Hiya peeps!
Sorry I've been sort of absent from this group...I'm not now that it's my choice! Ha ha.
Anyway, I couldn't decide between two books. I just did a "Book Recommendation Post" on my personal blog, so here are two of the books from that list. Which one would you guys like to read for July?
(Click on the picture to enlarge and read more.)
Major Pettigrew's last stand is very British, something along the lines of "Remains of the Day," and oh so tender. Focus is on human relationships.
The Art of Racing in the Rain is much more along the lines of "Tuesdays With Morrie," although there's a lot more humor in it. Focus is on life lessons.
Cast your votes in the comments, my friends!
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Let’s Talk About Dead Bodies
Disclaimer: I sort of freaked myself out by trying to hard to make this a meaningful post. Please help me me make this discussion better by commenting!
So... this month was Samalama DingDong's choice and she chose "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers" by Mary Roach. When she told me about it I was initially so excited! I ran to my nearest bookstore and picked it up. It hooked me right in the beginning.
"Being dead is absurd. It's the silliest situation you'll find yourself in. Your limbs are floppy and uncooperative. Your mouth hangs open. Being dead is unsightly and stinky and embarrassing, and there's not a damn thing to be done about it." (In the introduction) And then on the next page: "One's own dead are more than cadavers; they are place holders for the living. They are a focus, a receptacle, for emotions that no longer have one. The dead of science are always strangers."
I love how the author can go from sarcastic, witty and funny to heartfelt. It isn't something I would have thought possible on this subject. And yet she does it beautifully. I really think this book is worth discussing for so many reasons. Each of her chapters are so educational, interesting, and thought provoking. There is a lot more to being a cadaver than I thought. And I just don’t mean the donated body.
Personally I am a registered donor, on the bone marrow registry, and a regular blood donor. I love the idea of being able to bless those in need in any way I can. And yet with all that, I still am unsure about my position on donating your body to science, and some of its uses. And I guess that relates to my faith and my thoughts on our physical bodies, and how they are a gift from God that we are responsible to take care of while we are here. Now that is as far as I will go with my faith, because this shouldn't be a religious discussion, but I can’t seem to totally disconnect my faith with my logical brain… they seem to be intertwined. But I can say this… I think it is our duty as a human race to help where and when we can, and it any way we can. Ms. Roach makes me laugh when she said:
“I’m a believer in organ and tissue (bone, cartilage, skin) donation, but was startled to learn that donated skin that isn’t used for, say, grafting onto burn victims may be processed and used cosmetically to plump up wrinkles and aggrandize penises. While I have no preconceived notions on the hereafter, I stand firm in my conviction that it should not take the form of someone else’s underpants.” P.24
Okay so now I’ll jump of that podium for a second and just get back to how much I enjoyed that way Ms. Roach approached this subject, and the way she wrote about it. You can tell she has a respect for the subject and those involved, but she also added humor so the book wasn’t too heavy. I think my favorite portion of her writing was when she was talking about donor H.
“But H is different. She has made three sick people well. She has brought them extra time on earth. To be able, as a dead person, to make a gift of this magnitude is phenomenal. Most people don’t manage this sort of thing while they’re alive. Cadavers like H are the dead’s heroes. It is astounding to me, and achingly sad, that with eighty thousand people on the waiting list for donated hearts and livers and kidneys, with sixteen a day dying there on that list, that more than half of the people in the position of H’s family was in will say no, will choose to burn those organs or let them rot. We abide the surgeon’s scalpel to save our own lives, our loved ones’ lives, but not to save a strangers life. H has no heart, but heartless is the last thing you’d call her.” P.195
It must have been so very powerful to watch this persons vital organs cut out and distributed for individuals miles away from one another. To know that through this sadness to H’s family, there can be joy and hope. In a small way she still lives on.
