No, not that type of poisoner's handbook; think "true crime".
The Mystery Book Club that meets at my store picked The Poisoner's Handbook by Deborah Blum as one of their next reads (I think April, maybe May). So I was like, "Hmmmm, a history of forensic medicine, specific to poisons and chemistry, in Jazz Age/Prohibition New York....I'll read that!"
From a true crime/history of forensic medicine standpoint The Poisoner's Handbook is interesting and fun to read. Blum focuses on a major poisoning case in each chapter, be the agent methanol, arsenic, thallium, carbon monoxide, cyanide, or radium. Medical examiner practices we take for granted today (timely autopsies, accurate death certificates, etc) were implemented to lend the profession credibility; corrupt and ill-trained coroner systems as well as the political machine that was New York City politics had to be dealt with. It's all very fascinating and readable.
But then there are some things that bug me about this book. There are no graphs or pictures in this book - not even a Periodic Table. A picture is worth a thousand words when you're explaining why radium is taken up by the body in the same manner as calcium (they're in the same group so they have the same basic chemistry) but radium causes major problems because of its reactivity and radiation (it's easier to explain radioactive decay of alpha, beta, and gamma particles if you've got a picture). Similarly, I can line up the molecular models of methanol and ethanol in my head along with their acid and aldehyde by-products and understand how those chemicals act in the liver but I'm thinking the average Joe with a high school chemistry background (at most) won't be able to do that. I've had six semesters of chemistry, up to advanced organic, and I have a degree in biology, so I understand all the physiologic processes described in the book but a non-science-background reader might need a boost. So, diagrams would be nice and maybe also the photographs of the scientists and other historical players described in the text. Also, some of the text descriptions of what happens chemically are kind of vague ("titration" is not really described as titration but as a progression of colors when you add acid to a solution); vagueness makes my little chemist's heart sink (I am a member of Alpha Chi Sigma Professional Chemistry Fraternity - so is Bassam Shakhashiri who is thanked in the acknowledgements).
I also found the chapter layouts a little weird. Each chapter revolves around a specific poison, which is nice, but the middle of each chapter gets into the general history of the crime lab for that time period before returning to the case involving the specific poison. It gets a little confusing to read about cyanide poisoning then about all the methanol deaths during Prohibition (and the enforcement laws about denaturing industrial ethanol) before returning to a case of death by cyanide. It would have been a little more clear to have separate chapters for the poisoning cases/poisons between chapters about the general history of the department.
If you love true crime or history of criminology, definitely read The Poisoner's Handbook. If you see this on the shelf with the rest of the chemistry books in the "Science" section of the bookstore be forewarned that it might not have as much chemistry as you would like but it's still fun to read if you're looking for something light.
31 March 2010
25 March 2010
Pinocchio
I always thought "Pinocchio" was an old fairy tale, I mean really old, and then Disney turned it into the animated-movie-I-will-never-ever-watch-again-because-it-scared-the-holy-bejeezus-out-of-me-when-I-was-3 so I avoided "Pinocchio" so I could sleep. As it turns out, the original Pinocchio is a children's novel by Carlo Collodi, the first half initially serialized 1881-1883 and the full novel published in 1883. Kat wanted to read it for our bookclub - especially the NYRB Classics edition with introduction by Umberto Eco. Cool.
Pinocchio is not a long novel - approximately 160 pages - and being a story for children (more or less) it takes almost no time at all to read. Once you sit down to read it. This has a very Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Anderson feel - the blue-haired Fairy with a coach drawn by mice and a poodle for a coachman, charlatan team the Fox and the Cat, Toyland - so it does feel like an old folk tale. But it is also a very long parable (parable? allegory?) - Pinocchio does learn many lessons, most memorable is learning not to lie, on his path to becoming a real boy. One thing that struck me was Pinocchio's growing lack of gullibility; each time he is tempted off his path it takes more and more cajoling to get him to stray from the straight and narrow. He learns but slowly; he is only a puppet, as Pinocchio himself likes to point out.
We watched the 2002 Roberto Benigni Pinocchio adaptation as our movie tie-in. I am OK with this because it's not the Disney version. According to the IMDB trivia the original idea for the 2002 Italian adaptation was to have Fellini direct with Benigni acting as the title role; Fellini died and Benigni continued the project as director and star.
