneer beginnings, Laura is truly one of America's historians. She shared the story of the American frontier in a timeless style of storytelling.
But above all are her Little House books, which continue as ageless classics.
Happy birthday Laura!"
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Book Club begins again
Book Club started! A beautiful sunset in Downtown Brookings welcomed me as I drove in early to set up things. We had a lively discussion about friendship, including social-media friendships, and listened to audios by founder Marcie Stockman about the topic, and about the books for this year. We also talked a little about the first reading selection for the year, The Death of Ivan Ilych, for which I wrote the reflection and discussion questions in the printed companion.
Monday, March 14, 2016
A piece by George Weigel
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Number Six's post on Crime & Punishment
Hers is probably my favorite blog in the whole world! This is an outstanding post in so many ways.

Earl Grey Soliloquy
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Crime & Punishment
Today our Russian Lit class will finish discussing Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I enjoyed it a lot more than I was expecting to--it was fascinating, intense, unpredictable, and so different from anything I had read. The story focuses a lot on the inward state of the characters, because that is the real driver of the plot, but that's not to say it doesn't have its share of action.
I loved how much it emphasized the fact that no one is either all good or all bad; rather, all the characters lay in varying levels of the gray area. Even the most virtuous characters have their moments of questionable decisions and moral ambiguity. Despite this, it's easy to tell which characters are bad news. Dostoevsky's characters are incredible nuanced. Each of the icky characters is icky in his own unique way, and the reality of their ickiness makes you cringe.
The entire host of characters is varied, human, and rigorously alive. Dostoevsky manages to dig deep into each character's soul, sometimes bypassing such trivial things as physical description, and brings the character's true motives into the light in very few words.
And then we come to the plot. The story is heavily introspective. Every plot point that occurs has something to do with the mental, emotional, or spiritual state of those involved. Moments of discovery, redemption, or tribulation are shown mainly through the thoughts of the characters. I expected to get tired of this, but I didn't. Nowadays everyone tells writers to "show, don't tell," but look at what Dostoevsky has crafted by putting action secondary to character development. It is one of those few stories in which the plot is driven by the character development, rather than driving the character development.
Dostoevsky doesn't gloss over things. His descriptions are blunt, straightforward, and sometimes brutal. He makes you feel what the character is feeling, often down to physical sensations. The mood of each scene is revealed in the way it makes the reader feel, as much as in the way it makes the characters feel.
I didn't really like the epilogue, but that's personal preference. I wanted to read more!
If you're looking for a book that challenges your intellect through the lens of vivacious characters, an impelling plot, and wonderful writing, read Crime and Punishment.
(Oh, and if it sounds a bit somber for you, I promise there are funny parts!)

Earl Grey Soliloquy
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Crime & Punishment
Today our Russian Lit class will finish discussing Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I enjoyed it a lot more than I was expecting to--it was fascinating, intense, unpredictable, and so different from anything I had read. The story focuses a lot on the inward state of the characters, because that is the real driver of the plot, but that's not to say it doesn't have its share of action.
I loved how much it emphasized the fact that no one is either all good or all bad; rather, all the characters lay in varying levels of the gray area. Even the most virtuous characters have their moments of questionable decisions and moral ambiguity. Despite this, it's easy to tell which characters are bad news. Dostoevsky's characters are incredible nuanced. Each of the icky characters is icky in his own unique way, and the reality of their ickiness makes you cringe.
The entire host of characters is varied, human, and rigorously alive. Dostoevsky manages to dig deep into each character's soul, sometimes bypassing such trivial things as physical description, and brings the character's true motives into the light in very few words.
And then we come to the plot. The story is heavily introspective. Every plot point that occurs has something to do with the mental, emotional, or spiritual state of those involved. Moments of discovery, redemption, or tribulation are shown mainly through the thoughts of the characters. I expected to get tired of this, but I didn't. Nowadays everyone tells writers to "show, don't tell," but look at what Dostoevsky has crafted by putting action secondary to character development. It is one of those few stories in which the plot is driven by the character development, rather than driving the character development.
Dostoevsky doesn't gloss over things. His descriptions are blunt, straightforward, and sometimes brutal. He makes you feel what the character is feeling, often down to physical sensations. The mood of each scene is revealed in the way it makes the reader feel, as much as in the way it makes the characters feel.
I didn't really like the epilogue, but that's personal preference. I wanted to read more!
If you're looking for a book that challenges your intellect through the lens of vivacious characters, an impelling plot, and wonderful writing, read Crime and Punishment.
(Oh, and if it sounds a bit somber for you, I promise there are funny parts!)
Friday, May 29, 2015
New Flannery O'Connor Stamp
Wonderful news!
From Catholic News Agency:
By Mary Rezac
Washington D.C., May 30, 2015 / 06:01 am (CNA/EWTN News).- Award-winning American author and devout Roman Catholic Flannery O’Connor will appear on a new postage stamp this summer, the U.S. postal service announced last week. The stamp is decorated with peacock feathers, a tribute to the family peacock farm in Georgia where O’Connor did much of her writing.
