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The Witch’s Broom Nebula, in honor of my and Mr. Boy’s embarkation on the second novel in the Harry Potter series. Mr. B. already identifies with Mr. P., as one might expect. /NASA 

The Widow of The South

I read a lot of civil war history, fiction and nonfiction, and some of them I can barely remember, even when seeing their covers again or reading about them in an article. Robert Hicks’ book will stick with you, long after you finish, particular the two major characters, but many of the supporting ones as well. Franklin certainly was one of the bloodiest, least sensible battles of the war, and it’s portrayed well here. But the real story is the aftermath and the way the survivors handled their survival. Hardcover or paper, it’s worth owning. I still pull it off the shelf from time to time to refer to it.

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!

So we stood on the quay with Sam and Merry and Pippen and watched Frodo and Bilbo sail away with Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel, at the end of The Return of the King. For Mr. Boy’s second time. And when I reached the last sentence and the trilogy we’ve been using for bedtime stories for most of the year was over, he said he wanted to start all over again with The Hobbit. Much as I love Tolkien’s melodic prose, particularly his descriptions of the landscape in the turn of the seasons, I think I may lobby for the Harry Potter series. Or, maybe not. I think I’ve finally got the names down to where I can pronounce them as J. R. R. intended. And it’s undeniable that Mr. B. gets a certain far-away dreamy look listening to these adventures that he didn’t even with Narnia and Treasure Island.

Cell: A Novel

In the apocolyptic tradition of The Stand, but tighter, less sprawling, although it also covers a lot of terrain. You’ll never put your cell phone up to your ear again with quite the same nonchalance. Lest you turn into a Phonie. Like his best books, this one grabs you in the first few pages and refuses to let go. I gave it four stars instead of five at Amazon only because of the ending, which I’d have liked to have had more of a resolution. But that’s just a quibble. It was well worth the ride.

Books vs movies

Sam and Frodo are treking across the fumes and sinks of Mordor in the last few leagues to Mt. Doom, and Mr. Boy and I are accompanying them for his second time and my, uh, sixth, I think. I am struck again by the depth of Sam’s tenderness for ring-burdened Frodo. Post-movie in my case, and recalling reading elsewhere that what little of it there was in the movie raised questions about Sam’s sexual preferences. Despite Rosie Cotton waiting at home. In the book, where it comes up every few paragraphs, it seems like brotherly affection, or perhaps kindly servant and beloved master, and the criticism seems petty. Mr. B. soaks it all up, transfixed by Tolkien’s careful descriptions of the terrain and the weather and the orc armies and the power of the eye, momentarily distracted, although it might also be the sound of my voice reading aloud. Much as I liked the movie and plan to watch it with him one of these days, I’ll put it off as long as possible, so the words continue a while longer to build pictures in his mind, pictures unconstrained by the movie images, let alone, for now, the adult preoccupations. His interest in Narnia, for instance, profound when it was on the page, diminished significantly after seeing The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. It wasn’t a bad movie. It’s just too confining.

Fallen troops

Any troop can get killed, thinks Steve, a Vietnam veteran in The Dinner Party, one of the tales in my short story collection Leaving The Alamo. So why should being killed be enough to make you a military hero? He concludes the reason is that, nowadays, fewer and fewer Americans are willing to risk a military death.

And so Our Fallen Soldier, a website by the family of a soldier with California, Texas and Oregon ties, who was killed in Iraq at age 23, makes sense. For once the rollcall of the dead is not a protest gimmick, but a true memorial to American heroes–until something better comes along. 

The Red Tent

It clearly helps to believe in G*d, and to have read the Bible, to suspend disbelief and live in this fully-realized story of Rebecca, Sarah, Rachel, and Leah, from Dinah’s viewpoint. And to have a mental imprint of the terrain of modern and ancient Israel and the rest of the Middle East. The plausible story moves over terrain lately in the news, as it always has been in the news, since before the time of the Bible. Seculars who aren’t feminists or interested in the relationships of men and women in a patriarchal society might find it unconvincing, possibly even "disgusting" as one Amazon reviewer put it, although that seems like an extreme reaction. If anything Diamant is delicate in her descriptions of daily life and love, and love wins out.