Wednesday, April 5, 2017

My review of A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway



A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway’s memoir of his time in Paris in the 1920s, is nostalgic for people interested in Paris or literature. Hemingway’s short chapters contain accounts of daily habits, anecdotes, vignettes, conversations, relationships, and observations. The edition I read also contains some photos. The book includes some skiing trips to Austria, too.

A reader of A Moveable Feast glimpses Gertrude Stein’s hospitality, quirks, and opinions, Ezra Pound’s kindness and generosity, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s struggles, Sylvia Beach’s (whom Hemingway’s little son called Silver Beach) bookstore and editing/publishing roles, James Joyce, Ford Madox Ford, and others from that era. Hemingway also tells his opinions of these colleagues, and he even shares how the nickname “the lost generation” really was created. He calls the term an “easy, dirty label.”

As a Francophile, I of course enjoyed picturing Parisian cafes and life there in the 1920s. In one story about hunger being good discipline, Hemingway describes the route he would walk in order to not smell food he could not afford. While reading A Moveable Feast, I liked being “in” Paris.

As I writer, I was especially interested in his disciplines. He often wrote in cafés over a café crème or an eau de vie. I could see how this venue could inspire his descriptions as he watched the world go by. I could not see how he could concentrate for hours on end in a café setting. He jumped over writer’s block by the practice of writing “one true sentence.” Hmmm. I could try that. He discussed egotism and mental laziness. Good to be aware of those tendencies and guard against both. When he was writing fiction, he had a method for tricking his subconscious at the end of a workday and being fresh to pick up the story the next day. I could try that, too. Famous authors often advise writers to read a lot, and I do that. In A Moveable Feast, Hemingway from time to time mentions what he is reading. I wish he had detailed how his readings influenced him as a person or as a writer. Some of his “camarades de café” such as Evan Shipman, Ezra Pound, and Sherwood Anderson piqued my curiosity to read their writings.  

My favorite line and fervent prayer for all writers was on page 17 of my edition: “The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.”

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

My review of Lynn Austin's Waves of Mercy


By Chapter Two, I thought I knew where Lynn Austin’s Waves of Mercy was going. But I didn’t. Really, I couldn’t have imagined, and I’m so glad I did not stop reading what I thought was going to be a predictable romance, not only because of the ending but especially because of this novel’s fascinating, inspiring faith journey.

Lynn Austin writes exceptional historical fiction. This novel’s present is 1897 and its past, the fifty years previous. Current and past stories take place in Holland, Michigan, with some backstory in the Netherlands. When Anna, a beautiful 23-year-old socialite from Chicago, comes to Holland’s historic Hotel Ottawa in 1897 to heal from a romantic breakup, she finds a hotel employee, Derk, willing to talk with her about her newfound interest in the Bible. Meanwhile, his aunt, Geesje, has been asked to write her story for Holland’s celebration of its 50th anniversary. The reader of Waves of Mercy alternately reads the aunt’s story of her family’s escaping religious persecution in the Netherlands and forging their way in the wilderness of Michigan and the socialite’s 1897 story of discovering God and her identity and making right choices, which conflict with her parents’ views.

What I love about this novel is the honesty in Anna’s, Derk’s, and Geesje’s struggles. I could cry thinking about the unbelievable losses, difficulties, and pain faced by Geesje throughout her life. With each, she tells of her temptations to not believe God is good. She is the rare person who admits her gaps in faith and learns from them. I also love the author’s honesty in crafting a plot in which every life decision is seen as a spiritual one. No matter how small, each decision is between the person and God, based on the person’s view of God.

A.W. Tozer said “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” In this regard, Lynn Austin’s Waves of Mercy inspires!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

My review of Jojo Moyes' Paris for One & Other Stories



Thoroughly enjoyable short stories with likeable protagonists who rise above doubts and fears. I liked all nine stories of ordinary women and their everyday lives. I could relate! I hesitate to name a favorite, but “Paris for One,” the longest and most developed story in this collection, most piqued my interest because of the Paris setting and multiple epiphanies.

Monday, February 20, 2017

If they can put a man on the moon ...




     
If they can put a man on the moon ... 

I wonder why no one has invented a dental drill that sounds like Vivaldi’s Spring or even Barry Manilow’s Copacabana—or for that matter, the patient’s own iPod playlist? When the dentist drills, my senses of sight, smell, and touch are in la-la-land but I can still hear Rimsky-Korsakov’s Flight of the Bumblebee screaming a hole into the center of my brain. Birdsong? Ocean waves? Dental procedures have become surprisingly pain-free, but now it’s time for some bright person to make dentists’ tools sound more relaxing.

Can’t they train baristas to pick up cups and mugs without touching the rims? That seems unsanitary to me, and it’s very common.

Why does Amazon.com send me a product review request for an item I bought directly from someone’s Amazon Wish List? Does Amazon’s computer not realize the gift recipient, not I, will have the opinion? Amazon is usually king of user-friendliness, but they dropped their scepter in the can on this one.

Speaking of computer programming gaps, this past year I registered online and verbal dissatisfaction with services of two companies. The vice president of one of the companies even called me on the phone to apologize and offer to fix what they had messed up. And she did fix one problem. But both companies continue to hound me with weekly e-mails hawking the specific services I had told them were unworkable for me. I find it hard to believe these two technologically sophisticated companies do not have a way for the customer service department to communicate to the marketing department to pull a customer from their mailing list. I worked in marketing for decades, and back in the dark ages, we could easily manually pull labels of people who had requested no mailings.

So I ask you, if they can put a man on the moon, why can’t they … [You fill in the blank!] ?