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Saturday, 18 July 2009

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    The Adventures of Pinocchio (Oxford World's Classics)
    By Carlo Collodi
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    the Adventures of Pinocchio

    Written by: Carlo Collodi
    Reviewed by: Mish

    If you were made of wood and wanted to become real, would you behave and go to school every day or would you misbehave and play truant? Carlo Collodi’s the Adventures of Pinocchio is a children’s book about just that. In the episodic fable, the Fairy with Azure Hair tells an animated marionette named Pinocchio that his wish of becoming a real boy will be granted if he’s good. However, he’s more interested in playing and lazing around than learning his letters and figures. Misadventures such as being thrown in jail and becoming a donkey occur because Pinocchio fails to heed the warnings of characters he meets along the way, like the Talking Cricket who cautions:

    “Woe to boys who refuse to obey their parents and run away from home! They will never be happy in this world, and when they are older they will be very sorry for it.”

    Despite his faults, the compassionate Pinocchio loves the Fairy with Azure Hair as a mother and his father who created him, the woodcarver Geppetto. Pinocchio’s saving graces are that he tries to be good and helps others.

    Awhile back there was a discussion on digital books vs paper books. Deciding to finally test out the digital concept with my palm pilot, I figured it couldn’t get much easier than reading Carol Della Chiesa’s translation of the Adventures of Pinocchio. I probably wouldn’t have read it otherwise, but liked it well enough. With its simple language and basic plot, the children’s classic can be read in two or three sittings.

    The first half of this classic literature was originally printed in a weekly children’s paper in 1881 and ran for two years. The episodes were later compiled and published as Le Avventure di Pinocchio in 1883. Notably, Collodi was one of the first writers of children’s literature, which was a new concept at the time. The book’s translation into English in 1892 made the Florentine author famous, after he passed away.

    The book that Disney adapted into an animated film in 1940 was originally intended for adults. Under the pseudonym of Carlo Collodi, Carlo Lorenzini commented on the strict and formal society in which he lived. The noble class were the puppet masters and everyone was expected to perform and behave. Deemed too serious and macabre for young readers, the original ending where Pinocchio is hanged for his misbehavior was changed to a happily ever after.

    “Even as children, we must accustom ourselves to eat of everything, for we never know what life may hold in store for us!” ~Geppetto

    I hope others will share some reviews and feel like I'm flooding the forum so here are other reviews I've written but haven't posted here: Oscar Wilde's plays Lady Windermere's Fan and Salome, Alison Bechdel's comic Split-Level Dykes to Watch Out For, and Robert Asprin's funny fantasy Myth Conceptions.

    Tag, you're it.

Friday, 10 July 2009

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    THE WOMAN IN WHITE
    By Wilkie Collins
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    the Moonstone and the Woman in White

    Written by: Wilkie Collins
    Reviewed by: Mish

    Written in 1859 and 1868, the Woman in White and the Moonstone by Wilkie Collins are considered to be among the first English detective novels and the forerunners for modern mystery and suspense. Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes didn’t appear until about twenty years later. Collins used many of the devices that are still characteristic of modern mysteries: red herrings, multiple suspects, a professional detective, bungling policemen, sleuthing techniques, a large manor, and as the Moonstone’s Betteredge would say, amateurs with “detective-fever”.

    In the Woman in White, Walter Hartright is employed as an art instructor for two young women. He falls in love with Laura Fairlie, who is engaged to another whose only interest lies in her fortune. Stripped of her identity and some of her sanity, Laura is rescued by Walter and her half-sister, Marion Halcombe. Together they work to uncover the fraudulent plot and untangle the dark secret of the ghostly woman who keeps appearing.

    In the Moonstone, Rachel Verinder is bequeathed a large Indian diamond from her uncle on her eighteenth birthday. Excited by her inheritance, Rachel wears the diamond for the celebration’s guests to see, including three Indian jugglers who came calling. The following morning, it’s discovered that the Moonstone was stolen. Fingers point in different directions, but the question remains, whodunnit? No, it wasn’t the butler with the pipe in the library.