Benigni should have gotten someone else to play Pinocchio, as in perhaps a teen or younger adult actor, because a 50-year-old man with a five-o'clock shadow playing a temper-tantrum-prone wooden puppet dressed like a Pollichinelle from The Nutcracker just does not work for me. It actually got a little creepy during a scene (which, as far as I remember, does not exist in the book) where Pinocchio and Lucinolo (Lampwick) are licking a fish-shaped lollipop in turn....as in child porn creepy...and then the crazy Benigni antics got plain old irritating and boring. The rest of the movie does work quite well, the sets and costumes have a very fairy-tale/fantasy feel (with the exception of a perspective issue during the puppet theatre show). I do quite like Nicoletta Braschi as the Fairy with the Turquoise Hair (aka the Blue Fairy) and I think she did quite well to give some depth to what could have been a very flat character. I did like the creature effect make-up to give the suggestion of a Fox and a Cat as a character but still see the human actor - much like real life where wily people are described as foxes, etc. I wonder what Italian audiences thought of the film (I don't read Italian so any reviews I might dig up I wouldn't be able to read); I think it was a good choice to watch Benigni's Pinocchio for our bookclub, just to see a non-US adaptation, but it certainly isn't a movie I want to watch again.
Pinocchio is not a long novel - approximately 160 pages - and being a story for children (more or less) it takes almost no time at all to read. Once you sit down to read it. This has a very Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Anderson feel - the blue-haired Fairy with a coach drawn by mice and a poodle for a coachman, charlatan team the Fox and the Cat, Toyland - so it does feel like an old folk tale. But it is also a very long parable (parable? allegory?) - Pinocchio does learn many lessons, most memorable is learning not to lie, on his path to becoming a real boy. One thing that struck me was Pinocchio's growing lack of gullibility; each time he is tempted off his path it takes more and more cajoling to get him to stray from the straight and narrow. He learns but slowly; he is only a puppet, as Pinocchio himself likes to point out.
We watched the 2002 Roberto Benigni Pinocchio adaptation as our movie tie-in. I am OK with this because it's not the Disney version. According to the IMDB trivia the original idea for the 2002 Italian adaptation was to have Fellini direct with Benigni acting as the title role; Fellini died and Benigni continued the project as director and star.
Benigni should have gotten someone else to play Pinocchio, as in perhaps a teen or younger adult actor, because a 50-year-old man with a five-o'clock shadow playing a temper-tantrum-prone wooden puppet dressed like a Pollichinelle from The Nutcracker just does not work for me. It actually got a little creepy during a scene (which, as far as I remember, does not exist in the book) where Pinocchio and Lucinolo (Lampwick) are licking a fish-shaped lollipop in turn....as in child porn creepy...and then the crazy Benigni antics got plain old irritating and boring. The rest of the movie does work quite well, the sets and costumes have a very fairy-tale/fantasy feel (with the exception of a perspective issue during the puppet theatre show). I do quite like Nicoletta Braschi as the Fairy with the Turquoise Hair (aka the Blue Fairy) and I think she did quite well to give some depth to what could have been a very flat character. I did like the creature effect make-up to give the suggestion of a Fox and a Cat as a character but still see the human actor - much like real life where wily people are described as foxes, etc. I wonder what Italian audiences thought of the film (I don't read Italian so any reviews I might dig up I wouldn't be able to read); I think it was a good choice to watch Benigni's Pinocchio for our bookclub, just to see a non-US adaptation, but it certainly isn't a movie I want to watch again.
19 March 2010
The Poisonwood Bible
One of the reasons I love my "Literature by Women" group at Barnes and Noble Book Clubs is that I am either introduced to books I would have never read or have the opportunity to read books I've been eyeballing for some time. The Poisonwood Bible is definitely one of the latter; I'd never read it even though I was intrigued by the plot and owned a copy for quite a while. Thank you, LbW readers for voting for The Poisonwood Bible.
There are many issues swirling through Barbara Kingsolver's tale of a (white) family in the Belgian Congo: racism, colonialism, women's rights, politics, theology, tolerance, consumerism. The narration of The Poisonwood Bible is carried by the women of the Price family in turn; the mother, Orleanna, introduces each section of the book then the daughters - Rachel, Leah, Adah, and Ruth May - narrate the action in turn. They each have a very distinct voice; Orleanna is filled with guilt, Rachel is spoiled and complaining, Leah is desperate for her father's affection, Adah speaks to the reader but not to the others, and Ruth May lends a six-year-old's perspective to her view of an African village.
