Monday, May 30, 2011

Book Review: Art and Madness by Anne Roiphe

Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason  Anne Roiphe is the National Book Award Finalist for Fruitful a Memoir.Her first book Digging Out(Memoir)  came out 3 years after her  rock marriage to Jack Richardson ended in 1963.Before writing 18 more books she was still living vicarously through other writers  such as Doc Humes, George Plimpton, and William  Styron.  This memoir Art and Madness covers those years where women were not
supposed to want anything beyond a home and family.  In the 1950's a career was not something you aspired to.
An respectable girl didn't aspire to a career.Anyone who has ever feel in love with pen and paper knows it's
an insatiable and unexplainable need.  I am not  rationalizing the affairs with the married writers but I do understand the need.Two things that struck me as odd one that girls were allowed to knit socks for their boyfriends in their college classes and two that so many wanted to knit socks for their boyfriends/fiancees.  They couldn't just go buy the  socks from the store? College education ain't cheap I think I would've wanted my money's worth! Seriously before I go off on a tangent the other thing I found interesting about the author in general was the fact  that it wasn't until 1978 article that she wrote about how her family displayed their Christmas tree setting
off a whirlwind of  criticism within the Jewish community ,that the author started to explore more Jewish themes  in her writing and would later receive the Jewish Cultural Achievement Award for the Literary Awards from the National Foundation for Jewish culture in June 7 2004.

My overall impression: reading this book was like trying to have an intelligent conversation with someone on a bumper car ride.  As soon as I was  getting interested in a certain year the author would suddenly jump back to 1953 or fast forward to 1961 making difficult  to stay with the story and knocking me off balance just like a bumper car ride would.  Her writing was exquisite,but hard to enjoy.  I don't have a problem with the author  exploring different years, but  unlike Running the Books by Mr. Stienberg it just didn't have that flow. I gave the book 3 and 1/2 stars out of 5.  
FTC DISCLOSURE    I would like to thank Doubleday for giving me the opportunity to review this book.
I dont  get any money from them but I am an Amazon Associate


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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Clenched soul by Pablo Neuruda

The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems (Bilingual Edition) (English and Spanish Edition)


We have lost even this twilight
Noone saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue  night dropped on the world
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in 
the distant mountain tops
Sometimes a  piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand

I remembered you with
my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
 Saying what?
 Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
When I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like
a hurt dog at my feet.

Always , always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues

Monday, May 30, 2011

Book Review: Art and Madness by Anne Roiphe

Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason  Anne Roiphe is the National Book Award Finalist for Fruitful a Memoir.Her first book Digging Out(Memoir)  came out 3 years after her  rock marriage to Jack Richardson ended in 1963.Before writing 18 more books she was still living vicarously through other writers  such as Doc Humes, George Plimpton, and William  Styron.  This memoir Art and Madness covers those years where women were not
supposed to want anything beyond a home and family.  In the 1950's a career was not something you aspired to.
An respectable girl didn't aspire to a career.Anyone who has ever feel in love with pen and paper knows it's
an insatiable and unexplainable need.  I am not  rationalizing the affairs with the married writers but I do understand the need.Two things that struck me as odd one that girls were allowed to knit socks for their boyfriends in their college classes and two that so many wanted to knit socks for their boyfriends/fiancees.  They couldn't just go buy the  socks from the store? College education ain't cheap I think I would've wanted my money's worth! Seriously before I go off on a tangent the other thing I found interesting about the author in general was the fact  that it wasn't until 1978 article that she wrote about how her family displayed their Christmas tree setting
off a whirlwind of  criticism within the Jewish community ,that the author started to explore more Jewish themes  in her writing and would later receive the Jewish Cultural Achievement Award for the Literary Awards from the National Foundation for Jewish culture in June 7 2004.

My overall impression: reading this book was like trying to have an intelligent conversation with someone on a bumper car ride.  As soon as I was  getting interested in a certain year the author would suddenly jump back to 1953 or fast forward to 1961 making difficult  to stay with the story and knocking me off balance just like a bumper car ride would.  Her writing was exquisite,but hard to enjoy.  I don't have a problem with the author  exploring different years, but  unlike Running the Books by Mr. Stienberg it just didn't have that flow. I gave the book 3 and 1/2 stars out of 5.  
FTC DISCLOSURE    I would like to thank Doubleday for giving me the opportunity to review this book.
I dont  get any money from them but I am an Amazon Associate


.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Clenched soul by Pablo Neuruda

The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems (Bilingual Edition) (English and Spanish Edition)


We have lost even this twilight
Noone saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue  night dropped on the world
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in 
the distant mountain tops
Sometimes a  piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand

I remembered you with
my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
 Saying what?
 Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
When I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like
a hurt dog at my feet.

Always , always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues

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