Famous for her Southern Gothic fiction style, O’Connor’s best-known works include her first novel, "Wise Blood", and many short stories such as “A Good Man is Hard to Find.” A collection of her works, "The Complete Stories of Flannery O'Connor," won the 1972 National Book Award for fiction and was named the Best of the National Book Awards, 1950-2008 by a public vote.
The author was born in 1925, the only child to devout Roman Catholic parents living in the heart of the Protestant “Bible Belt” in Savannah, Georgia. O’Connor went to school at Georgia State College for Women, then to the Iowa Writers Workshop, and finally to New York to study and work on her writing.
However, at the age of 25, a diagnosis of lupus forced O’Connor to return home to her family’s farm in Andalusia, Georgia, where she lived out her days caring for animals, going to church, and writing.
Her inclusion on U.S. postage stamps is a triumph for both American authors and American Catholics, said Ralph Wood, professor of literature and theology at Baylor University and author of the 2005 book “Flannery O'Connor and the Christ-Haunted South.”
“More than 50 years after her early death in 1964 (at age 39), her fiction continues to command worldwide attention, and so the USPS rightly adds her to its roll-call of writers who have been thus honored,” Wood told CNA in an e-mail interview.
“Yet it would be tempting on such a public occasion to ignore the religious nature of Flannery O’Connor’s achievement,” Wood added.
But this can hardly be done. O’Connor never kept her faith a secret, and despite her frail health would travel to speak about faith and literature.
The recent release of her college prayer journal, which she kept while attending the Iowa Writer’s Workshop in her early 20s, provides even more evidence that the author’s deep interior life and relationship with God drove her passion for writing.
“Dear God please help me to be an artist, please let it lead to You," she wrote.
“In those years O'Connor came to recognize her own significant talent, but also came to worry that her powerful desire for literary success – a success that seemed to be within her reach – might threaten her relationship with God,” said Professor John Grammar, director of the Sewanee School of Letters.
“How to harmonize her desire to write well with her desire to love God completely? Writing had to become an avenue to God, not an end in itself,” he added. Throughout the journal, O’Connor increasingly writes about seeing her talent as a vocation, rather than a career path to success.
What further makes O’Connor stand out from other writers, and particularly other writers of faith, is her willingness to write about the dark and grotesque: her constant use of unsavory characters and horrific plots is almost unheard of in other Christian writings.
“The distinctive thing about O’Connor as a Christian artist is that she has little interest in making us feel good,” Grammar said. “In her work the love of God is always present, but far from being comforting, it is guaranteed to disrupt comfort and shake up complacent certainties, in her characters and her readers.”
Indeed, O’Connor herself said she was uninterested in making people feel comfortable and happy, as Brad Gooch explains in his biography "Flannery: A Life of Flannery O'Connor."
"O'Connor said that modern writers must often tell 'perverse' stories to 'shock' a morally blind world. 'It requires considerable courage,' she concluded, 'not to turn away from the story-teller,'" he wrote.
American Catholics can learn something from O’Connor, whose relevance continues today despite her unwillingness to compromise or water down her beliefs in her work.
“Beset with its own failings, the Church is also besieged with demands for accommodation of its basic doctrines and practices to the secular spirit of the age,” Wood said.
“Flannery O’Connor rejected all such compromises. Her fiction endures because it provides a living artistic alternative to the twin evils of modernity: the omni-competent nation-state and the all-pervasive Culture of Death. Whatever the motives prompting it, this commemorative stamp contains the image of the nation’s most redemptive writer: Flannery O’Connor.”
The Flannery O'Connor stamp is a "forever" stamp for 3-ounce packages and will be available June 5.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Life with Number Six
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| With her long-time friend Katie! |
Number Six and I spend our days together while Number Seven walks back and forth to the school across the street for part time classes. Number Six will take her first ACT this morning and is well prepared. She is a diligent, disciplined student. She takes Geometry, Advanced Fiction Writing, French 3 and History online from three different online providers. She has piano, voice and organ lessons, and she works daily on her own fiction romance novel. She sings at church and enjoys long walks. Her home subjects are Theology, Conceptual Physics and Classical Lit. And she writes a blog, from where I copied her last entry:
Friday, April 17, 2015
Spring...and essays.
The warm weather is glorious. There's been much taking of walks and other such activities. For me, there has also been much writing of essays.
First of all, for literature I just finished reading Milton's Paradise Lost. Now I need to write an essay on it. There was an interesting point I thought of. At one part, all the devils in their new home, Hell, are having a meeting regarding the creation of the world. Satan says something about the humans who are about to be created. It reminded me of last year reading Dante's Divine Comedy. In the Inferno there is some discussion about the "foresight of the damned." The idea is that those in Hell can see into the past of earthly events and into the future, but are unable to know what is going on in the present unless informed by someone else. Thus, when Dante speaks with the damned, they often ask him about the political state of Italy. Back to Paradise Lost. Satan, by mentioning the people about to be created, demonstrates just that foresight. He can see into the future, and into the past, but can he see the present? It is to be doubted.
