Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Friday, December 12, 2025

Little Free Library Divinations

In September 2023, Rob gifted me a Little Library for my birthday and it's been a source of joy and entertainment ever since.

I'm inspired by this post on the Marginalia about Little Free Library Divinations

One day during a challenging season of being, longing for something that would turn my spiraling mind outward, knowing that a daily creative practice has always been my best medicine and that constraint is the mightiest catalyst of creativity, I decided to try applying my bird divination process to the Little Free Library, trusting the lovely way our imagination has of surprising us and, in doing so, reminding us that even in the bleakest moments it is worth turning the page of experience because the imagination of life is always greater than that of the living.

Every day for thirty days, I took a random book from the Little Free Library, opened to a random page, and worked with the text on it, making no aesthetic judgments about the literary value of the books — self-help, airport romance novels, finance textbooks, breastfeeding guides, Lemony Snicket, Tolstoy, Ayn Rand, Harry Potter, and the Bible were all raw material on equal par.

As every creative person knows, and as Lewis Carroll so perfectly articulated in his advice on working through difficulty in math and in life, our most original and unexpected ideas arrive not when we strain the mind at the problem, but when we relax it and shift the beam of attention to something else entirely; it is then that the unconscious shines its sidewise gleam on an unexpected solution no deliberate effort could have produced.

After reading over the page, I would take a long walk to let the words float in my mind as I knelt to look at small things — pebbles, petals, leaves, feathers, and a whole lot of that great teacher in resilience, lichen — picking one thing up to take home. The words invariably arranged themselves unconsciously into the day’s… divination? koan? poem?… that always surprised me, always revealed what I myself needed to hear that some part of me already knew.

Upon returning home, I would place the found object under my microscope and take a photograph — cellular and planetary at the same time, itself an invitation to a shift in perspective — then begin laying out the text over the image.



An AI search of opening lines shows Maria Popova has borrowed the phrase
"To reach the infinite in you / awaken from your dreams of perfection

Song lyrics from the track "Awaken from Your Dreams" by the Canadian band Slocan Ramblers. The lyrics appear in the chorus of the song, which can be found on their 2019 album Ups and Downs. You can listen to the song or find official lyrics through music streaming services or explore their music on the Slocan Ramblers website. Turns out this is a Toronto-based bluegrass band. I love that!!

Also lines from a song titled "Wake Up" by Coeur De Pirate (Béatrice Martin), which was released in 2021 as part of the album "Perséides" [1, 2, 3]. Found the song, but the lyric phrase was not contained within when played.

When I dive deeper and try to find the songs on Spotify, can't do it! But I do like the artists this trail send me.

Thursday, February 20, 2025

Victoria State Library and Tales from the Outback

I think I've fallen in love with the State Library in Melbourne! The building itself was incredible. An imposing Neocassical entrance with heavy doors. The grounds were not formal at all - we walked through Green space where people were sitting and enjoying the sun, and just outside the entrance there were a pair of giant chess sets with all the pieces in play.

Inside are several reading rooms, but the most spectacular is the La Trobe Reading Room, with an octaganol rotunda and a soaring view to tiered galleries above. Circling the main floo are 38 inspiring, intriguing and challenging quotations about books, reading and libraries called the Ribbon of Words. I swore when I got home I'd capture them all... you can find them at the end of this post.

We spent a couple hours exploring several exhibits.

World of the Book showcased more than 300 rare, remarkable, historically significant items from the State Collection. It included a manusript from the Edo period (Tale of the Genjii), pages from Audobon, gorgeous botanicals, Winnie the Pooh, and some campy covers. I was swooning!

One of the other displays focused on Australian Camaleers from the 1860's. These men hailed from Afghan, Punjabi, Bangladesh, Pakistan and India; they helped explore and build camel trains that would later be replaced by rail. Discriminatory policies prevented them from settling with their families in Australia so some returned home but others stayed, with many marrying into Aboriginal families. 

