Le Morte d’Arthur

le morte d'arthur thomas maloryLe Morte d’Arthur translated from the French and compiled by Sir Thomas Malory, edited by William Caxton, introduction by Elizabeth J. Bryan, 5/5

Whether this book represents a few weeks of delightful escapism or 938 pages of unrelenting torture will depend a lot on the reader’s background.  As my well-worn old copy of King Arthur stories for children can attest, my love affair with knightly tales started at a young age, though I gradually acquired a taste for more and more archaic retellings of the familiar adventures.  The tolerance I developed over the years for medieval-style prose, my affection for the characters and stories of Arthurian legend, a hint of nostalgia, and the many fine qualities of Malory’s work all combined to make the experience of reading Le Morte d’Arthur pure delight.

Perhaps the quality that strikes me most when contemplating this literary work is that of contrast.  Inhabitants of Arthur’s world are at times inaccessibly mythological, at other times deeply human.  Romantic excesses and impossible passions exist in a world that can otherwise be as bleak and heartless as that inhabited by the Norse gods.  The wildly fantastical is accompanied by mundane details whose invention seems as unlikely as unnecessary.  Stories of bravery and nobility are interspersed with soap opera plots whose participants seem to belong more on the Jeremy Kyle show than in a serious literary work.

Notions such as love, loyalty, hate, respect, and honor are connected in ways foreign to modern man and the outworking of these values and emotions does not fit neatly into currently accepted ideas of morality.  The sordid immorality portrayed without judgement in the first couple chapters was the reason that my attempt to read this book as an adolescent was aborted.  Thankfully, the whole book does not continue in the vein of lust and murder with which it begins.

A note about this edition: it is not very scholarly and I had a hard time finding information about the editing methods to which it was subjected (no editor is even mentioned).  As stated in its introduction, this version is based off of William Caxton’s 1485 printing of Thomas Malory’s text.  With the discovery of the earlier Winchester Manuscript, it seems that Caxton’s is no longer necessarily the most reliable source for Malory’s original work; however, Caxton’s edits have value in themselves and, I feel, do not make this version less legitimate.  Caxton’s changes included reorganizing the original work into 21 shorter books (originally eight) and further subdividing into chapters.  He also added short summaries of the events of each chapter, which are helpful despite the spoilers they provide (this Random House Modern Library edition also uses the right header space to include a short description of each page’s contents, which is extremely helpful).  More worryingly, Caxton reworded and shortened Book 5 which tells the tale of King Arthur’s conquest of Rome.  This version is listed on the Le Morte d’Arthur Wikipedia page as containing “modernised spelling” and this, along with modernised punctuation, seem to be the only changes made to Caxton’s printing.  I even compared the opening lines with a reprinting of Caxton’s original manuscript and found the words and basic sentence structure to be identical.  The end effect is very readable prose which retains that vital medieval flavour.

[Why I read it: The memory of my first attempt to read this has always rankled, but I can’t remember what motivated me to finally get around to a second attempt.]

 

Entropy Academy

Entropy Academy Alison BernhoftEntropy Academy: How to Succeed at Homeschooling Even if You Don’t Homeschool by Alison Bernhoft, ♥♥♥♥♥/5

My friend wrote a book!  It is, unsurprisingly, just like her: intelligent, passionate, inspiring and humorous.  Despite possessing an impressive formal education that includes degrees from England’s Royal College of Music, Oxford, and UCLA, Alison wasn’t afraid to embrace unconventionality when it came to successfully homeschooling her large family.  Her decision to work with life’s chaos instead of fighting it resulted in a homeschooling style that is joyful and realistic, integrating learning naturally into every aspect of life.  Hilarious anecdotes and creative educational ideas are woven into a family narrative that provides an antidote to the sort of dry, rigidly-structured homeschooling ideologies that crush children’s natural love of learning and burden their parents with unrealistic demands on time and patience.  This is the sort of book that is written out of love, and, I have no doubt, in response to demand from people who have seen the fruits of Alison’s labour in her loving family and successful children, now grown up.

You can find more information on her website or buy a copy on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, IndieBound, and Books-A-Million.

