Yarn Along

Yarn Along 6.8.16

I was out of town (without knitting) for five days out of the last seven, so I haven’t made much progress on my sangria sweater. However, I did finish the first sleeve yesterday morning. I’m pretty sure I made the sleeve too long, and it’s a testimony to how much I enjoy working with this yarn that I am actually looking forward to ripping out half of the sleeve and working all the raglan decreases over again. I’ll get sleeve #2 done first and then see what I think.

I spent almost all day yesterday reading Zia Haider Rahman’s In the Light of What We Know – in my hotel room, in the Baltimore airport, during my first flight, in the LA airport, and during my second flight. I even finished off a chapter after I got home around 12:45 am. But the thing is, with all that reading time, I only read about 130 pages. This novel is contemporary and accessible, but there is so much happening on so many levels that I have to read it extremely slowly. I did find this pace a little frustrating at first, but once I was into chapter 2, I was hooked. It’s about all kinds of things: displacement and exile, Afghanistan and the Taliban, the subprime mortgage crisis, identity and family, social class and money, and – oh yes – unproven mathematical theorems that are about other unprovable mathematical theorems. And then there’s marriage, divorce, and the termination of romantic love. Friendship. Globalization. The 1971 war between Pakistan and Bangladesh. The subjectivity of storytelling and the fact that, as the title suggests, we can rarely be certain (outside of mathematics, however) that anything is true because we can never know everything we need to know to make that judgment. And did I mention that every chapter in this book has 2-3 epigraphs? I’m discovering that, unlike epigraphs in some novels, I have to pay serious attention to these epigraphs and also be skeptical toward them – I’ve found at least one that I’m 95% sure was NOT actually written by the person (Winston Churchill) to whom Rahman attributes it. This book is good – and once I got over some initial frustration, I am actually happy that this author is forcing me to slow down and pay attention.

That’s it for now, except to say that Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.

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Yarn Along

Yarn Along 6.1.16

I knit so much this weekend that I got a knitting headache. Do other people get these? I get in the habit of thinking my body operates on a different set of rules than anyone else’s, but maybe knitting headaches are common. They’re actually located less in the head than in the jaw, neck, and upper arms. I tend to call all pain above the chest a “headache.”

I’m halfway through Lauren Belfer’s And After the Fire, and I’m enjoying it. The first few chapters had me worried – I thought things might get a little preachy – but I really am enjoying it. I’m learning things I didn’t know about Bach and about other aspects of the 17th-century music scene. So far I recommend it. I’ll let you know more when I’ve finished.

Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.

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Reader, I finished it!  Final thoughts on Diana Gabaldon’s Voyager (by Jill)


After what feels like the time it took Claire and Jamie to find each other again between the events of Dragonfly in Amber and Voyager, I finally finished the third book in the Outlander series yesterday afternoon.  It was a mad dash to the finish, filled with pirates and voodoo and escaped slaves and a very strange interlude in a cave with some crushed up gemstones, that may or may not have been the stones on the island that Jamie sent his nephew Ian after the day he was kidnapped.  It was all very strange, and I suspect I may never know all the answers to all of the questions I have.  Which means, of course, that this is probably going to not be an incredibly useful review, but I don’t necessarily care, because I’m just so glad to be moving on to something else.  I feel bad for even saying that because my overall feeling about Voyager is very positive.  But come on, I spent five weeks with this book and it’s time to leave the Frasers and their family for a while.  A friend of mine binge-read this entire series and while I can see how that would be appealing (because the idea of buying Drums of Autumn for my Kindle while I’m in San Jose for the weekend crossed my mind more than once today), I feel like I’d get sick of this world if I tried to read too much of it all at once.  But that’s just me.