It didn't even cross my mind that this would be a tale from the Outback:

Our Footprints Remain

From  Ghanzi to Karachi
from Kabul to Calcutta
from Zabol to Azad Kashmir
We came here
to this distant land
on great ships
And we set off
with our camels, whom we
knew by name
We carried railway sleepers
from Adelaide to Port Augusta
We travelled for three minths
from Marree to Tennant Creek
carrying cables for telegraphs
And we brought back gold from
the Arltunga mines
We travelled from Bourke
to Cloncurry
carrying cotton.
At sunset we opened up 
to the willie wagtail
so it would carry our messages
to our loved ones
and it listened
and sung its heavenly song.

And we became friends with the
First Nation peoples
since our outlooks were similar
They taught us the real name of 
their country.
Whenever we were lost, they
gave us directions
When we were sick, they 
gave us bush medicine
And they showed us springs
and we drank from the same spring
We sat by the fire and played robab
and cooked chapati and curry and we
were beholden to each other
A strange love arose between us
so that we bacame one
and we built a home away
from home.

In the quiet plains of this country,
you can still hear
the sounds of our voices and our
camel bells ringing
And beside each spring
still our footprints remain
And when the wiffle waggle sings
he carries our messages with him.
- poem by Elyas Alavi, translated from Dari/Persian into English by Timothy Johannessen
--------------------


No two people read the same book ∼ Edmund Wilson (1895-1972)
Attributed to a quotation by John Russell in the Sunday Times, 25 July 1971. The real quote is, “No two persons ever read the same book.”
Variation: In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice.

The true University of these days is a collection of books ∼ Thomas Carlyle (1795-1871)

Wide and independent reading — self-education — is what matters ∼ Patrick White (1912-1990)
Australian novelist, 1973 Nobel Prize for Literature. “The Reading Sickness, 1980”, Patrick White Speaks, 1989. 

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey ∼ Anna Quindlen (1953-) How Reading Changed My Life, 1998. 

Let's save old books and study them with care ∼ Phùng Khác Khoan (1528-1630) 16th century Vietnamese military strategist and poet Phùng Khắc Khoan, ‘Advice to scholars’, in An anthology of Vietnamese poems: from the eleventh through the twentieth centuries, edited and translated by Huỳnh Sanh Thông, 1996. 

Complete quote:

Through your own efforts learn, and Heaven helps./ Let’s save old books and study them with care./ To read proves quite an act in these foul times:/ even wise heads have found it hard to teach./ By knowledge freed, the mind flows like a stream;/ with few desires, the body fears not threat./ Purge man of greed, and Heaven’s truth will shine:/ must scholars think of stipends and naught else?

Read in order to live ∼ Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880) Letter, 1857. The letters of Gustave Flaubert / selected, edited, and translated by Francis Steegmuller.
Complete quote:

“Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.”


No place can be chosen more likely to arouse and exalt such feelings than this apartment, reared in honor of literature ∼ Redmond Barry (1813-1880) Preface to The catalogue of the Public Library of Victoria, 1880, p. x111

Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy ∼ Germaine Greer (1939-) “Still in Melbourne January 1987”, Daddy, we hardly knew you, 1989.

Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations ∼ Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) Walden, 1854 (Chapter 3: "Reading")

The chief glory of every people arises from its authors ∼ Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) “Preface” to A dictionary of the English language, 1755.

A public library is the most democratic thing in the world ∼ Doris Lessing (1919-2013)
complete quote
“Libraries are treasures houses of stories, poems, essays, from every country in the world and from all times, and literature shades off into history and magic and mystery and religion, into sociology and anthropology – into nearly every subject you can think of, and it is there for everyone. There for the trouble of finding someone who loves books ready to make suggestions. A public library is the most democratic thing in the world. What can be found there has undone dictators and tyrants: demagogues can persecute writers and tell them what to write as much as they like, but they cannot vanish what has been written in the past, though they try often enough...People who love literature have at least part of their minds immune from indoctrination. If you read, you can learn to think for yourself.”

