Here is a picture of the cenzontle bird that fascinates Sara, the one that sings the scale backward.
And here is the maguey cactus that she lines her path with:
And the jacaranda she loves:
Friday, October 27, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
FAVORITE DESCRIPTION?
Did anyone have a favorite or especially telling description/passage from the book?
I thought it was touching and significant how the villagers' take on the Evertons, who resemble us more than the villagers, shed so much light on their quiet lifestyle:
"Lourdes says the senor and senora read their separate books, then stare out the window for ten minutes at a time."
And this was magnificent as a description of their home, or any home: "After the bishop left, they would return to their house, light their lamps, light their fire, and in this way reduce the world, spiritual and temporal, to a bright square space between four whitewashed walls."
The author is a master of domestic comfort. But I'd also like to hear her elaborate on this description from the chapter "The Baptists": "... a wanton girl, barefoot and merry, drifting on tides of perfumed air from sacrilege to sacrilege." (That's how I imagine the author as a young woman!)
I thought it was touching and significant how the villagers' take on the Evertons, who resemble us more than the villagers, shed so much light on their quiet lifestyle:
"Lourdes says the senor and senora read their separate books, then stare out the window for ten minutes at a time."
And this was magnificent as a description of their home, or any home: "After the bishop left, they would return to their house, light their lamps, light their fire, and in this way reduce the world, spiritual and temporal, to a bright square space between four whitewashed walls."
The author is a master of domestic comfort. But I'd also like to hear her elaborate on this description from the chapter "The Baptists": "... a wanton girl, barefoot and merry, drifting on tides of perfumed air from sacrilege to sacrilege." (That's how I imagine the author as a young woman!)
GREAT DESIGN
I mentioned before that Doerr's writing seemed more like painting to me than linear narrative — and not just because the big-picture is always informing the details, but because she's a great designer, because she uses careful details to inform the big picture. It's sort of how like Woody Allen's films are visually thought out to the very last detail, like how in "Alice" all the colors are autumnal and imperceptibly build a very certain mood. Or how in the film "Trafffic" all the scenes in Mexico are lit differently. You know you are in Mexico now just because of the light. Doerr's chapter "Christmas Messages" is a good example of this. She writes:
"It began like any other winter day, with the oyster light of dawn ..."
We learn at the end of the chapter that that day would be the first day of snow in 60 years. But she doesn't begin with that dramatic statement. She ends with it. She builds to it:
"..beyond numb December fields ... the eastern light, turned opal by now..." (the light falls on the Evertons' faces ... Doerr sees them like a painter would)
a man's shirt "drying on a cactus under the wan sun."
of winter: "they knew all its dusks and daybreaks"
"Sara believed that the landscape, by its own force, had arrested time."
"at least util a later day, which might dawn warmer, with a yellower sun, and enough light to cast the shadow of a tree."
"Since four o'clock a heavy gray ceiling has strung itself from hilltop to hilltop ..."
And they lay abed that day, while the clouds gathered and the village drama went on around them. Doerr's way of saying they made love is so exquisite: " The Evertons had gone back to bed after the visit of Luis ... The wool robe and pajamas were slipping inch by inch from the foot of the bed to the floor... One hour later they were still in bed, and when Luis returned to knock on the door a second time there was some delay before they answered."
And then the sky falls out and the snow that has been coming all day comes.
(Doerr is fantastic)
"It began like any other winter day, with the oyster light of dawn ..."
We learn at the end of the chapter that that day would be the first day of snow in 60 years. But she doesn't begin with that dramatic statement. She ends with it. She builds to it:
"..beyond numb December fields ... the eastern light, turned opal by now..." (the light falls on the Evertons' faces ... Doerr sees them like a painter would)
a man's shirt "drying on a cactus under the wan sun."
of winter: "they knew all its dusks and daybreaks"
"Sara believed that the landscape, by its own force, had arrested time."
"at least util a later day, which might dawn warmer, with a yellower sun, and enough light to cast the shadow of a tree."
"Since four o'clock a heavy gray ceiling has strung itself from hilltop to hilltop ..."