So, where was I when last I updated?  Had Claire been press-ganged onto the Porpoise?  Yes, I think so,  Had she jumped overboard to float to land right when Jamie somehow managed to sneak onboard?  I’m not sure.  But that happened.  There is a moderately traumatic interlude at a slave auction where Claire accidentally buys a one-armed slave because she is so upset about the happenings.  This scene was well-done in the sense that I found it upsetting, and I’m pretty sure that’s what Gabaldon’s was going for.  This slave gives them some information about a Mrs. Abernathy near Kingston who had a group of young white boys living at her plantation, Rose Hall.  Jamie and Claire get themselves to Rose Hall, and find out that Mrs. Abernathy is actually Geillis Duncan, the other time traveler from the twentieth century who was last seen in Outlander about to be burned at the stake for witchcraft.  The last hundred or so pages of the novel are shrouded in voodoo and witchcraft and ask more questions than are answered.  First, Geilis has decided she needs the blood of a descendant of the Frasers of Lovat–something about a prophecy, and when she goes nosing through Jamie’s coat she finds the pictures of Brianna that Claire brought back from the 20th century for him.  So all of a sudden she needs ground up gemstones and blood sacrifices to make it easier for her to get back to the 20th century to capture or kill or something Brianna.  Jamie and Claire track her to a cave near a circle of standing stones on another Caribbean island, and here’s where stuff gets strange.  Geilis has disposed of all of the other boys, save Ian, who we think she knows is Jamie’s nephew.  No one really ever says what has happened to the boys, though it’s implied that they are all dead.  Why Ian was saved is a mystery.  Claire kills Geilis in the cave near the stones, and when she and Jamie and the others are leaving the island, there’s a horrible storm, they get blown off course, there is a shipwreck, and they wake up in Georgia.

There is also a scene in which a semi-crazy white woman (who Claire first met at the beginning of her time in the 1700s this time around and who Jamie knew from his Army days as the lady friend of one of his men) is being used by a group of slaves as an oracle with which to speak to dead relatives and friends.  This is after Claire witnesses the slaves killing a crocodile.  This whole thing seems extraneous and like something that Gabaldon threw in because she did a bunch of research on Voodoo in the Caribbean in the eighteenth century and she wanted to do something with all that information.  I don’t think it advances the plot, unless it’s setting something up for a future book.  But I’m not going to know the answer to that question for at least a few months, maybe longer.

As always, Claire and Jamie Fraser’s world is captivating and endlessly entertaining, but also as always, I will enjoy taking some time away from it before I jump back into the next book.  Next up is a non-fiction one, called How Doctors Think, which was recommended to me by by boss and also by someone who I heard lecture at the last conference I went to.  It’s about, well, how doctors think, the mental shortcuts we take to get to a diagnosis faster, and how these shortcuts are both very helpful and also potentially harmful.  So far it’s been easy reading, but I think it’s going to get more difficult as time goes on.

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So close to the end….

Voyager Cover

 

I have fifty-five pages to go in Voyager. If I’d skipped that last nap this afternoon I probably would have finished it today. But that’s okay. After Bethany and I had a conversation in our comments section about the kids in the cave with Geillis Duncan on Jamaica, I grew very interested in getting to that part of the book. And I’m still not there! So I’m going to make a valiant attempt at late night reading after I get this posted. I expect that will end the way it always does: me asleep, one to three cats laying on or next to me, possibly with a bookmark in my book, possibly without one. I’ll be back on Saturday, hopefully with my last Voyager post.

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Yarn Along

Yarn Along photo 5.25.16

Books about the Middle Ages always go so well with my sangria sweater. I wonder why that is.

I’m making great progress on the sweater. I’ve just started decreasing for the sleeves on the front panel. The back panel is done. My reading is slow going these days, and knitting (and its attendant movie and TV watching) has taken over reading’s role as my primary hobby. I’m not complaining. The books will still be here when I’m ready for them.

Happy Wednesday!

Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.

 

 

 

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Nope. I’ve got nothing.

cherriesThere’s a very good chance Bethany and I are in a competition this month to see who can write the most inane blog post.  It’s nothing we planned, but that’s what I think May 2016 might be turning into.  Dear lord, I’m out of things to talk about.  I haven’t read enough Voyager since Saturday to have any good updates, and I’m not reading anything else.  So I’ll simply say this: the Rainier cherries my husband bought at the Sacramento Farmer’s Market this past weekend are amazing, and I’m going to eat them until my stomach pops.  I am only partially joking.  They’re that good.

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An Artsy Cat Photo…

Helen photo

…because I just can’t even. This is Helen. Helen, meet the internet. Internet, meet Helen.

I may be off my blogging game lately, but at least I’m not as bad as the guest commentator on CNN who just described Hitler as “a guy with a really weird haircut on his face.”

I’ll be back soon, I promise.

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Early Thoughts on Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose

The Name of the Rose

Because I really don’t have enough projects to juggle right now (that’s a joke), I decided to start reading Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose. I actually do have a reason for reading it now, but it’s not an interesting reason, so I’ll skip directly to my thoughts on the first fifty pages.