The Poisonwood Bible is a book that makes me angry and fills me with sadness. Nathan Price is easily the least sympathetic character in the book; he is extremely intolerant of local customs in Kilanga, he verbally and physically abuses his wife and daughters using religion as his excuse, and puts his family in mortal danger by refusing to acknowledge the realities of the political situation in 1950s/1960s Africa. The history of the Congo is accurately depicted; having won independence from Belgium the country is immediately torn apart by civil war when the governments of the United States and Belgium interfere to "save" the country from Socialist/Communist leanings (this interference directly leads to the authoritarian regime of Mobutu Sese Seko). The Prices' narration depicts the hope and despair of average Congolese as well as the family's helplessness in the face of their own plight.
I was surprised to find that the narration of The Poisonwood Bible continued after the family leaves Kilanga village. While it does make the novel seem a little over-long I think the extension of the Prices' story is important because it shows how the experiences in the Congo shaped each of the four daughters. I am really pleased the LbW crowd voted for The Poisonwood Bible; it is a very unique novel.
Join LbW in April when we read Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South.
There are many issues swirling through Barbara Kingsolver's tale of a (white) family in the Belgian Congo: racism, colonialism, women's rights, politics, theology, tolerance, consumerism. The narration of The Poisonwood Bible is carried by the women of the Price family in turn; the mother, Orleanna, introduces each section of the book then the daughters - Rachel, Leah, Adah, and Ruth May - narrate the action in turn. They each have a very distinct voice; Orleanna is filled with guilt, Rachel is spoiled and complaining, Leah is desperate for her father's affection, Adah speaks to the reader but not to the others, and Ruth May lends a six-year-old's perspective to her view of an African village.
The Poisonwood Bible is a book that makes me angry and fills me with sadness. Nathan Price is easily the least sympathetic character in the book; he is extremely intolerant of local customs in Kilanga, he verbally and physically abuses his wife and daughters using religion as his excuse, and puts his family in mortal danger by refusing to acknowledge the realities of the political situation in 1950s/1960s Africa. The history of the Congo is accurately depicted; having won independence from Belgium the country is immediately torn apart by civil war when the governments of the United States and Belgium interfere to "save" the country from Socialist/Communist leanings (this interference directly leads to the authoritarian regime of Mobutu Sese Seko). The Prices' narration depicts the hope and despair of average Congolese as well as the family's helplessness in the face of their own plight.
I was surprised to find that the narration of The Poisonwood Bible continued after the family leaves Kilanga village. While it does make the novel seem a little over-long I think the extension of the Prices' story is important because it shows how the experiences in the Congo shaped each of the four daughters. I am really pleased the LbW crowd voted for The Poisonwood Bible; it is a very unique novel.
Join LbW in April when we read Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South.
17 March 2010
The Possessed
I have yet to read Dostoevsky's The Possessed (which I think technically should be translated as The Demons or The Devils) but I do like me some Russian literature. So does Elif Batuman - her collection of essays, The Possessed, revolves around Russian literature and the people who read it.
Batuman's The Possessed isn't so much a book examining Russian literature, i.e. lit crit, but how writers like Pushkin, Chekhov, Lermontov, Tolstoy, and Dostoevsky comment on the experience of being alive (see also Ilana Simons's A Life of One's Own or Alain de Botton's How Proust Can Change Your Life). She starts off with an essay about organizing an Isaac Babel conference while a graduate student at Stanford; the experience comes complete with dusty academics and eccentric Babel relatives (the essay appeared as "Babel in California" in the magazine "n+1"). Other essays cover the veneration of Tolstoy and his estate (which reminds me of Austen and Chawton pilgrimages), a summer spent in Uzbekistan in an Uzbek language intensive, looking for Pushkin in the Caucasus, and the reconstructed Ice Palace in St. Petersburg.
Batuman has a very welcoming style of writing; it's funny and ironic but as a fellow lover of literature, Russian or not, it's like reading the thoughts of a kindred spirit. I have a picture of myself standing outside Jane Austen's home in Bath (which I think is now a dentist's office while the Jane Austen museum is down the street in a different row house) so I completely understand the compulsion to finagle a trip to St. Petersburg so you can see the reconstructed Ice Palace on the Neva. The multiple essays about Batuman's summer in Samarkand, Uzbekistan, not only show a culture moving out of the shadow of Soviet occupation but also the creation of a shared Uzbek culture and literature, something that did not exist prior to the creation of the Uzbek Soviet state.
