BooK Report: January Summary

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February 1, 2024

15 Books: 11 Fiction and 4 Nonfiction

Fiction

Favorites

  • Absolution by Alice McDermott. (See January 11th post) I keep thinking about this book–the story, the characters, the exquisite writing.
  • The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride. Another memorable book. The time is the 1950s and is mainly set in small town Pennsylvania where immigrant Jews and African Americans live side-by-side, but often not easily or comfortably. So many strong characters and making them come alive on the page is one of McBride’s strong suits. He describes one of the characters this way, “Chona had never been one to play by the rules of American society. She did not experience the world as most people did. To her the world was not a china closet where you admire this and don’t touch that. Rather, she saw it as a place where every act of living was a chance for tikkun olam, to improve the world.” p, 275.

Books That Surprised Me or Should I Say I Surprised Myself?

I was surprised I enjoyed both of these books so much because in both cases the language was often off-putting and the amount of references to sex could have become tiresome, but in both cases the characters interested me, sometimes intrigued me, and I entered cultures not familiar to me.

  • Olga Dies Dreaming by Xachitl Gonzalez. Olga is a successful wedding planner and her brother is a progressive New York Congressman. Their mother left them at an early age to return to Puerto Rica where she led a revolutionary movement. The brother and sister both pursue the American dream in their own ways and are distracted from their values and ideals along the way. I learned so much about Puerto Rican history and economics, especially since much of the book is set at the time of Hurricane Maria.
  • Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo. One of the things that intrigued me about this 2019 Booker Prize novel was its style. Each chapter, which focused on one woman at a time, was written almost as a poem. Sometimes I found myself reading sections aloud, for the rhythm and the flow seemed to demand that. I wonder what the audio version is like. And in each chapter there was only one period–at the end of the last sentence. I know some reviewers found that technique to be too much, but I loved it. I felt as if I was in an unending conversation, especially as connections between the women were developed. Not one woman was perfect, not even close, but I appreciated their complexity, as they somehow surmounted deep loss, sexism, and racism in their lives. And the insights into gender and language were revealing as well. A favorite line comes at the end of the book, “White people are only required to represent themselves, not an entire race.”

Two Fun Mysteries

  • Murder Most Royal by S. J. Bennett. I gave this book to my husband for Christmas, knowing full well I wanted to read it myself. I had enjoyed other books in the series, The Windsor Knot and All the Queen’s Men. Who can resist a mystery where Queen Elizabeth II is one of the main characters? It is not necessary to read these books in order, by the way, and the next one, A Death in Diamonds, will be published soon.
  • A Sorrowful Sanctuary, #5 in the Lane Winslow Series by Iona Whishaw. This series is set in Canada soon after the end of WWII. Lane is a young woman who immigrates to Canada from the UK after her service in the war. She seems to always be on the scene after a murder and therefore, develops a relationship with police detective, Inspector Darling. Easy and charming, and each one seems to get better and better. I do recommend reading these in order. The first one is A Killer in King’s Cove.

Good Reads

  • The Caretaker by Ron Rash. This author has written many books, but he was new to me. I don’t have his other titles on my TBR, but I don’t discount the idea of reading more. Jacob returns from the Korean War badly injured. His controlling parents have told him that his wife and baby have died in childbirth, and they have told her that he died in the war. Suffering ahead! The caretaker is Blackburn Gant, Jacob’s close friend, and his story of love and loss is just as important in the book.
  • The English Experience by Julie Schumacher. (See my January 25 post) How grateful I am to have read a book with humor this month. At the same time there was warmth and insight. This is Schumacher’s third book with an academic setting, but you don’t need to be an academic to enjoy them. The other titles are Dear Committee Members and The Shakespeare Requirement.

Indications of Things (Books) to Come

  • My Lover’s Lover by Maggie O’Farrell. You may have read Hamnet and/or The Marriage Portrait, more recent books by O’Farrell –each of them so good. Well, she has quite the backlist, and I have been reading and enjoying them. My Lover’s Lover was her second novel, published in 2002. One review says this book “brilliantly describes how old relationships can haunt new ones.” A Key word: haunt. Lily feels haunted by her boyfriend’s former lover Sinead and is determined to learn the truth about their relationship. While this book is not as good as O’Farrell’s more recent books, one can see the powerful writer she is becoming. I only have one more of O’Farrell’s books to read, The Distance Between Us.

