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Masterpiece

Just finished reading Masterpiece by Elise Broach, and am ready to inflict my harsh judgement of it on the world:

After finishing, I went back and re-read the reviews that have been published about this book, and I can’t be as enthusiastic as most “official” reviewers have been.  While it’s a charming and engaging story, with a fair amount of suspense, it also feels to me like a story written with a wink and a nod to adults.  If I were cynical, I might think that this adult appeal were intentionally included – but I’m not cynical.  I do think that Broach wrote the story that she wanted to write, and that she wasn’t trying to draw in legions of adult fans.  But the weaknesses are there, as evidenced in the following quotes:

“When you saw different parts of the world, you saw different parts of yourself.  And when you stayed home, where it was safe, those parts of yourself also stayed hidden.” (page 268)  A prime example of telling and not showing; while there are worthy thoughts in these two sentences, they slam you over the head with their meaning.  I would have been happier if Marvin had had his adventures and shown his emotional maturation in subtler ways.  Readers aren’t stupid; they would have gotten the point that Marvin’s adventures expanded his horizons and helped him grow as a person – um, beetle, that is.

“Fortunately, Uncle Albert [a beetle] was able to maneuver his way through the vents at the back of the oven and reconnect a loose wire.  This fixed the problem, though not before the Pompadays had a heated exchange about unreliable foreign appliances, Mr. Pompaday’s lack of handiness, and the fact that if Mrs. Pompaday were a real cook, she wouldn’t be using a microwave anyway.” (page 172)  ~ This section clearly aims to amuse the adult reader – the reader who’s been married, been disappointed in his or her spouse’s shortcomings, and felt cheated by an expensive appliance that hasn’t measured up to quality standards.

There are many more specific passages like these two that feel intended for an adult audience, and then there are also the larger themes of the book.  The friendship between James the human and Marvin the beetle feels weak and underdeveloped; there are kernels of a friendship there, but I didn’t see enough connection between the two characters to create the level of bond that they are supposed to share.  But this friendship, selfless on the part of Marvin and very productive for James (he gains his mother’s love, the friendship of his classmates, and fame for catching the thief), carries with it grand lessons about being a good friend and valuing your friendship and your friend’s happiness above personal gain and recognition.  I found these grand lessons too heavy-handed and pedantic, and would have preferred a lighter, subtler touch.

I did enjoy the story, and will use the book for the 5th grade book group, since it should provoke a decent discussion.  But I don’t think it’s a “masterpiece,” and I certainly wouldn’t nominate it for the Newbery (I saw it on a layman’s list of potential Newbery nominees).  On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Masterpiece a 5.

Current reading

With no book groups for a couple of weeks, I’ve been doing some reading just for the sake of reading – here are the books that I’m working on:

The People of Sparks by Jeanne DuPrau.  While I didn’t enjoy this as much as The City of Ember, I still liked it, and have requested the other two books in the series from the library.  It’s not often that I get the urge to read an entire series of books; usually I get bored with series books, especially science fiction series, so it’s a compliment to DuPrau that I’m continuing with this one.

(At this point, Max jumped into my lap, and is now providing a dusty impediment to my typing – clearly we need to vacuum, he’s so dusty – but he’s too cute to evict, so I’ll soldier on…)

Masterpiece by Elise Broach.  I’m enjoying this one so far, and think that I’ll use it as the February choice for my 5th grade book group, provided I can locate a copy of it on CD for the book group member who prefers books on CD.  It’s a bit cute, but also a bit innovative, and I’m hoping that the plot will progress in a way that stresses innovation over cuteness.

Chasing Vermeer and The Calder Game by Blue Balliett.  I’ve been meaning to read these for a while now, and found pristine copies of each at the used book store yesterday, so now I have no excuses.  (And, truthfully, I’m a little ashamed that I’ve never read these two books…they are contemporary classics, and I should know them…)

I Put a Spell on You by Adam Selzer.   Another possible book group choice, though I don’t know enough about this book to say for sure yet.  I think I’ve mostly been drawn in by the Scrabble letters on the cover, since Jim and I do like to play Scrabble.