Now I will just share a few of my favorite quotes that either had me thinking, or laughing, or both:
* “The human being of centuries past was clearly in another league, insofar as pain endurance went. The further back you go, the more we could take. P.29
*“We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.” P.84
*“The distance between the very old, sick, frail person and the dead one is short, with a poorly marked border. The more time you spend with the invalid elderly (I have seen both my parents in this state), the more you come to see extreme old age as a gradual easing into death.” Pp. 97-98
*“A male heart is in fact slightly different from a female heart. A heart surgeon can tell one from the other by looking at the ECG, because the intervals are slightly different. When you put a female heart into a man, it continues to beat like a female heart. And vice versa.” P.192
*“If you could at all help it, it was extremely advisable, historically, to avoid being epileptic. Treatments for it have included distilled human skull, dried human heart, bolus of human mummy, boy’s urine, excrement of mouse, goose, and horse, warm gladiator blood, arsenic, strychnine, cod liver oil, and borax.” P.226
*“While I am thankful to be alive in the era of antibiotics and over-the-counter Gyne-Lotrimin, I am saddened by modern medicine’s contributions to medical nomenclature. Where once we had scrofula and dropsy, now we have supraventricular tachyarrhythmia and glossopharyngeal neuralgia. Gone are quinsy, glanders, and farcy. So long exuberant granulations and cerebral softening. Fare-thee-well, tetter and hectic fever. Even the treatments used to have evocative, literary flavor. The Merck Manual of 1899 listed ‘a tumbleful of Carlsbad waters, sipped hot while dressing’ as a remedy for constipation and the lovely, if enigmatic, ‘removal inland’ as a cure for insomnia.” P.226
*“’Do not spit at the beach.’ Unless, I thought to myself, the beach suffers from nightmares, ulcers, ophthalmia, or fetid perspiration.” P.244
I am so glad that Samalama chose this book. I doubt I would have found it on my own, and I love the differing tastes of those in our book club! I hope everyone else enjoyed it and that we can have a good discussion!
So... this month was Samalama DingDong's choice and she chose "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers" by Mary Roach. When she told me about it I was initially so excited! I ran to my nearest bookstore and picked it up. It hooked me right in the beginning.
"Being dead is absurd. It's the silliest situation you'll find yourself in. Your limbs are floppy and uncooperative. Your mouth hangs open. Being dead is unsightly and stinky and embarrassing, and there's not a damn thing to be done about it." (In the introduction) And then on the next page: "One's own dead are more than cadavers; they are place holders for the living. They are a focus, a receptacle, for emotions that no longer have one. The dead of science are always strangers."
I love how the author can go from sarcastic, witty and funny to heartfelt. It isn't something I would have thought possible on this subject. And yet she does it beautifully. I really think this book is worth discussing for so many reasons. Each of her chapters are so educational, interesting, and thought provoking. There is a lot more to being a cadaver than I thought. And I just don’t mean the donated body.
Personally I am a registered donor, on the bone marrow registry, and a regular blood donor. I love the idea of being able to bless those in need in any way I can. And yet with all that, I still am unsure about my position on donating your body to science, and some of its uses. And I guess that relates to my faith and my thoughts on our physical bodies, and how they are a gift from God that we are responsible to take care of while we are here. Now that is as far as I will go with my faith, because this shouldn't be a religious discussion, but I can’t seem to totally disconnect my faith with my logical brain… they seem to be intertwined. But I can say this… I think it is our duty as a human race to help where and when we can, and it any way we can. Ms. Roach makes me laugh when she said:
“I’m a believer in organ and tissue (bone, cartilage, skin) donation, but was startled to learn that donated skin that isn’t used for, say, grafting onto burn victims may be processed and used cosmetically to plump up wrinkles and aggrandize penises. While I have no preconceived notions on the hereafter, I stand firm in my conviction that it should not take the form of someone else’s underpants.” P.24
Okay so now I’ll jump of that podium for a second and just get back to how much I enjoyed that way Ms. Roach approached this subject, and the way she wrote about it. You can tell she has a respect for the subject and those involved, but she also added humor so the book wasn’t too heavy. I think my favorite portion of her writing was when she was talking about donor H.
“But H is different. She has made three sick people well. She has brought them extra time on earth. To be able, as a dead person, to make a gift of this magnitude is phenomenal. Most people don’t manage this sort of thing while they’re alive. Cadavers like H are the dead’s heroes. It is astounding to me, and achingly sad, that with eighty thousand people on the waiting list for donated hearts and livers and kidneys, with sixteen a day dying there on that list, that more than half of the people in the position of H’s family was in will say no, will choose to burn those organs or let them rot. We abide the surgeon’s scalpel to save our own lives, our loved ones’ lives, but not to save a strangers life. H has no heart, but heartless is the last thing you’d call her.” P.195
It must have been so very powerful to watch this persons vital organs cut out and distributed for individuals miles away from one another. To know that through this sadness to H’s family, there can be joy and hope. In a small way she still lives on.
