Sunday, December 22, 2013

Book #63: A Christmas Carol

Book #63: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

December 22, 2013


I'd downloaded A Christmas Carol from Amazon months ago, along with many other public domain classics. I figured this would be the perfect time to squeeze it in. It's a short work, much shorter than Great Expectations. And it is Dickens' best known work, having been remade and parodied countless times. In fact, this book is what brought celebrating Christmas to the mainstream in England; while the traditions and decorations described in the story are familiar to today's readers, back then these were pretty new traditions. Certainly, this is Dickens' most important and influential work.

Because I was so familiar with the story, and it really didn't have any surprises in it (there are some very faithful adaptations out there), I considered a couple of different things as I read it. First, I thought of what I'd learned about Dickens' life last year, that one day that I watched a video with a class that I was subbing (I'm just going to make a quick note here about how very, very grateful I am to not be substitute teaching anymore). Dickens' family was very poor; his father had a lot of debt, and spent time in debtor's prison. So clearly, Dickens' ideas about charity, and his distain toward the wealthy (clearly expressed in this work, and also in Great Expectations), all stem from his experiences as a poor street kid. I could easily imagine him being the child left alone on Christmas, comforted by his fictional friends in his beloved books; the love that Scrooge had for his younger sister echoes the love that Dickens had for his own siblings, I well imagine.

Look, I'm not anti-Christmas. I think it's nice that it is the one time of year that people are more willing to give to charities, that people in general are a little bit friendlier. I'm happy that I can provide my family members with quality gifts, and that I'll be spending a relaxing day with them on Christmas. But as critical as I was of Atlas Shrugged, I found myself thinking, what would Ayn Rand have to say about A Christmas Carol? The answer would be pretty obvious: she would call it communist propaganda. I think it's fair to say that Dickens used this Christmas story as a platform for his political views. They're views that, in general, I agree with; I mean, what good is having money if you don't use it to help others, or to have a good time? Yet the insistence that it is Scrooge's social responsibility to use his money for the greater good...I don't necessarily agree with that. If the old man wants to be a miser, what of it? But his nephew Fred does point out that Scrooge isn't hurting anyone with his ways but himself; well, exactly.

Scrooge softens very easily, which did kind of surprise me. By the second ghost, he's eager about what lessons these spirits have to impart on him. I think he kind of gets the idea by the time the Ghost of Christmases to Come points to his grave. I feel like other adaptations have had a more reluctant Scrooge character, one who isn't so willing to give up his (or her) selfish or miserly ways. But Scrooge realizes very quickly that his life is shit; he believes readily in these ghosts, and is very willing to change. Well, good for him, I guess.

I hope to read at least one more book before the year is out. 50-some-odd books in a year isn't too bad; I plan to keep up that pace. As busy as I am, I never feel bad about spending some time with a good book. Merry Christmas.
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An imagine of Bob Cratchit and his ailing son, Tiny Tim.  My version of the book (on my Kindle) had the captions for the images, but not the pictures themselves.

Muppets Christmas Carol.




Friday, December 20, 2013

Book #62: Caramelo

Book #62: Caramelo by Sandra Cisneros

December 20, 2013


I wouldn't be a lie to say that I've been very busy this month. Work, and the end of the semester shit with my graduate classes...on top of that, trying to get ready for Christmas (I have most of the gifts purchased for my family, though none have been wrapped, and two haven't arrived in the mail)...I've been very busy. But to be perfectly honest, in my free time, I've been lounging out on the couch watching Netflix on my phone. I watched both seasons of Lilyhammer, and am a few episodes into Orange is the New Black...with these original shows, and the fourth season of Arrested Development, Netflix is making the membership fee worth the price. Not that I'm trying to promote anything, I'm just saying...

But I'm determined to get some reading done during my break. It even started a day early, since there was an ice storm last night (more like a light, misty rain that froze over), and my district called it off. No complaints here! So I finished up a book that I've been slacking on for a few weeks, and am determined to knock off a couple more that I have laying around while I'm on break from work and school. Just a few hours to work at my side job...otherwise, I've got plenty of free time.

I've read a couple of works by Cisneros before. I still have a copy of Woman Hollering Creek, a short story collection, from a course from my undergrad days, and I've read The House on Mango Street a couple of times. The latter has become almost a staple in public schools; I even used it myself in my last teaching assignment. Caramelo, a more recent work (I think it was published in 2002?), has some similarities to Mango Street, but it's not told in short vignettes (although some sections are). The narrative is often poetic, which I would expect.