Another Essay I'm writing is for the Jane Austen Society of North America essay contest. The prompt this year is:
I'm doing my essay on Emma. Emma is the only one of Jane Austen's heroines to be a member of high society and not in need of any money. The novel treats a lot on class distinction. Think of Ms. Bates, the argument with Mr. Knightley regarding Harriet Smith and her potential marriage to Robert Martin the farmer, Mr. Elton's ill-bred bride, the Coles' party, Jane Fairfax's obligation to become a governess. There are so many examples in Emma of how her view of the world is shaped by the society she lives in. There is an essay at the JASNA site about the possibility of Emma being the novel about "ordination."
Another Essay I'm writing is for the Jane Austen Society of North America essay contest. The prompt this year is:
Examine a single Jane Austen novel or several and show different ways characters engage with their culture, views, mores, or living conditions. How does participation in their world affect each character’s development? You might look at how a character approaches material culture, physical or emotional space, interpersonal relations, social class, wealth, or gender. You may consider elements of Jane Austen’s world that have inherently negative or positive influences on characters and events in the novels.
I'm doing my essay on Emma. Emma is the only one of Jane Austen's heroines to be a member of high society and not in need of any money. The novel treats a lot on class distinction. Think of Ms. Bates, the argument with Mr. Knightley regarding Harriet Smith and her potential marriage to Robert Martin the farmer, Mr. Elton's ill-bred bride, the Coles' party, Jane Fairfax's obligation to become a governess. There are so many examples in Emma of how her view of the world is shaped by the society she lives in. There is an essay at the JASNA site about the possibility of Emma being the novel about "ordination."
I also just finished an essay for my French midterm, which was comparing the writings we have translated of Victor Hugo and Jean de la Fontaine. It was quite easy to write!
And now the 70° weather is calling to me. Off I go!
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Monday, March 09, 2015
Reading The Betrothed
For Book Club we just finished reading the Italian Classic The Betrothed by Alessandro Manzoni. I had vaguely known of its existence, before I saw it on the Well-Read Mom book club list for this year, and had certainly never read it.
This past Saturday my local book club chapter discussed it, and we enjoyed comparing notes on this unforgettable history-based story of faith, love and adventure. Some of the characters are historical, and so are events and geographical events. It is said that before the book a description of the Milan plague had never been done--and Manzoni does it superbly!
Below are some images of the original Italian edition.
The book had that old romance type feeling, with some comical parts even. But the story of a couple wanting to to God's will and going to great lengths to do it transcends time beautifully! Supposedly this classic is read by all students in Italy, and Manzoni is the second most read Italian author after Dante!
This past Saturday my local book club chapter discussed it, and we enjoyed comparing notes on this unforgettable history-based story of faith, love and adventure. Some of the characters are historical, and so are events and geographical events. It is said that before the book a description of the Milan plague had never been done--and Manzoni does it superbly!
Below are some images of the original Italian edition.
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| His landscape/geography descriptions were so beautifully written. |
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| Don Rodrigo is the trouble maker... and Friar Christophoro is a saintly man! |
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| Trouble for Lucia! |
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| The chapter on the missed vocation of this nun--daughter of a domineering wealthy man--was so interesting! |
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| A conversion scene worthy of Dostoevsky! |
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| Before the tale of woe of the young couple ends, the plague happens... and with is great disruptions in Milan. |
I found a film version online in a rare films store in NYC, and it has been going around the homes of my book club members.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Poetry
Husband has been running a High School Poetry course with Numbers Six and Seven and friends... last night we had a reduced number of students and he hosted it here as opposed to the usual (cold) room at church. As I fixed dinner, I enjoyed seeing the kids take turns standing up and reading the beautiful lines of yesterday's selections by William Wordsworth.
The poems come from the book Immortal Poems of the English Language, a book that has been in print for decades, and they work hard at analyzing, discussing and understanding the sometimes difficult and obscure lines. The kids love it and last night the literary conversation continued on until after dinner as Husband explained how he would like to continue next year with the great Russian writers.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Fixed!
My computer is back and working wonderfully!
For my first post I would like to announce that I just today finished the online class Laura Ingalls Wilder: Exploring Her Work and Writing Life, The Early Years from Missouri State University! Every one of the past 8 weeks I have looked forward to the lectures, online discussions and weekly quizzes! I am proud of the fact that I received the maximum grade in the class, having participated in every discussion and gotten every question correct, every week!
For my first post I would like to announce that I just today finished the online class Laura Ingalls Wilder: Exploring Her Work and Writing Life, The Early Years from Missouri State University! Every one of the past 8 weeks I have looked forward to the lectures, online discussions and weekly quizzes! I am proud of the fact that I received the maximum grade in the class, having participated in every discussion and gotten every question correct, every week!
Here is my certificate!
Truly it has been a fabulous course! Immersed in Laura's creative world and following her life and development as a writer was a wonderful journey. I have always wanted to write such a "autobiographical fictional" book, and believe or not the course took me back to conversations I used to have with my dear Mother about it--back when I was in middle and high school! Husband is a great proponent of my writing--I think it so funny that he, who writes so incredibly well and so concisely-- actually enjoys my sloppy and diverting style! :-) I took many many mental notes. Who knows?
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Catholic Courses
I have recommend both the Teaching Company and its superior competitor the Modern Scholar for great lectures on all short o subjects, and now here is my recommendation for Catholic Courses--which brings together the best of both worlds!