Challenging

  • A Song Over Miskwaa Rapids by Linda LeGarde Grover. I wish I had listened to this book, for I would love to hear the Ojibwe words. The story wasn’t always easy to follow, for the ancestry, so important to the story, was sometimes confusing to my white context. It was worth the effort, however, and I loved the chorus of spirit women who observed and commented as the story progressed. A body is found buried in a state park 50 years after the fact. How and why that happens has many threads–all beautifully and sensitively written.

So-So

  • The Wildest Sun by Asha Lenmie. I never grew to care for the main character Delphine because she was whiney to the end. I grew weary of her saying “I am sorry” and feeling sorry for herself because she had a terrible childhood. Her mother always told her that Ernest Hemingway was her father and she goes to Cuba to meet him. Enough said.

NonFiction

  • The Comfort of Crows, A Backyard Year by Margaret Renkl. I LOVED this book, not only for its wondrous,lovely prose, but it is beautifully illustrated with collages by her brother Billy, also. Gorgeous! Renkl, who lives in Nashville is a journalist and an amateur biologist, passionate about the natural world and what we are doing to it. She weaves glimpses into her backyard with other places she knows, and we also meet her family and her life as a writer. Unlike me, she does not love winter, but I forgive her for that. I noted so many quotations in my book journal. Here’s just one: “Turn your face up to the sky. Listen. The world is trembling into possibility. The world is reminding us that this is what the world does best. New life. Rebirth. The greenness that rises out of ashes.” p. 57. And another, which truly endears her to me: “Rain was in the forecast for the weekend away, so I packed ten or twelve books to give myself options. I like to see books spread out on a table like a banquet. Every time I pass by I’m tempted to sit down and begin something delicious or to pick up where I left off the last time I played hooky from work…” p. 233.
  • Haphazard by Starlight, A Poem a Day from Advent to Epiphany by Janet Morley and Lighted Windows, An Advent Calendar for a World in Waiting by Margaret Silf. I started both of these books during Advent in December, and they carried me into the new year. Such good companions.
  • Thin Places, A Natural History of Healing and Home by Kerri ni Dochartaigh. This book can be appreciated on so many levels. Set in Ireland, the nature writing is stunning, especially about birds, but also because the author grew up in Derry, a major site of “the troubles.” I learned so much about that traumatic time. She writes beautifully about trauma and loss and the inability to face history, the clashes between religions and cultures and even the loss of language. At the same time she is honest about her personal struggles, including alcoholism, and all the work she has done, continues to do, to heal.

A good reading month indeed!

An Invitation

What books started your year of reading? I would love to know.

Senior Moments

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January 30, 2024

People my age often use the words “senior moments” to describe a lapse of memory or moment of confusion. Who hasn’t walked into a room and then wondered about the intention? Sometimes the most familiar of names escape me. More and more my husband and I supply missing pieces for one another. I know the first name of someone in our history, and he remembers the last name. He can describe a movie or a book, but I know the title. Senior Moments! We laugh and are grateful once again for each other’s presence.

It’s important to acknowledge and be aware of those moments, for sometimes these moments are a sign of something more serious. Knowing the difference is not always easy, and we need to stay alert. When I make a mistake, substituting an incorrect name or word or phrase, it seems important to say, “Whoops, I should have said…,” or at the very least “Where did that come from?” or “I’ll call you at 2 in the morning when the word comes to me.” Some people have a hard time, however, saying, “I’m sorry.” Period. Some people have not practiced that skill or nicety over the years, but that is a whole other topic. And some people are not even aware that they have used words incorrectly or aren’t making sense. I digress. Another senior moment?

Allow me to suggest other kinds of senior moments. The gift of senior moments.

  • Pausing to notice another new blossom on the mini-daffodil plant on the dining room table.
  • Focusing on doing one thing at a time, instead of trying to multi-task.
  • Letting go of past hurts and past expectations.
  • Honoring my being as much as and maybe even more than my doing.
  • Giving thanks for the many gifts in my life. And oh, there are so many!
  • Asking myself “What is possible now?” and “How do I want and need to use my energy and time right now?
  • Choosing to read another chapter in the mystery I’m currently reading, instead of cleaning the bathroom. (I hasten to add I did clean the bathroom later that morning.)
  • Allowing a memory to nurture my day. I just had this flash of seeing our grandkids walking down the block towards our house at the end of the school day when they were in elementary school. Pete is now a sophomore in high school and Maren is a junior in college. How glad I am we moved here when we did!
  • Diverting myself from my “plan for the day” and responding to a pleasing invitation.
  • Opening my heart to the losses I feel, instead of denying them.
  • Nurturing my contemplative side, spending more time in reflection and prayer.
  • Appreciating this time of my life for the growth it offers me.