I hope Batuman continues to write about her love of Russian literature; I really enjoyed the essays in The Possessed and made a little list of things I have yet to read. Which reminds me, I probably need to run a Google search to find Batuman's essays not included in this book.
Batuman's The Possessed isn't so much a book examining Russian literature, i.e. lit crit, but how writers like Pushkin, Chekhov, Lermontov, Tolstoy, and Dostoevsky comment on the experience of being alive (see also Ilana Simons's A Life of One's Own or Alain de Botton's How Proust Can Change Your Life). She starts off with an essay about organizing an Isaac Babel conference while a graduate student at Stanford; the experience comes complete with dusty academics and eccentric Babel relatives (the essay appeared as "Babel in California" in the magazine "n+1"). Other essays cover the veneration of Tolstoy and his estate (which reminds me of Austen and Chawton pilgrimages), a summer spent in Uzbekistan in an Uzbek language intensive, looking for Pushkin in the Caucasus, and the reconstructed Ice Palace in St. Petersburg.
Batuman has a very welcoming style of writing; it's funny and ironic but as a fellow lover of literature, Russian or not, it's like reading the thoughts of a kindred spirit. I have a picture of myself standing outside Jane Austen's home in Bath (which I think is now a dentist's office while the Jane Austen museum is down the street in a different row house) so I completely understand the compulsion to finagle a trip to St. Petersburg so you can see the reconstructed Ice Palace on the Neva. The multiple essays about Batuman's summer in Samarkand, Uzbekistan, not only show a culture moving out of the shadow of Soviet occupation but also the creation of a shared Uzbek culture and literature, something that did not exist prior to the creation of the Uzbek Soviet state.
I hope Batuman continues to write about her love of Russian literature; I really enjoyed the essays in The Possessed and made a little list of things I have yet to read. Which reminds me, I probably need to run a Google search to find Batuman's essays not included in this book.
15 March 2010
Every Little Step/A Chorus Line
All I ever needed was the music and the mirror.
One singular sensation.
Do I luurrrrve A Chorus Line or what? Like Val, I never saw The Red Shoes...I saw A Chorus Line and The Nutcracker when I was little. Hooked. My dance teacher also staged "One" as a finale to our dance recital when I was little. Hooked.
Every Little Step is a documentary about the 2006 revival of A Chorus Line on Broadway. The original production closed in 1990 after about a gazillion performances so a fifteen-year gap before a new staging is appropriate. The bulk of the film follows the casting process - a marathon because soooo many people want the chance to be a part of the magic and an obstacle course because the parts (Connie, Val, Paul, Diana, Kristine, Cassie, Bebe) are very specific as to type. Interspersed with the casting footage are interviews with the producers and directors as well as Baayork Lee, the original Connie, and Marvin Hamlisch who wrote the score. You root for all the performers because they have to get this job (song!) and you really feel for those who don't make the cut. It's all blood, sweat, and tears. No one becomes a Broadway performer for the money; they all do it because they love it. A small bonus to Every Little Step is that Charlotte D'Amboise, the daughter of Jacques D'Amboise, happens to audition for Cassie. Yes, that Jacques D'Amboise is her dad, the one who danced for Mr. B, was Ephraim in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and is interviewed for this documentary. Love.
So then I had to watch the movie adaptation of A Chorus Line - which is great in some respects because they are able to play with close-ups, etc., that you can't get with a stage production, and a total clunker in others because of the way the script got chopped up (and Michael Douglas is Zach, which doesn't quite fit well in my opinion). But it has all the great songs and dance sequences so I can "One, singular sensation" my way around the house.
One singular sensation.
Do I luurrrrve A Chorus Line or what? Like Val, I never saw The Red Shoes...I saw A Chorus Line and The Nutcracker when I was little. Hooked. My dance teacher also staged "One" as a finale to our dance recital when I was little. Hooked.
Every Little Step is a documentary about the 2006 revival of A Chorus Line on Broadway. The original production closed in 1990 after about a gazillion performances so a fifteen-year gap before a new staging is appropriate. The bulk of the film follows the casting process - a marathon because soooo many people want the chance to be a part of the magic and an obstacle course because the parts (Connie, Val, Paul, Diana, Kristine, Cassie, Bebe) are very specific as to type. Interspersed with the casting footage are interviews with the producers and directors as well as Baayork Lee, the original Connie, and Marvin Hamlisch who wrote the score. You root for all the performers because they have to get this job (song!) and you really feel for those who don't make the cut. It's all blood, sweat, and tears. No one becomes a Broadway performer for the money; they all do it because they love it. A small bonus to Every Little Step is that Charlotte D'Amboise, the daughter of Jacques D'Amboise, happens to audition for Cassie. Yes, that Jacques D'Amboise is her dad, the one who danced for Mr. B, was Ephraim in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and is interviewed for this documentary. Love.