Until I feared to lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing ∼ Harper Lee (1926-2016) To Kill a Mockingbird, 1960.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies ∼ John Milton (1608-1674) The Reason of Church Government, Introduction


Words on the page are never prisoners of the page ∼ Sonya Hartnett (1968-) Sonya Hartnett said ‘Words on the page are never prisoners of the page’ when accepting an audio book award, in 1999.

Writers speak for those who are kept in silence ∼ Isabel Allende (1942-)
complete quote
“For whom do I write, finally? Certainly for myself. But mainly for others, even if there are only a few. For those who have no voice and for those who are kept in silence.” Isabel Allende, “Writing as an act of hope”, in Paths of Resistance: The Art and Draft of the Political Novel, edited by William Zinsser, 1989, pp.39-63.
“…a writer is a foreteller of the future, has a prophetic gift, has the ability to speak for others who have been kept in silence.” John Rodden, Conversations with Isabel Allende, 1999, p.257
“I wanted to speak up for those that are kept in silence”, Angel Flores, Spanish American Authors: The Twentieth Century, 1992, p.28.

A real book is not one that's read, but one that reads us ∼ W H Auden (1903-1973)
Poet. Attributed that is was once said and recalled at his death in 1973, Leo Thayer, Mental Hygiene: Communication and the Health of the Mind, 2014, p. 103.
Reported by Lionel Trilling in "On the Modern Element in Modern Literature", Partisan Review, January-February 1961, p. 15 (reprinted in Trilling's Beyond Culture, 1965): Trilling wrote: "taking the cue of W. H. Auden's remark that a real book reads us, I have been read by Eliot's poems...".
complete quote
More commonly reported as "a real book is not one that we read but one that reads us". This paraphrase of Trilling's reported quotation first appeared in a review by Robie Macauley of Trilling's Beyond Culture in the New York Times Book Review, 14 November 1965, p. 38: "I must borrow a phrase from Mr. Trilling (who borrows it from W. H. Auden): a real book is not one that we read but one that reads us." The same version, attributed to Auden, appears in Evan Esar, 20,000 Quips & Quotes (1968), p. 87 (with a comma after "we read"). There is no evidence that Auden ever wrote or said this version of the phrase.

Blessed are those who are privileged to read what they like ∼ Dorothy Green (1915-1991) “The Reader”, Writer: Reader: Critic (1991), p.112.

Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive ∼ Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374) Letter to a friend
Complete quote: 
“There is moreover something special about books; gold and silver, jewels and purple raiment, marble halls and re-tended fields, pictures and horses in all their trappings, and everything else of that kind can only accord only passing pleasure with nothing to say, whereas books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.”
Quoted from Nicholas A. Basbanes, A gentle madness : bibliophiles, bibliomanes, and the eternal passion for books, 1995, p. 73.

One must be an inventor to read well ∼ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
Essay “The American Scholar”, An Oration delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, at Cambridge, August 31, 1837.

The Public Library is at once the product of democracy and a sign of faith in universal education as a life-long process ∼ Irving Benson (1914-2016) Is attributed to Benson in the Australian Dictionary of Biography – http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/benson-sir-clarence-irving-9493:
‘In the public sphere, he was trustee (1942-46) of the Public Library, museums and National Gallery of Victoria (vice-chairman 1945), chairman (1946-66) of trustees of the Public Library of Victoria and deputy-chairman (from 1966) of its successor, the Library Council of Victoria. He was also president (1938-49) of the Library Association of Victoria and chairman (1947-56) of the Free Library Service Board. Having himself substituted the reading of books for his lack of formal education, he regarded libraries as 'a practical demonstration of democracy's faith in universal education as a life-long process'.’

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, are a substantial world, both pure and good ∼ William Wordsworth (1770-1850) Complete Poetical Works, Personal Talk, 1888.