    As Collins states in the Woman in White’s preamble, both stories are “told by more than one pen, as the story of an offence against the laws is told in Court by more than one witness”. In the Moonstone, the loyal and proper Gabriel Betteredge describes his employer and her daughter as a rare breed among women because they’re sensible and competent. According to Miss Clack, her cousins’ souls need saving and she’s more interested in recalling her attempts to aid them in that venture than shedding light on the situation at hand. Whereas the recollections of Betteredge and Clack are casual and humorous, the reports of the family’s lawyer and the detective are strictly business. Also drawing on his legal training, characters’ letters, diary entries, and reports tell of what was seen and experienced first hand and each narrator picks up where the other left off. Collins’s multi-narration, epistolary method makes the mysteries move quickly while giving a three dimensional view of everyone involved.

    Under the guise of sensation novels, Collins comments on England’s Victorian society. He shows how easy it was for women to be financially taken advantage of and used. The notions that one sex and class was better than the other is very apparent. Whether a wealthy woman or a steward, one needed to remember their place and behave accordingly. Collins portrays religious fanatics as absurd through Miss Clack, a devout Christian who goes to church multiple times a day and leaves a dozen leaflets around her cousins’ house to be read. Instead of tipping a cab driver, she gives him a pamphlet on swearing. As I’m currently reading the Black Robe, I can see how the two mysteries are considered to be the best works of Collins, who continued his social commentary in a less thrilling vein.

    The two novels in question have complex plots full of twists and turns, drama, suspense, and more questions than answers. I read the Woman in White in 2006 to see what Andrew Lloyd Webber changed for his musical of the same title. I spent many nights burning the midnight candle to see what happened next. I like the Moonstone, but not as much as the Woman in White, which I consider more of an edge-of-your-seat suspense thriller. I’m not much of a mystery reader, but I really enjoyed and recommend these Collins classics.


Thursday, 25 June 2009

  • Reviewing Nudges

    Hey, this is Mish.

    Pardon the non-review, but this post is related to our blog's theme. I came across this at Weekly Geeks and thought it might help nudge some reviews out of y'all. I suppose it can also be seen as a sort of community building activity.

    1. In your blog, list any books you’ve read but haven’t reviewed yet. If you’re all caught up on reviews, maybe you could try this with whatever book(s) you hope to finish this week.

    2. Ask your readers to ask you questions about any of the books they want.

    3. Leave a comment below pointing to your blog post.

    4. Later, take whichever questions you like from your comments and use them in a post about each book. Link to each blogger next to that blogger’s question(s).

    5. Visit others from Readmorebooks and ask questions.

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

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    My Life With The Eskimo
    By Vilhjalmur Stafansson
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    My Life With the Eskimo

    Written by: Vilhjálmur Stefánsson
    Reviewed by: Mish

    In My Life With the Eskimo, Canadian Arctic explorer and ethnologist Vilhjálmur Stefánsson recounts his second trip to the far north and time spent among the Eskimo from 1908 to 1912. At the time, his hazardous expedition was the longest and known information about the Arctic and its inhabitants was minimal, and in many cases he shares, inaccurate. Stefánsson traveled over 10,000 miles with a sled. He was one of the last dog-team explorers and of the opinion that:
    “No man should engage in Arctic exploration who is unable to walk as many miles a day as his dogs are able haul his sled and camp gear” and that many of the previous explorers were “little better than baggage hauled along by the common men of their expeditions (whose very names seldom find a place in the records)” (261).
    Originating from Stefánsson's journal, the scientific adventure gets monotonous at times. Aside from the Eskimo and the journey, Stefánsson writes about ethnology, regions and topography, the game animals and their migration habits, scientific specimens, historic and current events, and even linguistics. It's full of facts and more facts, many of which are rather interesting. There's quite a bit I tagged to save as notes, posted as "Arctic Book Bits". 

    In April of 1910, after two years of  delays in part due to others, “sickness with its consequences of delay, starvation, and the growth of discontent and worry for the future of our Eskimo” (156), the small entourage was finally able to start east. From their starting point in Alaska's northcoast to Canada's Victoria Island, there is a lot of backtracking and zig-zagging to various villages and locations. Having a map for readers unfamiliar with the region would be helpful, but their is an index for topics covered. They would often head in one direction before thawing ice or lack of game forced them to change plans. On a few occasions they survived by eating seal blubber and caribou skins, hair and all. Things rarely go according to plan and My Life With the Eskimo
    show that an Arctic expedition is no exception.

