Today is the release date for The Rhythm of Family. I will be treating myself to this book at some point in the (I hope very near) future.
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I have recently devoured Every Last One. I loved the detail, the every little vignette, simply created. The book could have been longer, I thought, to develop the story a bit more before we hit the climax, but now that I think about it, I think that has more to do with perspective than storyline. As in, we are only getting what we have access to through the point of view of the narrator. (Oh, this is one of those times I seriously miss my many, many lit classes. I need a book club.)
That book's going back to the library domani, but I have plenty more books on my to-read list.
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Pic and I have just finished and restarted James and the Giant Peach. I can't read too much at once because some of the voices, especially Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, start to strain my throat. (However, it's all worth it when Pic's reading and "doing voices" also. I love that.)
I remember reading this book about a million times when I was in elementary school. I think those who were Pic's age a decade ago might have had some interesting conversations with their parents regarding the landing of the peach in New York: the characters experience a bomb scare. I wonder how teachers and parents handled this, or if they even did, ten years ago.
There's also a strange moment when Old-Green-Grasshopper is horrified by a crowd of Cloud-Men and cries that rather than hear about the creatures, he'd "...rather be fried alive and eaten by a Mexican!" That was just odd and rubbed me a bit wrong. Because Mexicans are scary cannibals? Or, they were? I know I notice this more because la mia famiglia* is half-Mexican. I'm guessing Dahl was just figuring that nationality sounded exotic.
Okay, I'm finished overthinking this because Cardo is waiting for me to come watch a movie with him. And, because I think I've thought about it enough.
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* Yes, that's Italian, not Spanish. It's all superficially multicultural here in the pond tonight. ;)
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Edited to add: Um, duh. Duh, duh, duh. I didn't stop thinking the line from the book and it's a good thing. Old-Green-Grasshopper. Old. Green. Grasshopper. As in, he's an insect, not a person. Yes, duh.
I just asked Cardo if people in Mexico eat grasshoppers and he said they do in some states. And, then he described how they are prepared.
I really need to turn off my hyper-over-sensitivity radar, methinks.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
a bit of lit: upcoming and outgoing [and a big fat DUH]
Posted by v at 22:06
Labels: library, life learning, notes and queries
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I spent a summer in Oaxaca, and they did indeed eat grasshoppers there. I decided to give it a try, so I bought a bag at the local market. I took the teensiest of bites, decided I couldn't eat the rest, and offered it to an older woman who I bought a piece of ceramic from. She was thrilled to accept them, and when I snuck by a bit later, I saw here eating them in her lunch. They also served them at bars, much like eating peanuts. It was not for me.
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