Matterhorn will not be an easy read but I think it will be worthwhile since the Viet Nam War was such an important “background” element for my high school and college years. Now I can read about it as an adult and a mother of a 25 year-old son.
Since I am a female I was never threatened with the draft but our male friends were consumed with the problem. I remember a Sat when our friend, Tom, came over to tell us he was filing as a conscientious objector so he had spent the morning with his priest to get a letter to put in his file. His parents were furious but I was happy to hear years later his they joined Tom at anti-war rallies. Their opinion had changed.
Before starting the novel I decided to read the 31 page glossary in the back of the book so I wouldn’t be flipping back and forth.
One thing that strikes me is each time he describes one of the fighting units, such as a squad, the numbers are always short and the officers were lower rank than required.
“Squad: Unit designed to consist of 13 Marines…usually it operated with about 10 or 11…A squad was designed to be led by a sergeant (three stripes)…in Vietnam, though most squads were led by corporals (two stripes) or even lance corporals (one stripe), most of whom were teenagers.”
Also, when he describes a “short-timer” and how when they know they are going home they begin to act strangely.
“At this time, in contrast to the previous months, they could entertain the hope that they were going to get through alive and unscathed, but this hope destroyed the earlier psychological numbness and fatalistic thinking of the combat infantryman that had made fear easier to deal with.”
Entering enemy territory. Here we go…page one.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Do you trust me?
I loved the slow, carefully plotted beginning of For Whom the Bell Tolls. As a reader, we are meeting Robert Jordan for the first time and it mirrors the process he must go through as he assesses the members of the small group of guerilla fighters he is joining in Spain.
Even on the first, short page we discover a lot about him as he gathers information about the bridge he is sent to blow up behind Facist lines.
Working and talking with the old man, Anselmo, we learn Jordan’s been to Spain and this area before. He is organized, observant and careful. He has the right maps and “glasses” to scope out the area around the bridge.
Anselmo, is also sizing up Jordan. Who is this guy the command has sent for such an important mission behind enemy lines?
“You had to trust the people you worked with completely or not at all, and you had to make decisions about the trusting.” Jordan thinks.
When he is briefed by his commander General Golz he is told the bridge must be blown up at a precise time before the attack begins. Not too soon before and not too late after. He has done other jobs like this for Golz before so he is comfortable with Jordan’s skills and professionalism. He trusts him.
When Jordan meets Pablo, the leader of the guerilla gang, he does not like or trust him. This is a good assessment. But Pablo is thinking the same thing. Who is this guy? Is he trying to take authority from me? He asks for Jordan’s identity papers. He is not happy with the idea of blowing up the nearby bridge because it will destroy their cover. After the bridge is destroyed they will be hunted down by the nearby troops.
Jordan is constantly being watched and tested by Pablo. Does this “Ingles” know anything practical… like horses? He quickly and skillfully inspects the small herd Pablo and his men have “collected”. “The sorrel is lame in the off hind foot…the hoof is spilt”. Jordan observes. Is there nothing this young man cannot do?
Unfortunately he is in a position where he cannot choose who he works with. He must make the best of what he has been given. He must work to earn their trust so they will do what he asks them to do. Does this include killing their “unreliable” leader, Pablo?
Even on the first, short page we discover a lot about him as he gathers information about the bridge he is sent to blow up behind Facist lines.
Working and talking with the old man, Anselmo, we learn Jordan’s been to Spain and this area before. He is organized, observant and careful. He has the right maps and “glasses” to scope out the area around the bridge.
Anselmo, is also sizing up Jordan. Who is this guy the command has sent for such an important mission behind enemy lines?
“You had to trust the people you worked with completely or not at all, and you had to make decisions about the trusting.” Jordan thinks.
When he is briefed by his commander General Golz he is told the bridge must be blown up at a precise time before the attack begins. Not too soon before and not too late after. He has done other jobs like this for Golz before so he is comfortable with Jordan’s skills and professionalism. He trusts him.
When Jordan meets Pablo, the leader of the guerilla gang, he does not like or trust him. This is a good assessment. But Pablo is thinking the same thing. Who is this guy? Is he trying to take authority from me? He asks for Jordan’s identity papers. He is not happy with the idea of blowing up the nearby bridge because it will destroy their cover. After the bridge is destroyed they will be hunted down by the nearby troops.
Jordan is constantly being watched and tested by Pablo. Does this “Ingles” know anything practical… like horses? He quickly and skillfully inspects the small herd Pablo and his men have “collected”. “The sorrel is lame in the off hind foot…the hoof is spilt”. Jordan observes. Is there nothing this young man cannot do?
Unfortunately he is in a position where he cannot choose who he works with. He must make the best of what he has been given. He must work to earn their trust so they will do what he asks them to do. Does this include killing their “unreliable” leader, Pablo?
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Willie Maugham…No writers’ block here
I envy the fact that Somerset Maugham was such a fluid and prolific writer. He seems so modern, no non-sense, just get the job done. He would take a short story and turn it into a play and if that didn’t work he would take the plot and characters from the play and turn them into another short story or novel.
