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Wednesday Reading Meme
What I’ve Just Finished Reading
I finished Jane Langton’s The Fragile Flag, and aaaaaaaah, I really liked this book, you guys. Young Georgie (also the heroine of Langton’s The Fledgling) finds an old American flag in the attic, which gives people visions if it wraps around them; she decides to march on Washington with it, in hopes of convincing the President not to launch the Peace Missile (for which read Reagan’s Star Wars; the book was published in 1984).
Naturally the march swells to enormous size as it continues on, and George manages to meet the president in the end, etc. etc. Of course it’s escapism, but it’s really nice escapism in the current political climate. And the book is beautifully constructed, too, all the pieces of the plot (it’s more complicated than I’ve made it sound here) all come together like clockwork, and strike like midnight at just the climactic moment.
I also finished Warren Lewis’s The Splendid Century: Life in the France of Louis XIV, which I read because the Inklings book I read recently praised it (Warren Lewis is C. S. Lewis’s brother) and also because I’ve long meant to learn more about France, and indeed it is a pleasant and readable introductory work to seventeenth century France.
And, for the Unread Book Club: I reread William McCleery’s Wolf Story, which in our youth my brother and I liked so much that we importuned our father to read it multiple times. I think he got bored and started making up new twists in the story to amuse himself, although I can’t be sure because the father in the book (who is telling a story to his child in the book) also gets bored with the story he is telling and keeps trying to come up with twists to end it quickly. It’s very meta.
What I’m Reading Now
I’m slogging through Margaret Stohl’s Black Widow: Forever Red, which I am not liking nearly as much as I expected sadly. I think this is partly the fault of my own expectations - I thought this would be about Natasha’s childhood or at least give us large lumps of backstory, perhaps flashbacks!, but it really does not. But it’s also not very strongly written.
Really not feeling this one. Maybe I’ll just give it up.
I’m also working on Gary Paulsen’s The Island, which is an oddly poetic book - I mean, not odd really, or only because my main association with Paulsen is Hatchet which is more of a survival story. This one involves a lot of our hero sitting on the island, contemplating nature.
And I continue to chug along in Tolkien’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!
What I Plan to Read Next
Norah of Billabong is winging its way through the mail to me as we speak! So definitely that.
I finished Jane Langton’s The Fragile Flag, and aaaaaaaah, I really liked this book, you guys. Young Georgie (also the heroine of Langton’s The Fledgling) finds an old American flag in the attic, which gives people visions if it wraps around them; she decides to march on Washington with it, in hopes of convincing the President not to launch the Peace Missile (for which read Reagan’s Star Wars; the book was published in 1984).
Naturally the march swells to enormous size as it continues on, and George manages to meet the president in the end, etc. etc. Of course it’s escapism, but it’s really nice escapism in the current political climate. And the book is beautifully constructed, too, all the pieces of the plot (it’s more complicated than I’ve made it sound here) all come together like clockwork, and strike like midnight at just the climactic moment.
I also finished Warren Lewis’s The Splendid Century: Life in the France of Louis XIV, which I read because the Inklings book I read recently praised it (Warren Lewis is C. S. Lewis’s brother) and also because I’ve long meant to learn more about France, and indeed it is a pleasant and readable introductory work to seventeenth century France.
And, for the Unread Book Club: I reread William McCleery’s Wolf Story, which in our youth my brother and I liked so much that we importuned our father to read it multiple times. I think he got bored and started making up new twists in the story to amuse himself, although I can’t be sure because the father in the book (who is telling a story to his child in the book) also gets bored with the story he is telling and keeps trying to come up with twists to end it quickly. It’s very meta.
What I’m Reading Now
I’m slogging through Margaret Stohl’s Black Widow: Forever Red, which I am not liking nearly as much as I expected sadly. I think this is partly the fault of my own expectations - I thought this would be about Natasha’s childhood or at least give us large lumps of backstory, perhaps flashbacks!, but it really does not. But it’s also not very strongly written.
Really not feeling this one. Maybe I’ll just give it up.
I’m also working on Gary Paulsen’s The Island, which is an oddly poetic book - I mean, not odd really, or only because my main association with Paulsen is Hatchet which is more of a survival story. This one involves a lot of our hero sitting on the island, contemplating nature.
And I continue to chug along in Tolkien’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!
What I Plan to Read Next
Norah of Billabong is winging its way through the mail to me as we speak! So definitely that.
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Interestingly, my other favorite book from that year was written by Gary Paulsen - Winterdance: The Fine Madness of Running the Iditarod, which has also held up well and remains a favorite. (I wrote a review of it some years ago, if you're interested in my take.) I highly recommend that one - it's a quick read, but funny as hell, and really captures the essence of my home state in a way that many travelogues aspire to but never quite reach.
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I may get around to Winterdance eventually. I wouldn't think to call myself a Gary Paulsen fan, and yet without really meaning to I've read a lot of his books.
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Paulsen does seem to be sort of prevalent, doesn't he? He reminds me more than a little of Hemingway, in that, and in his subject matter, and in his prose style - although he tends to be less overtly misogynist, at least in the books of his I've read.
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I remember reading that in fifth grade. I found the genre-shift from The Fledgling very confusing, although in hindsight I'm not sure I should have found it any more confusing than the nuclear threat and history-changing of L'Engle's A Swiftly Tilting Planet. On the other hand, I can still remember the cover of the paperback in the school library and the glittering, militaristic hyper-patriotism of the new flag, which feels less and less like satire or parable these days. I should read it again.
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It does seem a bit odd that Georgie never even thinks about her flying adventures and her lost goose friend (STILL SAD), but I have noticed that older series of books often seem to proceed on the assumption that the readers have never read the earlier books - couldn't just order the back catalog from Amazon then, after all.
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