Kingbird Highway by Kenn Kaufman

A sixteen year old boy from Kansas takes his fascination for birds to the highest level in his quest to locate and identify birds in the US and Mexico in the early 1970s. As Kaufman clarifies in the early pages of his memoir, he can’t accept what he does as ‘birdwatching’ because that has a passive connotation. Rather, his story describes the passionate, and in his case, relentless act of ‘birding’. Kaufman decides to attempt what is known as “A Big Year”, a competition to tally a staggering 600+ bird species in a single calendar year.

Think for a moment about the pre-cellphone, pre-Google maps era as people traveled great distances to follow the enigmatic patterns of migratory birds over the course of a year. Now, imagine being broke, no income, no car and no permanent place to call home and you begin to envision the determination this quest required. Aside from coordinated meetings with fellow birders at seasonal events and specific locations, Kaufman hitchhiked across the nation, and astoundingly even up into the farthest reaches of Alaska, to find and tally “his” birds. The weather alone proved challenging, not to mention finding reliable, safe rides. He spent countless hours standing on the roads of America watching cars and trucks pass him by.

With wonderfully descriptive chapter titles like; Finding the Road, California Influence, Strategy and Hard Weather, To the Promised Landfill, Dry Tortugas, A Thousand Miles of Gravel, The Edge of the World, Exhausting the Possibilities, and Border Patrol, the reader comes to appreciate the many decisive points along the journey. The inclusion of a map showing the route described in each chapter is invaluable as the saga unfolds. Of course, there are good illustrations of a handful of birds which are credited to Kenn Kaufman himself. Kaufman is also the author of the Kaufman Field Guide to Birds of North America, a bible in the hands of those who know a little or a lot about birding.

Does the young guy achieve the highest tally of the year? No spoiler here, but as the quest wears him out, and still exhilarates him, the author learns a lifetime’s worth of sacrifice and reward.

 

The Hare with Amber Eyes A Family’s Century of Art & Loss

Edmund De Waal

This true account of the author’s ancestors between 1871 and 2009 moves along slowly, almost serenely, and I believe with good reason. His focus from the beginning of this archival labor of love is an inherited 264 piece collection of Japanese netsuke.

Don’t know what those are? Neither did I, and I realize that while the author includes photos of people and places, maps and a family tree, I wish he would have included a photo or illustration of these treasures. I found this article in The Guardian which highlights just a few.

ne·tsu·ke/ˈnetso͝oˌkē,ˈnets(ə)ˌkā/

  1. a small carved ornament, especially of ivory or wood, worn as part of Japanese traditional dress as a toggle by which an article may be attached to the sash of a kimono.

The Ephrussi family banking empire began in Odessa, and their wealth and prestige grew as they ultimately lived in Paris, Switzerland and Austria. The author takes his time describing the family members. They were art collectors, businessmen, ladies of society, lawyers, engineers, and they also happened to be Jewish at a dangerous time in history.

Anti-semitism compelled them to leave Paris, but nothing could help them avoid the night of March 11, 1938 when their slowly unraveling freedoms and peace came to a cataclysmic end in the Anchluss.

The netsuke collection’s amazing journey and survival give De Waal a rope to pull the story from letters, archives and interviews. It’s a testament to holding on to things and letting go as well. Perhaps they are simply too precious to him to share a photo with us, the readers of his story.

Things We Learned From Our Moms

L.G. Emerson, guest author

Jean Emerson

Years ago, my mother requested me to write down 7 things I learned from her. Apparently the Ladies Guild at her church in upstate New York were inspired by the pastor to take on this project. I thought about it for weeks, jotting down ideas in an old grammar school composition book. And then it slowly evolved into a poem. I share this with you for several reasons. It not only brought a lot of joy to my mother but it synthesized thoughts and emotions that otherwise were muddled and lost in one’s mind. I believe writing is complimentary therapy to reading and talking. It helps organize thoughts and experiences, establishes cause and effects, resolves lingering issues and heals old wounds.  I encourage you to try it. Even if your mother has passed away, it still is a lovely way to cherish her life. Happy Mother’s Day!

7 Things I Learned From My Mom

When I was just five, you kept me alive.
I lied still in an old cedar chest,
And I learned that I was blessed.
I needed you then- you were always my friend!
 
When I was just seventeen, it was a very sad year.
You showed me the way to shed a good tear.
You see, my father had died, I wanted to hide.
You showed me the way to find some good cheer.
 
When I was still very young, I acted the fool.
Yet, you guided me through school.
You lent me your strength to be a good man,
when your dear mom had passed away in my hand.
 
You taught me how to love my dear spouse,
And fill with love our own blessed house.
Now my wife was my life,
You loved us as one, as a mom loves a son.
 
When I was 31, we had a girl and a son.
I learned to be glad just to be a good dad.
It was a joyous good time.
It was a joyous good time.
 
When I was 35, I wasn’t quite alive.
There was a big void- I didn’t know why.
I still needed one friend until the very end.
You showed me the Word with your love for The Lord.
 
And now that I’m old, life isn’t so cold.
I find in your heart the warmth of a hearth.
When they lay me to rest in an old cedar chest,
I’ll know I was blessed with your love to the end.
You were always my friend!  You were always my friend!
 
L.G. Emerson
18 February 2006

My Life In France by Julia Child with Alex Prud’homme

Bien sur! Julia gives us the best of ‘eat‘, while we ‘read‘ about the most exciting time in her astonishing ‘life‘ in this, her last published book! She devoted painstaking research and an attention to detail which made Mastering the Art of French Cooking a masterpiece. She also managed to travel, meet and befriend the world’s best chefs, and share in a happy marriage with her dear husband, Paul Child. His photographs grace the pages and his great nephew Alex is the co-author who listened to and guided his 91 year old great aunt as they opened family letters and let this intimate story unfold.

