Othello

I decided, since we own the BBC version of this, to attack this play differently than I read Shakespeare last year. I am happy to report that not only did I actually get it this time, I even actually enjoyed it (as much as one can enjoy a Shakespearean tragedy).

Thoughts:
On the movie: the costumes were horrible, and watching Anthony Hopkins in blackface was a bit odd and uncomfortable. That said, the acting was superb. Hopkins does crazy violent, jealous rages excellently.

Othello isn’t a very sympathetic tragic hero. Then again, I’m not sure tragic heroes are supposed to be sympathetic. His tragic “flaw”, if you can call it that, is that he wants to know too much and is willing to listen to (very lousy, superficial) anything to believe what he wants to believe.

Iago is a racist, and an ambitious man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He’s also a butt-kissing ass. No, I didn’t like him either. (Though Bob Hoskins performance made me laugh on occasion.)

Desdemona is a victim of the fact that men will always believe other men rather than listen to the sense women talk.

It has one of the more pathetic endings of any Shakespeare play. Save Romeo and Juliet. I think their end is even more pathetic.

I have no tolerance for pathetic characters. (If you haven’t noticed.)

I think there are some interesting things to say about race, stereotypes (both racial and about women and men), jealousy, ambition, curiosity, and jumping to conclusions.

At this rate — one a year (though maybe we can call it two a year, since we saw Much Ado About Nothing last week… and thought that the local company did a fine job with it. We had a very spirited discussion about Claudio and Hero afterward.) — it’ll take me 35 more years to get through all of Shakespeare’s plays…

2008 Challenge #3: Once Upon a Time II

Aside from a little flub with The Other Boleyn Girl, I really enjoyed my list this year. I think that was a change from last year….

I read:
Swordspoint, by Ellen Kushner
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Into the Wild, by Sarah Beth Durst
The Crystal Cave, The Hollow Hills, The Last Enchantment, by Mary Stewart
Battle of the Labyrinth, Rick Riordan

I can’t believe I managed 7 books for this challenge. But then, I love fantasy and all things fairie… so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.

Thanks Carl! I look forward to doing this again next year!

Weekly Geek Photo Montage

This week’s Weekly Geek:

Decide what to illustrate and start taking photos: Most of you are book bloggers, so you may want to post photos of your favorite reading spot, your TBR pile(s), your local book store, your favorite librarian, your child reading, etc. You may want to post several photos of a certain topic (like all nine of your kids reading!) or a mixed bag of photos that are unrelated except that they’re bookish. Or you may want to post just one photo, it’s up to you. If you have a different type of blog, post photos of whatever you think is suitable.

I figured since I talk about them all the time, I’d probably do best to show you some pictures of my kids (as well as one of our favorite things around town.)

Down by the Arkansas (they call it Ar-KANSAS here, not AR-kan-saw like everyone else in the country, much to my irritation) River they have a really great park. We love the playground, but the absolute best thing — especially on a sunny, hot, summer day — is the fountains. The girls wanted to get out the pool, but because the ground was soaked from all the rain, I said no. I didn’t want to pay to go to a public pool, and so I suggested the fountains. The girls loved the idea, and we spent an hour and a half running through the fountains and playing on the playground. We would have stayed longer… but M had to go to “work” at the library (she’s volunteering there for the summer), so we had to come home.


M in the center fountain…

A enjoying one of the side fountains.

C brought a friend along….

It took K a while to warm up to the idea of the fountains. At first all she wanted to do was run around…

But eventually, M talked her into getting a little wet.


Everyone had a blast. πŸ™‚
For more Weekly Geek kids, check out Jackie’s very cute son. (Almost makes me wish I had a boy. But not quite.)

And… I’m Done (phew)

First the final stats:

I read for 20 1/2 hours over two days, mostly on Saturday. I did have a goal to reach 20 hours, and I made that, and for that I’m glad.

I read five books — the mysterious edge of the heroic world, The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, The King of Attolia and The Fall of the Kings — for a total of 1,732 pages. Not as much as I thought I could get through. But then, my ideas are often bigger than my abilities.

Things I learned while doing this:

  • It’s hard to do this with young kids. Say under 5. Even with a very supportive husband.
  • While I love to read, it is not all I love to do. I love to cook, garden, play with my kids, watch TV on occasion, blog, and basically putter around the house. I missed doing all that while I was devoting myself to reading.
  • Additionally, I came to realize that if I’m going to read all day, it’s because the book has my attention and not because I want to rack up hours.
  • When I read, normally, I like to finish a book, put it down, think about it for a while, write a blog review (and think about that for a while), do something else for the afternoon/evening, and start a book fresh. I felt like by the time I got to the third and fourth and especially fifth books, I was muddle-headed, and not only was I not enjoying the books as much, but I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say about them.
  • I don’t do well on a lack of sleep. (Meaning less than 8 hours a night!)
  • I’m a slow reader, comparatively. I like to savor the words (funny, coming from someone who’s not known for her love of words in and of themselves) and savor the story. It’s hard to do that when you’re going for time and pages read. And I admit that I kind of felt bad that I wasn’t a faster reader.

Even though I’m not sure I actually enjoyed all my 48 hours, I’m glad I did this. At least I found out that it’s not something I’d want to do on any sort of regular basis. And that I need to wait a few years until my youngest girls are older. Things I didn’t know before. (Or if I did, wouldn’t admit to myself.)

