Today's poem:

I Have News for You

There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood

and there are people who don't interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.

There are people who don't walk past an empty swimming pool
and think about past pleasures unrecoverable

and then stand there blocking the sidewalk for other pedestrians.
I have read about a town somewhere in California where human beings

do not send their sinuous feeder roots
deep into the potting soil of others' emotional lives

as if they were greedy six-year-olds
sucking the last half-inch of milkshake up through a noisy straw;

and other persons in the Midwest who can kiss without
debating the imperialist baggage of heterosexuality.

Do you see that creamy, lemon-yellow moon?
There are some people, unlike me and you,

who do not yearn after fame or love or quantities of money as
         unattainable as that moon;
thus, they do not later
         have to waste more time
defaming the object of their former ardor.

Or consequently run and crucify themselves
in some solitary midnight Starbucks Golgotha.

I have news for you—
there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room

and open a window to let the sweet breeze in
and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.

--Tony Hoagland

*
This is part 2 of my book club notes on The Way Spring Arrives and Other Stories. [Part 1.]


"The Restaurant at the End of the Universe: Tai Chi Mashed Taro" by Anna Wu (2016), tr. Carmen Yiling Yan

A time-traveling meditation on the rise and fall of people and societies. )


"The Futures of Genders in Chinese Science Fiction" by Jing Tsu (2022) [essay]

Discussion of the depiction and participation of people of marginalized genders in Chinese SF. )


"Baby, I Love You" by Zhao Haihong (2002), tr. Elizabeth Hanlon

In the not-too-distant future, a programmer works on a holographic virtual baby while his real family life falls apart. )


"A Saccharophilic Earthworm" by BaiFanRuShang (2005), tr. Ru-Ping Chen

After a disabling accident, a theater director believes she can teach flowers to dance. )


"The Alchemist of Lantian" by BaiFanRuShang (2005), tr. Ru-Ping Chen

Every time a godlike being helps a human, their own exile in the mortal world is extended. )
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([personal profile] musesfool Apr. 21st, 2025 06:08 pm)
Monday miscellany:

- So what are the odds we get an antipope this time in addition to a pope?

- Sepinwall gave season 2 of Andor a good review (minor spoilers, I guess) - the first 3 episodes drop tomorrow and it sounds like they are doing 3 episodes a week for 4 weeks, as each one comprises a mini-arc. Trying not to get spoiled on the internet is sure to be a nightmare.

- I haven't done the AO3 stats meme regularly since 2018 because not much changes in my top 10. In 2021, however, I made note of some up-and-comers in the 11-20 slots, and it turns out that as of 4/20/25, Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc (i.e., the one where Dick convinces Jason to stop killing through the power of hugs) has crept into the top 10 by hits - it's number 9! (It looks like Our history is just in our blood (history, like love, is never enough) (the Steve/Bucky remix AU where Steve finds Bucky working as a barista) is the one that fell out of the top 10.)

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc also made inroads into the top 10 by kudos, landing at number 5! Additionally, 2 Star Wars stories also found their way into the top 10 by kudos: There's Still Time to Change the Road You're On (in which Anakin time travels to the post-RotJ era and meets his kids) at 6, and deep as a secret nobody knows (AU where Leia tells Vader she's Padme's daughter and it changes everything) at number 8!

The 3 Avengers stories that dropped are again, Our history is just in our blood (history, like love, is never enough), plus Even a Miracle Needs a Hand (Clint/Darcy fake Christmas boyfriend), and with the lights out, it's less dangerous (Steve/Bucky, then and now).

According to these posts, I did not previously do the full list by comments, but I will note the appearance of deep as a secret nobody knows at number 3 on the comments list, and another Vader-and-Leia AU, Just a Little Bit of History Repeating, at number 10, with the VMars/Avengers crossover we travel without seatbelts on sitting pretty at number 7.

So I guess given enough time, these things CAN change.

- Today's poem:

Nothing Will Warn You
by Stephen Dunn

Nothing will warn you,
not even the promise of severe weather
or the threats of neighbors muttered
under their breath, unheard by the sonar

in you that no longer functions.
You'll be expecting blue skies, perhaps
a picnic at which you'll be anticipating
a reward for being the best handler

of raw meat in a county known
for its per capita cases of salmonella.
You'll have no memory of those women
with old grievances nor will you guess

that small bulge in one of their purses
could be a derringer. You'll be opening
a cold one, thinking this is the life,
this is the very life I've always wanted.

