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  • Review of Home by Marilynne Robinson

    HomeHome by Marilynne Robinson
    My rating: 4 of 5 stars

    I loved Gilead by Marilynne Robinson so much. The review is here: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/....

    But with Home, I had a different experience. I wasn't compelled through most of the book. At about the three-quarter mark, things started to happen and I felt my interest quicken. But here's a summary of my impressions, and my apologies to those who loved it so much they recommended it to me:

    1. I was disappointed to see this other, peevish, nasty side of Rev. Ames.
    2. I didn't like the Rev. Boughton very much at all.
    3. Jack is tedious and pathetic.
    4. Glory almost breaks free but then doesn't.

    Robinson really makes me wait for it, building my conflict between compassion and resentment for Jack. And just when I lose faith in him, there's a scene where the old misogynist/bigot Rev. Boughton asks to see Jack and his brother together in his room, and Jack insists Glory be included. As if he sees her as an equal to the men, rather than just the servant her father expects.

    In this, I felt Jack himself was a Rorschach test for the reader, in that while he seems almost feral, a man born without skin with which to hide himself from the world, easily wounded and always untrusting, you want to abandon him, but can you? If so, who are you? What are your values - what are your limits?

    So now Glory has decided to stop being codependent with her "fiancé", and switch her ministrations and self-sacrifice to her dying father and her feral brother. This is an arc? This is growth? What is Robinson's meaning, at the end of the story, when Glory decides to stay in a town she has said she hates, in a house she agrees to preserve as a monument/mausoleum to the family? It can only be read as failure to respect oneself in favor of service to others! This troubles me deeply.

    I apologize for the length of this next excerpt, but I have to reproduce it, because it's so telling:

    "(Glory) had tried to take care of (Jack), to help him, and from time to time he had let her believe she did. That old habit of hers, of making a kind of happiness for herself out of the thought that she could be his rescuer, when there was seldom much reason to believe that rescue would have any particular attraction for him. That old illusion that she could help her father with the grief Jack caused, the grief Jack was, when it was as far beyond her power to soothe or mitigate as the betrayal of Judas Iscariot. She had been alone with her parents when Jack left, and she had been alone with her father when he returned. There was a symmetry in that that might have seemed like design to her and beguiled her with the implication that their fates were indeed intertwined. Or returning herself to that silent house might simply have returned her to a s state of mind more appropriate to her adolescence. A lonely schoolgirl at thirty-eight. Now, there was a painful thought.

    "She recalled certain moments in which she could see that Jack had withdrawn from her and was looking through or beyond her, making some new appraisal of her trustworthiness, perhaps, or her usefulness, or simply and abruptly losing interest in her together with whatever else happened just then...She found no consistency in these moments, nothing she could interpret. He was himself. That is what their father had always said, and by it he had meant that Jack was jostled along in the stream of (the family's) vigor and purpose and their good intentions, their habits and certitudes, and was never really a part of any of it. He had eaten their food and slept beneath their roof, wearing the clothes and speaking the dialect of their slightly self-enamored and distinctly clerical family..."

    God! Who hasn't known people like this - men like this, children like this - who take and take and take from an ever-hopeful spouse or family and yet never seem quite able to be satisfied, or fulfilled, or happy! When all the sacrificial loving family member ever wants is for that feral person to be happy. Or at least safe.

    Like I said, Rorschach.

    And in this, I have to admit, Robinson delivers again, most profoundly, in pulling back the curtains and showing us, right down to the faint beat of a pulse along a pale wrist, the impact on a family of such a lone wolf. Not that the wolf doesn't suffer. Not that we don't all feel empathy as we struggle to surface from this mire, gulping and gasping air, sorry for Glory who remains below, yet intent on saving ourselves.

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  • Review of The Beginner’s Goodbye by Anne Tyler

    The Beginner's GoodbyeThe Beginner's Goodbye by Anne Tyler
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    After reading some of the reviews, I felt a bit off-kilter, as if I'm seeing something that wasn't intended by the author.

