Winter flowers. #blog

Winter flowers. #blog | January 28, 2014 at 11:29AM
Winter flowers. #blog

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Pioneer Girls

I started rereading the Little House books after Jennette and I got talking about them the other day.  (I’m not entirely sure how we made the segue from brunch mimosas to The Long Winter. We are talented!) I’d totally recommend rereading them as an adult and rediscovering so many familiar scenes, but if you’re going to reread them, definitely take a break between These Happy Golden Years and The First Four Years. I reread them in succession, finishing each one and then immediately beginning the next, and at The First Four Years, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

Each chapter of These Happy Golden Years reads like a blog post, a narrative essay ending on a high note. I read on my iPad, and without the thickness of a book in my hands, I kept thinking each chapter end was really the book’s end. They have all the Ingalls tells, like song lyrics and poetic prairie descriptions.

And then in The First Four Years, Almanzo is suddenly 10 years older than Laura. Apparently the part where she is a 16 year old schoolteacher and he is a 19 year old homesteader was fictional… so they are not a well matched precocious pair of young adults, but a slightly creepy 15 and 25 when they begin sleigh dating. Also he took on massive debt to fund their new house! And their crops keep failing! And Almanzo keeps borrowing against the next year’s crop!

I thought I might have been taking the story of a young (ish. I mean, Almanzo is my age.) couple’s setbacks too much to heart, but after three years of crop failure, and a bout of diphtheria, their house burns down. I was really surprised to read about their stillborn son, I didn’t remember it from childhood reading because the oblique references to pregnancy and childbirth went right over my little girl head. Ma Ingalls would have approved.

So yeah, take a little break first, and think about how great Those Happy Golden Years is.

pioneer girl I was happy to get the eARC for Bich Minh Nguyen’s Pioneer Girl, because it was described as a novel about a Vietnamese-American grad student researching Laura Ingalls Wilder and her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane. The key to the mystery is a golden brooch, that resembles the description of a gift Almanzo gives Laura in These Happy Golden Years. An American journalist called Rose left it in a Saigon cafe in the 60s, and now the granddaughter of that cafe owner wonders if that journalist might really have been Rose Wilder Lane.

The Lien family and the Ingalls-Wilder family share more than just possibly the gold cabin pin. As Lee Lien investigates Rose’s papers, she also starts to uncover more about her family and the topics they don’t discuss. We also see parallels between the Ingalls family’s travels, always in search of a better place, and the Lien family, immigrating from Vietnam and then moving throughout the Midwest.

Lee is hanging out at home after grad school, helping out a bit in the family’s cafe, and hoping for a job offer. Spending time at home as an adult leads to levels of discovery, as she ruminates on her brother’s favored status, on job prospects for a lit grad (I hear you, Lee!), their father’s death, the family’s travels around the Midwest, working at Chinese buffet restaurants, and focuses on her grandfather’s meeting with Rose Wilder, throwing herself into research and uncovering secrets in both families.

Sections of the book rang so true, like reading Edith Wharton for what the author calls the “wealth porn”, while other sections, like stumbling across secret documents at Rose Wilder historical site, were almost magical fiction. (I had some feelings about Rose’s secret child, but I Had Feelings over the improper archival methods.)

As Little House is a memoir that reads like fiction, Pioneer Girl is fiction that reads like a memoir. The story is a collection of loosely related arcs, and between the rambling and the slow reveals, it just felt more like an account of real events than a novel.

It’s not a memoir. I kept telling myself, because I would cringe at the unflattering descriptions of characters. (I’m over 30 years old, and I worry about fictional characters feeling badly about themselves) It’s not real people. I should have tried this for The First Four Years.

    Pioneer Girl is ultimately about wanderlust, that brought Pa Ingalls out to Indian Territory, and the wanderlust of all the homesteaders and immigrants, and the wanderlust in Lee’s family, as they move from one Chinese buffet restaurant to the next in the Midwest, and Lee’s own wanderlust, taking a job that seems promising but still might fail, leaving her just like Pa and Almanzo.

I received an eARC of this novel from the publisher to review. As always, all opinions are my own, and review copies have never stopped me from snarking about a bad book.

Edit: Julie reviewed Pioneer Girl too! PS Julie and I are friends because she also got very upset over a book character pocketing a historical document. 

 

 

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Instagramming

Hey, you guys, am I using Instagram right? #sunset #flowers #nature #lotsoffilters

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Improve Your Twitter Engagement with ReTweet.ly | (The) Absolute

I’m mostly covering indie games for (The) Absolute, but I’ve also been writing about interesting tech startups, too:

Web app retweet.ly aims to trade related retweets between users. Retweet.ly users sign in with their Twitter accounts, choose one of their recent tweets to share, and then browse through tweets other users would like retweeted. Users decide which of retweet.ly’s messages to retweet, and can always skip sharing tweets that would bore their followers.

Because I could sort potential RTs by interest, and then find the tweets other users had self-selected as most interesting and share-worthy, I found it was a surprisingly good way to find relevant news outside of my usual networks.