Number Six is in the middle of reading The Divine Comedy by Dante, and we are enjoying together Professor Anthony Esolen's lectures on what he calls "the most beautiful poem ever written".
Number Six is in the middle of reading The Divine Comedy by Dante, and we are enjoying together Professor Anthony Esolen's lectures on what he calls "the most beautiful poem ever written".
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Two Book groups!
I have been meaning to report on how the book groups I just started. I just wrote this to The Well-Read Mom founder Marcie Stockman, whom I know personally, and will transcribe it here, if slightly edited so it is blog-post worthy.
We just moved, and I don't know exactly how it happened--God's hands undoubtedly -but in a town where I am brand new and know very few people, I started the book club--and it is a hit! Everyone is excited, it was so well-received... I knew only two women around the table of eight--and not very well at that. Then the friends from Sioux Falls learned about it from Facebook and two were thinking of coming here for the meeting (one hour away) but then I said I'd start one there... and voila: later the same week we had another group of eight, this time all good friends, all eager and exited! Nancy G. especially since she, like you, and so many others, had read Flannery O'Connor just to be so flabbergasted by it. :-) Isn't that the way reading Flannery goes?
One thing I added--in looking for Flannery at my brand-new library here, I grabbed a book on women writers by cream-of-the-crop Princeton professor emerita Elaine Showalter, and without even having to open it, I knew it would give us exactly the secular-culture view on O'Connor that reigns out there. So I read that passage during the meeting, full of phrases such as "arcane religious beliefs" and "didn't live out her sexuality" etc, as a glimpse into how we Catholics, or Christians (not all ladies are Catholic) are so so much better able to be enriched by the true enjoyment of O'Connor's literature.
I am just so ecstatic that this is all going so well. Moving wasn't easy, and this was a God-given shot in the arm for me in so many ways! Being called to lead is something I have grown up with, and using it for God's glory--while enjoying the side-effects--is huge for me. I am so so thankful for your work, it makes leading the meetings such a delight! -
Much love and gratitude,
Ana
Sunday, September 01, 2013
A new and wonderful essay on Jane Austen
Great news from Number Three's college website: http://udallas.edu/news/2013/phd-graduate-katie-davis-wins-jane-austen-essay-contest.html
I looked for said article and here it is in its entirety. Wow, it's been a while since I was so delighted in reading something about Jane Austen! Congrats to the author and to the University of Dallas!
Enjoy!
I looked for said article and here it is in its entirety. Wow, it's been a while since I was so delighted in reading something about Jane Austen! Congrats to the author and to the University of Dallas!
Enjoy!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Great article
Have you been appalled, like I have, at the local library, at what passes for children's or YA (young adult) literature lately?
Excellent article on the awful-ness of so many children's books today. Written by a major WSJ book reviewer. This is not a homeschool family issue, it is an any-family issue. Meghan Cox Gurdon
Children's Book Reviewer
The Wall Street Journal
The Case for Good Taste in Children's Books
MEGHAN COX GURDON has been the children’s book reviewer for the Wall Street Journal since 2005. Her work has also appeared in numerous other publications, including the Washington Post, the Washington Examiner, the San Francisco Chronicle, National Review, and the Weekly Standard. In the 1990s, she worked as an overseas correspondent in Hong Kong, Tokyo, and London, and traveled and reported from Cambodia, Somalia, China, Israel, South Korea, and Northern Ireland. She graduated magna cum laude from Bowdoin College in 1986 and lives near Washington, D.C., with her husband and their five children.
The following is adapted from a speech delivered at Hillsdale College on March 12, 2013, sponsored by the College’s Dow Journalism Program.
The following is adapted from a speech delivered at Hillsdale College on March 12, 2013, sponsored by the College’s Dow Journalism Program.
ON JUNE 4, 2011, the number one trending topic on Twitter was the Anthony Weiner scandal. I happen to remember that, because the number two topic on Twitter that day—almost as frenzied, though a lot less humorous—had to do with an outrageous, intolerable attack on Young Adult literature . . . by me. Entitled “Darkness Too Visible,” my article discussed the increasingly dark current that runs through books classified as YA, for Young Adult—books aimed at readers between 12 and 18 years of age—a subset that has, in the four decades since Young Adult became a distinct category in fiction, become increasingly lurid, grotesque, profane, sexual, and ugly.
Books show us the world, and in that sense, too many books for adolescents act like funhouse mirrors, reflecting hideously distorted portrayals of life. Those of us who have grown up understand that the teen years can be fraught and turbulent—and for some kids, very unhappy—but at the same time we know that in the arc of human life, these years are brief. Today, too many novels for teenagers are long on the turbulence and short on a sense of perspective. Nor does it help that the narrative style that dominates Young Adult books is the first person present tense—
“I, I, I,” and “now, now, now.” Writers use this device to create a feeling of urgency, to show solidarity with the reader and to make the reader feel that he or she is occupying the persona of the narrator. The trouble is that the first person present tense also erects a kind of verbal prison, keeping young readers in the turmoil of the moment just as their hormones tend to do. This narrative style reinforces the blinkers teenagers often seem to be wearing, rather than drawing them out and into the open.