How sad I am when I hear someone say, “I hate getting old.” First of all, I try to be very careful about using the word “hate.” and don’t use it nonchalantly. I realize that so far my aging has been easy, compared to many others in my life. I have a privileged life. I repeat, I have a privileged life.

I know there will be harder days ahead, but hating old age negates all the gifts of the previous days and years. Isn’t there a difference between accepting and hating? Between honoring what has led me to this time and hating? Between holding tenderly these present days and the days to come and hating? Between feeling and saying something is hard and hating it?

I appreciate what Maggie Smith says in her book, Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity and Change.

I thought that what I was living was the whole story, but it was only a chapter.

p. 2

I’m in my senior moment chapter, and I intend to live it in the best way possible. May it be so.

An Invitation

What “senior moments” are you noticing? I would love to know.

One More Thing

On Sunday, January 24, an essay I wrote, “Living with a Sacred Object, The Humble Harvest Table,” was published in Christine Valters Paintner’s Abbey of the Arts. I hope you will read it and let me know what you think. Here’s the link: https://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2024/01/24/monk-in-the-world-guest-post-nancy-l-agneberg-4/

Monk in the World Guest Post: Nancy L. Agneberg

Book Report: The English Experience by Julie Schumacher

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January 25, 2024

We deserve some lightness, some humor. Right?

I finished reading each of the books I received for Christmas.

  • The Comfort of Crows, A Backyard Year by Margaret Renkl
  • Absolution by Alice McDermott
  • The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride
  • A Song Over Miskwaa Rapids by Linda Legarde Grover
  • The Wildest Sun, A Novel by Asha Lemmie

I read the last Maggie O’Farrell book, one of her first, I had on my shelves, My Lover’s Lover, and I even read one of the books I gave my husband, Murder Most Royal by S. J. Bennett. It was time to head to the library.

Anticipating the need to restock my shelves, I had requested a number of books and three of them were waiting for me.

  • Olga Dies Dreaming by Yacht Gonzales
  • Fault Lines by Emily Itami
  • Girl, Woman, Other by Bernadine Evisto

Plus, I noticed that one of the books I planned to request, Apeirogan by Colum McCann was on the shelves of my preferred library. I would nab that one, too, but first a stop at the Lucky Day shelf. Does your library have one of those?

Lucky Day books are new releases often with lots of holds on them. You never know what will be on that shelf, and you may just get lucky. I did, for The English Experience by Julie Schumacher (2023) was on my TBR list. Hurrah! The only catch with Lucky Day Books is that they can’t be renewed and one can only check out two Lucky Day items at a time.

No problem.

Schumacher is a faculty member in the Creative Writing Program and the Department of English at the University of Minnesota, and her novels are written with humor and warmth about life in academia. I thoroughly enjoyed two of her previous novels, Dear Committee Members (Winner of the Thurber Prize), 2014 and The Shakespeare Requirement, 2018.

This most recent book is set in England during a month-long study abroad program. Professor Fitger, who was strong-armed into leading the group at the last minute, accompanies eleven undergraduate students. One thinks he is actually going on a program in the Caribbean; another has never been away from her cat, and another disappears from the group immediately, heading to Paris. They all complain about Fitger’s requirement for weekly papers about their experiences, and we, the readers, can shake our heads at their meanderings and loose attempts to fulfill the homework. Fitger has his own problems to contend with, including his ex-wife who intends to move away, taking the dog they share. He is counting the days till he can return to his midwestern life.

A lovely change of pace book. Humorous, light-hearted, but also warm and insightful.

An Invitation

Has a book made you laugh outloud recently? I would love to know.

My Saturday Sabbath

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January 23, 2024

I begin most days in the area of the house I call the snug. An enclosed front porch is how it would be described in a real estate listing, I suppose. Not very big, but spacious enough for two comfortable reading chairs and two sets of bookshelves against the inside wall. A few months ago I rearranged the space to make room for a small desk.

Cozy. Full of light on sunny days. A welcoming space for beginning the day.

Before making the bed and getting dressed, I settle into the snug for my morning meditation and devotion time. Most days I am there an hour or so before moving forward into the rest of the day.

That was not the case this past Saturday.