Now I will just share a few of my favorite quotes that either had me thinking, or laughing, or both:
* “The human being of centuries past was clearly in another league, insofar as pain endurance went. The further back you go, the more we could take. P.29
*“We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.” P.84
*“The distance between the very old, sick, frail person and the dead one is short, with a poorly marked border. The more time you spend with the invalid elderly (I have seen both my parents in this state), the more you come to see extreme old age as a gradual easing into death.” Pp. 97-98
*“A male heart is in fact slightly different from a female heart. A heart surgeon can tell one from the other by looking at the ECG, because the intervals are slightly different. When you put a female heart into a man, it continues to beat like a female heart. And vice versa.” P.192
*“If you could at all help it, it was extremely advisable, historically, to avoid being epileptic. Treatments for it have included distilled human skull, dried human heart, bolus of human mummy, boy’s urine, excrement of mouse, goose, and horse, warm gladiator blood, arsenic, strychnine, cod liver oil, and borax.” P.226
*“While I am thankful to be alive in the era of antibiotics and over-the-counter Gyne-Lotrimin, I am saddened by modern medicine’s contributions to medical nomenclature. Where once we had scrofula and dropsy, now we have supraventricular tachyarrhythmia and glossopharyngeal neuralgia. Gone are quinsy, glanders, and farcy. So long exuberant granulations and cerebral softening. Fare-thee-well, tetter and hectic fever. Even the treatments used to have evocative, literary flavor. The Merck Manual of 1899 listed ‘a tumbleful of Carlsbad waters, sipped hot while dressing’ as a remedy for constipation and the lovely, if enigmatic, ‘removal inland’ as a cure for insomnia.” P.226
*“’Do not spit at the beach.’ Unless, I thought to myself, the beach suffers from nightmares, ulcers, ophthalmia, or fetid perspiration.” P.244
I am so glad that Samalama chose this book. I doubt I would have found it on my own, and I love the differing tastes of those in our book club! I hope everyone else enjoyed it and that we can have a good discussion!
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
My name is....
Hey everyone.. I am Samiee... Many of you have no idea who I am and that is because I am a loser and I have not been participating in this amazing book club! I have a million and one excuses as to why I have been MIA but non of them are sufficient. The truth is... I AM LAME! There I said it.. I am lame.
I have not been in a reading place. I go through phases of devouring books 2 at a time for months and then I will not read for months... I am currently in a non- reading phase. I want to participate so bad but I just can't focus. So I am so sorry folks for being lame... and I picked the book for this month and while I have it on my Nook.. ready to go I just haven't found the time to read *sigh* Someday. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Samiee-the-lame
I have not been in a reading place. I go through phases of devouring books 2 at a time for months and then I will not read for months... I am currently in a non- reading phase. I want to participate so bad but I just can't focus. So I am so sorry folks for being lame... and I picked the book for this month and while I have it on my Nook.. ready to go I just haven't found the time to read *sigh* Someday. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Samiee-the-lame
Sunday, 27 May 2012
In anticipation.... French Revolution.
How are you enjoying A Tale of Two Cities?
Anyway, in anticipation of the book discussion, I wanted to post this. It's from a fav UK show of mine, Horrible Histories.
It's Historical Wife Swap. I LOVE this! If you've read the book, you'll find some interesting insights.
FYI: Did you know that Madame Tussad got started doing wax models off the chopped off heads? Eww.
Anyway, in anticipation of the book discussion, I wanted to post this. It's from a fav UK show of mine, Horrible Histories.
It's Historical Wife Swap. I LOVE this! If you've read the book, you'll find some interesting insights.
FYI: Did you know that Madame Tussad got started doing wax models off the chopped off heads? Eww.
Monday, 30 April 2012
Happy Anniversary!
On this date in 1859 "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens was first published in serial form in a literary magazine.
Good job Stacey for picking this book!
Saturday, 28 April 2012
The next book! (Finally!)