Books are the threads from which the fabric of our culture and civilization are woven ∼ Richard W Clement (1951-) “Introduction”, The Book in America with images from the Library of Congress, Richard W. Clement, 1996, p.3.
Complete quote: 
(In reference to Thomas Jefferson’s assertion: “I cannot live without books.) “With this statement, addressed to John Adams, Thomas Jefferson voiced a national cultural truth. Jefferson understood that books are the threads from which the fabric of our culture and civilization are woven and that it is this fabric that gives our nation coherence and continuity”.

One reads in order to ask questions ∼ Franz Kafka (1883-1924)From an interview with Kafka. Conversations with Kafka, Gustav Janouch, 1953.

Books, the children of the brain ∼ Jonathon Swift (1667-1745) A Tale of a Tub, 1704.
Full quote: “I confess to have been somewhat liberal in the business of titles, having observed the humour of multiplying them, to bear great vogue among certain writers, whom I exceedingly reverence. And indeed in seems not unreasonable, that books, the children of the brain, should have the honour to be christened with variety of names, as well as other infants of quality.”


The Dome and its ascending galleries seemed like a giant brain vaulting towards the heavens ∼ Arnold Zable (1947-)

Stories are the way to feel you belong ∼ Boori Monty Pryor (1950-) Boori Monty Pryor, an Aboriginal writer, said ‘Stories are the way to feel you belong’ in a session at the 1999 Melbourne Writers’ Festival.

Nobody has the last word ∼ Brenda Walker (1957-) Brenda Walker said ‘Nobody has the last word’ when speaking about Edgar Allan Poe at the 1999 Melbourne Writers’ Festival.

The studious silence of the library … Tranquil brightness ∼ James Joyce (1882-1941) “Was first sighted in Diane Asséo Griliches’ book Library: the drama within (1996). The cited source was Ulysses (1922) - the words used by Asséo Griliches had been extracted in two grabs several hundred words apart. We finally decided to use the same form as Asséo Griliches.”

To slide into the Domed Reading Room at ten each morning, specially in summer, off the hot street outside, was a sensation as delicious as dropping into the water off the concrete edge of the Fitzroy baths ∼ Helen Garner (1942-) Helen Garner, '"A smell of old reading...": Helen Garner remembers the Domed Reading Room', State Library of Victoria News, Jul-Oct 2003 p. 5.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think ∼ Lord Byron (1788-1824) Don Juan, Canto III, LXXXVIII, 1824.

Come, and take choice of all my library, and so beguile thy sorrow ∼ William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Titus Andronicus, Act 4, scene 1, lines 34 and 35, a speech of Titus’ to Lavinia after her mutilation.

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away, nor any coursers like a page of prancing poetry ∼ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Poem. “There is no Frigate like a Book”. From a letter written in 1873, and was published in Volume I of her Letters (1894).

I, who had always thought of Paradise in form and image as a library ∼ Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) Poem. “Goodbyes”, in Dreamtigers first published as El Hacedor ("The Maker"), 1960.
“The Borges quotation was more problematic, as it is a translation, and in context it is actually a lament about Borges's blindness, which had the effect of removing libraries from his world...The first sighted form was: ‘I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library’. The final form selected is: ‘I, who had always thought of Paradise in form and image as a library’, the variation being caused by different translations.” From From Harboe Ree, Cathrine, Spring 2003, La Trobe Journal, no 72, pp 72-79.

The word is the making of the world ∼ Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) Description without place, Canto VII, Collected Poems, 1945.

A study lamp, a desk make two old friends … Rejoice — the ancient spirit thrives again. For those who read a word or two there's hope ∼ Nguyễn Trãi (1380-1442) Vietnamese poet, Confucian scholar and military strategist.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest men of past centuries ∼ René Descartes (1596-1650) Discourse on the Method, Part 1, paragraph 5, 1637.
Variant: “The reading of all good books is indeed like a conversation with the noblest men of past centuries who were the authors of them, nay a carefully studied conversation, in which they reveal to us none but the best of their thoughts.’

You can make initial contact with someone who does not speak your language with signs or smiles, but to communicate you need words. So it is with a nation; to understand it you have to read its books ∼ Geoffrey Dutton (1922-1998) Dedication in The Australian collection: Australia's greatest books, [selected by] Geoffrey Dutton, 1985.