My time in the snug began in its usual way by reading the day’s reflections in the two books I have selected to accompany me through the year. Joyce Rupp’s Fragments of Your Ancient Name, 365 Glimpses of the Divine for Daily Meditation and Margaret Silf’s Daily Readings with Margaret Silf. I have used the Rupp book before, and It is interesting to me to see what I underlined before and what resonates with me now. The Silf book is new to me, but I have loved other books by her and in 2023 I re-read one of her other books, Wayfaring, A Gospel Journey into Life.

Each reflection in the Rupp book is a “name” for God, a way to describe God, and on January 20 the name of God is “Joyful Journeyer.” 

...
When love accepts both ease and struggle,
When prayer includes a heart of acceptance,
...
When silence serves as a source of listening,
When dying no longer frightens or dismays,
...
Then we know how it is to engage with you
As the Joyful Journeyer on our road of life.

Each line moved me deeper into stillness, pondering those hopes within me, but also how I yearn for the hope to become truthful reality in my life.

Silf quoted Mark 3:20-21. “Jesus went home, and such a crowd collected that they could not even have a meal. When his relatives heard of this they set out to take charge of him, convinced he was out of his mind.” Silf reflected on how “the ordinary cannot tolerate for long the presence of the extraordinary,” but that isn’t what struck me about these verses. Not this time.

Instead, I focused on “Jesus went home.” First of all, how glad I was that Jesus had a home and could return there. I thought about him being welcomed. I imagined him finding comfort; the kind of comfort that comes from knowing where everything is and not having to introduce yourself or even be on your best behavior, because you know you are loved.

I thought about all the times I returned home –my parents’ home and my own homes. When we lived in our country home in Ohio, I often drove or flew home to be with my parents or our daughter and her family. How fortunate I felt to be able to do that and to know they waited for me and wanted, even needed my presence. At the same time, oh, how my heart lifted as I approached once again the driveway to our beloved Sweetwater Farm. Home.

(I arrived home, but in my case the crowd that collected were all our animals always eager to be fed!)

I opened my Bible to see if I had ever underlined these verses, and I had not, but I noticed a difference in the word choice and translation. In the version Silf quotes, the word “relatives” is used, but in the New Revised Standard Version, which I read, the word is “family.” That feels so different to me. A change in intimacy and even acceptance. A difference perhaps in the way we know and see one another. I will think about that more.

I spent some time musing on these thoughts in my journal, and by that time the streetlight was off and dawn had become day. The young mom across the street had headed off to her exercise class–at least that is my guess–and several dog walkers had strolled past our house. Most days I would blow out the candle, my first companion of the day, and move into the rest of the day.

Instead, feeling chilled, I wrapped my shawl around me and read the last chapter of another book in my meditation basket, Thin Places, A Natural History of Healing and Home by Kerri ni´Dochartaigh, a memoir by an Irish woman born in Derry, on the border of North and South of Ireland at the height of the Troubles. One parent was Catholic and the other Protestant, and terror reigned around her. Not only did I learn about how it was to live during those harrowing (a word she uses frequently) times, but I thought how what she experienced is an aspect of what I imagine those in Gaza are experiencing now.

Much of the book, however, is about place and time — all places and all times.

There is a time for everything–for sowing, planting, harvesting. A time for holding on, and a time to let go. A time for sorrow, and a time for healing. More so, there is, simply, time. There is time for it all. We still have time to step in or out –of places, of relationships, of thought processes, or our own selves. Sometimes the snow will still be here on St Brigid’s Day, and sometimes we will have a year without it coming at all. There will be years when the autumn trees seem more vibrant, more sublime, than we ever remember them being before. There will be years when we have suffered so much that we can’t pick out one season from the other, never mind one day. Days when we cannot imagine ever feeling okay again, thinking that we have taken enough of it all, enough already, enough. Then, a change in the wind, the first bluebell, the smell of snow in the sky, the moment courses on, and everything has shape-shifted–everything is okay again, more than okay, maybe, even.

p. 247

Today was my time to move slowly, deliberately. Today was my time to soak myself in stillness.

My only goal was to make the bed and get dressed by noon.

I just barely accomplished that.

An Invitation

What does your Sabbath time look like? I would love to know.