    Nevertheless, here's my impression: this story is about a man who, because of his physical limitations, resists closeness with other people, to the point that he marries a woman who seems certain to want the same, arm's length relationship. It's only after she dies that he begins to sense that he was wrong about that. During the grieving process, he comes to realize he's been living an arm's-length life.

    I love stories about people who come out of a fog and change their lives, empowered by the realization that they've been missing something important - that their reasoning was flawed, but it doesn't have to remain that way. And Anne Tyler is such a great wordsmith, anything she writes is wonderful. This book is perhaps a bit too subtle to win the raving applause it deserves.

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  • Review of Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg

    Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to LeadLean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead by Sheryl Sandberg
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    As I read Lean In, I was intrigued at being able to get inside the head of a dynamic, smart woman who is one generation younger than me, and see the corporate world through her eyes. One of the cultural questions she answered for me was this: why are younger women so averse to the terms "feminist" and "feminism"? Apparently, Sheryl Sandberg and her contemporaries believe(d) the following:

    1. Equality having arrived, there's no need for feminism anymore
    2. Feminists are man-haters who resist makeup and the shaving of one's legs

    Okay, #2 was a bit tongue-in-cheek. However, having observed conditions in the real world for a few years now, Sandberg has come to see that the playing field is not and will not be level until more women occupy positions of power in the corporate hierarchy. She doesn't suggest that this is due to any malicious intent on the part of men, but rather it's simply a matter of ignorance.

    To illustrate, she describes having to park far away from her office door when hugely and uncomfortably pregnant. When she designated preferred parking spots to accommodate pregnant workers, no one complained. It was seen as logical. But prior to her taking her place in the C-suite, the issue hadn't been raised.

    Sandberg talks about not slowing down out of consideration for what might happen in the nebulous future. The example she gives, now famous, is of a young woman confiding her fears of not wanting to accept a job with a lot of responsibility due to the impact it might have on her family. The woman was planning ahead - she didn't even have a boyfriend yet.

    With this example, Sandberg makes the point that women, having been highly trained and educated, are waving off promotional opportunities. The jury is still out as to why, but she suggests, and I agree, that part of the reason is this: in corporate America, a woman's decision to go through pregnancy, childbirth, lactation, and child-rearing is viewed as a private matter that should not impact her ability to work long hours and irregular schedules, including lengthy and frequent travel as needed. Rightly fearing this may drive her insane, a woman who wants a family may leap off the corporate ladder at a very early stage.

    Sandberg argues that if a young woman stayed on it long enough to secure a more powerful position, she would be able to exert more control over her work life (a perspective the young woman must trust will happen, since at her current low place on the corporate ladder she can only see her lack of power and control.) After a few promotions, she will be able to delegate some of her work to subordinates, afford more help at home, and influence workplace policies that unfairly impact women and families. Who can find fault with this argument?

    Sandberg is honest about her own mistakes, and I found that charming. For example, I was amazed that, for all her intelligence and education, she didn't originally intend to negotiate her starting salary with Facebook. Luckily a nice man (her husband) set her straight, and she made a counter offer to Zuckerberg. Reams of guidance have been written about how this error could have impeded her in later years, both at Facebook and with future employers, yet she didn't know. For other women who have not yet made this horrifying discovery, please read Ask for It by Babcock and Laschever (http://www.amazon.com/Ask-Women-Power...) which in addition to being enlightening and entertaining, offers tons of strategies for preparing yourself to negotiate. And not just for salaries. After reading that book I saved $150 on furniture I was going to buy anyway, by asking one question.

    But back to Lean In.

    I was also surprised that she wasn't well informed about how women can sabotage other women in the workplace, particularly women in power. This is an unfortunate truth with roots in biology, and is brilliantly explained in the amazing book, In the Company of Women by Heim and Murphy (http://www.amazon.com/Company-Women-I...) which I reviewed here:
    http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/... This also suggests the reasons Sandberg was hit with such a backlash for the well-intentioned Lean In.