First of all, I can’t imagine a better companion piece to The House of Wisdom. That book paints a dreary picture of Western intellectual life during the Middle Ages, and the characters in Eco’s novel are just beginning their long climb out of the ignorance of that era. The protagonist is Adso (which is also the name of a cat in the Outlander series, by the way), a novice monk who has been assigned to travel to a monastery with a more experienced monk who is investigating some suspicious happenings there. The action has been a little slow in moving forward, but I think time moved slowly in the Middle Ages, so maybe this is just Eco’s verisimilitude.

The first thing I should mention is that this novel occasionally lapses into Latin. Since Eco originally wrote the novel in Italian, these moments may be slightly less jarring to a reader of Eco’s original text than they are to me. I remember a lot of Latin vocabulary and can often figure out the subject matter of a Latin sentence, but I don’t remember the declensions very well, and it’s impossible to translate Latin accurately without a command of the grammar. So I do a lot of guessing.

When I was reading this novel during my BART commute last week, I was bogged down in three pages of description of a stone carving in the entryway of a library. The description just went on and on, and Adso was so emotionally invested in his descriptions of various mythical beasts and demons and lions and so forth that I kept stopping and re-reading the passage to figure out why he was so rapt. It’s a stone carving of a lion, for God’s sake, I wanted to say, just like at the New York Public Library. Chill.

But then I got it. As a medieval monk, Adso believes 100% in the fact that mythical beasts like griffins and manticores and semi-mythical (to him) beasts like lions are the creations of the devil. The carving sent him into hell-fearing overload, and he truly couldn’t look away from the carving and follow Brother William into the library. It makes sense when you consider the medieval mindset. If I truly believed in hellfire and demons and lakes of fire, I would probably have trouble getting anything done in the presence of such a carving as well. The lives of medieval monks would have been so much easier if some of their confreres had found time to lock themselves away in an alchemy lab and invent Xanax.

This may be the single most insipid page ever written about an Umberto Eco novel, and I really do apologize. I will do this novel more justice later. I’m intrigued by it. I’m waiting for the “pyrotechnic inventions” promised on the cover to appear. I will let you know when they do.

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Read All Day Saturday Fail (by Jill)

 

Voyager CoverToday went very similarly to yesterday but with less napping, and more watching of the idiot box. Super annoying. The good news is that I had a nice, relaxing day home with my husband and four legged family members, and those kinds of days are kind of a rarity for us, so I appreciate them when they happen.

As far as Voyager updates, Claire and Jamie have found each other once again, though I’m not quite clear how that happened (I think Jamie’s side of the story is yet to be fully revealed). Claire accidentally purchased a one-armed slave at an auction in the Caribbean. The description of the smell and sights of the slave auction was pretty graphic and slightly distressing. I’ve been patiently waiting for Claire to lose her twentieth century mind over some of the nonsense that must be going on around her in the eighteenth century over the course of almost three books, and I finally got some payoff. I’ve always thought Claire took a bit too much in stride as far as the differences between how lives are lived in the two times in which she has resided, and I’m glad that she finally reacted as a twentieth century woman. Of course that means that now she and Jamie are the proud owners of a one-armed slave. No idea how that is going to shake out; perhaps he will be a devoted Fraser friend down the line.

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Read All Day Friday Fail (by Jill)

 

Voyager Cover

It’s almost like God or fate or karma or something always knows when I want to have a Read All Day Friday, and throws myriad obstacles in my way. Today, despite the fact that I managed to sit in the car driving to and from San Francisco and not put Voyager down once except for when I had to play co-pilot for Jacob on our way to Pasquale’s on Irving Street, and when it was too dark to read (that’s why the Kindle Paperwhite is the best invention ever—it’s never dark when your page lights up), I immediately fell asleep as soon as I sat down in front of the TV with my book this morning to read all day.

In addition, the iPad I ordered in a moment of financial weakness last week arrived on Wednesday, so I had to spend some time setting that up and essentially turning it into a giant version of my iPhone. And last night we went to see Brad Paisley, which involved an afternoon of hanging out with friends prior. Needless to say, progress since Tuesday has been minimal. But don’t worry; I’ve got one more day off. Maybe by tomorrow night I’ll have something substantial to say. I feel like I’m almost done with Voyager, because I only have two hundred pages to go and that if I could just sit in one place and be undisturbed for all of tomorrow, I could potentially finish it. I’m probably being overly optimistic. But we’ll see.

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