Book Report: Banned Books

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January 28, 2024

BANNED! One of my favorite books is on the banned book list in Orange County, Florida, along with another favorite Ann Patchett book, Patron Saint of Liars. You can see Ann Patchett’s response here. https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1ryx_DLK7C/?utm_campaign=wp_book_club&utm_medium=email&utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&wpisrc=nl_books

Escombia County, Florida, went even further. Their new list of BANNED books includes:

  • Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. BANNED!
  • Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie. BANNED!
  • A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. BANNED!
  • For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. BANNED!
  • The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain. BANNED!
  • Dr. Zhivago by Boris Pasternak. BANNED!

You might as well ban English teachers and classes.

Oh, also on the BANNED list is Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, but that’s obvious, isn’t it? With SEX in the title. And there are the usual suspects, books by Toni Morrison, May Angelou, and Margaret Atwood. But the list also includes National Geographic Society’s Human Body Systems. Heaven forbid that young people learn about their own bodies. And five dictionaries and The Guiness Book of World Records. Huh?

These campaigns, of course, are not about books. They are about control and fear. What to do? Well, one thing is to encourage the young people in your life to read, to be curious and explore the wonders of books, and to talk with them about what they are learning and discovering. And to share your thoughts about banning books.

Why Didn’t I Think of This?

The New York Times Book Review, Sunday, January 14, published an essay about a new phenomenon called “Reading Rhythms.” Not a book club, but “a reading party.” People gather to read –whatever they are reading at the moment–and then after an hour or so they talk about what they are reading.

I’ve long believed that gathering in groups to meditate together or to write together opens a different kind of energy from doing those activities alone. But I had not considered the power of reading in groups, although I love the calm and pleasure of sitting in the same room with loved ones when we are each reading, but what an interesting idea to do that intentionally with a group of strangers or to invite friends over to read and then talk. A cozy winter activity, but I also imagine doing this outside in the summer sitting on the shore of a favorite lake.

Stay tuned–an invitation may be forthcoming.

An Invitation

What’s your favorite BANNED book? I would love to know.

NOTE:

Read the full article about this new list of BANNED books in the Washington Post Book Club newsletter by Ron Charles. https://s2.washingtonpost.com/camp-rw/?trackId=596b1081ade4e24119acf1e6&s=65a1547e22c7b80f14d01ca7&linknum=2&linktot=90&linknum=2&linktot=90

Intention for 2024: Responding to “What Can I Do?”

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January 16, 2024

More than likely, when you gather with friends or family, politics is part of the conversation. Our fears. maybe our hopes, but more than ever, our fears. Many in my circle go through periods of abstinence from the news or at least limiting time spent reading, watching, listening to commentary about recent polls, speeches, or outrageous statements made by he “who shall not be named.”

Wait a minute, he needs to be named. Loud and clear. Our fear is that Trump will be elected again. Our fear is for the survival of democracy.

This is not time for abstinence, but it is a time to be smart about what we ingest into our hearts and minds. And it is a time TO DO.

I am writing this post the day of the Iowa cacuses. I started my day, as I generally do, in the snug, reading my daily devotions, writing in my journal, meditating and praying. I have listened to NPR while getting dressed and scrolled through my inbox, which includes articles from the Washington Post and the New York Times, along with daily newsletters from Robert Hubbell, Heather Cox Richardson, and Jessica Craven, whose opinions, expertise, and knowledge I so respect. Now here I am at my desk, planning to carry on with my regularly scheduled activities.

However, this is not a time to carry on as if nothing is happening or as if “all be well.” Sorry, Julian of Norwich. Not only is today Iowa caucus day, but it is also Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. This is a time To Do.

In a recent post (January 2, 2024) in Jessica Craven’s Chop Wood, Carry Water blog, she posted her resolutions for 2024. They include:

  • I will do everything that I am able to do to help save democracy.
  • I will spread good news relentlessly.
  • I will ask everyone I talk to if they are registered to vote, and help them register, if they aren’t.
  • I will repeat the words “A vote for a third-party candidate is a vote for Trump” everywhere I can, as loudly as I can, as often as I can.
  • I will ignore polls.
  • I will stay in the day and do what I can.

I will do what I can. That means different things for different people, but for me that means participating in letter writing and postcard campaigns. Jessica Craven’s newsletter is an excellent resource for learning about those opportunities.

This weekend I spent a couple hours preparing letters and addressing envelopes to send to 50 parents of voting-age teenagers in Arizona who may not yet be registered. I copied the basic letter and added my handwritten note, following the directions. I supplied the envelopes and postage and the time. Not a big deal from my end of things, but a potential big deal when it comes to getting out the vote. (A project of The Civics Center, https://www.thecivicscenter.org/blog/tag/Arizona)

My intention is to participate in similar campaigns. This is something I can do. And I bet you can, too. Perhaps you can participate in phonebanks or can contribute money to key campaigns, too. Do what you can.