A person cannot contribute to humanity without knowledge … Only a person with a free soul, a person who has no use for fear, can contribute to this world's betterment ∼ Pramoeda Ananta Toer (1925-2006) “Science, Religion and Health Care”, Part 111: Lessons for my Children, The Mute's Soliloquy: A Memoir, 1995, p. 248. An autobiography based on the letters that he wrote for his daughter from imprisonment in Buru but was not allowed to send.

Monday, June 24, 2024

Book Babes - still going


Our twentieth year! And still going! Unfortunately last year saw the departure of Liz, but we're hoping to have her join us sometime in 2024/2025.

The AGM at Nicki's was rainy, but wonderful as always. A swim in the lake! Great food, conversation and choosing the books for the coming year:

September: Remarkably Bright Creatures, Shelby van Pelt (Diane)
October: Fire Weather – The Making of a Beast, John Vallant (Virginia)
November: Hello Beautiful, Ann Napolitano (Debra)
December: What are you reading?
January: Go As a River, Shelley Read (Nicki)
February: Our Tribal Future, David R Sampson (Nicolette)
March: - Canada Reads -
April: Mrs. Van Gough, Caroline Cauchi (Sheila)
May: The Covenant of Water, Abraham Verghese (Miriam)
June: Eve, Cat Bohannon (AGM)



Friday, June 21, 2024

Solstice Strawberry Moon: June 2024


Solstice Strawberry Moon was June 21, 9:08 pm & around this time I was eating strawberries with my  book club and we were watching and discussing 'Women Talking' (book by Miriam Towes/ film directed by Sarah Polley).

I had not yet discovered Mary Oliver's book of poetry, Twelve Moons, that I've just ordered, as my library has only one reference copy and I want this on the shelf for future moons.

The last stanza of Mary Oliver's poem, Strawberry Moon, is a perfect fit for the discussion on 'Women Talking.'

6. 

Now the women are gathering

in smoke-filled rooms,

rough as politicians,

scrappy as club fighters.

And should anyone be surprised

if sometimes, when the white moon rises,

women want to lash out

with a cutting edge?

Saturday, September 30, 2023

September left me breathless

This month was wonder full.

Celebrated birthdays September 3. Two of my brothers also have September birthdays, so I invited all my siblings for a birthday party. It was great to see those that could make it (Kathy, Mike and Karen, Sarah and Olivia, Pat, Robin, Alex, Penny, Rob and me.)  Beautiful weather and we enjoyed the back deck and garden. Burgers, sausages and salads. Rob served cocktails. Really enjoyed everyone's company and the chance to hang out. 

September 6 Book Club, rushing home from a TMG event so I could prepare the meal for our gathering. Everyone enjoyed Orwell's Roses, my book pick, and the lively discussion. 

September 7 was my birthday and we enjoyed at home with Alex and Penny and Amita and Twincy. Rob's present this year was a Little Library. We painted it together in the basement before it opened for business. The first day a couple books disappeared and I wondered how I would keep it stocked, but books have also been appearing. Chris T. also gave me a whole bagfull. The bright Little Library is a lovely addition to the front yard. 

September 8, an overnite birthday get-away to Stratford where we saw Spamalot and Grand Magic. Dinner at Elizabeth's for fantastic food and outstanding cocktails. 

September 16 college reunion. 40+ years! Wow! Kip, John, Dave, Hugh, Alex/Runt, Alan, Tom, Jim & me. Dave instigated and John hosted in his backyard. We watched a few of our old college thesis films. Earnest efforts. Then there were the photos of our youthful selves, gazed upon by the present older selves. Very trippy. Even sitting around the table speaking with people, the youthful selves there behind the older faces. A pentimento effect. Time travel. Amazing to see everyone.

September 19 my brother Dave treated me to a birthday lunch downtown and we had a lovely tete du tete. I then treated myself to a bit of birthday shopping at what I still call the Eaton Centre.