I’ve been trying to come up with a witty ending, but I’m still muddled. I need a nap.

The Fall of the Kings

I have to admit this up front: I was burned out when I read this book. Burned out on fantasy, burned out on reading so much in a row, burned out from lack of sleep (and activity). So, that may have affected what I thought of it.

Because I thought it was dull, boring, poorly written, with uninteresting characters and plot. It didn’t get truly interesting until the last 100 pages, and even then, I was dissatisfied with the ending.

Set 60 years after Swordspoint, The Fall of Kings deals with a noble and a scholar who are lovers, but also a scholar who comes to think he’s a wizard from the ancient ages and his lover is the new King of the Land. It has shadows of Arthurian legend, but done somewhat clumsily. I was bored with the history, I was bored with the myth (told you I tended to skip those parts…), I was bored with the machinations of the main characters.

I think what I really missed was the sword fighting. And the chess game of the first novel. I was dissatisfied with the ending, but at least I enjoyed the journey. That’s much better than loathing the journey and being mildly interested in the ending.

The King of Attolia

M and I were talking about the Attolia series (or whatever the name of this trilogy is) to Hubby over lunch today, and it occurred to me that not only are they kind of difficult to explain, they actually end up sounding a lot lamer than they really are.

So, I got to thinking (after I finished the third book) why did I love these so much? It’s the writing: Turner is a superb storyteller, creating worlds and characters with as good a talent as Robin McKinley or Shannon Hale. But, I realized (especially after finishing the third book), that it was also because of Gen. He’s a wonderful hero — the true anti-hero, someone who is but doesn’t want to be — but he’s also the bad boy, the thief, the one who can’t be tamed. Which makes him infinitely alluring.

After being moody for all of the second book, Gen is back in almost as good of form as he was in The Thief. The only reason it’s not as good is because Gen’s, um, king and is required (for the most part) to act the role. Except the people of Attolia don’t want him there, and to be honest he doesn’t really want to be there either. Yet, he manages to rise to the occasion, with (of course) various intrigues and adventures along the way. And a myth story thrown in.

Reading these three books in quick succession made me aware of all the faults — that they’re essentially the same story three times, that Turner has some tried-and-true tricks to use. But I didn’t care. I was in love with Gen, with the world, with the story Turner was weaving.

Which is why I now want to go out and buy these three books. And it’s why — in spite of the fact that I think any reasonable person would say that this is a perfect trilogy and please leave it at that — I’m hoping that Turner doesn’t leave this world behind and will write a fourth book so she can wrap up some of the loose ends that she left hanging. Because I want to know what happens to them all.

And that’s a hallmark of a really good series. (Either that, or I’m just really tired. πŸ™‚

(Another) Update

For my records…

Since last night:
Read and blogged 3 1/2 hours.
Finished 406 more pages, which brings the total up to 869

Discovered that I like spending the day reading only if I really like the book. There’s a post there, and I’ll try to remember to write more about it tomorrow or Monday.

I also discovered it’s hard to tell girls who are used to having mom around to do things that “mom’s reading today” and not feel a little guilty at the looks on their faces. πŸ™‚

The Queen of Attolia

I’ll try to do this without giving anything away from The Thief. Though it may be hard.

As befits the middle book in a trilogy, The Queen of Attolia is a long, dark book. It begins oh, so pleasantly with Gen getting a hand cut off in punishment. While the plot doesn’t exactly go down the proverbial hill from there, that one event sets the rest of the book in motion. You can surmise the mood for yourself.

While it’s a war book, a political book — and couldn’t be otherwise, since Attolia’s queen isn’t exactly the nicest person around — it’s also a growing story, a learning story, and even a love story.

It’s not as captivating as The Thief was (I would say I was just tired, but M — who’s read all these already… sigh — agrees with me), it has it’s delightful moments, lots of thrilling adventure, as well as expert manipulation (which I saw coming, but didn’t mind). And I really loved the love story. Thought that, while it wasn’t a beautiful, soaring one, it was honest and sweet.

Just like the characters I’ve come to love.

The Thief

I have a problem with this book. More specifically, I have a problem with reviewing this book. The problem is that the ending of the book is so good, so perfect, so right, and so marvelous, and yet it’s so crucial that I not tell you what it is that I really have no idea what to write.

Gen is a thief. One that landed in the king’s prison, with no way out. Until the king’s magus — his highest advisor — decides that Gen is the person he needs, for only Gen can steal the item the magus wants. They’re off on an adventure of the highest proportions, full of daring deeds, grand myths, and wonderful wit.

I loved it, almost from page one (though it was probably more like page 7). Well-written, engaging — I even loved the stories of the gods, something I have a tendency to skip over — and winning. And, as I already said, one of the best endings I’ve read in a long time.

I can’t wait to see what happens to Gen next.

Update….


So, I’ve had a weird day. We biked to get our free donuts, and after that I settled down to read. Got an hour or so in, and then a friend called offering to drive us (Hubby has the car) to go bowling… and the girls wouldn’t let me say no. So, I spent a good 2 hours at the bowling alley getting a headache from noise and second-hand smoke and putting out jealousy and insecurity fires and chasing a 2 year old all over the place. Sigh.

I did get a good three hours in this afternoon… finished The Thief. Excellent. We’re off to dinner and Shakespeare in the park… I’ll put up the review when I get back.

So. So far:
Read 4 hours 50 minutes
Finished 2 books
For a total of 463 pages.

Pathetic.