Robert Hubbell in his January 3, 2024 post responds to a reader who says “reasonable” Republicans (or independents) can support Trump. His words reinforced for me the need “to do.”

Supporting Trump means supporting someone who attempted a coup, incited an insurrection, denied women their reproductive liberty, instituted a policy of state-sanctioned discrimination against Muslims, promised to use the presidency for political ‘retribution,’ has been found by a federal judge to have committed rape, bragged about grabbing women by the genitals, mocked a reporter with a disability, threatened to pull out of NATO, retained national security documents after he left office, associates with white supremacists–and more…

It is time to declare where we stand-for or against democracy. There is no room for hesitation, doubt, false equivalencies, whataboutism, lack of enthusiasm, disagreement, disappointment, anger, or wishful thinking. And once we declare where we stand, our task is clear. We must work tirelessly to elect Joe Biden.

I must work to elect Joe Biden, and I hope you will, too.

Three Trustworthy and Helpful Resources

Jessica Cravens, Chop Wood, Carry Water https://chopwoodcarrywaterdailyactions.substack.com

Robert Hubbell’s Today’s Edi https://roberthubbell.substack.com

Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from An American https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com

Prayerful Words

I am grateful to Steve Garnaas-Holmes for these words of inspiration.

May my love be a guiding star for others. 
May my words and deeds show forth
the reign of your mercy and justice.
With humility and generosity
may I offer the gifts you have given me.
The treasure chest of my soul I open
to you and the world.
    http://unfolding light.net

An Invitation

It is good to stay informed. It is good to lift our fears and concerns up in prayer and to pray for those who are actively engaged in saving democracy, but it is good and necessary “to do.” What will you do? I would love to know.

Book Report: Absolution by Alice McDermott

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January 11, 2024

   There were so many cocktail parties in those days. And when they were held in the afternoon we called them garden parties, but they were cocktail parties nonetheless.

   You have no idea what it was like. For us. The women I mean. The wives.

p. 3

Alice McDermott‘s exquisitely, delicately written novel Absolution opens with those two spare paragraphs. It is 1963 in Vietnam, a time in history when women were apt to think of themselves as “helpmeets.” (As I type this I wonder why the word “helpmate” is not the preferred term.) It is also a time and place in history when the men are advisors, consultants to what becomes an untenable war.

But this novel is not about the men. When I was describing this novel to a group of women my age, the discussion immediately turned to the role of men, American men, in Vietnam. Interesting. When I think about novels about Vietnam, I immediately reference The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien, who, by the way, gives a glowing endorsement on the back cover of Absolution. I don’t recall one woman in that stellar and memorable novel.

Yes, there were women in Saigon, American women, and there are stories to be told.

In this case the main characters are Charlene and Patricia, whom Charlene immediately re-christens Tricia, which is an early clue into her character. Charlene is on one hand a bully, but on the other a woman who desires to “do good.” At another time in history Charlene might have become the founder of a world-class corporation, but instead she devises a scheme to raise money to distribute baskets of treats to children in hospitals and orphanages by selling “Saigon Barbies.” She enlists Tricia to help her, and newlywed Tricia, new to life in Saigon, blends passively into Charlene’s realm.

The story is told retrospectively by a much older Tricia in correspondence with Charlene’s daughter Rainey. Absolution is the act of forgiving someone for having done something wrong or sinful, and one feels that in the telling of the story so many years later. McDermott reminds us in this story that we are each more than one thing. We are a collection of complexities. Even our urges to “do good,” on wartime or personal scales, are knotty and often grow out of lack of understanding a culture or context.

Over the years I’ve enjoyed other books by McDermott, such as Charming Billy, At Weddings and Wakes, and A Bigamist’s Daughter, but this book demanded more from me. More attention. More honor. More presence. More reflection. I loved this book.

An Invitation

Can you think of a book that enlarged your perspective? I would love to know.

Crossing the Threshold from 2023 to 2024

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January 9, 2024

December
January

Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a 13th month in the year? One between December and January. A transition month in which to bring a close to tasks related to the previous year along with time to move into the new year. A month that is not attached to either year. A threshold month.

This past weekend I accomplished one of those threshold tasks. I defrocked the house of its Christmas glow, cleaned, and renewed it for these winter months. Major!