So then I had to watch the movie adaptation of A Chorus Line - which is great in some respects because they are able to play with close-ups, etc., that you can't get with a stage production, and a total clunker in others because of the way the script got chopped up (and Michael Douglas is Zach, which doesn't quite fit well in my opinion). But it has all the great songs and dance sequences so I can "One, singular sensation" my way around the house.
11 March 2010
Maurice
I have a soft spot for Merchant Ivory films (especially Howard's End) so I decided to bump Maurice up on the Netflix queue. I really wasn't sure what to expect beyond a standard MI historical film....with naked men. I will also throw in the caveat that I haven't read Maurice by E.M. Forster; I've read A Room with a View and Howard's End, so I am used to Forster's style, and I do know Forster wrote Maurice pre-WWI but it was never published until the 1970s due to the subject matter.
So I was expecting a love story (-ish) about a homosexual relationship that for very obvious reasons must be repressed (because you can get arrested for being a homosexual at that time in Great Britain). Which is exactly what Maurice is - a film about a forbidden relationship and the protagonists are both male. It is a very lovely film and all the men are beautifully appointed as to styling which really does lend to the feminized/cloistered college atmosphere where Maurice (James Wilby, who I love in Gosford Park) and Clive (Hugh Grant, in his first major film role) meet. The relationship between Maurice and Clive is very tender and the parts are very well-played by the actors; the pain and misunderstanding between the couple that occurs when they realize they must act more "straight" is almost palpable. It did get a little uncomfortable for me toward the end of the film when Maurice begins a relationship with the gamekeeper at Clive's estate; it's a little mismatched as far as age, education, and class so it does seem that Maurice, who really can't supress his sexual orientation the same way Clive can, takes advantage of the gamekeeper. So it's a little dirty-old-man and teenager, which is a bit icky whatever the genders of the couple.
I really liked Maurice - I must read the book now.
So I was expecting a love story (-ish) about a homosexual relationship that for very obvious reasons must be repressed (because you can get arrested for being a homosexual at that time in Great Britain). Which is exactly what Maurice is - a film about a forbidden relationship and the protagonists are both male. It is a very lovely film and all the men are beautifully appointed as to styling which really does lend to the feminized/cloistered college atmosphere where Maurice (James Wilby, who I love in Gosford Park) and Clive (Hugh Grant, in his first major film role) meet. The relationship between Maurice and Clive is very tender and the parts are very well-played by the actors; the pain and misunderstanding between the couple that occurs when they realize they must act more "straight" is almost palpable. It did get a little uncomfortable for me toward the end of the film when Maurice begins a relationship with the gamekeeper at Clive's estate; it's a little mismatched as far as age, education, and class so it does seem that Maurice, who really can't supress his sexual orientation the same way Clive can, takes advantage of the gamekeeper. So it's a little dirty-old-man and teenager, which is a bit icky whatever the genders of the couple.
I really liked Maurice - I must read the book now.
Post-Oscar Netflix Queue Management
Not only did I have a lovely time watching the Oscars on Sunday (I did miss Hugh Jackman as host, though - that was so much fun last year) I followed up the ceremony by adjusting my Netflix queue. The Hurt Locker arrived last week (didn't have time to watch it) and I bumped District 9 and Inglourious Basterds up to the top of the queue so they arrived today. Squee.
Coming up shortly is A Serious Man, An Education, Up in the Air, and Precious with Crazy Heart, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, and The Young Victoria releasing in April.
However, with over 400 movies in my queue (including the "Saved" section) I might get an itch to watch something else first.
Coming up shortly is A Serious Man, An Education, Up in the Air, and Precious with Crazy Heart, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, and The Young Victoria releasing in April.
However, with over 400 movies in my queue (including the "Saved" section) I might get an itch to watch something else first.
10 March 2010
Shutter Island
Shutter Island has a really intriguing premise: a severely disturbed psychiatric patient has excaped from a high-security island mental institution/prison requiring US Marshals to investigate. It's set in the 1950s so the setting invites a little Maltese Falcon-esque noir into the mind's eye. When Teddy and Chuck (the Marshals) start to investigate the goings-on at Shutter Island things start to get a little wierd. And that's an understatement.