September 20 was the 101st opening of the Toronto Symphony and there was a full orchestra for Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, Gershwin's Jazz Concerto, and Lili Boulanger. We sat in the Choir seats so had a great view of all the musicians.

September 23 was Nuit Blanche, we sampled the installations at Toronto Botanical Gardens. A projection of lights on top of forest backdrop, molecules and DNS shifting perspective. And lights embedded in a forest path for a mythical winding walk.

September 24 was a matinee at the Crow's Nest, The Master Plan. Outstanding writing, excellent performances, lots of belly laughs. A 'fictional' account of what went down when Google came to Toronto and Sidewalk Labs clashed with Waterfront Toronto. Definitely a missed opportunity and maybe not such a bad thing it didn't all come to fruition.

September 11 and 25, Uke Jam!

September 29 a visit to the Aga Khan for the Rumi exhibit, which I'd wanted to see for months. It was leaving October 1. The grounds there are so inspiring, and there was an installation called 'Listen': There is a voice that does not use words. (Rumi)

September 30 I hosted Epitourists and Laura stayed the weekend. The theme I suggested was AI, using a chat bot to select dishes based on the ingredients at hand, but Kaarina just couldn't get into it. But the main thing was to get together... and I wanted to try the ingredients Seared Ahi Tuna and Poke. These were raw fish dishes I picked up from Costco that were sitting in the freezer. Quick and easy, and quite delicious. I also tried a soup of frozen Concord grapes with a hot bone broth poured on top. Stunning! Kaarina brought a fantastic Mexican corn salad and Laura fried up some apple fritters. In the evening we were off to BPYC for a jazz night and some oysters. Sunday we did the International Authors Festival at Harbourfront.

My garden, qi gong, and yoga to nourish my mind and body.

I have been tracking my volunteer hours so I am aware how I am spending time. BPYC  totalled 26+ for the month, comprised of Board meetings, monitoring issues and mostly trying to get the By-law ready for member ratification. 

Toronto Master Gardeners kept me very busy this month, too. The monthly meeting, field trips and 20+ hours of volunteering. I ended up delivering several demos because I couldn't find volunteers. The topic was Caring for Houseplants, and though I was nervous to deliver my first one, it turned out to be a great experience for everyone (including me). It's true that one of the best ways to learn something is to teach it. Field trips to Royal Ontario Museum Herbarium and the other to Meadoway were extremely informative. The University of Guelph class on Plant Identification began, and part of the curriculum is herbaria, so there was a nice overlap with the field trip. Lots of learning!

Yes, September left me breathless and also very thankful for my time and the people I know and love on the planet.

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Book Club AGM - 2023

We've been getting together for the AGM since 2006, and together as a book club for almost 20. Pretty amazing!

There has been a core group of members through the years, but some have come and gone. One of the early members, Judy, passed away this year. Although she hadn't been to the AGM for awhile, we all felt her absence. We've decided to plant a tree in her memory. 

Over the years of a certain sequence of events has taken shape, adding to the yearly rituals. This year the Saturday festivities became a bit hectic, so there is talk of moving some of the agenda to include Friday nights. It is interesting to see how things and dynamics in the group have evolved over the years. Early days were pretty rowdy with an excess of wine and food, now we drink less and have included an annual visit to Haliburton's thrift shops as part of the itinerary. We used to meet in May, now it is June when the lake is more swimmable. One thing is constant - none of the AGMs would have been possible without Nicki hosting. I think she may be the glue that binds us together.

Looking forward to next year's books and discussions.