There are more, of course: several books in the bookcase in the foyer that I’ve bought over the last few months and keep meaning to read.  There never seems to be enough time to get to them all, though a cold rainy day like today certainly helps.

(And one endnote: yes, Max is still living with us.  My asthma calmed down significantly, Ophy and Pippa seem to have adjusted to him, and we just plain love the little bugger too much to give him up.)

Ice Storm

If you don’t live in or near central Massachusetts, you may not know how much havoc was wreaked by last week’s ice storm.  The library in which I work is located in central Mass, and storm-related power outages have forced us to be closed Friday, Saturday, and Monday.  As of this writing, we’re not sure of our status for Tuesday.  The schools in town are closed at least through Thursday.  Jim and I live two towns over, and were spared any damage or power outages, but most of our neighboring towns were hit as hard as the town I work in.  We’ve talked to many people in those affected towns who have said that their homes are a frosty 46 degrees, and have no idea when their power will be restored.

I had to drive out to the library on Monday to sign for Jim’s FedEx-shipped Christmas gift (at the time I ordered it, it seemed like a fabulous idea to have it delivered to the library, where there’s always someone to sign for packages – not seeming like such a great idea anymore…), and I was blown away by the damage along the road starting only about two miles from our house.  Tall deciduous trees were snapped in half; evergreen branches were down everywhere; and at one point in the road the power line was sagging down almost to the ground, obviously stretched by the weight of the ice.  Power line crews and tree crews were everywhere along the road, looking weary and overwhelmed.  I waved thanks to one police officer directing traffic, and I could swear I could see dark baggy circles under his eyes.

I’ve heard the damage from this storm described two ways by people who live in my library’s town:  “like a war zone” and “looks like a tornado went through.”  Neither is an exaggeration.  It looks like it will be a long time before the cleanup from the storm is complete, and I’m sure we’ll be talking about it for even longer. 

Twilight, the movie

Alyson and Lisa and I went to see Twilight the movie a little over a week ago, and this past Saturday Lisa hosted a Twilight movie discussion at the library for teens.  So in the past week I’ve been thinking a lot about the movie, and having a lot of conversations with others about the movie.  And my verdict stays the same as when I left the theater: it’s pretty bad.

I’ve read the whole Twilight saga, but I’m not a huge fan of the series.  The books are compelling at times, and also outrageously dull at times, and I was actually pretty relieved when I got to the end of Breaking Dawn and knew that I was DONE.  So I went into the movie without any huge expectations for what I was about to see, and would call myself more objective than someone who loves, loves, loves the books.

For me, then, the movie didn’t fail because of the little details that are different from the books (I couldn’t care less whether the Cullens’ house is white and traditional or brown and modern), but because it’s poorly done and badly acted.  The pace of the film drags, and Edward and Bella have little “chemistry” with each other.  Bella looks perpetually mentally overtaxed, as if it hurts to think, and Edward is stiff and awkward and anything but sexy.  Their scenes together are way too long, and the pauses in their conversations that are meant to be pregnant with meaning are simply overdrawn and deadly boring.

Aside from the problems with Edward and Bella, the film fails in other ways.  The makeup is overdone, most notably the first time we see Carlisle Cullen in the emergency room.  Carlisle’s face is powdered vampire white, but his neck is its natural color – there’s actually a makeup demarkation line along his chin.  And, as one of the teens attending on Saturday noted, Carlisle’s hair is obviously dyed blonde.  “Hello,” the teen commented, “Couldn’t they have found any naturally blonde attractive actors?????”

Other failings:  Lisa noticed a cameraman showing in the scene where Bella is being harrassed by the thugs in the city (and Lisa saw the movie three times); some of the actors are poorly cast (Jasper comes to mind here, as his doofus expression inspired an explosion of laughter amongst my fellow theater-goers); and the plot would be pretty hard to follow if you hadn’t read the books.