“I, I, I,” and “now, now, now.” Writers use this device to create a feeling of urgency, to show solidarity with the reader and to make the reader feel that he or she is occupying the persona of the narrator. The trouble is that the first person present tense also erects a kind of verbal prison, keeping young readers in the turmoil of the moment just as their hormones tend to do. This narrative style reinforces the blinkers teenagers often seem to be wearing, rather than drawing them out and into the open.
Bringing Judgment
The late critic Hilton Kramer was seated once at a dinner next to film director Woody Allen. Allen asked him if he felt embarrassed when he met people socially whom he’d savaged in print. “No,” Kramer said, “they’re the ones who made the bad art. I just described it.” As the story goes, Allen fell gloomily silent, having once made a film that had received the Kramer treatment.
I don’t presume to have a nose as sensitive as Hilton Kramer’s—but I do know that criticism is pointless if it’s only boosterism. To evaluate anything, including children’s books, is to engage the faculty of judgment, which requires that great bugbear of the politically correct, “discrimination.” Thus, in responding to my article, YA book writers Judy Blume and Libba Bray charged that I was giving comfort to book-banners, andPublisher’s Weekly warned of a “danger” that my arguments “encourage a culture of fear around YA literature.” But I do not, in fact, wish to ban any books or frighten any authors. What I do wish is that people in the book business would exercise better taste; that adult authors would not simply validate every spasm of the teen experience; and that our culture was not marching toward ever-greater explicitness in depictions of sex and violence.
Books for children and teenagers are written, packaged, and sold by adults. It follows from this that the emotional depictions they contain come to young people with a kind of adult imprimatur. As a school librarian in Idaho wrote to her colleagues in my defense: “You are naïve if you think young people can read a dark and violent book that sits on the library shelves and not believe that that behavior must be condoned by the adults in their school lives.”
What kind of books are we talking about? Let me give you three examples—but with a warning that some of what you’re about to hear is not appropriate for younger listeners.
A teenaged boy is kidnapped, drugged, and nearly raped by a male captor. After escaping, he comes across a pair of weird glasses that transport him to a world of almost impossible cruelty. Moments later, he finds himself facing a wall of horrors, “covered with impaled heads and other dripping, black-rot body parts: hands, hearts, feet, ears, penises. Where the f— was this?”
That’s from Andrew Smith’s 2010 Young Adult novel, The Marbury Lens.
A girl struggles with self-hatred and self-injury. She cuts herself with razors secretly, but her secret gets out when she’s the victim of a sadistic sexual prank. Kids at school jeer at her, calling her “cutterslut.” In response, “she had sliced her arms to ribbons, but the badness remained, staining her insides like cancer. She had gouged her belly until it was a mess of meat and blood, but she still couldn’t breathe.”
That’s from Jackie Morse Kessler’s 2011 Young Adult novel, Rage.
I won’t read you the most offensive excerpts from my third example, which consist of explicit and obscene descriptions by a 17-year-old female narrator of sexual petting, of oral sex, and of rushing to a bathroom to defecate following a breakup. Yet School Library Journal praised Daria Snadowsky’s 2008 Young Adult novel, Anatomy of a Boyfriend, for dealing “in modern terms with the real issues of discovering sex for the first time.” And Random House, its publisher, gushed about the narrator’s “heartbreakingly honest voice” as she recounts the “exquisite ups and dramatic downs of teenage love and heartbreak.”
The book industry, broadly speaking, says: Kids have a right to read whatever they want. And if you follow the argument through it becomes: Adults should not discriminate between good and bad books or stand as gatekeepers, deciding what young people should read. In other words, the faculty of judgment and taste that we apply in every other area of life involving children should somehow vaporize when it comes in contact with the printed word.
I appeared on National Public Radio to discuss these issues with the Young Adult book author Lauren Myracle, who has been hailed as a person “on the front lines in the fight for freedom of expression”—as if any controversy over whether a book is appropriate for children turns on the question of the author’s freedom to express herself. Myracle made clear that she doesn’t believe there should be any line between adult literature and literature for young people. In saying this, she was echoing the view that prevails in many progressive, secular circles—that young people should encounter material that jolts them out of their comfort zone; that the world is a tough place; and that there’s no point shielding children from reality. I took the less progressive, less secular view that parents should take a more interventionist approach, steering their children away from books about sex and horror and degradation, and towards books that make aesthetic and moral claims.
Now, although it may seem that our culture is split between Left and Right on the question of permissiveness regarding children’s reading material, in fact there is not so much division on the core issue as might appear. Secular progressives, despite their reaction to my article, have their own list of books they think young people shouldn’t read—for instance, books they claim are tinged with racism or jingoism or that depict traditional gender roles. Regarding the latter, you would not believe the extent to which children’s picture books today go out of the way to show father in an apron and mother tinkering with machinery. It’s pretty funny. But my larger point here is that the self-proclaimed anti-book-banners on the Left agree that books influence children and prefer some books to others.
Indeed, in the early years of the Cold War, many left-wing creative people in America gravitated toward children’s literature. Philip Nel, a professor at Kansas State University, has written that Red-hunters, “seeing children’s books as a field dominated by women . . . deemed it less important and so did not watch it closely.” Among the authors I am referring to are Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss) and Ruth Krauss, author of the 1952 classic A Hole is to Dig, illustrated by a young Maurice Sendak. Krauss was quite open in her belief that children’s literature was an excellent means of putting left-wing ideas into young minds. Or so she hoped.