Sorry for the delay. It's been a crazy week at work and I had to try and make time to get to the library and deal with a very unhelpful librarian who was upset that I actually required her to do something.
Sadly, the book that I really wanted us all to read, I cannot get (sometimes living in Idaho is very trying).
But all is not lost!
Since it's a certain famous novelist's 200th birthday this year, I want to read one of his novels.
Can you guess?
So.... drum roll please!
Here is this month's novel: A Tale of Two Cities.
I realise this is set during the same time as Scarlet Pimpernel, but ... it's Dickens! He's cool.
I started reading it and I really like it. He is really such a word smith.
This should be fun!
If you do have problems with understanding him, there is a website:
http://www.sparknotes.com/nofear/lit/a-tale-of-two-cities/
It will be the best of times!
Sadly, the book that I really wanted us all to read, I cannot get (sometimes living in Idaho is very trying).
But all is not lost!
Since it's a certain famous novelist's 200th birthday this year, I want to read one of his novels.
Can you guess?
So.... drum roll please!
Here is this month's novel: A Tale of Two Cities.
I realise this is set during the same time as Scarlet Pimpernel, but ... it's Dickens! He's cool.
I started reading it and I really like it. He is really such a word smith.
This should be fun!
If you do have problems with understanding him, there is a website:
http://www.sparknotes.com/nofear/lit/a-tale-of-two-cities/
It will be the best of times!
Monday, 23 April 2012
A Little More Conversation
The first chapter took my breath away. It was so descriptive and poetic. It made the guillotine seem like a character unto itself. I became excited and enthralled immediately. However, at its conclusion when I found that the style did not continue into the rest of the book I had a hard time picking it up again. Once the Blakeneys made their entrance it became much more engaging. The scene in the garden where Margarete finally tells Percy that her brother is in trouble is beautiful and I sat on pins and needles with the "whole will they won't they" dilema.
I am not really sure how to start things off. I really could go on for a while on themes and analysis, but I don't want to bore you and make this post way too long. While reading a couple of themes really stood out to me in the book; duality and trust. Our hero and female ingénue both suffer from duality, but in reverse aspects (which I find fascinating). Percy is seen as an imbecile (I loved all the different conjugations of the adjective in the book :) ) in public. His mask is one of innocence and obliviousness. It makes me wonder when this mask was put in place in his life, when did he realize that it would be useful. It does seem to give himself some freedom. No one suspects him, who is the likeliest culprit due to his finances and bred "intelligence" of the upper-class (Oo, another theme, class). How could they suspect him? He is a foppish idiot who serves as the court jester. Then there is Marguerite. I debated as to whether or not I should call her an ingénue and then decided that is her true self. She is seen by the "world" as a strong opinionated woman. It is often remarked that she is too witty to have married such an moron of a husband. This is the exact opposite of an ingénue, but when the author gives us her private thoughts or her conversations with her brother, I think the title fits. She is smart and witty, but easily makes mistakes and is beguiled by others and her own narrow perceptions. She of all people should have realized Percy's true self. I wanted to scream at her when she would remark on how much he had changed from courtship to marriage. She said remarked that Percy was a strong, loving, intelligent man and then became and annoying, distant, idiot after their wedding. Such a shift, at least to me the reader, seemed like a tell tale sign that something was amiss. However, just like Percy's mask, hers gives her more freedom. In a world where women are seen as ornaments, her forthrightness actually give her more freedom and influence.
This leads me to me second theme, trust. Marguerite trusted Chauvelin, at first, merely because they were countrymen (a sign of her naiveté). He bamboozled (oh how I love that word) her with it to get her attention and then thrust the dagger of betrayal into her bosom and twisted it with the desire to entrap her brother and husband (what a dramatic sentence! haha). Then there is the lack of trust between Percy and Marguerite. How different the book would have been if the two of them had sat down and had an open conversation instead of letting their pride get in the way. Although I find that to be the case in many stories, if people used the lines of communication we never would have a story or it would be vastly different due to less conflict. What does that teach us? :)
I hope I didn't bore anyone or that this didn't get too long. I had so much fun analyzing what I read of the book. It reminded me of college and my English major days. I kind of miss those. :) What are your thoughts?
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