    There is so much more to say about Lean In, but let me close with this: I enjoyed learning how this stellar corporate executive struggled, made mistakes, and ultimately learned some strategies that will enable her, her family, and the women (and men) in her corporation to thrive. It's not perfect, and sometimes it's not even pretty, but part of the lesson is to let go of the need for perfection.

    The other message, younger women, is to get as far and as fast as you can before starting your families. Don't opt out just because it looks too hard from where you're sitting now. The view improves with each rung on the ladder.

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Middle-Aged Woman Grows Balls!

I watched the door close behind the mammo-tech. She went to ask the radiologist if anything more would be needed. Left alone in the xray room with the boob masher machine, I glared at the thing. It had a little pink ribbon decal on the side.

“Fuck you,” I whispered.

I had been called back for another look after a recent mammogram. And now they want to schedule an ultrasound. Yes, there’s a little tiny thing. I hate to even use the word, it’s so freighted. But yes, the word was mass. And they have to see if it’s benign or not.

You know what my reaction was? Bring it.

When you get old, you get wrinkles and all kinds of stupid stuff that you don’t want. But you know what you maybe also get? Tough.

I’m tired of being scared. I’m ready for fearlessness. I’m entering the Crone stage, I think. Put a cape over my shoulders and a giant C on my chest. Read it any way you want, I’m feeling awesome. Powerful.

I’ve had more than my share of health alerts and surgeries in my 57 years. Enough that when I got this latest, I think the radiologist was thrown by all the ‘tude coming at her.

Whatever happens, happens. Do what you gotta. Life is good.

I dedicate this post to my friend who is in the middle of being treated for an aneurysm behind her eye, and to my other friend who just recovered her 17-handicap three years after her aneurysm – in her brain. To my three girlfriends who were recently widowed. To my 86-year-old mom who is hoping to drive as soon as her broken leg heals.

LIFE: BRING. IT.

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  1. Lynne,

    First off, I hope/pray the ultrasound shows that this is nothing. I’ve been through this procedure myself (plus a biopsy) and think I can understand some of how it feels for you. Secondly, with your strength, attitude, and “bring it” mentality, I know you can handle whatever life dishes out. Yes, you do have balls and they’re powerful. Please keep us updated–I know your friends and your readers are pulling for you.

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    • Thank you, Eileen. The main point I wanted to make is that I am tired of being scared. I was brought up by two frightened people – they did their best, but they had been battered early by life! – and I am SICK of creeping around, always carrying an umbrella. I have reached a point where I would rather get hit by a truck than creep anymore. And that is the gift of maturity I wanted to share.

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  2. Kathy

     /  July 8, 2011

    Powerful, Lynne, you have all my love.

    I know this feeling, as repeatedly I’ve had to go for “those” ultra-sounds…and this last mammogram came back with no recommendation for a follow up. In my case, this time, my relief was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe it! Even though we whisper, or shout, got to hell you little mass, and telling life we are strong, there is a little part of us that is scared, and I understand this.

    I had asked my doctor why she thought I didn’t have to go for the ultra-sound, why they didn’t find anything, this time. I asked if it had anything to do with getting off of the hormone replacement drug I had been on for years. She said YES! So, for anyone out there who is taking those drugs, think about it twice. Both of my doctors, cardiologist, and internist, told me to get off of them NOW.

    The unfortunate thing, for me, is that the side effect of not taking the hormone replacement was horrible, I went into deep depression. I finally connected the dots, and confided this to my doctor. She said this was not uncommon, and I was given medication that helped immensely. I can handle the hot flashes, but not the depression!

    I guess what I’m saying is, Lynne, all of us need to get those mammograms, get those check ups; ask questions, and be aware of what your body is telling you. Yes, as we get older, there are many things that routine doctor’s visits can help prevent in early stages.

    All my best wishes, and strength,
    Kathy

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    • Kathy, I was at a breast cancer conference in San Antonio almost ten years ago when they interrupted a main speaker to announce new findings in the relationship between HR and breast cancer. Not every time, not for every woman, but it was definitely implicated. You are right about vigilance. Thanks for reminding us.

