Dogs, Hamlet, and Lessons Unlearned

Weeks ago I read The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski. Well, most of it. I got bored at about page 300 and skipped to the end. Once I read the end, I found no reason to go back and read the part I skipped. (So if there's anything questionable in that last chunk, I can't tell you.)

The writing is what makes the book worth reading. Wroblewski obviously beat his draft over and over until it came out shining. Here's a sample from page two: "Past the turn he spotted the lantern, a gourd of ruby glass envined in black wire, the flame within a rose that sprang and licked at the throat of the glass, skewing rib-shadows across the door."

"Gourd of ruby glass?" "Envined?" "Rib-shadows?" Who is this guy? Marvelous.

The other thing I liked was the development of the dog characters. Surprising, since I don't even think pet stories are all that funny.

So good book. Well written. Worth reading. If you need a plot summary, go to Amazon. I wouldn't do it justice.

SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! I am now going to spoil the book for you. Turn back if you don't want me to do so.

There were two things I did not like about the book.

1. The main female character, Trudy, is married to a good man (not perfect, but good). They have a good (not perfect, but good) marriage. They are the parents of Edgar, the main character. But then Edgar's father, Gar, dies mysteriously. Spoiler: Gar's brother, Claude, killed him.

Claude is slimy. Claude is a liar. Claude leeches. Claude is a jerk.

So then, with Gar gone, Trudy hooks up with Claude. The author gives all sorts of excuses as to why Trudy made this decision---she needs a man to help her run the farm, Claude reminds her of Gar. Claude is fun.

No excuse. I wanted to yell at her. Didn't she learn anything in her dating years? Stay away from men who lie. Don't stay with someone who cons you. There are really good guys in the world---those are the ones you count among your dearest friends. Eventually, you marry one of them. And there are other men who have the integrity of jello (wobble, wobble)---those are the ones to kick in the shins. Run away! Run away!

And after being married already to Gar (a good guy), why on earth would she saddle herself with someone less?

Didn't make any sense to me. Not at all. Any woman of sense knows it's better to lose the farm than to lose her dignity.

2. The whole plot was too Shakespeare for me. Uncle. Nephew. Mother/Sister-in-Law/Wife. The men kill each other in the end.

It was like Hamlet, only with some interesting dog characters thrown in.

(pause)

Yet still, I leaf through the pages and I know that I liked reading this book. Too long, yes, (thus the Deborahskip), but a stellar first work for Wroblewski. I hope to see more from him. I'd expect great things.

Comfort Food

Someone should do a study about the correlation between food cravings and literature cravings.* They should use pregnant women: what are the women craving---Spicy? Bland? Familiar? Exotic?---and see if there is a literature/food connection. Because there is with me. All I want is comfort food in both areas.

Here's what I've been craving (or able to stomach): Greek avgolemono soup, potato chips, and chocolate ice cream.

Here's what I've been reading: Guernsey, The Red Tent (avoid that one if you are hypersensitive to content), Ender's Game, most of Xenocide, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and snatches of both Jane Eyre and The Tao of Pooh. I'm sure if my nausea continues that I'd move right to Daddy Long Legs, The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood, and through the Anne of Green Gables series.

See? Comfort food, all.

But I'm feeling better, I think, at least for today, so I have some other ideas. At least four books come to mind.

So moving on to new books. . . anyone have any suggestions for my list?

*Maybe no one else gets literature cravings. Maybe no one else wakes up and thinks, "What I really need is a good dose of Valentine Wiggin" or "I think I need a shot of Robert Frost poetry---perfect!" That's OK. You can settle for just having chocolate ice cream cravings. That's probably more normal.

Dallas trip

I rarely post pictures on this blog, but here's one of my family for those of you who know my siblings. We were all together in Dallas for my brother's wedding a month or so ago. Here I am, just beginning to show my pregnancy.

And here is one of me and Eric.

After a long hiatus, it's not even about books

TADA! I'm finally posting again. I've been out on maternity leave: not a baby now, but one coming early next spring (or late winter---is March spring or winter? It's certainly spring where we live. But in North Dakota, it's probably still winter). At any rate, it's been quite a first trimester, and I haven't been blogging. I have been reading, and I'll update you on that soon, but I wanted to do another random post of the things that our family has been reviewing: all the ready made frozen foods from Trader Joes. Here's what we thought:

1. Their pizza. Not bad. I'm not a pizza person anyway, but this is passable. I give it a 7.

2. Frozen burritos (with salsa verde). Eric was so unimpressed, I didn't even try them. 4.

3. The chow mein. Too syrupy. 5.

4. The chicken empanadas. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. These were great. The boys didn't want them---too bad, more for us. 9.

We've also been eating a lot of ready-made frozen pot pie from Save Mart. 6.

And Eric's meal of choice to feed the boys is Costco corn dogs. I give them a 2 (blech), but the boys (all my boys) adore them and would give them closer to an 8.

There you go. I'm signing off now. Even writing this blog post is making me queasy.

I hope my body gets the message that my second trimester is upon us. It's about time.