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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

[personal profile] littlerhymes and I finished Margaret Mahy’s The Changeover, about which I had more mixed feelings than about The Haunting. It does many of the same things just as well as The Haunting: the family relationships (here, I particularly liked Laura’s relationship with her mother Kate), the uncanny magic. But it also has a romance that I can only describe as EXTREMELY 80s (the book was published in 1984), in which school prefect Sorenson backs our heroine Laura into a wall and fondles her breast and then they joke about whether this is sexual harrassment. I think in fact it is!

My theory is that Sorry (I also just can’t with this nickname) is trying to prove that, although he is a boy witch (which is quite rare; most witches are girls), he is a normal boy in OTHER ways. But for goodness sake, Sorry, couldn’t you overcompensate in a way that is NOT groping our heroine?

Edward Prime-Stevenson’s White Cockades confirmed my impression of Prime-Stevenson’s extremely moderate gifts as a writer of fiction. Prime-Stevenson wrote the book to be as slashy as possible (he later recommended it as a book with Uranian undertones in The Intersexes, a nonfiction book about what would eventually be called homosexuality, written under a different penname), and it’s got all the ingredients - the heroes are fascinated by each other at first meeting! And one gives the other a ring! And they swear “whither thou goest, I will go!” - but somehow it doesn’t achieve the depth of emotion of, say, Anne Shirley sobbing in the window seat because someday Diana will get married.

I also read Johann Hari’s Stolen Focus: Why You Can’t Pay Attention - and How to Think Deeply Again, which to be honest I found so depressing that I struggled to finish it. This is the result of an unfortunate collision between the book’s proposed systemic changes to fix some of the reasons why many people are finding it increasingly hard to focus nowadays (very short version: web designers designed many websites to be addictive and distracting because it maximizes their profits), and my current low-key despair about the US ever getting it together to ever make any systemic changes. Or at least any good ones.

What I’m Reading Now

Frances Hodgson Burnett’s T. Tembaron has become my “book to read on my cell phone when I am in line,” which means that progress is slow but ALSO means that every time I am in line I am all “YES, it’s Tembaron time!!!”, which means the slow progress is worth it.

Tembaron has acquired a friend with amnesia AND ALSO inherited a fortune! (Likelihood that the friend with amnesia is actually the lost heir to said fortune: low, but I wouldn’t put it past Burnett!) He is now on his way to England and I am VERY curious to see how English society feels about this slangy New York street urchin with a heart of gold.

In Dracula news, Jonathan Harker has been MENACED by three SEXY LADY VAMPIRES, only to be saved by Dracula who announced to the sexy lady vampires that Jonathan Harker is HIS and then bridal carrying Harker to his room. (I’m making an assumption re: bridal carry, as Harker swooned at the psychological moment.) This book is SO much.

What I Plan to Read Next

Will I finally start reading the physical books on my TBR shelf instead of checking yet more books out from the library? I’ve been meaning to do this for months now, but I keep getting seduced by just one more library book.
osprey_archer: (books)
What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Two more Newbery Honor books this week. In Aranka Siegal’s memoir Upon the Head of the Goat: A Childhood in Hungary 1939-1944, Siegal records the unraveling of her life as the Jewish community’s plight in Hungary grew ever more desperate. Siegal is very good about recording it as she felt it at the time, rather than through the lens of hindsight: the reader knows where this is going, but the people in the book don’t, and their hope makes it a gut punch when the book ends with the family climbing onto a cattle car to Auschwitz.

Patricia Lauber’s Volcano: The Eruption and Healing of Mount St. Helens is about, well, what it says. Basically I already knew the story this book was telling (volcano erupts! Scientists amazed by the speed with which life returns to devastated area!), but it was fascinating to read about it in more detail. (In fact my only complaint about the book is that I wanted yet more detail. Tell me ALL about those lichens, Lauber!) Lovely photographs.

I also read Edward Prime-Stevenson’s Imre, which was privately printed in 1906 and one of the first novels that unambiguously portrays a gay relationship between two men that ends happily. This is an amazing resource if you’re interested in the cutting edge understanding of sexuality in the early 1900s; if you’re just looking for an entertaining novel, however, this is perhaps not the best choice, as the longest chapter of the book is a monologue by Oswald, the narrator, recounting his life story and also all his FEELINGS about homosexuality, also referred to as similisexuality and Uranianism. Two years later when EPS published a book about the topic, he called it The Intersexes. Clearly the terminology was still in formation.

After this there is a rather sweet part where the leads finally end up getting together. After Oswald’s confession Imre, who hates writing letters, suddenly starts writing Oswald every day all “I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about you” and “I can’t wait to see you again so I can tell you something I can’t write down” and so forth and so on, and Oswald is all WHAT DOES THIS MEAN…? and then decides it means that Imre’s going to confess that he’s in love with his former best friend’s wife. OSWALD MY DUDE. (But I get why he’s so hesitant to imagine that it means what it does in fact mean, because he’s had a horrible experience in his past where he confessed his love to a different BFF and the BFF was all WE MUST NEVER SPEAK AGAIN, so naturally he’s a little gun shy.)

What I’m Reading Now

The move has taken over my life! No thoughts, head empty.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have discovered an essay collection called The Mask of Fiction: Essays on William Dean Howells which apparently contains an essay detailing Howells’ “friendship with a homosexual,” which seems like a promising lead on that potentially mythical slashy Howells novel. Do I care enough to interlibrary loan the darn thing? I am sorry to say that the answer is probably yes.

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