Nothing will warn you,
no one will blurt out that this picnic
is no picnic, the clouds in the west
will be darkly billowing toward you,

and you will not hear your neighbors'
conspiratorial whispers. You'll be
readying yourself to tell the joke
no one has ever laughed at, the joke

someone would have told you by now
is only funny if told on yourself, but no one
has ever liked you enough to say so.
Even your wife never warned you.

***
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([personal profile] selenak Apr. 21st, 2025 06:19 pm)
Daredevil Reborn: overall, good finale. I'm not shipping anyone on this show (or its predecessor), but I was amused, given that Luke Cage managed to make "coffee" a synonym for sex back in the Netflix day for all the Marvel shows, that Frank expressed the wish for coffee with both Matt and Karen. (Not at the same time.) On a more serious note, the finale evidently went for an Empire Strikes Back vibe in that spoilery stuff happens )

Wheel of Time S3 finale: speaking of Empire Strikes Back vibes... Though in this case just in one plot line. Okay, two, technically. (The second one being Team Elayne, Matt, Min and Nyneave not gaining what they wanted to, but what Nynayve did get was so important that I hesitate to equate this with the goings on at the White Tower.) This, too, is based on a book series written many years ago, and was shot way back when yours truly hoped the world would be less insane in 2025 than it actually is, but can't help but feel extremely on point with its spoiilery stuff )

Doctor Who ?.02: amusingly weird, technically impressive, everyone looks gorgeous in their costumes. But Fourth Wall Breaking stories are not really my thing, and so I can't say I loved it.
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([personal profile] selenak Apr. 20th, 2025 01:53 pm)
Even Darth Real Life is not able to keep me from my annual Easter Well sight seeing, or the pic spam based on it. Happy Easter to all who celebrate, and hopefully good holidays to everyone:


Heiligenstadt gesamt


More Easter Wells await beneath the cut )
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([personal profile] musesfool Apr. 19th, 2025 05:40 pm)
I made these confetti cookies from Smitten Kitchen this afternoon (pic), but unfortunately, they are way too sweet for me. They are really easy to put together though, especially with the food processor, since you don't need to soften the butter and cream cheese before you get started, and there's no need to chill them before baking.

In other news, I watched the 3 available episodes of season 3 of Leverage: Redemption and enjoyed them, though there was some cognitive dissonance in seeing Noah Wyle as Harry Wilson after 15 intense episodes of The Pitt. Aldis Hodge gets more handsome every time I see him, and the gloves have come off in terms of the writing - they are not even playing anymore about how stuff that is legal still isn't right. Plus, there have been some fun guest stars: casting spoilers ) I look forward to the rest of the season!

***

I haven't posted any Neruda in a while, so here's today's poem:

Sonnet XLVI

Of all the stars I admired, drenched
in various rivers and mists,
I chose only the one I love.
Since then I sleep with the night.

Of all the waves, one wave and another wave,
green sea, green chill, branchings of green,
I chose only the one wave,
the indivisible wave of your body.

All the waterdrops, all the roots,
all the threads of light gathered to me here;
they came to me sooner or later.

I wanted your hair, all for myself.
From all the graces my homeland offered
I chose only your savage heart.

-Pablo Neruda
(Trans. ???)

***
Quail eggs, cracked-pepper goat cheese, ramps, porterhouse steak, morels, royal oyster mushrooms, asparagus, 2 tomato plants (Patio & Mr. Stripey), a dianthus, a petunia, 3 six-packs of brocade marigolds, and brown sugar kettle corn.

I'm going to try making compound butter with some of the ramps.
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([personal profile] musesfool Apr. 18th, 2025 09:10 pm)
I decided to make the King Arthur pretzel rolls again today (well, half the recipe to make 4 hero-shaped buns) - they only require a first rise of 1 hour and a second of 15 minutes so I could start them at 3 pm and be eating by 5:30. I proofed the dough in this nice bowl I have that has its own lid, and I did it in the unheated oven with the oven light on (I've never done it like that before but I've seen it recommended a few places), and about 50 minutes in, there was a loud popping sound, and it turned out that the carbon dioxide produced by the rising dough popped the lid right off! That had never happened to me before! I figured if that was happening, the dough was proved and it was. They turned out delicious. Definitely recommended.

Here's today's poem:

Singe

I read the tops of the poems, ten or twenty lines down.

