"In India"

On 1/17/11 I wrote about going to the Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibit at SFMOMA and how impressed and moved I was by the array of this artist's photographs representing so many years in so many places around the world. Before I left the museum, I bought one of the photographer's books, "In India" (Thames & Hudson, 1987), in the museum bookstore. Ever since, I have been poring over these amazing 105 black and white photographs taken in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. They are both beautifully composed and carefully observant of people; almost always, the focus is people. Some are famous (e.g., Gandhi); some are maharajas; most are "ordinary" people on the streets, in shops, washing clothes in the river, studying classical dance, fishing, and much more. As some of you know, I spent much of my childhood in India, during the 1950s and 1960s, so these photographs are particularly evocative for me, especially those taken in the south of India, where we lived; the names Hyderabad and Madurai bring back specific memories of visits and events there. I know I will continue to look at these photographs again and again. The book includes a foreword by the famed film director Satyajit Ray, as well as an introduction by Yves Vequand. For anyone interested in India or simply in beautiful, perceptive photography of human beings in all their variety, I highly recommend this book.

"Villages"

I have been reading the late John Updike's books on and off for years, although more the books of his early and middle writing years than of his later years. However, I just finished listening to the CD of his 2004 novel, "Villages" (Random House; Books on Tape), read by Edward Herrmann, and I enjoyed it very much. Updike's prose is just so good! And listening to a novel on CD forces me to slow down and savor the language. (Sometimes I tend to read too fast). There is also something endearing about Updike, and his main characters (surrogates?), that is hard to resist. This novel is the life story of Owen Mackenzie, who is 70 at the end of the novel; the novel thus encompasses the period from the 1930s to the early 21st century. As Owen's career was in technology, we see the changes wrought during that time period, especially related to computers. But the more essential themes are twofold. First, as the title indicates, Owen organizes his life and world view through the lens of the three "villages" he has lived in: his childhood home in a small town in Pennsylvania; his adult life in Middle Falls, Connecticut, where most of his career took place, and where he raised a family; and his retirement locale with his second wife Julia in Haskells Crossing, Massachusetts. Owen enjoys the feeling of being part of a community; he feels connected, noticed, and cherished in each of these "villages." The second main theme is his lifelong fascination with, love for, and entanglements with women. He loves sex and is often unfaithful to his adored first wife; his sexual encounters and affairs are a major part of the story. But what comes across about this theme is Owen's intense and almost humble appreciation and even awe of women, their strengths, their individuality, and of course their bodies, which he describes in loving detail. These descriptions, curiously, do not come across as erotic as much as loving, amazed, and grateful. Again, this is rather endearing. I will say, though, that by the end of the novel, I was a little tired of the endless and minutely detailed descriptions of the women he was involved with, and of the particulars of their physical characteristics.

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"Yarn: Remembering the Way Home"

I read Kyoko Mori's memoir, "The Dream of Water," and her book of essays, "Polite Lies," some years ago. Mori has also published three novels; I have not read those. I have just finished reading her new memoir, "Yarn: Remembering the Way Home" (GemmaMedia, 2010). In this book, Mori recapitulates and continues the story of her mother's suicide in Japan, her own moving to the United States for college and eventually becoming a professor of English, and her unusual marriage that is amicable but wobbly, and eventually ends in divorce. While she lives and teaches in the smallish town of Green Bay, Wisconsin, she feels like an outsider, yet gradually finds connections through meeting fellow knitters, weavers, and spinners. Her deep engagement with learning about and practicing these crafts with ever-increasing skill and art (and no small investment of time and money in materials, classes, a studio, and more) provides her with a community, as well as a way of making sense of her life. She remembers her late mother's sewing, and feels connected to her through her own creations of sweaters, mittens, shawls, and more. Although her mother's depression and death, and her stepmother's cruelty, cast a long, deep shadow continuing into Mori's adult life, she is eventually able through sheer will to make a productive and even happy life for herself. What stands out to me in this memoir is, first, the constant tension between Mori's need for connection and her need for solitude, and, second, how hard she has had to work to achieve a reasonable portion of peace and happiness. I don't personally knit or sew or weave, but in this book, Mori makes me understand how those arts can be creative, satisfying, and even a lifeline at times.

Guest Blog: Another Twist on Lending Libraries

After I wrote on 2/6/11 about lending/rental libraries in Austen's day and now on Bookswim, my friend B. e-mailed with a memory from her childhood in Detroit. I thought it was a great follow-up to that post, and upon my request, she agreed for me to post her comments here, below. Thanks, B.!

"After reading your blog about rental libraries, I thought that you'd like to hear from one (not quite as old as Jane Austen) who remembers rental libraries. When I was a kid in the late 30's and early 40's, my local drugstore had a rack of paperbacks (they were the latest thing) as well as some hard-cover books that could be rented for a period of days -- not sure of the precise period -- and the cost was perhaps 5 cents a day. Ancient history! Something I hadn't thought of for ages. Publication of books was restricted because of the shortage of paper during the war years (don't know the cause of this shortage) and paper quality was poor, so perhaps this rental business at that time was the result of short supplies. Young readers loved the idea because it was cheaper than buying a book and faster than waiting on the library list for the latest hot item. Thanks for the jog to my memory...."

A Tribute to The Nation Magazine

I have written here about some (The New Yorker, Ms., Vanity Fair) of the magazines I read regularly, enjoy, and learn from. Today I would like to pay tribute to The Nation. I have been reading this magazine pretty steadily for most of my adult life. Founded in 1865, the weekly The Nation provides progressive perspectives, information we don’t find elsewhere, and questioning of the status quo. In addition, it offers thought-provoking columns by such writers as Katha Pollitt, Patricia Williams, and Eric Alterman, and excellent coverage of “Books & the Arts.” It also has a long tradition of publishing poetry, something too few magazines do. And then there are Calvin Trillin’s short, humorous-but-serious poems commenting on what is happening in the world, especially the world of politics, and skewering certain hypocritical politicians. The Nation’s articles and columns often make us uncomfortable, make us see matters from new perspectives, and make us realize how essential it is to supplement mainstream press coverage with other perspectives. I want to thank The Nation for its long tradition of journalism with a progressive perspective, and for fearlessly speaking out for all people and against prejudice and injustice.

From Mudie's Lending Library to Bookswim

A 1/31/11 New Yorker article, “The Borrowers,” by Patricia Marx, discusses the many things that can be rented these days, including designer clothes and bags, works of art, baby equipment, kayaks, robots, and even family members and friends (e.g., someone to act as one’s parent, spouse, or platonic friend, as needed; one resourceful, if less than ethical, student rented fake parents to meet with his college dean during his disciplinary proceedings). What caught my eye, however, was that books can be rented as well. I knew, working at a university, that textbooks could be rented. But in addition, according to Marx, anyone can subscribe to Bookswim, which operates something like Netflix, delivering your chosen books to your mailbox. Apparently we have come full circle from the days of Austen and, a little later, the Victorians, when subscription-based lending libraries, such as the famous Mudie’s Lending Library, were common, especially among the middle and upper middle classes. Many young women, especially, paid their guinea a year subscription fee to be able to borrow the latest novels, one at a time. Such membership-only libraries existed in Austen’s Meryton and Sanditon, among others of her settings. From Fanny Burney’s and Jane Austen’s subscription libraries to Bookswim: "what goes around comes around”? But the idea that only some people could afford to buy or rent books back then reminds me of one important and democratic difference (besides that nowadays the book rentals take place on the Internet!) in the present: nowadays we are fortunate to have free public libraries where everyone can afford to borrow books.