I thought the movie sucked (great word to use when describing a vampire movie!), and I was shocked to read David Denby’s review of it in The New Yorker.  I had to read Denby’s review three times to confirm that yes, he liked it.  Huh??  I almost lost faith in my own opinion after reading that review: maybe I’d missed something?  Maybe I’m a lot dumber than Denby and am showing my ignorance by hating the movie?  But then I watched Paul Giamatti in John Adams and felt confident again in my condemnation of Twilight.  I’m no movie critic, but I can tell the difference between a well-done, well-acted film and a C+ vampire flick.

Alex the Jester

Thursday night the library hosted a great act – Alex the Jester, an internationally known court jester.  Alex put on a fabulous show, keeping the audience riveted and in stitches for a very happy evening hour.  I enjoyed his performance immensely, and laughing that hard was extremely welcome after the less-than-stellar week I’d had. 

To see a video of Alex performing, visit his website at www.alexthejester.com.    To all those children’s librarians out there – or schools, or whoever is in the market for a great performer to bring to your venue – Alex is a class act, professional and easy to work with, and totally delivers a terrific show.  This comment from one of the library’s patrons sums it up best:  “We all had a great time…the kids say that on a scale of 1 to 10, Alex is ‘off the charts!'”

How I know when I’m tired…

It’s been a busy, busy, BUSY fall, and all of a sudden, tonight, I’m feeling it.  How do I know?  Usually I get a bit of adrenaline flowing before a big show (Alex the Jester is performing tonight, to a “sold-out” crowd), but tonight I was just barely awake as I showed Alex the performance area.  Nearly fell asleep while eating dinner, too.  Decided to finish off my dinner break by writing a blog entry – but it doesn’t seem to be waking me up, either.

But I’m sure that I’ll wake up when 90 people descend on the performance hall for Alex’s show.  And then, hopefully, I’ll be awake enough to really enjoy the show…

24 toes

24 toes can cause a lot of trouble, especially when they’re connected the mind of a kitten.  I love Max dearly, but this living-with-a-kitten thing is new to me.  I’m used to staid, tired older cats who loll around most of the day.

Yesterday Max found the steel wool next to the kitchen sink while we were out running errands.  He doesn’t appear to have suffered any ill effects, but he sure did a number on that poor piece of now-discarded steel wool.

This morning I went to fill up my Camelbak water bottle, and couldn’t find the squishy little tip that you’re supposed to drink through.  After taking it out of the dishwasher, I had laid the three bottle pieces out on the first shelf of the upper kitchen cabinet to dry.  Ophy and Pippa have never touched anything in the cabinets (we don’t have cabinet doors), so I didn’t give it a second thought.  But, blech, I will from now on.  The squishy little drinking tip was under our oven, all covered in lint and yucky stuff.  Yuck yuck yuck.  To his credit, Max supervised and “helped” while I fished it out.

And yesterday morning, Max “helped” Jim scoop the litterboxes.  We use Feline Pine, and Jim sifts the used sawdust out into a bag for disposal.  As Jim was working, Max watched attentively…then pounced on the bag, sending an enormous puff of urine-laced sawdust up into Jim’s face.  (Once more, Jim proved what a great guy he is – mad as hops, but didn’t say a harsh word to little Max.)

So cute, but so troublesome.  Ah, little guy, what will we do with you?

The mystery of readership

Blogging is fun, but there is an element of mystery involved in being a blogger.  Who, really, is reading this blog? 

I know there are “lurkers,” people who read blogs without ever leaving a comment, and in the case of my blog, I do know who some of the lurkers are, since they’re people I know well who have confessed to reading without commenting.  I might see one of these people at work, or at Thanksgiving dinner, and the person will say, “Hey, I read your post on X, and liked it.”  (Or maybe they didn’t like the post, but we don’t want to go there, do we?)

The mystery for me, though, is whether any resident of the town in which I work has ever found and read my blog.  The residents of this town are well-educated, and most people who live in the town have a computer and internet access at home.  In addition, it’s a small town, which lends itself to residents taking an interest in the workings of the town.  So it feels like someone, sometime must have Googled my name and found my blog.  Yet I’ve never had a posted comment from a town resident, and no town resident has ever mentioned to me that they read my blog. 