[Why I read it: No one who has read Alison’s hugely-entertaining Christmas letters, met her talented family or talked to her in person could resist the opportunity of reading an entire book written by her!  Also, I was honored to edit the book, design the cover, convert it to e-book formats, put it up for sale on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Google Play, create the website and Facebook page, as well as whatever other things needed doing.  It was a challenging project that took over a year to complete, but provided great fun and satisfaction, as well as invaluable learning experience.]

Update: Since writing this review, Entropy Academy has been further refreshed and published by Propriometrics Press.

 

John Macnab

john macnab john buchanJohn Macnab by John Buchan, 5/5

In this charming tale, four eminent English gentlemen combat crippling ennui with a roguish poaching wager that shocks the countryside.  Buchan’s writing style is delightful and, though the story flags a bit in the fourth quarter, it ends strong.

[Why I read it: Already a fan of Buchan’s Hannay stories, I jumped at the chance to read an unfamiliar book by him when I saw it at the thrift store.]

Homemade Busy Book

busy book felt monkey coverRecently, my mom sewed a busy book for my brother’s baby (her first grandchild) and I think it turned out amazing!  Since she used a lot of online resources (Pinterest, Google Images) throughout the project, we thought it would be only fair to give back by sharing photos of the finished book in case they can help anyone else with a similar project.

 

 

 

 

 

Cracking Cases

cracking cases henry leeCracking Cases: The Science of Solving Crimes by Dr. Henry C. Lee, with Thomas W. O’Neil, 3/5

Impeccably-credentialed forensic scientist Henry Lee uses five sensational cases to illustrate basics of forensic science and police procedure.  Each case is the subject of a detailed description that covers requisite back-stories, overview of the investigation, forensic analysis, descriptions of the trial and result.  At the conclusion of each case, Lee focuses in more detail on a specific aspect of forensic science relevant to the case, such as bloodstain pattern analysis, DNA analysis, time of death, and gun shot residue.

Two of this book’s strongest aspects are the author’s obvious expertise and ability to write about sensational material in an un-sensational manner.  This book did not feel mercenary in intent and did not leave me with the dirty feeling that much true-crime literature engenders.  Given that English is not his first language, writing idiosyncrasies are forgivable; but less forgivable is the dryness of the more technical sections, distracting asides, and the unsatisfactory number of photos and diagrams.  I think this FBI-affiliated review of the book provides a very good assessment of its strengths and weaknesses.

[Why I read it: This is a topic that interest me, partly because it puts in a new light the police-procedural TV shows I like to watch.  Browsing through the library, this book had me at “Woodchipper Murder Case.”]

Stumbling on Happiness

stumbling on happiness daniel gilbertStumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert, 2/5

This lightweight, unsatisfying book, written for an audience that can most charitably be described as extremely credulous, undemanding and allergic to anything requiring mental rigour, is a great example of what I hate about pop science.  Alternating between a tone of forced humour and relentless summarization of psychological studies in the style of a college research paper, Gilbert gleefully explores humankind’s failings when it comes to remembering past events and predicting future ones (especially with regard to their impact on future happiness).  For no apparent reason, he seems to consider psychological subjects’ reports of their current feelings as almost infallibly reliable (though the concept of “current” could itself be the topic of discussion), while devaluing reports of remembered and predicted happiness.  In the book, he doesn’t explore the methodology of most of the studies he cites, so you are forced to take it on trust that the studies are reliable, in addition to trusting his own interpretation of the results.  Many of the examples he uses seem open to other, conflicting interpretations, which he does not acknowledge or explain.  Gilbert’s final conclusion, that we should consult the current feelings of people who are having experiences we hope to have in the future, in order to find out their real potential to make us happy or unhappy, is as unsatisfying as it is impractical.

It is understandable that some simplification and ambiguity is necessary when writing on a complex topic for the average audience, but I feel that Gilbert oversimplifies to the point of ridiculousness.  I have no doubt that, in conversation, he would be convincing, enlightening and entertaining, but a book is not a conversation; if something seems wrong or raises questions, I have very little recourse (since I am not a psychology expert).  Ironically, the experience of reading this book made me very unhappy, which proves some of Gilbert’s points, I guess.

Despite the book’s shortcomings, the average reader would likely enjoy it and even learn some interesting psychological stuff.  But for anyone who likes to think or is looking for helpful advice, this book has not a shred of value compared to the mind-blowing excellence that is Daniel Kahneman’s Thinking, Fast and Slow.