In the beginning of the book, a man is leaving his wife
for a lover. By the end, the lover is tired of the man, who wonders
if he made a mistake. The book has the quality of a diary,
the beginnings of poems imply the ends of other poems, other days,
this is a man to know in the morning.

It's raining here, where the book lives for now, and the mood
of fog fits the sadness of the book, I hold it out the window,
bring it back and dry it off with my shirt.

I know a woman who knows the poet. I call her and ask
which tops of poems are true. She wants to know why I don't
finish the poems. I tell her I dreamed last night
I work inside a steam shovel, that the tops of the poems
are my sky, my white clouds. It's impossible to talk
to just one poet, and I'll feel the ears
of people I don't know floating behind me for a week.

There are two children in the book. They must be in college by now,
married or incapable of marriage. I believe the poet was honest
about their names, I consider finding and e-mailing them,
asking if they felt betrayed or like rock stars, some other kind
of celebrity, I suddenly want to know if they play tennis
or like Pop Tarts, if either drove up to see their father
and threw the book at his head, the stab marks on the cover
making him break down and apologize for the hurt, not the poems.

Calvino had an idea for a book that appeared to have been pulled
from a fire. What wasn't there would be as much of the story
as the little bells, the indentations of eye teeth in a pencil,
the shape of wind against a sheet. The bottom of this book
is on fire, is where the lies have fallen, where someone
tells someone they were never loved, where a body is rhapsodized
as the font of renewal, and eight pages later, deplored as snare.

I devise solace for the book: we should count birds, I tell it,
should ride a horse, you and I. Some other time I'll read
the bottom only, read this life and turn each page
with both hands, carry the words in the basket of my flesh,
carry them over, carry them safe, some other time, nor was it ever
too late.

—Bob Hicok

***
This month I will be celebrating a very particular birthday. With my new health insurance, I am now eligible for a program that enables me to go back to the YWCA.

I am absolutely overjoyed about this. I had to give up my Y membership when my job was cut in half with the pandemic, five years ago, and I've missed it dreadfully. I dug my Y membership card out of a drawer (I even had an old towel card that still had some punches left on it) and presented myself at the Y membership desk with my new Silver Sneakers number and was duly reinstated.

Now I regularly use the treadmill, rowing machine, weight machines, and especially—oh joy—the sauna. I am sore, because I have not been diligent as I should about using weights, but I am determined to do so now.

This is definitely one perk that has come with growing older.

Background: a sauna. Underneath the sauna light are the words "Eliminating racism, empowering women, YWCA. In front of the sauna bench is a rowing machine. Hand weights rest on the sauna bench. Lower center: A silver sneaker.

Silver Sneakers

15 Silver Sneakers

Click on the links to see the 2025, 2024, 2023, 2022 and 2021 52 Card Project galleries.
In this light-hearted point-and-click adventure from Italian studio imaginarylab, nerdy teenager Willy Morgan receives a cryptic letter from his father, an archaeologist who mysteriously disappeared ten years earlier while researching the pirate lore of nearby Bone Town. Now Willy has to take over where his dad left off, searching for clues among the locals (who all seem to be descended from famous pirates) and learning the truth about his father's fate and the lost treasure he sought.



I liked the look and feel of this game. It has a fun, quirky atmosphere, and the interface is polished and intuitive. The puzzles kept me interested but I never got stuck; I think it's intended to be more chill than challenging. However, there are some pretty big writing and plotting probems that got in the way of my enjoyment of the game.

Read more... )

Willy Morgan and the Curse of Bone Town is available on Steam and GOG for $19.99 USD, which is way too much. It's a light adventure that you'll finish in an evening, probably not something that'll stick with you or that you'll want to replay. I got it on sale for a couple bucks, and that's about right. There's also a free demo.
Today's poem:

The Game
by Lorna Crozier

So many conversations between
the tall grass and the wind.
A child hides in that sound,
hunched small
as a rabbit, knees tucked
to her chest, head on her knees,
yet she's not asleep.

She is waiting with a patience
I had long forgotten,
hair wild with grass seeds,
skin silvery with dust.

It was my brother's game.
He was the one who counted,
and I, seven years younger,
the one who hid.

When I ran from the yard,
he found his gang of friends
and played kick-the-can
or caught soft spotted frogs
at the creek so summer-slow.