2023-24 BOOK BABE’S READING LIST:

SEPTEMBER 6, 2023

Diane

Orwell’s Roses

Rebecca Solnit

OCTOBER 4

Liz

Demon Copperhead

Barbara Kingsolver

NOVEMBER 1

Virginia

Pastoral Song: A Farmer’s Journey

James Rebanks

DECEMBER 6

Nicolette

#futuregen: Lessons from a Small Country

Jane Davidson

JANUARY

Possibly a Zoom to discuss what other books we are reading

FEBRUARY 7

Nicki

Fresh Water for Flowers

Valerie Perrin

MARCH 6

Sheila

The Push

Ashley Audrain

APRIL 3

Deborah

The Maid: A Novel

Nita Prose

MAY 1

Miriam

Bruno, Chief of Police

Martin Walker

AGM - JUNE 22-23, 2024

Nicki & Louise

Women Talking -  Movie & Book

Miriam Toews

JULY

No Meeting



AUGUST

No Meeting




ALTERNATE BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS:

Deborah

Freezing Order: A True Story …

Bill Browder

Diane

Stalin’s Daughter

Nothing But The Truth: A Memoir

Rosemary Sullivan

Marie Henein

Liz

Burnham Wood: A Novel

How to Change Your Mind

Eleanor Catton

Michael Pollan

Miriam

Alif the Unseen

G. Willow Wilson

Nicki

Greenwood

Michael Christie

Nicolette

Empathy

Belonging

David Johnston

Geoffrey L. Cohen

Sheila

In One Person

Childhood

John Irving

Andre Alexis

 

Sunday, November 6, 2022

Always Home


I've been reading a lot of memoir, and this is one of my favourites from the year. An 2022 Book Babes' alternate choice, it's written by Fanny Singer, daughter of Alice Waters. More of a sensory journey, with fragments of reminiscence from a privileged childhood spent in the South of France and Berkeley California. Much adored by the adults of her life, Fanny had her school lunches packed by her mom, the gifted restaraunteur and chef Alice Waters. This memoir shares recipes as well as memories. 

Here are some for my recipe file:

Salad dressing

Start by placing a clove of garlic and a 1/2 tsp sea salt in a Japanese mortar and grind to translucent paste. Cover the garlic with 1 Tbs of red wine vinegar and 1.5 Tbs of Banuls* vinegar and let sit for ten minutes so that the acid has time to mellow the heat of the allium. Whisk in scant 1/2 tsp of Dijon mustard and then 6 Tbsp of virgin olive oil, beating vigorously to emulsify. Add a grind of black pepper at the end and taste, adjusting for acid balance and salt. (enough to dress a salad for six)

*Banyuls vinegar or combo of sheery vinegar/apple cider/lemon juice

Anchovy vinaigrette

Pound a large clove of garlic and a big pinch of sea salt in mortar. Rinse and debone an anchovy and add single fillet to the pestle. Grind to a paste with garlic and add a teaspoon of lemon juice and a teaspoon of champagne vinegar. Let macerate for several minutes. Use a fork to whisk in a few glugs of olive oil (about 2:1 acid) and a generous showering of freshly ground pepper. For a more Caesar inflected sauce, add a Tbsp of finely grated parmesan. (as long as the word anchovy doesn't come up, most children will happily eat it).

Citron presse

Make a lemon infused simple syrup by putting a cup of sugar and the peel of one lemon in a saucepan with a cup of water. Bring to a boil and allow to roll for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and cool completely. Can store in refrigerator for up to a month.

To serve, put 1 Tbsp lemon syrup in a glass with a few ice cubes. Squeeze in the juice of one lemon and stir in sparkling water/water to taste. Sweeten with more syrup if desired.

Garlicky noodle soup

Combine a cup or two of cooked noodles, a minced head of garlic, and a chopped bunch of parsley in a pot of simmering chicken stock, removing a minute or two when the garlic is just blanched and the flavours have a moment to marry.

Optional: add poached chicken; add mirepoix (cook first in pan with diced carrot, celery, onion, parsnip until fragrant and semi translucent); fresh dill

Coming Home Pasta

Recipe demo

Pat's Pancakes



Friday, August 12, 2022

August Full Moon 2022

Moon was full August 11, and it surprised me on the horizon as a huge orange orb, rising behind a tree. Rob and I were sitting on our boat, enjoying the vibes down at the club.