Of course, this system is only as good as the users, tweets, and Twitter accounts connecting to it. Under the Tech category, I found about three or four good pieces of shareable industry news to every one GET MORE FOLLOWERS WITH THIS EASY SYSTEM! RT! RT! spam tweet. The category Fun Stuff, though, was mostly followback pyramids. All the more reason to sign up with retweet.ly and get your clever tweets out there!

via Improve Your Twitter Engagement with ReTweet.ly | (The) Absolute.

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Still Life With Tardis

Harold is at my parents’ house, after driving up for a meeting and then getting caught into the snowstorm. I’m really glad he’s spending the night there, and not on the road in a blizzard, but it’s sad to be in Chapel Hill without him, and it does mean another day without the car for me.

Chapel Hill really requires a car. I got a ride into work, which was awesome, but I can’t just rely on people to drive me around all the time, especially if it’s going to be a couple days and not a one-off favor, so I decided to take the bus back. It’s only 2 buses from my office back to my apartment, and I routinely took more transfers than that in NYC, without even thinking about it. If I could make public transit work out for me, I wouldn’t have to drive and park every day, and that would seriously improve my opinion of this area! I went out to wait for the bus. North Carolina laughed in my face and started snowing.

Also my phone died, taking with it the number of a cab company I’d saved in case my travels didn’t work out, but I can’t reasonably blame that on location.   At the bus stop (which is in the middle of a strip mall parking lot, because North Carolina),  I noticed I was only wearing one earring. It was one of my my 3D-printed Tardis earrings, which I bought from an artist in Seattle, so pretty hard to replace it. Ugh. Losing my favorite earring at that point is exactly the kind of heavy-handed symbolism I would just hate to read.

It was no longer snowing this morning, or even particularly cold out. It’s actually only one bus to my office if I walk a bit first, which is quite nice in the sunshine. I enjoyed walking quickly up the street, and commuting with my Kindle and my coffee, and my bag tucked between my knees. (Because that is how you ride public transportation. You do not take up more than one seat. I’m just saying.) Civis Romanus sum, and all that. 

At work, I pulled on the corduroy blazer I leave in my office (because I’m always chilly, and apparently it’s not professional to curl up in a duvet at my desk), and found my missing Tardis earring in the pocket! It wasn’t really lost! I think I’d slipped it off while on the phone with Harold, finding out that he wasn’t going to make it back last night? And I wasn’t exactly thinking about my earrings then? I’m not totally sure. But it’s here!

So I’m just, you know, sitting at work a couple hours early, taking photos of my earrings. As one does.

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I Miss Chipperson

Sometimes I really, really miss working with Chip.

Chip

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I Guess I Could Read The Walltext

I enjoy going to the museum with Harold — I like both Harold and art museums very much — but  we go off in opposite directions immediately. There is almost no overlap in our interests here. I wave him over to look at a Chinese inscription, full of my own cleverness when I can read a bit on an ancient vase. (Actually, ‘reading’ is an exaggeration. The few Chinese words I can recognize — up and big and China and mountain — are the simple ones that haven’t really changed much in centuries, so it’s really just me announcing a few characters I recognize, while pretending to be deciphering ancient wisdom.)

I also call him over to look at classical art, because I need a second opinion on what myth is being depicted. I got through my art-history courses by treating classical iconography like a hidden objects game, and I enjoy it more in a gallery than on an exam. The dude with grapes is probably Dionysus, the lady in a helmet is Athene. White background and lots of reeds? Probably the Reed Painter.  This is apparently less fun to people who did not major in classics.

Harold studied art, instead, and is more interested in modern works. I always ask him about it, because despite boring Harold through the Asian and Ancient wings, I still want to visit the museum together. Then he tries to explain it to me, saying things about form and color and photography freeing art to become less representational, which makes no sense at all. I don’t really get abstract pieces, but if you want to paint blobs and lines and sections of color, why don’t you title it something that hints at the point? Why are these always called things like 27 and Untitled? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND FROM THAT? Where is the narrative? What is happening in this picture? Ugh. Then I get very frustrated because I would really like to be someone who looks at abstract art and says something thoughtful and intelligent, but mostly I think there’s a lot of green in this one.

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Two At The Most

martini

My whole office went out after a new-semester meeting, and my boss ordered everyone a different, personalized drink. He wanted to know if I thought my martini was a good call or if he should have gone with his second choice for me, a PBR. I think he gets me.

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Still Life With Identity Crisis

Still Life With Identity Crisis #blog | January 16, 2014 at 10:19PM
Still Life With Identity Crisis #blog

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GoodReads Year

books 2013
If you remember to update your GoodReads after you read something, you’ll be able to view these lovely virtual shelves of books you’ve read in the past year. I only sporadically remember to use GoodReads, and so plenty of the books I’ve read never made it to my virtual shelves.

Still, I really like the image it made. I cheated a little here by pasting No Other Gods in over a book called First Activation, which was not just the worst book I read in 2013 but quite possibly one of the worst books I’ve ever read. It is the only 1-star review I’ve left, and that’s only because I couldn’t leave a 0-star review.)

I also started a GoodReads 100 book challenge. Not because I need encouragement to read 100 books in a year, but because I need to be reminded to update GoodReads and share reviews.

2014 Reading Challenge

2014 Reading Challenge
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