When I was a little girl I read The Cat in the Hat, and I took from it an understanding of the sanctity of private property—it outraged me when the Cat and Thing One and Thing Two rampaged through the children’s house while their mother was away. Dr. Seuss was probably not intending to inculcate capitalist ideas—quite the contrary. But it happened in my case, and the point is instructive.
Taste and Beauty
A recent study conducted at Virginia Tech found that college women who read “chick lit”—light novels that deal with the angst of being a modern woman—reported feeling more insecure about themselves and their bodies after reading novels in which the heroines feel insecure about themselves and their bodies. Similarly, federal researchers were puzzled for years by a seeming paradox when it came to educating children about the dangers of drugs and tobacco. There seemed to be a correlation between anti-drug and anti-tobacco programs in elementary and middle schools and subsequent drug and tobacco use at those schools. It turned out that at the same time children were learning that drugs and tobacco were bad, they were taking in the meta-message that adults expected them to use drugs and tobacco.
This is why good taste matters so much when it comes to books for children and young adults. Books tell children what to expect, what life is, what culture is, how we are expected to behave—what the spectrum is. Books don’t just cater to tastes. They form tastes. They create norms—and as the examples above show, the norms young people take away are not necessarily the norms adults intend. This is why I am skeptical of the social utility of so-called “problem novels”—books that have a troubled main character, such as a girl with a father who started raping her when she was a toddler and anonymously provides her with knives when she is a teenager hoping that she will cut herself to death. (This scenario is from Cheryl Rainfield’s 2010 Young Adult novel, Scars, which School Library Journal hailed as “one heck of a good book.”) The argument in favor of such books is that they validate the real and terrible experiences of teenagers who have been abused, addicted, or raped—among other things. The problem is that the very act of detailing these pathologies, not just in one book but in many, normalizes them. And teenagers are all about identifying norms and adhering to them.
In journalist Emily Bazelon’s recent book about bullying, she describes how schools are using a method called “social norming” to discourage drinking and driving. “The idea,” she writes, “is that students often overestimate how much other kids drink and drive, and when they find out that it’s less prevalent than they think—outlier behavior rather than the norm—they’re less likely to do it themselves.” The same goes for bullying: “When kids understand that cruelty isn’t the norm,” Bazelon says, “they’re less likely to be cruel themselves.”
Now isn’t that interesting?
Ok, you say, but books for kids have always been dark. What about Hansel and Gretel? What about the scene in Beowulf where the monster sneaks into the Danish camp and starts eating people?
Beowulf is admittedly gruesome in parts—and fairy tales are often scary. Yet we approach them at a kind of arm’s length, almost as allegory. In the case of Beowulf, furthermore, children reading it—or having it read to them—are absorbing the rhythms of one of mankind’s great heroic epics, one that explicitly reminds us that our talents come from God and that we act under God’s eye and guidance. Even with the gore, Beowulf won’t make a child callous. It will help to civilize him.
English philosopher Roger Scruton has written at length about what he calls the modern “flight from beauty,” which he sees in every aspect of our contemporary culture. “It is not merely,” he writes, “that artists, directors, musicians and others connected with the arts”—here we might include authors of Young Adult literature—“are in a flight from beauty . . . . There is a desire to spoil beauty . . . . For beauty makes a claim on us; it is a call to renounce our narcisissm and look with reverence on the world.”
We can go to the Palazzo Borghese in Rome and stand before Caravaggio’s painting of David with the head of Goliath, and though we are looking at horror we are not seeing ugliness. The light that plays across David’s face and chest, and that slants across Goliath’s half-open eyes and mouth, transforms the scene into something beautiful. The problem with the darker offerings in Young Adult literature is that they lack this transforming and uplifting quality. They take difficult subjects and wallow in them in a gluttonous way; they show an orgiastic lack of restraint that is the mark of bad taste.
Young Adult book author Sherman Alexie wrote a rebuttal to my article entitled, “Why the Best Kids Books are Written in Blood.” In it, he asks how I could honestly believe that a sexually explicit Young Adult novel might traumatize a teenaged mother. “Does she believe that a YA novel about murder and rape will somehow shock a teenager whose life has been damaged by murder and rape? Does she believe a dystopian novel will frighten a kid who already lives in hell?”
Well of course I don’t. But I also don’t believe that the vast majority of 12-to-18-year-olds are living in hell. And as for those who are, does it really serve them to give them more torment and sulphur in the stories they read?
The body of children’s literature is a little like the Library of Babel in the Jorge Luis Borges story—shelf after shelf of books, many almost gibberish, but a rare few filled with wisdom and beauty and answers to important questions. These are the books that have lasted because generation after generation has seen in them something transcendent, and has passed them on. Maria Tatar, who teaches children’s literature at Harvard, describes books like The Chronicles of Narnia, The Wind in the Willows, The Jungle Books, and Pinocchio as “setting minds into motion, renewing senses, and almost rewiring brains.”
Or as William Wordsworth wrote: “What we have loved/others will love, and we will teach them how.”
