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I'm happy to have that addiction fueled. My kids might feel differently when I kick it, but whatever.

I have a Kindle. It sits unused. The closest thing to online reading I do is NPR and NY Times on my iPhone.
Hey, wait. We have the same birthday, don't we. :)

What she seemed to be talking about is discrimination, plain and simple.

She has some really good points. And - curiously - she makes me want to write out of sheer proving my own ambitious storytelling desires. Many of the books she mentions simply fell flat for me not in their ambition to change the novel or tell a big story, but in how far into being human they were willing to go/avoid, which to me... lacks ambition.
And the women she mentions -- I could be totally wrong because this is anecdotal, I am not writing a thesis and I'm not "trained" to see these things --- it's like they're looking through a different camera. It's like the camera can't zoom out FAR enough, or at least, it's not zooming out as far as the camera the big swinging dick writers seem to be using. Maybe that can be labeled Ambition too.

Leo Rising. :)

Other than that I am sailing through the book as though it's my own story, and she does an incredible job with what it feels like to be in a tropical climate and how it feels to be in a foreign country alone... I mean...
Though I will say, I do tire of the Bohjalian-like "medical crisis" stuff sometimes. It doesn't seem to be the central piece of the book, though, so I guess it has that going for it.



He and I talked about staying for like 3 nights at Jonny's then moving to other accommodations for that whole creature comfort-shower-bed thing.


I will be starting this book this weekend so I wanted to get the thread rolling for anyone else who might be inclined to join in.
Diane Rehm's interview with her: http://thedianerehmshow.org/shows/201...
Also, just FYI, her tour information -- she is coming to Chicago in June and I do believe she might be reading at the same bookstore our very own JE read at:
http://www.annpatchett.com/tour.html

To have people from countries governed by aristocracy, roots firmly planted in feudalism and people minding their place generation to generation, arrive at a place where none of those rules exist, where you have the freedom to define yourself and it's not going to be by title or having land, must have been jarring for everyone involved. How does one behave? How does one "get" stuff? Certainly they had the abundance of land and natural resources, and with that at their fingertips it was relatively easy for all to live in abundance. It could easily have become a more communal, cooperative society, had the people who lived there chosen it.
But humans, in their need to organize, count, and assign value, had to find another means to compete, to establish rank, because aristocratic, colonial rule was not that far behind them. It makes sense to me that this would end up being transactional and financial.
All that said, we pretty quickly found a way to establish an oligarchy - one only needs to visit Monticello to understand that.

So what I see is a writer trying to get that right, and that's difficult to do and swing for fences (which I also like much, much more - I want what I read to defy, extend and challenge my perceptions). I feel like he tries with Parrot's life experiences.
I don't disagree that he handled the discussion of American "character" well, actually. I do think that part of Carey's point is to expose the extrapolation that doesn't always hold up in the cold light of day; also, to remind us what the vantage point was of the person who wrote DiA. Take the rocking chair quote I posted above. You could read it and say that a piece of furniture says nothing about the people who use it, how ridiculous, or you could read it and say, yes, like an archeological dig, our objects say a lot about the people who create and use them.
Also, we are talking about a radically smaller population that had some very similar struggles to face, at least at some level, so the generalizations make more sense here -- particularly the social mobility and reinvention of self part. I just couldn't help but to think about my "most Americans" experience when I came home and started reading about American character.


It bothered me. Like, a lot.
My friend Alan (new to the group this year, but not participating in this group read) made the quite accurate point that saying "most Americans" is flat out intellectually lazy.
Rather than tell my son how mistaken he was (and seeing how much this state of affairs upset me), Alan decided to start calling the group of kids at the house "Most Americans" -- e.g. "most Americans should be getting their coats on" or "most Americans aren't very good at Mario Kart" to simply, gently, and clearly point out just how logically fallacious it is to make sweeping generalizations.
I couldn't help but think of this book as we all joined in on the joke.

Here, in this compartment perfectly constructed for the contemplation of the American sublime, was placed the inevitable machine, that awful monument to democratic restlessness -- a rocking chair.
Oh Blacqueville, I wish you were here to see these Americans. They are the most turbulent, unpeaceful, least-contented people, far worse than Italians or Greeks. Clearly there is nothing less suited to meditation than democracy. You will never find, as in aristocracies, one class that sits back in its own comfort and another that will not stir itself because it despairs of ever improving its status. In America, everyone is in a state of agitation: some to attain power, others to grab wealth, and when they cannot move, they rock. They dig canals, they tear along the rivers in a rage of machinery, the engines pumping like sawyers in a pit, the shores denuded of their ancient trees. Napoleon restored the fortunes of France by plunder, and a similar economic principle is here being enacted, the mower splintering the scythe, the smokestack eating up the wind. And there will be acres more of it to pillage if Old Hickory has his way.
It is strange, in New York and Philadelphia, to see the feverish enthusiasm which accompanies Americans' pursuit of prosperity and the way they are ceaselessly tormented by the vague fear that they have failed to choose the shortest route to achieve it.
p. 237
