Author Archives: Emily

Trade School NYC

I signed up for a bartered class on understanding perfume and having confidence in your opinions at a temporary classroom space in Manhattan. The group that runs Trade School has been presenting events and classes at a variety of city museums and cultural organizations.  Among other things, the group is trying to create “economic practices that reinforce values of mutualism, cooperation, social justice, democracy, and ecological sustainability.”  Unlike the library model, (free and open to anyone) participants must bring something to barter in payment for the class, and different things are requested by each instructor.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Started Early, Took My Dog by Kate Atkinson: Book Review

The lost serendipity of browsing is sometimes bemoaned by book lovers. We are wary of the transition to digital collections and catalogs that leave nothing to chance. Happily, browsing (stumbling?) seems to have neatly followed us into the surprisingly haphazard digital world. I found Kate Atkinson’s first book, Behind the Scenes at the Museum through a simple subject heading search (York, England–Fiction) the summer before I went to study at the University of York. Atkinson’s award winning debut was a darkly funny gothic tale set in the medieval city. The deeply dysfunctional family suffering, acting out, and keeping awful secrets through the trying events of the 20th century fit my mood perfectly.

The last four books she’s written are Northern noir: nightmarish tales of children in peril and mysterious strong but flawed women. They are puzzled over by the violent, inept, but morally sound and dogged unaffiliated investigator Jackson Brodie. The latest volume sticks to Leeds and darkest Yorkshire, (where my own gloomy relatives originated) and has the satisfactions of a solid police procedural in a vivid and disturbing setting. And I found it by chance, googling the line from Emily Dickinson that Atkinson took as her title.

Atkinson is speaking tomorrow night at Porter Square Books in Cambridge

Lizard Music by Daniel Pinkwater: Book Review

image of a book coverDaniel Pinkwater in his own words “has written hundreds of books, many of them good.” Lizard Music is his first and it is wonderful. Accidentally left to his own devices while his parents are on vacation, Victor starts to see his neighborhood and the observable in an entirely new and unconventional way. He takes the bus to the big city, talks to strangers and stays up late enough to see what is after the late late movie- rock and roll playing lizards who are trying to rescue the world.   That his visions may have been inspired by the glue from his model airplane kit is something only a square adult would quibble about. His pragmatic observations are a comic foil to the absurd narrative. This book from the nineteen seventies might remind adults of Donald Barthelme’s postmodern novels. Kids will appreciate the voice, humor, and adventure, although they might need to ask their grandparents to explain Walter Cronkite.

I regularly post children’s book reviews on my library’s website.  Since I review books I personally love- it occurs to me you might love them too.   I’m going to do some crossposting here, expanding a bit on the adult appeal.

More coping mechanisms, as the snow swirls

Don’t Force It

I know it isn’t a proper spring bulb, but try telling this yellow onion that. Dear friends, where does patience come from? Why does one onion in the bag have so much oomph, while the rest lie dormant, waiting their turn to become pasta sauce? I handle waiting with all the tools at my disposal- french fries, long walks on the beach, crankiness, hiding under the covers when the phone rings.

Cock A Doodle Do

picture of a rooster weather vaneLast night I was dancing with patrons and coworkers in celebration of the Town of Beverly’s new Bookmobile and it was a little bit hard to wake up this morning. What an amazing place this is- full of readers and love for its library and also love of a good time, knowing that the two have much more in common than naysayers might think. Photos of the new rig will come soon, but for now: Congratulations!

Lisbeth Salander says Yes to the Dress: Movie Review

I had the pleasure of attending the Cabot Theatre’s recent showing of the Swedish film versions of the Stieg Larsson Trilogy. I was surprised and fascinated by the European style violence countered with the main character Lisbeth’s struggle for personal and legal independence. In the final film, she is on trial for attempted murder and she dresses a particular way- like a clockwork orange goth. This is a nod to her past suffering of sexual violence and government conspiracies. Nearly everyone underestimates her, pegs her as a dangerously insane woman, and this makes the conclusion extremely satisfying. Viewers also see her in her cell scrubbing at her eyeliner, so it is very clear that this appearance is a performance.

The clothes mania of adult women ensnared by the wedding industry has been well studied. How are you supposed to think about that special time?

You’ve spent the past year thinking about what you’ll look like on your wedding day. Every detail, from the dress and the shoes to your accessories and hairstyle, has been planned for months.

The reason this marketing can get hooks into nearly every woman is because we know how important the uniform, armor, outfit is to a given situation. Who are we? We aren’t what we eat, but what we wear in the eyes of a prospective employer, mate, in-law, school, or friend.

Salander uses changing her appearance to great effect, although it cannot shield her entirely. In the first movie she is attacked by a group of drunks, perhaps because she looks like she is trying to be something other than a feminine target perhaps simply because she didn’t get out of the way quick enough.

I had a recent moment of wardrobe realization in a fitting room: In a buttoned down navy blue suit I was the woman in charge. There are opportunities in every day for right thought, right action, right speech and I muse, right clothes. Our identities can be fluid, suited to an event or a mood- not locked in or branded as marketers might wish. I own a suit. But I am not a Suit.

More arts and crafts projects

Sounds and colors.

Special Guest Librarian

I’ve been so busy lately I’ve had no time to post here- and I had to get extra help at the reference desk. Hopefully there will be more time for writing and resting soon….

More Terrariums- Sprout, Brooklyn

A professional model.
My attempt.