Dennis Lehane has a fantastic gift for descriptions and he sets the mood so, so well. Teddy has fantatstical dreams and they are so vividly described, adding to the heightened suspense (which was already at a fever pitch due to the hurricaine).
Unfortunately, I had the plot twist figured out by the time the hurricaine passed the island. While Lehane's description kept me going I was a little disappointed when the denoument proved me right. I'm a huge Sherlock Holmes fan and I love the "aha!" moments in those stories, I'm never disappointed to find out I'm right or wrong. With Shutter Island I just didn't have an "aha" moment; the revelation just felt old-hat. Also, I thought Lehane wimped on the plot in the last chapter.
Shutter Island was fun to read, a nice diversion, and I wanted to get the book read before I watched the movie.
Dennis Lehane has a fantastic gift for descriptions and he sets the mood so, so well. Teddy has fantatstical dreams and they are so vividly described, adding to the heightened suspense (which was already at a fever pitch due to the hurricaine).
Unfortunately, I had the plot twist figured out by the time the hurricaine passed the island. While Lehane's description kept me going I was a little disappointed when the denoument proved me right. I'm a huge Sherlock Holmes fan and I love the "aha!" moments in those stories, I'm never disappointed to find out I'm right or wrong. With Shutter Island I just didn't have an "aha" moment; the revelation just felt old-hat. Also, I thought Lehane wimped on the plot in the last chapter.
Shutter Island was fun to read, a nice diversion, and I wanted to get the book read before I watched the movie.
09 March 2010
The Omnivore's Dilemma
The Omnivore's Dilemma has been on my radar for quite some time. A number of friends have read it (one even went vegan after reading it) and it was universally recommended. I was curious to read what Pollan wrote about the food industry. I wasn't expecting to be terribly surprised.
I wasn't. In reality I was only interested in The Omnivore's Dilemma because of the central "Pastoral" section where Pollan looks at the two sides of the organic movement - industrial and polycultural (pastoral, more like the old family ). Pollan documented a week he spent on a polycultural family farm - Polyface Farms - that sells their naturally grass-fed and organically raised beef, chicken, pork, eggs, and produce to local residents and restaurants. The principle behind the farm is to use polyculture to fuel the cycle of life on the farm - the cows eat grass, the chickens root for grubs and eat grass while their poop fertilizes the grass, etc - without the use of. The extensive look at Polyface Farms in Virginia was very enlightening. I buy the bulk of my groceries from the local co-op (particularly eggs, dairy, meats, and produce) and it's important to support local farms. The whole industry won't change overnight (there's too much involvement from major corporations to alter mass-produced agriculture quickly) but I do think that the more people demand better and wider access to grass-fed and humanely raised beef/chicken/pork and organic produce it will lessen the demand on the current factory farm system.
I pretty much skimmed through the first section (about corn, processing, stock yards, monoculture, etc) because:
1) I live in Iowa, grew up here, and attended a school district that was half farm kids, half suburban kids.
2) My mom has a set of cousins who are all farmers, have farmed corn and soybeans for years, and at least one of them is the Pioneer seed rep for the area. So I know how factory farms work.
3) I have a Masters degree in Epidemiology - part of getting an Epi degree in a rural state is that when you take Infectious Disease Epi you learn about Zoonoses and how agribusiness plays into disease transmission.
So part one was completely not shocking to me. It is pretty gross to think about the cows raised in overcrowded herds and over-medicated so they can be fed a diet of grain....grain isn't a natural cow dietary item. Confession, I do occasionally eat at McDonald's (it's the french fries) and I would be happy to pay more for my burger there to get more humanely raised beef.
Part three was about Pollan's attempt at foraging/hunting for all the ingredients of a meal. It was interesting (and I'm glad it all worked out and his guests thought it was a good meal) but I wasn't as personally invested in that section of the book. I'm pretty much allergic to being outdoors for extended periods of time (asthma, hay fever, and sunburn-prone skin will do that to you), I hate mushrooms, and I have no desire to go hunting. If civilization collapses I'll deal then. I have an uncle and cousins who hunt and I've tried a little of the wild game they've caught; I'm not missing much, in my opinion.
I'm glad I read The Omnivore's Dilemma. It didn't drastically change any of my opinions about food or impart any drastically new knowledge, however, it is a good book to remind me to try to be more conscious about the origins of my groceries in future (as we all probably ought to be).