* * *
The good news is that just like the lousy books of the past, the lousy books of the present will blow away like chaff. The bad news is that they will leave their mark. As in so many aspects of culture, the damage they do can’t easily be measured. It is more a thing to be felt—a coarseness, an emptiness, a sorrow.
“Beauty is vanishing from our world because we live as if it does not matter.” That’s Roger Scruton again. But he doesn’t want us to despair. He also writes:
It is one mark of rational beings that they do not live only—or even at all—in the present. They have the freedom to despise the world that surrounds them and live another way. The art, literature, and music of our civilization remind them of this, and also point to the path that lies always before them: the path out of desecration towards the sacred and the sacrificial.
Let me close with Saint Paul the Apostle in Philippians 4:8:
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
And let us think about these words when we go shopping for books for our children.
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Sunday, August 11, 2013
Exploring Catholic Literature
This arrived yesterday and I knew very little about it. I can't even remember exactly how I came across it--the ways of the Internet are intricate--but I do remember thinking this is good... Opening it it was a nice surprise after another! At first glance the words in the introduction ringed true and beautiful. Then there were the selections: the expected Saint Augustine, and Dante, but some unknown to me sandwiched here and there, and towards the end of the chronologically-ordered titles both Hopkins and Flannery O'Connor, and Sigrid Undset too! Then there is the UD professor (where Number Three attends college) praising it on the back cover, and to top it all off , the book is written by a UST professor (where Number Five is about to start college).
No, I haven't really started reading it, but what a joy to begin a book on literary criticism that we already know will be good and open new insights into authors we already love... and introduce us to authors to-be-loved!
Thursday, August 01, 2013
A good book is hard to find
Husband has been taking about this favorite book of his for years, and we have started listening to it together recently on Audible. The trip to and MN had us digging deeper into the beautifully narrated story of Guy Crouchback, the protagonist of this war-time masterpiece by Evelyn Waugh.It is a trilogy and we are still in the first volume, but Audible has a three-into-one version that is working well for us.
Why does a book of war-time England win my heart when so many don't? It is not England and not war-time. Period or setting doesn't make a good book. Waugh chose those because good writers choose backgrounds they are intimately familiar with.
It is the heart in it. The beauty of the human heart when it lives turned to God. How disconcerting Goodness and Beauty can be to the small-minded. How the gems of truth and joy in life come unexpected, in small, unimportant moments.
Today I am so thankful to Husband for choosing good books and inviting me to join in.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
On Husband and his love for Poetry

With permission from publisher Margot Davidson, I am sharing my (very brief and imperfect) article in the current issue of the national Catholic homeschool periodical Mater & Magistra that is sadly in its last year of existence. Enjoy!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Article for Mater & Magistra
I don't usually do this, and truthfully I don't even know if I am supposed to do it, but here it is, an article I just wrote for the national Catholic home-school periodical. I enjoyed writing it, and it ties with the last post. It will be edited and crunched for space for sure, and perhaps it's a good thing. And a new and decent title will be found by the excellent Editor. Mater & Magistra is in its last year and it is sad. I will miss writing for them immensely.
My husband's love for poetry and how it enriches our family
I may have written my masters thesis on translating poetry, but my husband Geoff, the scientist, is the poetry man of the house.
Geoff's love for poetry showed itself to me very early in our relationship. Our graduate school dates, limited to public spaces and lack of money, were made up for the most part of walking and sitting on park benches or lawns and talking. He splurged sometimes and took me to the neighborhood Chinese joint. Oooh! I felt like a queen and we somehow made those dinners last hours, what with choosing between rice and lo-mein and sipping slowly the two Tsingtaos.
He wasn't then Catholic. But he asked me if I knew the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins. I looked at him blankly. A Jesuit, Catholic, British poet? (Even since then there has been very little of Hopkins translated or talked about in my native country.) No, I hadn't heard of it. Geoff went to tell me about the great, suffering poet whose work he so admired. If someone would have asked me then, I would have certainly answered: "Yes, this guy will read poems to our numerous children one day. He is the one I have been looking for!" I am glad no one did ask me that. Perhaps Geoff would have run away as fast as he could, had he known my castles in the air.
Fast forward a few years: we may not have had "numerous" children yet, but he was already reading poetry to the oldest of our children. Our oldest son remembers dad's English classes at home to the children of family friends: he can still recite William Blake's "Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright...." But it was our second child who showed early literary and poetic tendencies, and from early on she greatly enjoyed when her dad read aloud a Robert Service poem.
It wasn't planned, or weekly. It was sporadic as sporadic can be. Depending on the climate, the overall state of things inside the home, and the conversation topic over coffee, my good husband would spring up from the chair and go to the exact location on our wall-to-wall bookshelf and retrieve the very volume he sought. And he would read aloud, slowly and clearly, not only from Robert Service but also Shakespeare, Tennyson, Longfellow, Robert Browning, Edgar Alan Poe, Christina Rossetti, William Blake, John Donne, and even some fun nonsense from Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear. The colorful, multi-sized volumes, some old and in poor condition, would enjoy lights and smells of kitchen and hearth room held in the hands of a good father. Once in a while he would grab a volume of his favorite poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Reading Hopkins isn't easy. He certainly doesn't do it perfectly. But he reads it with a heart of admiration and love, and it shows through his recitations. And, of course, Hopkins' sprung rhythm and amazing language speaks for itself:
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; 5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; 10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Was it way over the heads of the kids? Certainly. Such is life: our road is towards the unreachable Perfection, and yet we trod, everyday. They may not understand, but children are somehow awed and inspired by greatness. It gives them a longing for greater things. Read them great poetry when they are very young, and they will not settle for poetic mediocrity later in life: they will know there is better elsewhere!