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  3. Dear Lynne,
    First of all my thoughts and prayers are with you as you deal with yet another medical battle. I love your spirit and spunk in the face if it. I know you’ll go at it guns a blazin’ and I admire your refusal to give in to it. KInd of reminds me of when I railed at God when the cancer returned. At first I piously accepted” His “will until one day I got pissed off and yelled out “You are the great miraclemaker so go make me a miracle. I not only wanted one, I expected one and refused to accept anything less.Yes, Lynne, Bring.It.On. I know will do whatever it takes to live life on your own terms. I will be cheering you on. My thoughts and prayers are with you every step of the way.

    Sending positive vibes and blessings across the miles,

    Love ya, dear friend,
    Kathy

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    • Kathy, you have been there! Nobody speaks with more authority than a veteran, and I know you are a believer who would have to be seriously pissed off before yelling at God! I draw strength from your power. Thanks.

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  4. Trish

     /  July 8, 2011

    I’ve had 2 biopsies plus repeat mammos or ultrasound every other time – it sucks and it’s scary and I never get used to it. I applaud your balls – or should we say ovaries?! Guess the pain & privilege of growing older includes putting up with stuff like this and if we haven’t grown a pair by now, we better do it soon. As someone said, aging ain’t for sissys. Wishing you the best, Lynne!

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    • Trish, you are not kidding about aging not for sissies. When I mentioned my friends and all the crap they’re going thru…all you can do is throw back your shoulders and roar.

      Bring it on, Life! Do your best – you cannot but make me laugh.

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  5. Attitude is good. Attitude helps you to survive. And something to get your teeth into, something to be passionate about.

    That’s official. I had it from the horse’s mouth.

    You’ll make it.

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    • Friko, you came in from the garden and read my post. I am honored! Folks, if you don’t know it, Friko is a very popular poster in England, with an absolutely magical garden on the edge of castle ruins. But wait, there’s more! Check her out:
      http://frikosmusings.blogspot.com/

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  6. Lynne, you’re in my thoughts and prayers — hope everything turns out okay for you. Life and aging aren’t for sissies! None of us are guaranteed a single minute of a single day — I believe the idea isn’t to creep into Heaven marooned beneath blankets but to slide in with a grin on our faces, saying, “Wow, what a ride!”

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  7. I’m right there with you, Lynne, having gone through this and then some two years ago. Life is too short NOT to have balls!

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  8. You are an inspiration warrior, Lynne. We need fearless training camp and you’d be my favorite camp counselor. I want a tshirt with your words – Life: Bring. It.

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    • Linda, it’s 5:20 a.m. and I’m laughing. Thanks for your comment. I’m flattered beyond words.

      With age, we should have developed plenty of guts. Lets find them and share them with each other. Lets become tough old broads together. I think it’s like an untapped bank account. My shrink used to say you get good at whatever you practice. We -and society – haven’t practiced fearlessness in older age. We’ve practiced youth, and the imitation thereof. We’ve practiced giving. What else? It was on the tip of my tongue.

      Oh yeah. Forgetfulness!

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  9. WONDERFUL message, Lynne! I’m with Linda R – Life: Bring it!

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  10. I am so honored to be reading all these wonderful affirmations from my peers! I thank God there are all of you out there that have such magical words to express my deepest thoughts and emotions! Keep writing, my sisters! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

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  11. Vonnie

     /  July 12, 2011

    Hey Lynne,
    I know we emailed privately, but just wanted to stop by and give you my undying support during this x\@$%&X& time. Suddenly, I wanted to swear so there it is. lol

    I love the last line of your post – Life: Bring. It. YOu should use it in your email signature. Nobody will mess with you, girl. xoxoxo

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  12. This is the best line in this post: “I’m tired of being scared. I’m ready for fearlessness.”

    I think we are habituated to giving away our authority to fear. It’s time to stop it. If we see fear not as an emotion but as an entity that wants to take over and control our lives, it puts things in a different perspective. We can choose between fearful or powerful.

