I am alive! Who would have guessed it? Not anyone reading this blog. You would have thought I had finally nailed myself into a coffin with my worsted weight noose, but NO! I am still here! I am still knitting and reading, but with this PhD program, suddenly writing isn’t something I really want to do in my spare time anymore. Which is a pity. So we’ll have ourselves a little catch-up post here, and then maybe I can keep a little better track of things after that.
So last you heard, I had read The Beautiful and the Damned and it was a stirring experience. After that, I figured it was time for some comfort food…book style. So I used the power of my Kindle to find all those wonderful little Arthurian romance/legend novels I loved so much. I read Persia Woolley’s Guinevere Trilogy, which is a long time favorite of mine. I found the third book at a library book sale back in late middle school. The cover was SUPER romance novelly — Guinevere sitting on a throne with billowing red hair, an look of defiance, and full, painted lips with a brilliant velvet dress spilling onto the floor around her. It was definitely a cover I was embarrassed to be seen with — I think I read most of it at home. But you know the old saying…regardless of the crazy artwork, the third book is fantastic — the fall of Camelot, with relate-able characters who I really grew to love. Eventually, I went back to the library and found the first two books, which were fun, too, but the third one takes the cake. Rereading them again after so many years was comforting and provided a fantastic escape from the stress of starting my graduate education.
I also struck out on new Arthurian territory, with a book called Gawain and Lady Green by Anne Eliot Crompton. The author has also written an excellent and unique Arthurian legend called Merlin’s Harp, which I devoured in high school. Merlin’s Harp is a feminist retelling through the eyes of Nimue, but it isn’t easily recognizable as the Arthurian tale. Not at first. The main character only hops in on the tale we’re all familiar with every now and then. Gawain and Lady Green is, as you English majors out there might expect, a retelling of Gawain and the Green Knight. It’s cute, and also comfort-foody, and unique again — if you don’t know the story of Gawain, you might not recognize the novel for what it is. But I’m not sure you can only enjoy it if you know the story…I could see many a young adult enjoying this book simply for itself.
I also received a book from meine Mutti-in-law, called Bringing Up Bebe — One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting by Pamela Druckerman. HIGHLY recommend! Especially if you’ve ever been weirded out by the stress American culture brings into parenting. If you’ve ever stumbled upon the kind of crazy that only we Americans can come up with on Facebook or blogs — fatwa on [insert trend here], why aren’t you afraid of this? don’t you realize how your child’s life will be RUINED if they do thing x? — then you know what I mean. This book is the perfect remedy. It helped me breath a sigh of relief, that we weren’t raising Patrick like a weirdo — we were kind of raising him like a little Frenchman. Which he is, to a certain percentage point. The section on food is fantastic. I wish I could enroll in a creche and eat like that — amazing. A really fun read that helped me feel like I wasn’t the only one who thought our society’s expectation that being a mother = living in a constant state of freak-out is a bogus expectation.
Devil’s Advocate: Obviously, if you’re not freaking out, you’re not paying attention. Am I right, America?!? Who’s with me?!? Let’s be sure to stress ourselves out about every feature of our child’s life, because if we don’t, then mass ax-murdering is CERTAINLY in their future. (Did I conjugate that correctly?)
Then, Christmas rolled around, and I got a couple books for the jolly holiday! The first one I read was from Drew, a T.C. Boyle novel that took place in our new home. It’s called When the Killing’s Done and it was excellent. By far the best of his novels I’ve read. Subtle themes that progressed as the plot unfolded, characters who were true to themselves throughout, and realistic to boot. Really excellent. A literary treat, after all my Arthur comfort diving. It also takes place in …drumroll… the Channel Islands National Park! Right across the ocean from us! And parts of it take place in our HOME — Ventura, Oxnard, Santa Barbara, Ojai — so fun! Nothing like a book based on where you live to make you feel special. Of course, almost all the boats in it sink to the bottom of the sea, and it does live up to it’s title, but…it’s still kind of a trip.
Let’s start with that for now. I’ve got three more books to add, plus the one I am currently reading. But I think if I don’t publish this post now, it may be the end of poor little Knitquip: the blog. And I can’t have that. PUBLISH!