From the footnotes (featured at the end the sections on my borrowed electronic copy), it would seem that some of the story is based on Cisnero's own experiences. As would be expected, the main character, Lala, and her family, are Mexican, and they live in Chicago. Lala (Celaya) is the youngest of seven Reyes children, and the only girl (though she later finds out that a poor Mexican girl, a childhood friend of hers, is her older half-sister). The story that she tells is split into three parts. The first recalls that summer in Mexico City, when she knew her half-sister Candelaria. The girl, the very poor and dirty daughter of a cleaning woman (and, as it is later revealed, Lala's father's secret child), is described as having skin that is dark and smooth like caramel. Young Lala is fascinated by her, but is later forbidden to play with her after she catches lice. It is never revealed what happens to Candelaria after she abruptly leaves the Reyes family while accompanying them on a vacation. On that same trip, Lala's mother, Zoila, gets into a fight with her husband. The reason is Candelaria, but this isn't revealed to Lala until years later, in the third part of the book. Lala's grandmother, Soledad (known as the Awful  Grandmother to Lala and the other Reyes grandchildren), is the one who tells Zoila; the two don't get along.

In the second part, Lala is telling the story of Soledad's life. At times, she (as the narrator) converses with her grandmother's ghost; it is later revealed that Soledad has been haunting her granddaughter since the girl was a young teenager. Soledad had a difficult life; when her mother, a weaver of rebozas (very fine shawls), dies, her depressed father and his new wife send Soledad to live with relatives. It is not an ideal environment for the young woman; her uncle is a pervert, and there are so many neglected cousins running around that she is nothing more than a babysitter and servant. Her cousin Narcisso meets her and pities her, and she eventually ends up as a servant in his parent's home. A bit of an improvement, but she is still a second-class citizen in her own family. But when she and Narcisso begin a sexual relationship, Narcisso's ailing father shames his son into doing the honorable thing, and marrying the poor girl.

Narcisso is a spoiled son, and he cheats on his pregnant wife with a gypsy woman who wears iguanas on her head. He loves that woman for the rest of his life, while his neglected wife must seek love elsewhere...namely, from her eldest son Inocencio, Zoila's husband and Lala's father. Soledad and Lala are the two loves of Inocencio's life, and Soledad is jealous of the love that her son has for both his wife and all his children. In the third part of the story, after her husband's death, she goes to live with her son and his family in Chicago, convincing them to go with her to San Antonio. The bulk of the remainder of the story takes place there, as Lala enters her teen years, fights with her mother (who is pretty bitchy to her in particular), struggles to fit in at her new school, and chaffs under her father's expectations of her as a good Mexican-American girl. She runs away with her boyfriend, but he feels guilty and leaves her, and she goes home, heartbroken and ashamed. She begins to hear her grandmother's voice, and even sees her after her father has a heart attack and nearly dies in the hospital. Soledad's ghost regrets being cruel to Zoila, and to others, in her life, but she had it so hard. Lala, though she never liked her grandmother, pities her.

The melodramatic aspects of Lala's family's story are compared to the telenovelas that are so much a huge part of Mexican popular culture. In fact, Cisneros includes some information about Mexican (and Mexican-American) entertainers from the early 20th century through the 1960's. There still aren't many representations of Hispanic life and culture in the mainstream media (or of other minority races, really), but some have broken through, and Cisneros acknowledges some of them, weaving them into the story. There are, of course, other references to Mexican culture, as Lala, who was born in and has spent much of her life in the Midwest, views it with appreciation because she knows that it's a part of herself. While the concept of being trapped between two cultures (which is a popular theme in works by authors whose families come from other countries) is somewhat a part of this story, it's only a small part of it. This is a family story, and it is a story about women. Lala's mother and aunt don't get as much focus, but their stories are interesting, if incomplete. I don't understand how Zoila became so volatile. She was snappish and rude even before the truth came out about Candelaria.

When I made myself sit down and read this book, I got into it. I don't know why I dragged my feet with it. I appreciate Cisneros' works, and this one had what I would expect one of her books to have. This book had some mystical elements, but it also had so much of the author in it. I enjoy Cisneros use of details; I always appreciate minute but significant details. As I've noted before, I love reading stories that have details about other cultures, and this work had some information about Mexico's tumultuous history, as seen through Soledad's eyes. Cisneros' other works don't seem to have gotten as much attention as Mango Street, but I'm glad that she's still writing and publishing today.
According to the caption that accompanied this picture, this is  a handmade Mexican rebozo, the same kind that Soledad took so much pride in. She herself never learned the craft, since her mother died when she was so young, but she could judge the quality of one. Her most prized possession was her caramel rebozo, one her mother had made, which eventually comes into Lala's hands.

