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Rabbit, Run

Monday, September 12th, 2011


I’m sooo close to announcing my announcement.

Since I’m hard at work today, here’s a book review post I wrote a few years ago on a different blog.  I read it today and was reminded that I need to read the rest of this series!  Has anyone out there read the Rabbit series?  Be back soon.  -Brynna

John Updike’s Rabbit, Run was a strange experience for me.  Not too engaging, or riveting, or suspenseful.  In fact, I could definitely have stopped reading it and probably not have regretted it too much.  But it is on the list and I have time, and, mainly, I bought the book instead of borrowing it from the public library.  So I finished it.

Now, I really hate when someone else’s opinion of a book influences my opinion.  I must admit, though, that I was greatly affected upon my discovery of two of Updike’s subsequent “Rabbit” series books (Rabbit at Rest and Rabbit is Rich) on the Pulitzer prize winners list.  Needless to say, I am conflicted about this novel.

To completely (unfairly) reduce it, Rabbit, Run is a story about a discontent man.   Issues addressed are family dynamics, class issues, fidelity, tragedy, and parenting.  One of my favorite elements may be the joint “cause” of infidelity:  it is very rarely only one partner’s fault.  After Rabbit returns to his wife, everything that goes wrong is blamed on him.  This is a very interesting exaggeration of the concept of a man taking responsibility for his family.  Rabbit condemns himself just as much as others do, and finds stability in this blame.  This examination of guilt is one of the novel’s strongest points. (more…)

Keep on keepin’ on, summer.

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

It’s almost the end of summer.

I had my first craving for fall a few weeks ago, oddly enough when Eric mentioned football. (Or, maybe it wasn’t that odd — I started craving football food, specifically his mom’s chili cheese dip, not actual football games.)

September. It’s the second year in a row I’ve started the school year without school. After a lifetime of Septembers dedicated to starting a new school year, it feels strange. Especially after I kept being told, “Well, if you don’t find a job this year, you will next year!” I know I’m not the only one, but sometimes it feels like it. September means the beginning of a new year for me much more than January ever has. Yesterday I went into the office aisle to buy envelopes and could barely get through all the kids doing last minute school supply shopping.
But as I finally picked up a library book yesterday that I’ve been meaning to read for weeks and found myself flipping to the Autumn chapter, something felt wrong — and, turning pages in reverse, I settled back in on Summer. After all, it’s 90 degrees outside, produce is late this year, and I’m just barely starting to get tired of my grungy summer uniform (cut off shorts, uncute tank tops, and 3-year-old flip flops anyone?). Summer is still definitely the dominant season here, and I’m just fine with that. (more…)

Rainy day reads.

Monday, April 25th, 2011

You know which two things I’m reallllly sick of? Rain and being sick. I had my schedule all written out for today.  I was going to create and post my preliminary triathlon training schedule for y’all.

…And then I woke up feeling worse and more cold-y than yesterday. :[  Since I will no longer be running in the rain or dusting or otherwise irritating my body, I’ve decided it’s a good day to get ahead on books I’ll be teaching this quarter.

The Pearl is calling — and once I finish it, perhaps Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry or Out of the Dust?

On another note, CONGRATULATIONS to my sweet cousin and her husband on the birth of their beautiful little boy, Ethan, born yesterday!

Happy Monday,

Howard Roark, Architect.

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

The sun made lighthouses of peaked summits, they reeled, flashing long white rays over the city. The city spread out, marching in angular rows to the rivers. It stood held between two thin black arms of water. It leaped across and rolled away to a haze of plains and sky. Flat roofs descended like pedals pressing the buildings down, out of the way of her flight.


Oh, hello there.

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010

What shall I say today, since my mind insists on being in not-coming-up-with-clever-things-to-say mode?  How about not a thing.   I’ll let others say it best, who have gone before me.

Now I’m not one of those “quote people.” (You know the ones.)  But I do enjoy wisdom, irony, and cleverness.  And today I was looking up quotations by literary icons as candidates for the backs of my soon-to-come substitute teaching business cards.  Here were some I liked.

From the uber-masculine Papa, some words, soft and deep:

“All good books have one thing in common — they are truer than if they had really happened.” & “All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.”

From the sweet, solemn, and sometimes cranky Emily:

“A word is dead when it is said, some say.  I say it just begins to live that day.”

From that one dude, T.S. (Only because it would make him angry be disregarded so.  And you can bet in this quote he is talking about his own…): (more…)