December
January

Earlier in the week I re-read my 2023 journals, which is always a beginning of the year ritual. I wrote thank you notes, but have yet to go through the Christmas cards to change addresses, where necessary, and I am sure there are follow-up notes I will want to send after re-reading the letters.

I moved into my new weekly planner and also a new book journal and cleared off my bulletin board, but I haven’t cleaned out any drawers yet, even though my sock drawer is a mess and the kitchen drawers feel cluttered and unorganized. How many jars of outdated spices need to be tossed?

December
January

I have had my first 2024 appointment with my spiritual director and have met with some of my directees, but I have not yet prepared the content for all of the January sessions of the writing group I facilitate. I prefer to be prepared at least a month in advance. Oh well.

I’ve made a list of people I would like to see soon, but have not yet made any dates. Nor have I made a necessary dermatology appointment, but I did have my annual physical in December. Check that off the list!

Well, you get the idea, and you probably have your own tasks that signal the end of one year and the beginning of the next.

I understand how rare it is to have complete closure before a new stage begins. The journey is continuous. Even as we grieve the loss of someone or something in our lives, we peek around the corner to an opening, a beginning, a suggestion, an idea, an entry, a new place on the labyrinth.

December
January

You may recall that my contemplative companion during Advent and Christmas was one of the Wise Men. (See my December 5, 2023 and December 12, 2023 posts) The Wise Men prompt me to think about the gifts I can bring to the world, but they also remind me about the gift of the journey itself.

Wise one,
  you who have come far, ...

Do not cease following that star,
  whose light you have seen at his rising. ...

You will kneel in unfamiliar places,
   you will uncover gifts.

And you will continue to journey, to search,
   to look with love-lit vision.

Under that star
   there will always be home,

always another road,
   and you will never travel alone.
       Steve Garnaas-Holmes, www.unfoldinglight.net


And so I continue to move from 2023 to 2024. One step, one task at a time. One day at a time, and I know I do not travel alone.

One More Thought: My Word of the Year

Last year my word of the year was “beloved,” and oh, how that nurtured me, and I hope enabled me to nurture others. For awhile I thought my word for 2024 would be “dwell,” but I now think it is a pair of words.

           Unfold/Enfold

Stay tuned to read how that knowing unfolds.

To learn more about discovering a word for the year, read https://wordpress.com/post/livingonlifeslabyrinth.com/1593

An Invitation

What has your entry into 2024 been like? I would love to know.

Book Report: Christmas Gift Books and Last Books of 2023

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January 4, 2024

Between Christmas and New Year’s I moved into my 2024 Book Journal, and I am ready to record each book I read in the coming year plus begin new TBR lists. Actually, in the last couple days I have recorded the first two books read this year (to be shared later this month) and have added four TBR titles: The Department of Rare Books and Special Collections by Eva Jurezyk, suggested by a friend; and three titles recommended by Ann Patchett, Girl Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo, Her First American by Lore Segal, and The Wife by Meg Wolitzer. The titles recommended by Ann Patchett were all published several years ago–part of her weekly “new to me” initiative.

On the first pages of my new book journal I list all the books I read in 2023: 107 novels and 38 nonfiction books. In 2022 I read 150 books, so this year’s 145 falls a bit short of that, but who’s counting. Truly, it was another year of great reading.

I also included in my new book journal the compiled list of books I have not yet read from my 2023 TBR. I hope to read them this year. There are 32 fiction and nine nonfiction books on that list. And finally, I included a list of books I acquired during the past year and have not yet read. (Nine books) I am not going to tell you how many books I acquired during the year. Some of those books were gifts and others I found in Little Free Libraries, but let’s say I helped the financial status of a number of independent bookstores.

Christmas Gift Books

Friends and family are often reluctant to give me a book, because I read so much and may have already read what they give me. This Christmas my husband asked for a list of books I would like to read, and off he went to Next Chapter Books where he bought me A Song Over Miskwaa Rapids by Linda LeGarde Grover, The Wildest Sun by Asha Lemmie, The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride, and The Comfort of Crows by Margaret Renkl. Plus, a friend took a risk and sent me Absolution by Alice McDermott, which I am reading and loving now. Stay tuned in the coming weeks for my reviews.

Last Books of 2023

Early in December I lamented that I had only read three books so far, but my pace did pick up. I ended up reading four more books in December, plus finishing my year-long devotional reading. You Are the Beloved by Henri Bowen, compiled and edited by Gabrielle Earnshaw. That book was a gift from a friend and has been a treasured companion this past year.