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    • Thanks for the comment, Wendy. I truly believe in “fake it until you make it” or, as a mentor used to say, “change the behavior and the feelings will follow.” So I am practicing fearlessness, and it feels good. Sometimes I notice my posture is fearful, notably when I am feeling frustrated or powerless, so I am beginning to adopt this practice: I throw back my shoulders, expand my lungs and put my chin up a bit. It is a physical change that causes a mental change. What a cool little thing to know.

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  13. Lynn:

    As they used to say in the old days, “I like your spunk!” But seriously, spunk is what it takes to grow older, particularly as a woman, and I doubt there’s one woman in our age range who hasn’t felt that sting of fear you speak about over a dubious mammogram or some other such test. It’s part of the human journey, to slowly fall apart, but we have it within ourselves to keep moving enough to hold on to our vigor, keep thinking enough to hold on to our brains, and keep creating enough to hold on to the vitality and artfulness that makes us exactly who we are. Great post. Stay fearless!

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  • Review of Private Life by Jane Smiley

    Private LifePrivate Life by Jane Smiley
    My rating: 3 of 5 stars

    Maybe this book is better than my capacity to appreciate. I don't tend toward writing that is obscure, or dense (or makes me feel dense). However, sometimes it's better to roll along with the storytelling and let the deeper meaning work its way up from subconscious to conscious.

    The ending of this book is extremely powerful. Margaret, due to the traumatic incident that happened when she was five, lived in a fog her entire life, married to a wacko genius, and not waking up until she was in her sixties and everything/everyone is sad and tired. Yet she seems to catch fire, fueled by bitterness, in the very last 3 sentences of the epilogue. It was a long time to wait for the enlightenment.

    I gave the book 3 stars because there's too much backstory too soon, making it hard for me to develop an interest. Once there, I felt frustrated at the repetitious nature of Margaret's obtuseness, even though she's a bright woman, and her deferring to Andrew, even though this is what people - women especially - do.

    It went on for her whole life! That she was living in a cloud due to, I believe, the trauma of the childhood incident, and that she was ill served by those around her, didn't make it any easier to like this story. I know Smiley is a master writer, and I feel like a goof not giving her a better rating, but this is my honest reaction.

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  • Review of Up At The Villa by Somerset Maugham

    Up at the VillaUp at the Villa by W. Somerset Maugham
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    Very much enjoyed this short book, which I read in one night. The settings are lush, dialogue snappy, and the characters realistic and strong. The plot and writing are compelling. I enjoyed it because a theme might be, "people are not what they appear to be." A character acts one way and you think, okay, he's good and upstanding. And maybe he IS, but the "why" of it is enlightening. Maugham is a respected author for a reason. What talent! A very good story.

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  • Review of Benediction by Kent Haruf

    BenedictionBenediction by Kent Haruf
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    Ever in search of stories about midlife and beyond, I set up a page on facebook (www.Facebook.com/midlife.fiction) and asked for suggestions. I got 38 great recommendations, and I hope to read and review every one of them. Herewith, then: Benediction by Kent Haruf. What a masterpiece.

    Benediction centers around an elderly man who is dying, but the story encompasses many rich characters, and their small stories touched me. In fact, I think this is what made the book so special for me: I saw a little bit of myself in each of them. Each one resonated. I felt again what it was like to be a lost little girl, a lonely divorcee, a misunderstood introspective, a grieving wife, a person who is coping with serious illness. I longed for the small-town atmosphere described here (the Fourth of July fireworks over the high school football field is a stellar short story all by itself.)

    Although the central character is dying, the book is not negative. Far from it - Benediction reflects on the everyday goodness (and tawdriness) of people. His characters are beset by the normal difficulties of life yet buoyed by simple beauties and kindnesses.

    Yet, nothing in Haruf's writing is overly dramatic or in the least saccharine. In fact, that's one of the aspects of Benediction I enjoyed the most: being surprised by tears on the completion of a plainly-written paragraph, phrase or description.

    I couldn't stop reading excerpts to my husband, since he also loves beautifully crafted writing. This book put me in mind of Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. If I could describe it in one word, it would be "elegiac."

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