He said he loved to write stories because on the page he had total control of what happens as opposed to real life.
He was a disciplined writer, blocking out the hours in the morning to write. But then he had Gerald to run his life for him. We all need a Gerald…a good wife…a person to make sure our life runs smoothly so we have time to write or create and dinner is always on the table promptly.
“It’s hard to be a writer and a gentleman” WS Maugham
Maugham did have a bad…or lazy…but I don’t think he was lazy… habit of including real people in his stories. I was surprised to learn the character Sadie Thompson from the short story Rain was based on a woman named… Sadie Thompson. You’d think he might have changed one of her names.
Maugham admits to a friend that the Marla character in Of Human Bondage is based on a young man he had known and the obsessive/destructive relationship described in the novel is something Maugham experienced years before.
His stories are all about relationships... usually marriage. Why and how they work or usually don’t work.
Maugham was an incredibly successful writer. He was Double Day's. the American publisher's, best selling author. During the 1930’s, the depression, magazine’s paid him $1.00 per word. Amazing. So why don’t we read him more today?
In the group last Friday the question was asked, who today has the celebrity and talent Maugham had in his lifetime? Any suggestions…
He said he loved to write stories because on the page he had total control of what happens as opposed to real life.
He was a disciplined writer, blocking out the hours in the morning to write. But then he had Gerald to run his life for him. We all need a Gerald…a good wife…a person to make sure our life runs smoothly so we have time to write or create and dinner is always on the table promptly.
“It’s hard to be a writer and a gentleman” WS Maugham
Maugham did have a bad…or lazy…but I don’t think he was lazy… habit of including real people in his stories. I was surprised to learn the character Sadie Thompson from the short story Rain was based on a woman named… Sadie Thompson. You’d think he might have changed one of her names.
Maugham admits to a friend that the Marla character in Of Human Bondage is based on a young man he had known and the obsessive/destructive relationship described in the novel is something Maugham experienced years before.
His stories are all about relationships... usually marriage. Why and how they work or usually don’t work.
Maugham was an incredibly successful writer. He was Double Day's. the American publisher's, best selling author. During the 1930’s, the depression, magazine’s paid him $1.00 per word. Amazing. So why don’t we read him more today?
In the group last Friday the question was asked, who today has the celebrity and talent Maugham had in his lifetime? Any suggestions…
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Melmotte: would you give this man your money?
So how should we feel about Augustus Melmotte?
When Paul Montague and Hamilton Fisker first come to Melmotte with the plan to build a railroad in America and sell shares in London, he gets it. He recognizes the “game”. He’s played it before.
“ …the appetite for such stocks as theirs, which might certainly be produced in the speculating world by a proper manipulation of the affairs.”
He appoints young men with titles and no business sense to the board. He let’s them buy shares but not sell them while the price is going up.
He takes the money from the sale of shares to rebuild a country home, entertain the Emperor of China and buy a seat in the House of Parliament.
Unfortunately he is too greedy and does too much too soon.
So why do we admire the guys who can get away with it?
Even Trollope admires the man who can pull it off:
“…but he for a few moments looking up at the bright stars. If he could be there, in one of those unknown distant worlds, with all his present intellect and none of his present burdens, he would, he thought, do better than he had done on earth. If he could even now put himself down nameless, fameless, and without possessions in some distant corner of the world, he could, he thought, do better.”
More than a human being, a life force.
When Paul Montague and Hamilton Fisker first come to Melmotte with the plan to build a railroad in America and sell shares in London, he gets it. He recognizes the “game”. He’s played it before.
“ …the appetite for such stocks as theirs, which might certainly be produced in the speculating world by a proper manipulation of the affairs.”
He appoints young men with titles and no business sense to the board. He let’s them buy shares but not sell them while the price is going up.
He takes the money from the sale of shares to rebuild a country home, entertain the Emperor of China and buy a seat in the House of Parliament.
Unfortunately he is too greedy and does too much too soon.
So why do we admire the guys who can get away with it?
Even Trollope admires the man who can pull it off:
“…but he for a few moments looking up at the bright stars. If he could be there, in one of those unknown distant worlds, with all his present intellect and none of his present burdens, he would, he thought, do better than he had done on earth. If he could even now put himself down nameless, fameless, and without possessions in some distant corner of the world, he could, he thought, do better.”
More than a human being, a life force.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Laddy Carbury, just a 19th century blogger?
After spending just a little time "researching" blogging in order to bring the Brookside Blog up to "industry standards" I've come to believe Lady Carbury was way ahead of her time. She was a blogger.
Her book "Criminal Queens" is lightly researched. It is written for mass, uncritical readers. When she asks for professional "editorial criticism" it is from her favorite collection of London's writers/editors. There's lots of professional payback going on. If you review my book and say nice things, I'll review your book and say nice things.
She would have loved Facebook.
Lady Carbury also likes to combine/confuse her social life with her professional literary contacts.
The introduction to my copy of The Way We Live Now explains that the main plot for the book was going to be exposing and satirizing the London literay scene. Perhaps Mr Trollope wasn't good at smoozing with other writer/editors. He just wasn't getting the good reviews he thought he deserved.