I also read two mysteries by Anthony Horowitz, which I thoroughly enjoyed, The Sentence is Death and Moonflower Murders. Perhaps you’ve read Magpie Murders or watched the tv series on PBS. Finally, I read two earlier books by Maggie O’Farrell–her debut novel published in 2000, After You’d Gone and The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, published in 2006. At first the debut novel felt overwritten, but I am glad I continued reading it and actually liked it better than the later book, which, although the story was compelling, there were missing pieces, I thought. Still O’Farrell is an amazing writer, whose Hamnet and The Marriage Portrait I hope to re-read. She has written ten books (one of the 10 is nonfiction, I Am, I Am, I Am) and I have now read eight of them. I own one of the remaining, My Lover’s Lover and will also read The Distance Between Us–soon, I hope.

Reading Intentions

I certainly don’t have an intentions about number of books to read or about spending more time reading, but I would like to hold my TBR lists a bit more lightly–to think of them as suggestions, rather than To Do lists. Also, I would like to balance my reading more between new releases (I am attracted to the glittering new books!) and older books, including the backlists of favorite or new to me authors.

My last year’s intentions, which I plan to continue, include:

  • Read more carefully.
  • Continue to use the library.
  • Re-read favorite books. Out of the 145 books read in 2023, only 12 of those were ones I had read before.
  • Keep closer track of where and from whom I get recommendations.
  • Continue the process of letting go of books.

An Invitation

Any book and reading intentions for 2024? I would love to know.

New Year’s Reflections

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January 2, 2024

At the beginning of each new year, I read my journals from the year just past. What were the highlights? The gifts? How well were intentions met or were they discarded? What themes evolved during the year? And what losses were encountered along the way?

At the beginning of 2023, I was trying to shed a lingering cold, not COVID, but a cold that zapped energy and enthusiasm. I was also feeling deeply the loss of a dear friend who had died at the beginning of December. On that first day in January, 2023, I remembered how we entered 2020 totally oblivious to the pandemic about to strike our lives, and I wrote, “What losses will this year bring, for there will be some. How close to my heart will they be? How major will they be in the way I live my life? Or will I be the loss?”

Typically, I’ve entered the new year with energy for new beginnings, new projects, and eagerness to meet new or continued goals, but in recent years I’ve learned to hold expectations more lightly. Perhaps I am learning how to hold life more lightly, too. And more gratefully.

What does this have to do with the photograph of the tree on our boulevard? Well, one morning right after Christmas, I settled into the snug for morning devotions and when daylight appeared I was stunned to see the trunk of this tree and 13 others on our block wrapped in bright green rings. Soon these diseased trees will be removed. The grief has begun.

I think I am grateful, or at least I am trying to be, that we will lose these trees during the bareness of winter. Perhaps the absence of these trees during the non-leafy, non-green months will help us accept the starkness, the lack of branches arching over the street and the sidewalk. I don’t know when the tree removal people will set to work on our block, but I’m trying to use this time to prepare my heart and soul for this loss–as well as other losses, known and unknown, to come.

How do I prepare?

My day begins in stillness, in silence. These winter days it begins in the dark, as I watch the light begin to make its appearance. I whisper my first prayers of the day. “Thank you for the rest of the night. Thank you for the promise of a new day. Thank you for your presence. May I be aware of your presence in all I do and all I am. May my loved ones be aware of your presence. May all who know the losses that life brings know your presence.”

I read the day’s selection from books I have chosen to accompany the year’s pilgrimage. This year I have chosen Daily Readings with Margaret Silf, along with a book I have read before, Fragments of Your Ancient Name, 365 Glimpses of the Divine for Daily Meditation by Joyce Rupp.

A new year and another mile of the journey. Three hundred and sixty-five new chances to watch the sun rise on God’s surprises along the way. Three hundred and sixty-five windows of opportunity through which to glimpse the face of God in the rock face of everyday life.

Margaret Silf, p. 3

Your intimate presence startles my soul…

I ask for the simplest of gifts from you…

The blessing of communicating with you.

Joyce Rupp, January 1

Even as I grieve losses of the past, as well as losses tender and new, and feel the flicker of losses yet to be, the amaryllis in the snug reminds me we are each living and dying at the same time. And we are each beloved.

May this new year bring you many blessings. Happy New Year!

An Invitation

What are you bringing into the new year? I would love to know.