And they lay abed that day, while the clouds gathered and the village drama went on around them. Doerr's way of saying they made love is so exquisite: " The Evertons had gone back to bed after the visit of Luis ... The wool robe and pajamas were slipping inch by inch from the foot of the bed to the floor... One hour later they were still in bed, and when Luis returned to knock on the door a second time there was some delay before they answered."
And then the sky falls out and the snow that has been coming all day comes.
(Doerr is fantastic)
"Where youth grows pale, and specter-thin, and dies" — Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
Did anyone else feel that Sara and Richard were sort of thinly drawn? I can't help but think this was intentional, to make them seem more wraithlike in their foreign home and in Richard's coming death. (I looked up "wraith" in my dictionary to make sure I was using it properly, and it said, "the exact likeness of a living person seen usually just before death as an apparition.") I think Sara even felt like a wraith at times — thus her admonition to "Bring stones," i.e., something to weigh down the existence that was here, to give it substance, permanence, memory. I think that's a beautiful effect, but sometimes I wanted more of these characters, to have a more material feel for them, to get inside their emotional shell. Do you think, though, that that would have destroyed the specter-thin atmosphere of the novel?
Friday, October 20, 2006
AN ENTHUSIASTIC ASIDE FOR CL
I am hooked on this book, cl. Thanks for introducing me to Ira Levin! (Have you read any Patricia Highsmith?)
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
"Stones for Ibarra" -- initial impressions
Lovely choice, Ben. The anti- "Ugly American."
Jumping from their journey to foreshadowing Richard's death was initially jarring, but I settled into the story.
The stories about the villagers -- Basilico Garcia, the doctor's suicide -- at times were more interesting than Sara and Richard's storyline.
For an anti-Christian tale ("better heretics than Baptists" -- hehe), the villagers blew past a number of the Ten Commandments. Was that intentional, or just the makeup of human behavior?
I want a green parrot that says, "Vamanos!"
And did anyone think this was odd in the chapter "Kid Munoz" (sorry, can't find tilda): Sara dances with a miner, and it follows: "This is how she met Basilico Garcia."
Did you expect further interaction between those two?
Hope I'm not rushing Ben or anyone else. I've got to post some questions before the story starts leaking out of my memory -- albeit this one's memorable.
Jumping from their journey to foreshadowing Richard's death was initially jarring, but I settled into the story.
The stories about the villagers -- Basilico Garcia, the doctor's suicide -- at times were more interesting than Sara and Richard's storyline.
For an anti-Christian tale ("better heretics than Baptists" -- hehe), the villagers blew past a number of the Ten Commandments. Was that intentional, or just the makeup of human behavior?
I want a green parrot that says, "Vamanos!"
And did anyone think this was odd in the chapter "Kid Munoz" (sorry, can't find tilda): Sara dances with a miner, and it follows: "This is how she met Basilico Garcia."
Did you expect further interaction between those two?
Hope I'm not rushing Ben or anyone else. I've got to post some questions before the story starts leaking out of my memory -- albeit this one's memorable.
Monday, October 16, 2006
November book pick
Hi, everybody. I have wavered on everything from another children's book to Agatha Christie, but am going to stick with my first idea: A Kiss before Dying, by Ira Levin.
The novel won an Edgar Award in 1954 for best first novel. The author also wrote The Boys from Brazil and, of course, The Stepford Wives.
I read it a long time ago and am looking forward to reading it again and having somebody to talk about it with. I would warn you now not to do any research on it because there would be so many spoilers to the story.
(Anyway, now I need to finish Ben's pick!)
The novel won an Edgar Award in 1954 for best first novel. The author also wrote The Boys from Brazil and, of course, The Stepford Wives.
I read it a long time ago and am looking forward to reading it again and having somebody to talk about it with. I would warn you now not to do any research on it because there would be so many spoilers to the story.
(Anyway, now I need to finish Ben's pick!)
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Progress report
The plan was to begin discussing Stones for Ibarra on October 15. How is everyone progressing? I'm behind, and will probably finish a little late. Should we set a new date, or are you all going to be done by the fifteenth?
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