[Why I read it: The title caught my eye in the thrift store and I was impressed by the writer’s Harvard credentials and the quote on the cover.]

Medea

medea euripidesMedea by Euripides, translated by Rex Warner, 5/5

This play has a killer plot: when her husband, Jason, dumps her and upgrades to a more royal model, Medea, [formerly] devoted wife and mother of two sons (unnamed in the play, I call them “Collateral” and “Damage”), manages to take the moral high ground, despite being an accomplished murderess, and plots a terrible vengeance.  As you can imagine, tensions run high and there is a lot of deliciously vitriolic dialogue.  Warner’s translation is straightforward and unflowery, resulting in an entertaining read that I would love to see performed some day.

[Why I read it: found it at the thrift store and thought it would fit in well with my plan to read more classics.]

Notes from the Underground

notes from the underground fyodor dostoyevskyNotes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, translated by Constance Garnett, 3/5

Part I of this short work is a thought-provoking but extremely depressing philosophical rant that seems to have two main focuses: 1. the inertia, unhappiness and tendency to wallow in degradation that seems to accompany the “over-acute consciousness” (5) of the too-intelligent and 2. the human need for the freedom to make decisions that are willfully illogical and are not in the maker’s best interest.

Much of Part I resonated with me because it describes a phenomenon I have noticed and experienced: the “stupid” and optimistic are happy and productive, while the “intelligent” and analytical are unhappy and paralysed by their own thought processes.

You know the direct, legitimate fruit of consciousness is inertia, that is, conscious sitting-with-the-hands-folded.  […]  I repeat, I repeat with emphasis: all “direct” persons and men of action are active just because they are stupid and limited.  How explain that?  I will tell you: in consequence of their limitation they take immediate and secondary causes for primary ones, and in that way persuade themselves more quickly and easily than other people do that they have found an infallible foundation for their activity, and their minds are at ease and you know that is the chief thing.  To begin to act, you know, you must first have your mind completely at ease and no trace of doubt left in it.  Why, how am I, for example to set my mind at rest?  Where are the primary causes on which I am to build?  Where are my foundations?  Where am I to get them from?  I exercise myself in reflection, and consequently with me every primary cause at once draws after itself another still more primary, and so on to infinity. […]  Oh, gentlemen, do you know, perhaps I consider myself an intelligent man, only because all my life I have been able neither to begin nor to finish anything (11).

Unfortunately, the limit of Dostoyevsky’s insight is to describe the psychological horror experienced by an unlikeable, miserable narrator, not to offer anything of help or comfort.

Part II reads like the ravings of someone who is mentally-ill and, besides providing insight into the mental processes that could possibly motivate the actions of a social misfit, I could find little connection to Part I and little of interest or value.  The tone is very dark and unusual in that the narrator seems to be a despicable person, not a character at all calculated to engage the audience’s sympathy or respect.  Notes from the Underground is strangely modern (it does not feel like a book from the 1860s) but overall, I am really not sure what the point of Part II is and am now off to read the book’s Wikipedia article in hope of enlightenment.

[Why I read it: I recognized the title while browsing books at the thrift store.]

Mulliner Nights

mulliner nights pg wodehouseMulliner Nights by P.G. Wodehouse, 5/5

This book is just as hilarious as the other two in the series, Meet Mr Mulliner and Mr Mulliner Speaking (and indeed, anything else by P.G. Wodehouse).

[Why I read it: Sadly, this is the last Mulliner book I had left to read.  However, it always seems that a new Wodehouse book turns up just when I thought I’d read them all.  How rare to find a quality writer who is also prolific!]

Mr Mulliner Speaking

mr mulliner speaking pg wodehouseMr Mulliner Speaking by P.G. Wodehouse, 5/5

There are few books that make me laugh out loud and want to inflict excerpts on anyone who happens to be nearby as much as the Mulliner series of short stories do.  How delightful that there’s more to P.G. Wodehouse than Jeeves and Wooster…

[Why I read it: distracted by the numerous Jeeves and Wooster novels, I somehow neglected the Mulliner series (Meet Mr MullinerMr Mulliner Speaking, and Mulliner Nights) until now!]