As darkness fell,
from the kitchen door
someone always called my name.
He was there before me
at the supper table;
milk in his glass
and along his upper lip
glowing like moonlight.
You're so good at that, he'd say,
I couldn't find you.

Now I wade through
hip-high bearded grass
to where she sits so still,
lay my larger hand
upon her shoulder.

Above the wind I say,
You're it,
then kneel beside her
and with the patience
that has lived so long in this body,
clean the dirt from her nose and mouth,
separate the golden speargrass from her hair.

*
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([personal profile] musesfool Apr. 16th, 2025 05:30 pm)
I was doing so good with reading books again but alas, I have had the 2nd Finlay Donovan book open in the same spot for a week and instead have been reading fic or watching tv. So have some quick thoughts on TV I have watched:

Silo: I enjoyed this - the first season is better, but the second season has its moments! Unfortunately, Steve Zahn is like a BEC for me, so that put a damper on parts of season 2. Like, he's a decent actor or whatever but he makes me want to turn off my TV every time I hear his voice.

The Residence: I enjoyed this a lot and I hope they make as many seasons of it as Uzo Aduba wants, perhaps in really fancy buildings every time, though I hope they are slightly tighter in terms of story telling - 8 episodes was slightly too much imo.

Abbott Elementary: this season has been a lot of fun and I will be watching the finale tonight!

Elsbeth: still enjoying this also, though I've been doling out the episodes more slowly now that I'm like only 1 behind the current episode.

Severance: I have avoided saying much about this show since for me it's a very mixed bag (great acting, beautiful cinematography, wonky pacing, questionable writing) and I know a lot of people love it, but I hope Tramell Tillman has a long, highly decorated career as a leading man in action movies, musicals, rom-coms, and whatever else his heart desires. I am also always happy to see Dichen Lachman on screen!

Wheel of Time: I have been enjoying this as well, though 8 episodes feels too short given everything that they are covering (note: I haven't read the books and currently don't plan to). spoilers ) Let them all sing more! The singing has been GREAT.

And lastly, here's today's poem:

Object Permanence
by Hala Alya

This neighborhood was mine first. I walked each block twice:
drunk, then sober. I lived every day with legs and headphones.
It had snowed the night I ran down Lorimer and swore I'd stop
at nothing. My love, he had died. What was I supposed to do?
I regret nothing. Sometimes I feel washed up as paper. You're
three years away. But then I dance down Graham and
the trees are the color of champagne and I remember -
There are things I like about heartbreak, too, how it needs
a good soundtrack. The way I catch a man's gaze on the L
and don't look away first. Losing something is just revising it.
After this love there will be more love. My body rising from a nest
of sheets to pick up a stranger's MetroCard. I regret nothing.
Not the bar across the street from my apartment; I was still late.
Not the shared bathroom in Barcelona, not the red-eyes, not
the songs about black coats and Omaha. I lie about everything
but not this. You were every streetlamp that winter. You held
the crown of my head and for once I won't show you what
I've made. I regret nothing. Your mother and your Maine.
Your wet hair in my lap after that first shower. The clinic
and how I cried for a week afterwards. How we never chose
the language we spoke. You wrote me a single poem and in it
you were the dog and I the fire. Remember the courthouse?
The anniversary song. Those goddamn Kmart towels. I loved them,
when did we throw them away? Tomorrow I'll write down
everything we've done to each other and fill the bathtub
with water. I'll burn each piece of paper down to silt.
And if it doesn't work, I'll do it again. And again and again and -

***
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([personal profile] pauraque Apr. 16th, 2025 02:22 pm)
[This is a revision of a review I first posted to [livejournal.com profile] 50books_poc on March 10th, 2011. It has been edited for clarity.]

This is a teaching grammar of the language which is now more properly called Tohono O'odham. (It appears that later editions of the book are indeed called A Tohono O'odham Grammar. The edition I have is from 1997.) It's the language of the Tohono O'odham people, of what is now called Arizona and northern Mexico. In 2007 the language was reported to have 14,000 speakers, including the mutually intelligible Pima O'odham dialect, and revitalization efforts are ongoing.

Ofelia Zepeda is a native speaker and a linguist. She wrote this book to be used in the classroom, both for O'odham who lack full fluency, and for interested outsiders. The material is in the form of lessons, with discussion of the grammar, vocabulary lists, dialogues, and exercises. There are special advanced exercises for native speakers, challenging them to analyze their own speech and describe why certain constructions sound right and others do not, which is a cool addition and really drives home that the primary audience is the O'odham community itself.