Why does this matter, you wonder?  It matters to me because if I knew that town residents were reading my blog, then I would make a concerted effort to post entries about registration deadlines for events and storytimes, and I would also periodically post entries about newly arrived books at the library (much as I send lists of newly arrived books to the local newspaper in my weekly submission).  But I certainly won’t bother writing those posts if there’s no demand for them.

What a mystery.  While I ponder it, I think I’ll enjoy the company of pacified Pippa (nice woodstove fire going today), sick Ophy (kitten stress has, predictably, given her a UTI), and tuckered out Max (all that attention and love from the Thanksgiving dinner guests!).  And I’ll steel myself for going to see the movie Twilight this afternoon with Lisa and Alyson – it’ll be lots of fun to hang out with L. and A., but I’m not sure I’ll love the movie…

The future of books

On Monday, I finally got around to reading the article in the latest Horn Book magazine about Kindle and other electronic reading devices.  The article saddened me, since I am such a huge lover of actual books, and I worry that paper books will be gone the way of the dinosaur within my lifetime.

But then yesterday the 6th grade book group met to discuss City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau (a great discussion, and hopefully I’ll find time to summarize it in the next couple of days).  After our discussion, I handed out the next book we’ll be reading, Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy.  One of the kids in the group commented on the rough-cut edges of the paper in Skulduggery, and I mentioned that I love books that have those rough, imperfect page edges.  Then Sue piped up and said, “Whenever I get a new book to read, I like to feel it and open it up and smell it.  I just like the feel and smell of books.”  Several of the other kids in the group enthusiastically agreed, and began talking all at once about how much they love Books.

So I asked them how they feel about electronic reading devices.  None of the kids had ever seen or used one, but they all immediately and completely dismissed the idea of an electronic reading device.  “How would I show my friends which book I’m reading now?  They couldn’t see the cover!”  “But I like to hold a book, and sit with it in my lap.”  “But I like the smell of books!!”  “It just wouldn’t be the same.”

A very encouraging sign.  Hopefully their generation will love books as much as I do, and hopefully we’ll always have books.

Houseguest

We have a small furry houseguest.  Chances are good that he’s just a guest, and won’t be living with us permanently, but we’re certainly enjoying his company while he’s here.

So here’s the story:  my coworker Susan has a neighbor who found a four month old kitten in her yard.  The neighbor says that the kitten must have been outside for a couple of days, and he literally leaped into her arms.  The neighbor and her husband are decidedly NOT pet people (I think one or both of them has allergies), and they walked the neighborhood hoping to find the owner of this kitten (and took him to a vet to see if he had a chip implanted, which he didn’t).  Ultimately, they talked to Susan and her husband, and knowing that Susan and spouse had a cat, they somehow got Susan fully involved in trying to find a home for this little guy.

After a few days, the neighbor was getting antsy, and told Susan that if a home wasn’t found for the kitten, he’d be going to a shelter – or maybe back out on the street.  The deadline was 7 PM last night, and Jim and I decided to rise to the occasion and foster the kitten until we can find him a good home (and we have several “hot” leads, so, please, no one volunteer right now to take him!).

We picked the kitten up this morning; our vet was kind enough to stop by and examine him an hour later; and he’s proved to be both very healthy and very, very good natured.  A star patient for Dr. Reiner: after having blood drawn for the feline leukemia test, he purred madly and waited patiently for the next procedure.  Didn’t blink after being given a pill for his worms.  Didn’t complain about being given a rabies shot and feline distemper shot.  Got a bit frisky after having his claws trimmed, but one claw did get trimmed a bit short and bled a bit, so we’ll forgive him.

After passing the physical exam (no feline leukemia, no fleas, no ear mites), the vet gave us clearance to let Max roam the house freely and interact with Ophy and Pippa.  He’s a scrappy little fella, and has arched his back and hissed a bit at the girls, but so far no fights have broken out.  At the moment, all three cats are with me in the dining room, by the woodstove.  And yes, I know, we probably shouldn’t have named him, but it’s hard to just call him “Cat” or “Buddy.”  Max suits him.

Here’s a photo of the cutie, a talkative little lovebug who weighs almost five pounds at barely four months of age, and has extra toes on every single paw (click on image to enlarge):

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