I'm certainly glad he decided to add the Mexican train swindle plot to the story otherwise it would have been The Way Some of Us Who Write Novels Live Now. Lacks punch...
Not sure if this blog will ever be up to "standard". It's more of a rant than a blog.
Next: Melmotte, the big wonderful, tragic "hero"??
Search engine tags: Blogging history: 19th Century Bloggers: Anthony Trollope: Lady Carbury, pioneer blogger
Her book "Criminal Queens" is lightly researched. It is written for mass, uncritical readers. When she asks for professional "editorial criticism" it is from her favorite collection of London's writers/editors. There's lots of professional payback going on. If you review my book and say nice things, I'll review your book and say nice things.
She would have loved Facebook.
Lady Carbury also likes to combine/confuse her social life with her professional literary contacts.
The introduction to my copy of The Way We Live Now explains that the main plot for the book was going to be exposing and satirizing the London literay scene. Perhaps Mr Trollope wasn't good at smoozing with other writer/editors. He just wasn't getting the good reviews he thought he deserved.
I'm certainly glad he decided to add the Mexican train swindle plot to the story otherwise it would have been The Way Some of Us Who Write Novels Live Now. Lacks punch...
Not sure if this blog will ever be up to "standard". It's more of a rant than a blog.
Next: Melmotte, the big wonderful, tragic "hero"??
Search engine tags: Blogging history: 19th Century Bloggers: Anthony Trollope: Lady Carbury, pioneer blogger
Thursday, September 16, 2010
the game's the thing
Choosing to read The Way We Live Now while fresh from The Big Short was a fortunate decision.
Trollope's Mexico railroad scandel is a lot less complicated than our recent financial meltdown but the fundamentals are the same. Greed.
"Men reconcile themselves to swindling. Though they themselves mean to be honest, dishonesty of itself is no longer odious to them. Then there comes the jealousy that others should be growing rich with the approval of all the world - and the natural aptitude to do what all the world approves."
There was not much romance in the Big Short. TWWLN is like one very long Jane Austen marriage marketplace but with "teeth". The ladies are only out for a husband who will provide the house in London and financial security. For some love is not a priority, more a luxury.
Trollope's Mexico railroad scandel is a lot less complicated than our recent financial meltdown but the fundamentals are the same. Greed.
"Men reconcile themselves to swindling. Though they themselves mean to be honest, dishonesty of itself is no longer odious to them. Then there comes the jealousy that others should be growing rich with the approval of all the world - and the natural aptitude to do what all the world approves."
There was not much romance in the Big Short. TWWLN is like one very long Jane Austen marriage marketplace but with "teeth". The ladies are only out for a husband who will provide the house in London and financial security. For some love is not a priority, more a luxury.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I want a mood organ...
Phili K. Dick comes up with some great creations in this book.
I love the mood organ. In the morning it wakes you and gives you the attitude you need to get that day going.
"If you set the surge up high enough, you'll be glad you're awake."
Don't we all need one of these?
Then there's kipple.
"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders...When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself."
The empathy box and Wilbur Mercer.
The surviving humans on earth need a way to commune with each other so they use an empathy box. By holding the handles and watching the video of Wilbur Mercer climbing his hill in the wilderness Isidore merges with the old man and others watching him on his climb. The experience includes bleeding when stones are thrown and cut Mercer's arm. Not sure how this is achieved.
"He had crossed in the usual perplexing fashion; physical merging-accompanied by mental and spitual identification - with Wilbur Mercer had reocurred. As it did for everyone who at this moment clutched the handles, either here on earth or on one of the colony planets. He experienced them, the others, incorporated the babble of their thoughts, heard in his own brain the noise of many individual existences. They- and he -cared about one thing; this fusion of their mentalities oriented their attention on the hill, the climb, the need to ascend".
Climbing the hill to the Stanford Dish will never be the same for me again. I'll be looking for Wilbur Mercer.
I love the mood organ. In the morning it wakes you and gives you the attitude you need to get that day going.
"If you set the surge up high enough, you'll be glad you're awake."
Don't we all need one of these?
Then there's kipple.
"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders...When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself."
The empathy box and Wilbur Mercer.
The surviving humans on earth need a way to commune with each other so they use an empathy box. By holding the handles and watching the video of Wilbur Mercer climbing his hill in the wilderness Isidore merges with the old man and others watching him on his climb. The experience includes bleeding when stones are thrown and cut Mercer's arm. Not sure how this is achieved.
"He had crossed in the usual perplexing fashion; physical merging-accompanied by mental and spitual identification - with Wilbur Mercer had reocurred. As it did for everyone who at this moment clutched the handles, either here on earth or on one of the colony planets. He experienced them, the others, incorporated the babble of their thoughts, heard in his own brain the noise of many individual existences. They- and he -cared about one thing; this fusion of their mentalities oriented their attention on the hill, the climb, the need to ascend".
Climbing the hill to the Stanford Dish will never be the same for me again. I'll be looking for Wilbur Mercer.
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