The presentation is linguistically informed, but technical terms are largely avoided. There is nothing more exotic than the sorts of words you'd find in a high school language class. But the book doesn't stand on its own as a Teach Yourself; it's obviously supposed to be a textbook for a class. The answers to the exercises are not provided. The phonology section is extremely sparse and vague, which is fine if you have people to hear and talk to, but not if you're trying to learn alone. Many of the finer points are under-explained (if you don't already know the difference between perfective and imperfective, I don't think you'll really know after reading this book either), and they're the kind of things your teacher would go over with you.

While I wouldn't rely on this book to teach you the language, it does cover quite a bit of ground for not being very long, so if you're the kind of person (like me) who reads about a language not because you're planning to speak it but simply because languages are awesome, it may well appeal to you. American Indian grammars written by native speakers aren't exactly a dime a dozen, so I was pleased to get my hands on this one.
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([personal profile] musesfool Apr. 15th, 2025 08:30 pm)
I'm pretty sure I'm going to stay home for Easter this year, so now I need to decide what I'm going to cook. I thought about making the fancy French chicken, or maybe a traditional ham, or I could make crepes for breakfast and then manicotti for dinner (though that seems like a lot of work). I also want to bake something but what? A strawberry galette? Some other strawberry tart type thing (using frozen strawberries)? Strawberry sticky buns? Clearly my brain has focused in on something strawberry but it doesn't have to be! Small batch cheesecake? Confetti cookies? or maybe I will bake some more bread? I'm off both Friday and Monday, so there's time to do several different things, but I just need to decide what and then tailor my shopping list accordingly.

Work continues to be super busy thanks to the search committee stuff on top of all our other work, but aside from some scheduling that is going to be a nightmare, we should have a couple of weeks off from dealing with meetings with them.

Here's today's poem:

Water on Mars
by Clare McDonnell

for Susan

Mars has the memory of water
carved into her parched rock.

Does she remember rivers;
their silkiness, their languid drawl,
their flux and gush, their roar,
clots of frogspawn, green weeds waving?
Did she understand the pebble talk of water,
delight in the twinkle of sun and shade
and the sudden shimmer of fish?

Was there once someone there
who saw a lake as flat as a polished table,
the surface so tense that insects hardly
dented it, darting between lily pads?
Did he notice how wrinkles halo out when
a swallow dips for flies, or how the breeze
strews handfuls of sparkle over the water?

Was there an enormous ocean there
whose curled tongue was shredded on rocks?
Did it suck the sand from beneath a poet's feet
leaving him in unsteady wonder?
Did his child cup handfuls of spilled sun
from its surface, let it seep through her fingers
to become water again, licking her ankles?

In winter, did rain slap him with glass hands?
In summer, did it finger his face softly,
bring back aromas to dryness,
plump up the wall's cushion of moss?
And when it stopped, did each lupin leaf
hold a diamond between its fingers,
was the fissure a stream, did the red rock steam?

***
When I was in high-school, I took an elective course in history where we had to write an essay on a topic of our choosing. I was going through a phase where I was fascinated by monasticism, so I proposed to write mine on that.

With the help of my teacher, I narrowed the topic down to an overview of male Catholic monastic orders in Western Europe. That seemed like a narrow enough topic that I wouldn't be overwhelmed by it while at the same time being broad enough that I could find source material in our small-town library.

Alas, I was so, so wrong. It was a struggle to find anything longer than a few paragraphs' worth of source material. At times, I thought I couldn't do it. If I tell you that one of my best sources ended up being an older encyclopaedia, that might tell you something of how dire the situation was. I did eventually manage to write my ten pages.

I was reminded of that a while ago when I was looking for some books on the history of something-I-can't-even-remember-any-more. The topic, whatever it was, was specific enough that I had basically no hope of finding anything in the city library. I'd have to go to the university library, which shouldn't have been a problem, since university libraries are public libraries. Anyone can get a library card there and borrow from the general collections.

The electronic collections are reserved for the staff and students, though, and that was what put a stop to my quest. The books I wanted were available, yes, but they were available only as ebooks.

It used to be that only scholarly articles were inaccessible because of this, but it appears that universities are increasingly choosing to subscribe to ebook services rather than buying physical copies of books. At least that's what it seems like to me, since I've actually run into this issue several times by now.