Current book-in-progress: The Poisonwood Bible and Age of Wonder
Current knitted item: Alexis's baby sweater and shrugs for the older nieces
Current movie obsession: The Hurt Locker
Current iTunes loop: Filmspotting
I wasn't. In reality I was only interested in The Omnivore's Dilemma because of the central "Pastoral" section where Pollan looks at the two sides of the organic movement - industrial and polycultural (pastoral, more like the old family ). Pollan documented a week he spent on a polycultural family farm - Polyface Farms - that sells their naturally grass-fed and organically raised beef, chicken, pork, eggs, and produce to local residents and restaurants. The principle behind the farm is to use polyculture to fuel the cycle of life on the farm - the cows eat grass, the chickens root for grubs and eat grass while their poop fertilizes the grass, etc - without the use of. The extensive look at Polyface Farms in Virginia was very enlightening. I buy the bulk of my groceries from the local co-op (particularly eggs, dairy, meats, and produce) and it's important to support local farms. The whole industry won't change overnight (there's too much involvement from major corporations to alter mass-produced agriculture quickly) but I do think that the more people demand better and wider access to grass-fed and humanely raised beef/chicken/pork and organic produce it will lessen the demand on the current factory farm system.
I pretty much skimmed through the first section (about corn, processing, stock yards, monoculture, etc) because:
1) I live in Iowa, grew up here, and attended a school district that was half farm kids, half suburban kids.
2) My mom has a set of cousins who are all farmers, have farmed corn and soybeans for years, and at least one of them is the Pioneer seed rep for the area. So I know how factory farms work.
3) I have a Masters degree in Epidemiology - part of getting an Epi degree in a rural state is that when you take Infectious Disease Epi you learn about Zoonoses and how agribusiness plays into disease transmission.
So part one was completely not shocking to me. It is pretty gross to think about the cows raised in overcrowded herds and over-medicated so they can be fed a diet of grain....grain isn't a natural cow dietary item. Confession, I do occasionally eat at McDonald's (it's the french fries) and I would be happy to pay more for my burger there to get more humanely raised beef.
Part three was about Pollan's attempt at foraging/hunting for all the ingredients of a meal. It was interesting (and I'm glad it all worked out and his guests thought it was a good meal) but I wasn't as personally invested in that section of the book. I'm pretty much allergic to being outdoors for extended periods of time (asthma, hay fever, and sunburn-prone skin will do that to you), I hate mushrooms, and I have no desire to go hunting. If civilization collapses I'll deal then. I have an uncle and cousins who hunt and I've tried a little of the wild game they've caught; I'm not missing much, in my opinion.
I'm glad I read The Omnivore's Dilemma. It didn't drastically change any of my opinions about food or impart any drastically new knowledge, however, it is a good book to remind me to try to be more conscious about the origins of my groceries in future (as we all probably ought to be).
Current book-in-progress: The Poisonwood Bible and Age of Wonder
Current knitted item: Alexis's baby sweater and shrugs for the older nieces
Current movie obsession: The Hurt Locker
Current iTunes loop: Filmspotting
08 March 2010
Page Shifting
Just a heads-up for my readers: I'm going to be shifting around some widgets, page-elements, challenge/project info, etc., over the next few days and creating pages to hold the information. I hope provides a little better organization (for me at the very least) and makes it a little easier to navigate for everyone else.
03 March 2010
Addendum: Showgirls, Teen Wolves, and Astro Zombies
After hearing "Staying Alive" on the muzak at work I have to confess I have seen another one of Michael Adam's bad movies from Showgirls, Teen Wolves, and Astro Zombies. To add to my grand total of 2 movies and about one-half I 'fessed up to in my review I have also seen the entirety of Staying Alive multiple times.
I'll just chalk that one up to a dance-obsessed childhood spent in Iowa - Cynthia Rhodes is amazingly flexible, I'm talking greater than 180 degree extensions, and I used to just fast forward through the movie just to watch her dance. I actually asked my parents to rent this so I could watch her since I was obsessed with Dirty Dancing at the time (I'd never seen Saturday Night Fever). The choreography in Staying Alive is pretty much crap, the direction and acting are nil, and I still can't quite figure out the "plot" of the "musical" everyone performs in at the end.
