Novels

I find there are periods of time in which I am all over the place. I’m working on several graphics jobs that call upon very different mindsets, am fielding a proposal to do a new job, wondering when I should follow up on something I am waiting to hear back on, when I’ll get the time, (or desire), to simply pull the remaining paperwork from my files so I can put away all my 2010 tax stuff, and it goes on and on.

I finally used my Barnes & Noble’s gift card from Christmas – bought the reference book I’ll need for some of my characters in the picture book I’ll be bringing with me to the upcoming NJ SCBWI June Conference, and surprise! David Cook’s CD, (yup, from American Idol.) Usually, when I work at my desk, I listen to new age, light classical piano or guitar, or Indian (American) music because I can’t do creative writing when someone is singing lyrics, but lately, when on other types of work, I find myself listening to the radioio IDOLS station in iTunes. Sometimes I watch the show, sometimes not – this year I seem to be interested. I do know, however, when I hear David Cook’s voice, I hear something I like, so he’ll be arriving in a few days. And then I went to read a bit about Patricia Briggs’ latest in the Mercy Thompson series, River Marked, but let’s not go there just yet.

Forrest Gump arrived today. I must be the only person on the planet who hasn’t seen Forrest Gump, but so be it. I, unlike a friend of mine, am a constant juggler of movies in my queue. He just adds something, and when it comes up, it comes up. Not me. I seem to ponder how it will fit in with the current tenor of my life, my feelings, etc. Do I want to laugh? (or need to?) Am in the frame of mind to deal with something powerful and disturbing? I can’t say how many times I have pushed Hotel Rwanda down as it begins to surface in my queue. And I just watched Alice in Wonderland, which I really enjoyed a lot. Makes me think that maybe when I’m done my current book, that I’ll read Alice – she’s a fixture on my bookshelf.

Now watching Alice in Wonderland and Forrest Gump may be an offset to that current book – The Kite Runner. I was told it was a very sad book. I didn’t ask why my friend found it so, so am discovering the many levels of sadness for myself. Certainly, reading a book like this makes it that much more obvious what fabulous, often spoiled, lives we are living here in the land of the free and home of the brave. Visualizing the bombed ruins of Kabul and other parts of Afghanistan and the cruelty of the Taliban as described by the author is sobering to say the least. And it made me think of how that happened here in its own way, except that the victims weren’t Afghani people, they were native Americans.

Imagining the abject poverty the Afghan people were subjected to is heartbreaking, but that same poverty is also right here in America. Many of those living on reservations are living in conditions that are below those of third world countries, yet no one ever talks about it. Or even seems to know. Indians have the highest rate of poverty of any group in the United States.

Years ago at a pow-wow, I saw this great tee shirt. It was funny, well, no – not funny – more ironic. Clever. Ultimately, more sad than anything else. It features Geronimo and several other Indians, the tee shirt saying – Homeland Security – Fighting Terrorism since 1492. Here it is – you can order it at Northern Sun along with many items which have something to say. Was their experience so different than what happened in Afghanistan? Their world destroyed, families killed, homes taken away, forced to live where their terrorists demanded. It was a very dark chapter in American history. I wonder if that history is being taught. Or that this impoverished way of life, so unlike our own, continues on in many parts of this country. Or are we all just too busy?

Well, rambling I am. I also wonder when one of my cats will get past the hairball she seems to be harboring somewhere in her digestive tract, and which she feels compelled to try and push up in the vicinity of 2 – 4 a.m.

And I can’t wait to start photographing my friend’s little boy, my model for the MC in aforementioned picture book. Yeah, just all over.

I’m really enjoying this book … it’s one that I feel drawn to when I’ve finished whatever else needed to be done during the day and when I have some time and space to relax with a book.

Written in 1970, Time and Again does not have the fast-paced style of some of our current novels; Finney is no Dan Brown, but … he has a great story — within a story, as it turns out — and he has my attention. I am about mid-way through and my interest is only picking up. Our main character Simon Morley has committed to a top-secret government mission to see if people can travel back to points in time, to particular locations, and return with information. A good portion of the beginning of this book details Morley’s being approached, his being interviewed, and then prepared to step back in time.

He returns to February 1882 in New York City to observe a particular transaction between 2 men which seems to have precipitated the financial ruin and suicide of one of them. One of the project’s directives when Morley enters an earlier time is that he not take any action which might change future events. The question we see, when he is in his third visit is, is this possible? And this is what will be revealed as I read on.

Another attraction in this story is that it takes place in NYC. Being familiar with the Dakota and the 72nd St. entrance to Central Park, knowing its proximity to the much-loved Museum of Natural History, having been in Trinity Church more than once, and having worked in the tangled web of narrow streets that is the Wall Street area is, in itself, a big draw for me. But reading his in-depth descriptions of what this all was like in 1882 … is riveting. As an artist, Morley sketched the areas of the city that he saw and some of the people he met … and these all appear in the book.

I think what may be the clincher in this story is that while reading it, and it’s written in the first person, it is absolutely believable that Kinney/Morley is writing not fiction, but a first hand experience of his involvement with the project and actual regressions into 1882.

So while the book’s writing style may be a bit dated, it’s a real attention grabber nonetheless. And I always like a book I can’t wait to pick up again.

12/11/10 – FINISHED! I finished reading this last night, and it lived up to – and even beyond – my expectations. Although a bit long when Morley is on the run from the police, it soon changes into several unexpected scenarios, primarily a great final twist. Like time travel? A good mystery? A good read!