A world of knowledge at our fingertips, but we can't get to it. At least I can't. Back in the early 2000s, it was because I lived at the arse-end of the world. Now, it's because I live at the arse-end of the academic world, for all that the university is a few kilometres away.

I love ebooks. I buy a lot of ebooks myself because they are cheaper than physical books (so I can buy more of them), easier to get here in the relative periphery of the world, and more accesible to someone like me who suffers from chronic pain.

But I don't like restricting scholarly sources only to formal members of the academic community. We've already had far too much of that.
My attempt to watch the new series House of David came to a swift end when about twenty or so minutes in, we were told by Michal in voice over that the Amalekites and their King were evil Cannibals (in addition to being evil tormentors of the Israelites). Now it's been years and years, but as far as I remember from Deutoronomy, a) the Amalekites/Israelites conflict sounds pretty standard for ancient world warfare between neigbouring tribes, with neither having the upper hand for long, until b) Samuel, speaking for God, orders Saul to wipe them out (as in, men, women, children and livestock) and Saul doesn't do that completely but lets the King and some of the livestock survive, and that is why God's favour is taken from Saul and transferred to David. Now, divine orders to commit genocide sound quite different to 20th century onwards people for all the obvious reasons, but making an entire group of people into essentially fantasy Orcs is surely not the answer in how to tackle that narrative. I remember the 1985 movie King David (starring Richard Gere, not exactly a cinematic masterpiece, but actually trying to do engage with the biblical story beyond the "plucky little guy vs giant, little guy wins" narrative of David vs Goliath) making the repeated clashes between Prophets and Kings (not just Saul vs Samuel, but also later David vs Nathan) be a power struggle similar to the medieval Emperors vs Popes ones, with neither side the eternal good guys or eternal villains, each side sometimes is in the wrong and sometimes in the right from our then 20th century perspective), with the order to wipe out an entire people exactly as appalling presented as it sounds like.

From what I remember, the aborted series Kings which tranferred the entire Saul, his family and young David saga to the 20th century, didn't really do an equivalent of the Amalekites story but did not present anyone as evil cannibals, either, but heavily leant into the "everyone is shades of grey" interpretation. In German literature, the most famous work engaging with the David story is probably Stefan Heym's Der König David Bericht. (Stefan Heym: German Jewish writer, escaped 1935 to the US, post WWII returned to East Germany, had a complicated relationship with the East German government from 1956 onwards.) To simiplify a complicated book, in Der König David Bericht, Solomon after David's death commissions a book glorifying his father, our investigating hero inevitably comes across all the crappy stuff David did as well, and despite him already toning this down in his report, Solomon decides to while not killing the investigator surpress the report entirely and to add insult to injury steal Ethan the investigator's wife and claim authorship of a love song Ethan wrote about her. This novel was published in West Germany first in 1972 despite Heym still living in East Germany, in East Germany a year later, and in the Westt definitely was seen as Heym tackling Stalinism, the rewriting of the past and censorship by the state in his present via the biblical story.

The second most famous German written novel engaging with these biblical stories is Der Brautpreis by Grete Weil. Like Heym, Grete Weil (who was friends with Klaus and Erika Mann in her youth) was a German-Jewish writer who escaped the Nazis but in harder conditions - she went to exile in the Netherlands, not the US, which meant that once the Nazis arrived there, she could only survive in hiding. Which she did, but her husband was captured, sent to a concentration camp and murdered. Der Brautpreis is written from Michal's pov, and in Weil's interpretation, Michal's falling out with David whom she hid and saved his life when her father Saul persecuted him is not because, as in the bible, she scorns his dancing; she stops loving him out of disgust when he pays the bride price her father demanded as part of the power struggle between the two men, said price (biblically) consisting of a hundred Philistine foreskins. By doing this (and even doubling the price), David stops being who Michal fell in love with and reveals himself no better than who he fought against.

Note what both writers have in common: they don't focus on the "David vs Goliath" part of the story, though it is in there. Just not as the main story. What I find fascinating about the biblical David is how complex a person he comes across, because the biblical version does heroic as well as ruthless or egotastic things, and not just from the 20th century onwards pov; obviously David sending Uriah to his death so he can have sex with Uriah's wife Bathseba is meant to be a bad thing in the contemporary context as well.