In our third son's high school years my husband offered a one-year course in Poetry to our homeschool group and several of their friends enjoyed the opportunity to study poetry together. I wrote a course description:
Poetry in the English Language
Poetry has been a lifelong passion of Dr. Henebry!
In this course we will explore the riches of poetry in the English language.
The text will be "Immortal Poems of the English Language", a splendid anthology by Oscar Williams of 150 British and American poets spanning 600 years. Emphasis will be on understanding the poems, how they work, how they sound, and what they say.
During that course, my teen son would say that "Dad should have been a Literature professor, not a scientist!" He greatly enjoyed that weekly hour dedicated to the study of poetry, around a round table in a library classroom. My husband attended a Great Books program college, but during graduate school he did not take a single Humanities course. His passion for poetry come from his love for literature and art, and from his high school days.
I find poetry at once beautiful and difficult. The meaning-laden verses, especially in English, seem obscure to me often times. Even under this disadvantage I have been enormously thankful, as a wife and mother, for this role my husband has played in our home. It wasn't done perfectly. Little if anything is done perfectly in our home, most probably like anyone else's home. But as Chesterton so famously opined: "if a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly."
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Gerard Manley Hopkins in Portuguese!
I'm writing an article today for Mater & Magistra and I had to research some poetry... and I wondered if this poet has some of his work translated into Portuguese... and I found the most beautiful translation! I admit Hopkins' poetry is very difficult for me. I find that reading the translations in my native tongue, my Língua-Mãe, actually lifts a veil from his poetry.
Now this is the kind of find that makes my day! I include two below. I found them here.
PARAGEM-PARAÍSO
Uma noviça toma o céu
Quis ir para um lugar
Onde não falte fonte,
Nem grasse gelo áspero e bifronte;
Só lírios para olhar.
Pedi para ficar
Onde o vento não ouse,
Silente, a verde vaga ao porto pouse;
Longe, o clamor do mar.
HEAVEN-HAVEN / A nun takes the veil
I have desired to go / Where springs not fail, / To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail / And a few lilies blow. / / And I have asked to be / Where no storms come, / Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, / And out of the swing of the sea.
Em ouro ou ouropel faísca o seu fulgor;
Grandiosa em cada grão, cada limo em óleo amor-
Tecido. Mas por que não temem sua ira?
Gerações vêm e vão; tudo o que gera, gira
E gora em mercancia; em barro, em borra de labor;
E ao homem mancha o suor, o sujo, a sujeição; sem cor
O solo agora é; nem mais, solado, o pé o sentira.
E ainda assim a natureza não se curva;
Um límpido frescor do ser das coisas vaza;
E quando a última luz o torvo Oeste turva
Ah, a aurora, ao fim da fímbria oriental, abrasa –
Porque o Espírito Santo sobre a curva
Terra com alma ardente abre ah! a asa alva.
God’s grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. / It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; / It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil / Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? / Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; / And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; /And wears man`s smudge and shares man`s smell: the soil / Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. / / And for all this, nature is never spent; / There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; / And though the last lights off the black West went / Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs – / Because the Holy Ghost over the bent / World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Now this is the kind of find that makes my day! I include two below. I found them here.
PARAGEM-PARAÍSO
Uma noviça toma o céu
Quis ir para um lugar
Onde não falte fonte,
Nem grasse gelo áspero e bifronte;
Só lírios para olhar.
Pedi para ficar
Onde o vento não ouse,
Silente, a verde vaga ao porto pouse;
Longe, o clamor do mar.
I have desired to go / Where springs not fail, / To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail / And a few lilies blow. / / And I have asked to be / Where no storms come, / Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, / And out of the swing of the sea.
A grandeza de Deus
A grandeza de Deus o mundo inteiro a admira.Em ouro ou ouropel faísca o seu fulgor;
Grandiosa em cada grão, cada limo em óleo amor-
Tecido. Mas por que não temem sua ira?
Gerações vêm e vão; tudo o que gera, gira
E gora em mercancia; em barro, em borra de labor;
E ao homem mancha o suor, o sujo, a sujeição; sem cor
O solo agora é; nem mais, solado, o pé o sentira.
E ainda assim a natureza não se curva;
Um límpido frescor do ser das coisas vaza;
E quando a última luz o torvo Oeste turva
Ah, a aurora, ao fim da fímbria oriental, abrasa –
Porque o Espírito Santo sobre a curva
Terra com alma ardente abre ah! a asa alva.
God’s grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. / It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; / It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil / Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? / Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; / And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; /And wears man`s smudge and shares man`s smell: the soil / Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. / / And for all this, nature is never spent; / There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; / And though the last lights off the black West went / Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs – / Because the Holy Ghost over the bent / World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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