The lovely TONGO LELE
Tongolele, the actress and dancer who is a minor character in "Aunty Light Skin's" story. She, among other famous Hispanic entertainers, is acknowledged in the story.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Book #61: Dog Sees God

Book #61: Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead by Bert V. Royal

December 1, 2013


It was a certainty that I was going to read this play. A woman presented on it in my YA literature course, and I was fascinated. I ordered a copy off Amazon last week, and was thrilled to see it in my mailbox a couple of days ago. I was uncertain, however, as to whether or not I would add it to the list (meaning, this list). But I figured: I'd count it if I read a Shakespeare play (I have at least a couple on my list, though I've read my share of Shakespeare), or Tennessee Williams, and I'd count a volume of poetry, so why not this one? Now, certainly I advocate going and actually seeing a play, rather than reading one, but reading a play script can give you some further insight into the way it was written, can show you things that you might miss if you were watching it performed. Plus, any person with an appreciation for reading can create a visual of what's being read, and stage directions help in this genre. Now that I'm finished with the reading for that course, I'm going to focus on adding as much variety to my reading experiences as possible, plays and poetry included.

So this particular play is interesting (as I said, I got pulled in by a description). It is an unofficial play about the Peanuts gang, in their teenage years. Since it is unofficial, the real names for the characters aren't actually used. CB is Charlie Brown, Sally is "CB's sister," Linus is "Van," Patty is "Tricia," etc. Beethoven is still Beethoven, because that name wouldn't be licensed, and Pigpen has become Matt, a germaphobe. It's easy to tell who's who. What's really fascinating is how Royal has interpreted them as troubled teens. Tricia and Marcy (apparently it was okay for him to use that name, too) mix alcohol into their milk cartons at lunch; Matt bullies Beethoven for being a perceived homosexual (though the taunting may have more to do with the fact that Beethoven's father was arrested...it's implied that it had something to do with the sexual abuse of a child or something, but not to Beethoven himself), while dealing with his own issues with OCD, his own sexuality, and being an overall jerk; CB himself is confused about his sexuality, and pursues a sexual relationship with Beethoven; "Van's sister" is being treated in a psychiatric ward after setting "the little red haired girl's" hair on fire at school. Whoa! Some pretty heavy stuff. Over-dramatic, to be sure, and the play ends with Beethoven's suicide (after being confronted about his relationship with CB by Matt, who proceeds to break his hands). Oh, and it starts with Snoopy (not called by name, of course) getting rabies and killing Woodstock (also not called by name), and CB having to bury his beloved dog.

As dramatic as the play is, I feel that it would be fascinating to watch on stage. It's interesting that Royal chose to write about the beloved Peanuts gang; after all, they live in a world of perpetual childhood, innocent adventures, blankets and the Great Pumpkin and Christmas plays and silly pranks. Good old Charlie Brown always had problems, but he lives in a charming world, and his problems are all so silly, so entertaining. CB, on the other hand, lives in a very real world. Okay, so I would hope that the overly homophobic views expressed by the kids in the play are an exaggeration, and that you wouldn't find such views in an 'average' high school, but that may be naive on my part. But the drinking in the cafeteria, the bullying, the issues with identity...I'm not dumb enough to think that these things aren't going on. I'm tempted to hate the dialogue, but good grief, unfortunately, that's the way kids talk these days.

I found myself thinking, if I were to ever direct a school play again (oh, God forbid it), if I would do this one. My answer is an overwhelming no; this play is definitely not appropriate for high schools. The language is very coarse ('fuck' can be seen on nearly every page!), and most schools would be floored by the references to CB's sexual encounter with Beethoven, and with the violence of "Van's sister's" actions. I would love, absolutely love, to see this performed somewhere, like at a college or a local theater. But I feel like this is another obscure play, like the many that I read about in the play catalogues and websites when I did have the arduous task of directing (and producing) a school play completely on my own. I was limited in my choices; I needed plays that were "safe," and that had a vast majority of female parts (my first year at directing, I had two male actors; my second, I had one), but I also wanted to find plays that were a little out of the ordinary, that were, perhaps, a little 'smarter' than previous play selections. Basically, plays of decent quality, and I felt like I was successful in that both years (and I had a good group of kids for both of those, thank God). No, I have an appreciation for theater, but I will never be involved with it again. I would like to go and see more plays in my area, and I recently saw that there are more opportunities to see live theater in my hometown than I had realized. Even obscure plays (like this one) have something to them, so I think that I will go and see a show (even if it's, gulp, alone) the next time I have a chance.
A playbill for a production of Dog Sees God. From a search, it seemed that most places putting it on were smaller theaters and colleges...as I expected. Apparently, Eliza Dushku was in a production as "Van's Sister". Interesting!
The original, beloved Peanuts gang, by Charles M. Schulz. It's crazy to think what a pop culture phenomena this continues to be, after so many decades.