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Below are some reviews from a few of the books I read in November and December:
HALF BROKE
HORSES - Jeannette Walls (273)
c. 2009 I’ve
been meaning to read this book ever since I read Jeannette Walls autobiography, The Glass Castle over a year ago. I enjoyed that rollicking book so much, I just had to read
the story of the author’s grandmother.
Lily Casey was quite a character. She grew up on a rustic homestead in gritty western Texas
and was helping her father break horses at the age of six. Without even an eighth-grade education,
she got her first job, at age 15, as a teacher in remote northern Arizona. It took her a whole month of riding
alone on her favorite mustang, Patches, to cover the 500 miles it took to get
there.
In a harsh country of droughts, sandstorms, tornadoes and
flash floods, Lily grew up fast and resilient, married a good man, and had two
children. The girl, Rosemary, grew up to be the author’s equally unusual
mother, an important character her autobiography.
Although a true story, this book is called a “novel” by the
author because it was based on family legends and second-hand anecdotes about
her wild-West ancestor. Lily Casey died when her grand-daughter was a little
girl, so Walls didn’t personally remember that much about her. Told in
first-person, I thought the author really captured the “voice” of her
grandmother, distinctly different from her own voice as the grand-daughter in The Glass Castle.
I was also interested in reading this book because my own
grandmother, according to our family legends, was quite a
horse trainer herself. She moved
west as a young bride and bore the first two sons of eleven children in a tiny
sod cabin on the Kansas-Oklahoma border.
I could easily see in Lily Casey a lot of the pioneer spirit my own dear
grandmother had.
THE LACUNA -
Barbara Kingsolver (507)
c. 2009
Barbara Kingsolver is a favorite author of mine. But I must admit, this
wasn’t a favorite among the books I’ve read by her. Weighing in at a little
over 500 pages, I thought it would never end.
Nine years separated Kingsolver’s fifth (The
Poisonwood Bible) and this, her sixth, novel. Not having read The Poisonwood Bible, I don’t know if she was experimenting
with something new in her writing, or if she was simply being overly-ambitious
with such a large subject --- but this book fell a bit short of the epic it
seems to try to be.
Told through the journals and letters of a (fictitious)
famous author, who is half-Mexican, half-American and grew up in Mexico, this
historical novel centers around cold-war politics after WW2, and its effect on
individual “freedoms”. The author also adds in some real and imagined news
clippings that help establish the setting: a time of fear and suspicion in our
country. Using this format for
shaping her story, the author runs the risk of a choppy feel. And there were
times when it did seem that way.
Also there were long stretches of boredom, when the book just failed to
hold my attention.
I enjoyed the “Frida” part of the book and that, in itself,
would have been enough for me. I could have used a little more of it. It was a
colorful and lively beginning to what turned into a dark and gloomy tale. But
this wasn’t just a story of camaraderie with the Riveras, who young Shepherd
had worked for back in Mexico. In having Shepherd’s life continue on in the
U.S. as he matures into a successful author, Kingsolver demonstrates that a
pleasurable, passionate time early in a person’s life can have unforeseen
consequences later on down the road.
Several times in the book, it is remarked that the average
American doesn’t have a clue what a Communist is or looks like. I’d also add
that there aren’t many people left who are old enough to remember McCarthyism
and the Red Scare of the 1950s. Even if they did, what would they remember of
it? Did they even understand what
was happening? Were they aware of how public opinion was being swayed and
shaped by the media (primarily newspapers and magazines back then)? Could
history repeat itself?
I rate this book 3.5 stars, better than average. If you read
it for no other reason than to familiarize yourself with the Cold War and the
era of McCarthyism, it will have been time well spent. I was impressed by
Kingsolver’s historical reference list --- more good reading there.
THE END OF
OIL - Paul Roberts (332)
c.2004 The
big, oily teardrop on the book’s cover tells the whole story: The world will
soon run out of oil. Then what? If you think the scientists, geologists, and
governments have this all planned out and under control, you’d better read this
book.
“Americans are, in general, the least
energy-conscious people in the world. We are not only profoundly ignorant about
what energy is, and the critical role it has played and continues to play in
economics and politics, but most of us simply don’t care about
energy,” explains the author.
This sometimes wordy, but comprehensive. guide to the energy
economy was slow reading, but I learned so much from it. There were times when
I thought the author was being repetitious. The book seemed like it would never
come to an end. It had so many facts and figures, and yet it was never boring. Just slow going for me.
There’s also the problem of the material being dated
(2004). I would like to find
another book, like this one, that shows what’s going on now, in 2012.
I probably liked this one so much because it mirrors my own
opinions on the subject. You could probably read the prologue and the
last two chapters and still get the gist of this doomsday scenario. Five stars and highly recommended.
That's enough for today.
I'll see what I can scrape up for tomorrow.
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