For me, the most compelling part of that particular story and what makes me never entirely lose sympathy with David is the aftermath, i.e. when God according to Nathan punishes David and Bathseba by taking their first born child. As long as the child is sick, David does penance and is on his knees praying and fasting. When the child dies, he stops doing this, gets up and starts eating again, to the confusion of his attendants. And then we get this:

21 His attendants asked him, “Why are you acting this way? While the child was alive, you fasted and wept, but now that the child is dead, you get up and eat!”

22 He answered, “While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept. I thought, ‘Who knows? The Lord may be gracious to me and let the child live.’ 23 But now that he is dead, why should I go on fasting? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me.”

24 Then David comforted his wife Bathsheba, and he went to her and made love to her.


This reaction to loss and grief is so viscerally relatable to me.


On a personal level, this also why the young David in Kings is the least interesting character in the show to me - he's too good to be true golden retriever boy, with not even a hint of the moral ambiguity to come - and why I'm still looking for a fictional David who fine, can start out as a well meaning youngster, but should show the potential for the future ruthless King, while conversely older and old David should be not just another tyrant, that would be going too far in the other direction. (And okay, obviously the relationship with Jonathan should be there and important, looking bewildered at you, Kings, for letting the two be hostile rivals instead of bffs with at the very least homoerotic undertones.) Because this new show on Amazon Prime had been called House of David, not David, I had been hoping they were aiming for the entire story, including later on the complete mess that are David's children. But I can't get over the Amalekites as bloodthirsty cannibals in the very first episode to find out, and the fact the show felt it needed to do that doesn't augur well for future complexity anyway.
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Today's poem:

The Five Stages of Grief
by Linda Pastan

The night I lost you
someone pointed me towards
the Five Stages of Grief.
Go that way, they said,
it's easy, like learning to climb
stairs after the amputation.
And so I climbed.
Denial was first.
I sat down at breakfast
carefully setting the table
for two. I passed you the toast—
you sat there. I passed
you the paper—you hid
behind it.
Anger seemed more familiar.
I burned the toast, snatched
the paper and read the headlines myself.
But they mentioned your departure,
and so I moved on to
Bargaining. What could I exchange
for you? The silence
after storms? My typing fingers?
Before I could decide, Depression
came puffing up, a poor relation
its suitcase tied together
with string. In the suitcase
were bandages for the eyes
and bottles of sleep. I slid
all the way down the stairs
feeling nothing.
And all the time Hope
flashed on and off
in defective neon.
Hope was my uncle's middle name,
he died of it. After a year I am still climbing,
though my feet slip
on your stone face.
The treeline
has long since disappeared;
green in a color
I have forgotten.
But now I see what I am climbing
towards: Acceptance,
written in capital letters,
a special headline:
Acceptance,
its name in lights.
I struggle on,
waving and shouting.
Below, my whole life spreads its surf,
all the landscapes I've ever known
or dreamed of. Below
a fish jumps: the pulse
in your neck.
Acceptance. I finally
reach it.
But something is wrong.
Grief is a circular staircase.
I have lost you.

***
[This is a revision of a review I posted to [livejournal.com profile] 50books_poc on October 7th, 2010. It was, in fact, the first review I posted there—I have a vivid memory of finding out about the community and getting so excited that I immediately started casting about the room and grabbed the first book by an author of color that I saw. Alert readers will note that "my 7-year-old" is now in their 20s.]

My 7-year-old loves the Bad Kitty series of books, which are about—get this—the travails of a disobedient cat named Kitty. We just read this latest book together, in which the family goes out of town and leaves Kitty with the hapless Uncle Murray. Like previous entries in the series, it's a heavily illustrated chapter book. This one is 150 pages, and many are all pictures, some are all text, and lots are a mix. (Some of the text pages got long for said 7-year-old to read; they wanted to get back to the pictures.)



Author-illustrator Nick Bruel really has a handle on how cats think. Anyone who knows cats will greet Kitty's behavior and thought processes with laughter and groans of recognition. In this one there are also some non-fiction asides discussing why cats behave the way they do—why they fear strangers and loud noises and so on—which are lightly-handled and not too long.

The art makes these books. Bruel's style is loose and expressive, effortlessly nailing the facial expressions of animals and people on every page. He is fluent in the language of comics, and can make you giggle with just the turn of a line. My kid just about dies laughing when they see some of these drawings.

Seven seems like a good age for these books, though a slightly older reader would be able to get through more of the text without help. Recommended if you have kids around that age.
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