I'll just chalk that one up to a dance-obsessed childhood spent in Iowa - Cynthia Rhodes is amazingly flexible, I'm talking greater than 180 degree extensions, and I used to just fast forward through the movie just to watch her dance. I actually asked my parents to rent this so I could watch her since I was obsessed with Dirty Dancing at the time (I'd never seen Saturday Night Fever). The choreography in Staying Alive is pretty much crap, the direction and acting are nil, and I still can't quite figure out the "plot" of the "musical" everyone performs in at the end.
Before I Fall
Lauren Oliver's debut novel, Before I Fall, is the second Teen First Look Book Club at Barnes and Noble Book Clubs. Our protagonist, Sam, is a typical teen - a senior, popular, pretty, she has the boyfriend everyone wants - but when she dies in a car accident she relives her Last Day...over and over...February 12th...over and over. Sounds a little Groundhog Day, no?
Well, not really. The concept at its very basic is the same - relive the same day until the protagonist figures out the problem - but that's it. Sam has the ability to change events during her Last Day but she has to learn which event must be altered or she's going to die and wake up on February 12 forever. Sam must evaluate her own beliefs and behavior regarding bullying, teen sex, and substance abuse before she can make a change for the better (any more info and I'm going to ruin the plot for you). Lauren Oliver gives Sam such a wonderful voice - Sam is young, she doubts herself, but she isn't a character rooted in the popular vernacular; Sam is able to bridge both the YA and adult audience for the simple reason that she could easily be the teen next door, not a walking MTV commercial.
Because Sam is so real, she can make us feel uncomfortable. I've read a lot of reviews/opinions on the Before I Fall discussion forum where people state they don't like Sam at the beginning of the novel and it's true that, even though she's not a horrible person, she isn't easy to love. She's stuck up, joins in mercilessly teasing a classmate, is materialistic and shallow...and she could very well have been many of us in high school. I have to admit - even though I was popular-by-association because I was on the dance team with the A-list popular girls I was still a nerdy band geek. What would I have given to have the right clothes, a good-looking boyfriend, to get invited to the right parties? For the first few years of high school I was more than happy to toddle along behind the "cool" girls on the squad and imitate them as best I could; we were never as cruel to classmates as Sam's crowd is but we were definitely on the snotty side (and I wound up dating a senior boy who scared me - and he wasn't very cute - and going to a party no fifteen-year-old has any business being at). But I didn't make the squad for my junior year and I (painfully) realized that there was more to life than your rung on the high-school social ladder. I hung out with my band and drama friends more that year and really had fun at the drama parties where we sang "Time-Warp" at the top of our lungs...sober. When I made the dance team again for my senior year I had the confidence to be my own person, less likely to covet the popular crowd (even though I still wanted those designer jeans). Sam doesn't get a few years, though, she only gets a day to get it right in the end.
While Sam's behavior can make us squirm with self-identification, it also made me cheer her on all the more when she pieces together the information she needs to solve the February 12 cycle. There is a tremendous gain in maturity and I thank Lauren for giving Sam the emotional growth necessary for that. The young adult genre can really benefit from a book like Before I Fall because it focuses on the realities of teen behavior and the consequences that can result. Before I Fall went on sale yesterday (March 2, 2010) so go out and buy, buy, buy!
Current book-in-progress: The Poisonwood Bible
Current knitted item: Alexis's baby sweater (almost done with the sleeves)
Current movie obsession: Criminal Minds Season 4
Current iTunes loop: Filmspotting
02 March 2010
Teaser Tuesday: The Best American Short Stories 2009
Just do the following:
- Grab your current read
- Open to a random page
- Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
- BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
- Share the title and author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers
Although he never said so aloud, he must have been disappointed that none of his four sons - of whom my father, a successful retail furrier, was the youngest - had turned out to be in the least scholarly or even mildly bookish. There was only me, his grandson: a last chance to impart to another generation his love for Hebrew and above all for Yiddish, his sweet, endlessly subtle mamalosh'n.
~ p 41-42, "Beyond the Pale" by Joseph Epstein, The Best American Short Stories 2009 edited by Alice Sebold
01 March 2010
New "Literature by Women" schedule and March reading selection
The "Literature by Women" schedule for April through August:
April: North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
May: Runaway by Alice Munro
June: Children of the New World by Assia Djebar
July: Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
August: The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates
Our March selection is Barbara Kingsolver's The Poisonwood Bible. Come join us!
April: North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
May: Runaway by Alice Munro
June: Children of the New World by Assia Djebar
July: Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
August: The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates
Our March selection is Barbara Kingsolver's The Poisonwood Bible. Come join us!
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