The next night we invited Alex and Penny for dinner and watched it rise, appearing huge and full on a summer night.

Have this collection of poetry on my bedside table, keeping me company. Some classics and also several poets new to me, including the one below.










The Worshipful Company of Moonwatchers

Among moongazers there may be one
Who has disappeared from among us under years of sense and sanity,
Joined those who sleep behind curtains, drawn so thick
No light will wake him until the hour he appointed.
His evenings are spent on what he planned to do;
His early mornings are preparation for the day.

And then, after an illness perhaps, he is back
As surprised as we are each time, when, after an absence -
An interval when we are wrapped in our lives -
We are surprised by the moon. He is back
Moon-watching again; gets up in night, goes to the window
And sees the effects of a great moon roaring
Rushing like a tide through the belt of trees,
Tossing the ship of cloud bearing the effulgence
Which shows the violent busyness of this high world,
The life his sleeping household, dreaming children
And the street and whole town of safe, shut little houses
Are oblivious to.

Now once again he is out under the moon.
After the ghostly galleons of all our childhoods
The betrayed lover's moon we have crooned and sighed to
The hunter's, the bomber's moon enabling death
The harvest moon that made night day for farmers
And ended entangled in a hawthorn hedge
Like a huge football we could run to and touch.
He has gone down into the strange night garden
To watch her travel, her woe-begone face
Shifting behind the contrary wisps of clouds;
And it is as though all these moons are there:
The moon becalmed among flocked clouds,
Then suddenly reigning alone in an empty deep sky.
The moon glittering on the sea, lands away,
The little moon as frail as arrowed plane tracks
Dissolving in a summer dawn.
The blue cold wash off sterile mountains, the malign overseer
Something is there
Behind his shoulder, outside the window, at the back of the door.
He knows he has been pulled into the moon's orbit, into her circle,
That he is in air other than
The air of day.

The realm of faery, it was one time called
Where fantasy is bred, and desire shaked through the body
And the moon draws her net, pulling the tides
Of the land as she does of the sea.
[Jenny Joseph]

Saturday, July 2, 2022

2022 Book Club AGM


Our book club has been together 19+ years and read almost 200 books!!! 

Our previous two AGMs were virtual, but this year we were able to get together in person again in Haliburton at Nicki's, our gracious host for so many years.

I almost missed the AGM this year! Originally scheduled for earlier in June when I would have been in Greece, thankfully the date was moved to the end of the month. 

Warmer weather = swimming in the lake.  

Liz and I drove up Friday and so were able to spend another evening enjoying Nicki's company before the hubub of everyone's' full arrival.

I'm looking forward to discussing all the books on the reading list. Many of the alternates are now also on my 'to read.'  

So many books, such little time:

Sept:    Going There, by Katie Couric (Debra)
Oct:     Cloud Cuckooland, by Anthony Doerr (Liz)
Nov:    Unreconciled, by Jesse Wente (Sheila)
Dec:    Violeta, by Isabel Allende (Miriam)
Jan:     Looking for Jane, by Heather Marshall (Nicolette)
Feb:    - whatever you're reading - 
Mar:     State of Terror, by Louise Penny and Hilary Clinton (Nicki)
Apr:     Not my Father's Son, by Alan Cummings (Virginia)
May:    Run Towards the Danger, by Sarah Polley (Diane)
June:    Daughters of Yalta, by Catherine Grace Katz (Louise)


alternates not chosen
Sept.    Out of the Shadows, Timea Nagy (Debra)
Oct.     Foreverland - Liz?
Nov.    Out of the Sun, Esi Edugyan  (Sheila)
Dec.    The Murmur of Bees, Sofia Segovia (Miriam)
Jan.     Neglected No More, Andre Piccard (Nicolette)
Feb.    Whatever we are reading...open agenda (Diane)
Mar.    Daughter's of Yalta (Nicki)
Apr.    Always Home, Fanny Singer, (Alice Waters' daughter) (Virginia)
May    Humankind, Rutger Bregman (Diane)