    Stefánsson describes at great length the Eskimo races and tribes and in turn their customs and beliefs. While some tribes believed it a taboo to prepare caribou and seal in the same pot or eat them together, other tribes either did not or believed in a variation. Although the largest Copper Eskimo village seemed to have a more complex social life than the Eskimo in other districts and barely a semblance of a government, certain individuals appeared “to have a preponderating influence, based apparently on individual prowess and to some extent on their records as travelers” (286). He frequently switches between using their tribe names and their geographic location to distinguish between them, which can be confusing if one doesn't remember who's from where.

    One of Stefánsson's main goals was to find the "Blond Eskimo", around whom there were many speculations. One theory is that after Eric the Red arrived in North America, another boat shipwrecked while trying to make the voyage and its passengers survived. Another is that living in close proximity to each other, the Greenlanders and the Eskimo had interracial relationships. After coming across the Victoria Islanders in May of 1910,
    “who looked like Europeans in spite of their garb of furs, I knew that I had come upon either the last chapter and solution of one of the historical tragedies of the past, or else that I had added a new mystery for the future to solve: the mystery of why these men are like Europeans if they be not of European descent” (194).
    Stefánsson is strong in his opinions and comes off as having a superior attitude, but at the same time, truly appreciative and respectful of the Eskimo. He recounts how Tannaumirk retraced his 10 mile trail after hunting when the camp was less than a mile away, after which he writes:
    “Take the Indian or the Eskimo out of his habitual surroundings, and he is, as a general thing, far the inferior of the white man in finding his way about. He has not the general principles to guide him that are clear in the mind of the average white man” (150).
    But he also says of those with whom he traveled and sought hospitality:
    “They are the equals of the best of our own race in good breeding, kindness, and the substantial virtues. They were men and women of the Stone Age truly, but they differed little from you or me or from the men and women who are our friends and families. The qualities which we call “Christian virtues” (and which the Buddhists no doubt call “Buddhist virtues”) they had in all their essentials. They are not at all what a theorist might have supposed the people of the Stone Age to be, but the people of the Stone Age probably were what these their present-day representatives are: men with standards of honor, men with friends and families, men in love with their wives, gentle to their children, and considerate of the feelings and welfare of others... I have lived with these so-called primitive people until “savages” and all the kindred terms have lost the vivid meanings they had when I was younger."
    Starting from northern Alaska and slowly working its way east, the beginning of the 20th century was a period of change in the Arctic. Due to the whaling industry, missionaries, and exchanges with the Native Americans, the Eskimo were becoming westernized, and in some opinions, "civilized". This is also the time when whaling was coming to an end, which would also effect the Eskimos' and their trading.
    “I did not desire to bring my unspoiled Coronation Gulf people into contact with civilization , with the ravages of which among the Eskimo of Alaska and the Mackenzie I am too familiar; but it seemed that the thing could not be staved off for more than a year or two, anyway, for the fact of my living with the Eskimo was already well known, and both the traders and the missionaries who operate through Fort Norman would be sure to make use of the information” (218).
    In regard to his inevitable return home, Stefánsson writes:
    “The time-faded ink of such diary entries as this furnished me some comfort after my return to ‘civilization,’ when European cables and American telegraphs clamored ‘fake’ so loudly that at times I almost doubted I had seen what I had seen. There were scientific weight and reverent age behind the names of many of those who argued conclusively on the basis of a judicious combination of what they knew and did not know, to the conclusion that what is could not be. They argued so deftly withal that I who came from the place they theorized about felt somewhat as I used to feel as an undergraduate in college when I listened to a philosophical demonstration of the non-existence of the matter that I had to kick to convince myself that what must be wasn’t so. Now that the din has quieted down, I am gradually coming to the conviction that I have really been telling the truth most of the time consistently, and that the facts regarding the ‘Blond Eskimo’ are about as my note-books have them and as I originally stated them to the newspaper men, who did not always, however, quote me correctly, and who at times showed marked originality in their treatment of what I said” (195).
    I acquired My Life With the Eskimo almost by accident. A friend gave it to me to see if an anthropology friend of ours was interested. I read the first few pages to "check it out" and kept trekking along. Overall and despite a few lulls, My Life With the Eskimo is a good, interesting read. Should I happen to come across any of Vilhjálmur Stefánsson's other books or articles, both of which are numerous, I'd be inclined to read them as well.

    “We seldom have occasion, if we are stay-at-homes, unless we happen to live in tourist centers, to explain to any one our nationality, while the nationality of every foreigner who comes within our sphere of observation is a matter of interest and is continually on the tip of our tongue” (282).

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