The 2009 film, Julie and Julia was based on this book and managed to cleverly combine Julia Child’s discovery of her talent and dedication to French cuisine with the 2002 Julie Powell blog Julie and Julia: 365 Days 524 Recipes. 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen . Take note what a blog looked like in back then! If you want to follow along you’ll have to click through the calendar to advance to the next day. Nothing fancy, but Julie Powell averaged 10 recipes a week in accomplishing her goal!

‘American Gods’. Not Heavenly.

When friends visited recently, and discussion turned to books we were each reading, they recommended I read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, partly due to the fact that much of the book takes place in Wisconsin. A whole chapter devoted to a darkly mystical trip to The House on the Rock, then on to the little town of Lakeside which is very ‘up North’, and other references to locales like Madison, Chicago and Cairo Illinois, and even the pinnacle of American tourist kitsch, Rock City & Ruby Falls.

The geographer in me was hooked! Problem was I could never snag a copy from the library as it was perpetually ‘checked out’. I decided to read Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, co-authored by Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and found it delightfully intriguing as any saga about averting Armageddon can possibly be. Then, on to reading Stardust, Mr. Gaiman’s tiny tale where fairies make mischief in their own little Brigadoon. Another ‘yea read’ as far as I am concerned.

Finally got my hands on a library copy of American Gods and sadly, can’t understand what the fuss was about! It plods along at many moments when it should come to life. There are well-crafted descriptions of places and the moods those places inspire, but it left me underwhelmed. The identities and personalities of the gods themselves were muddled as if Mr. Gaiman planned to unveil them in slow motion. The trouble is he never gets around to defining them as characters I cared about. As for the classic American locations, they seemed like gimmicks.

So I won’t waste your time further describing a book I’m surprised I don’t recommend. We’ve all been there. Investing time into a book that keeps you saying, “It will get going. Just another chapter or two.” Sometimes a brick is just a brick. Maybe the TV versions do it justice, which would be a switch to the usual, “The book was so much better than the movie.”

Courage is not the absence of fear.

COURAGE
Courage is armor
A blind man wears;
That calloused scar
Of outlived despairs;
Courage is Fear
That has said its prayers.

Karle Wilson Baker

(Mrs.) Karle Wilson Baker (1878–1960) was an American poet and author, born in Little Rock, Ark. to Kate Florence Montgomery Wilson and William Thomas Murphey Wilson. Educated at the University of Chicago, she studied under poet William Vaughn Moody and novelist Robert Herrick, and later went on to write her own poems and novels. Wikipedia: Karle Wilson Baker

Poetry Foundation October 1921, Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, “Three Small Poems”

Belle of the Books: Sarah B. on # 11 and counting…

Belle's Books

Sarah’s face can light up often, but never so readily as when she’s talking about books. Many would agree she even looks like the lovely Princess Belle from Beauty and the Beast, whose love of literature is one of her many fine qualities. Sarah tells stories of reading under her blankets by flashlight, reading outside in the summertime, reading everywhere and anywhere. Of course, reading is not a contest but the term ‘voracious reader’ comes from somewhere (see Sarah B.)! She’s been sharing the titles via Instagram as she documents her extraordinary pace of reading since the start of 2020. Have your read any of these? What’s your average reading pace?

  • 1. Save Me the Plums – Ruth Reichl 
  • 2. The Dutch House – Ann Patchett
  • 3. Bridget Jones, Edge of Reason – Helen Fielding 
  • 4. The Peacock Emporium – Jolo Moyes
  • 5. Elevation – Steven King
  • 6. The Need – Helen Fielding
  • 7. Normal People – Sally Rooney
  • 8. The Secret History – Donna Tartt
  • 9. Women Talking – Miriam Toews
  • 10. The 71/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle – Stuart Turton
  • 11. A Gentleman in Moscow – Amor Towles

“Just” finished…

Here’s proof that I needed to start eprlife! FOUR years of books and I haven’t shared the titles, much less a review of any kind. That said, many of you read way more than this, and I’m in awe! What are your reading now? Next time, we’ll be checking in with Sarah B. who will put all but the most avid book-nut to shame!

  • 2016 – 2017

All The Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy. The first in The Border Trilogy and my favorite.

Island of Lost Maps by Miles Harvey. What map geek wouldn’t read this true tale of thievery, obsession and a heist that took place at Northwestern University?

Soul of a New Machine by Tracy Kidder. How Kidder got me caring about the geeks who sweated their brains out for the first PC is a testament to his talent!

The Orchardist by Amanda Coplan. I live on an ‘old orchard’, but don’t want this stuff happening here!

  • November – December 2018

Map of Salt and Stars by Jennifer Zeynab Joukhadar. Really captivating story of a family. A war. A refugee’s existence.

Stardust by Neil Gaiman. I’d read Good Omens and found I like a good biblical-based fantasy so I picked up this lovely little fairy tale and ‘Poof!’ my wish was granted!

  • 2019

Mary Astor’s Purple Diary: The Great American Sex Scandal of 1936
by Edward Sorel. Kind of a ‘hoot’ and the illustrations are classic, but actually very sad and appropriate as ‘Me Too’ is not at all new!

French Milk, by Lucy Knisley. I like reading about France and Lucy Knisley is a talented of an ‘indie-cartoonist’. Is it really a ‘graphic novel’? Barely. But its FRANCE!

Southpole Station by Ashley Shelby. Being a little obsessed with Antarctica and it’s fragile/hostile environment, I took a chance on a novel about an artist in residence in the scientific, quirky world that is truly down under. It did not disappoint, and left me wanting to read more on the subject.

Reading now…American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Stay tuned THE battle is nigh!