Two of the many self-tamed Sandhill Cranes in Kensington MetroPark. This is an iPhone photo taken from a few feet away from the bird. |
Not much consolation for this week’s debacle, but beauties of nature are probably our best hope. |
A Good Read by Louise Erdrich
The Mighty Red is a long book full of rich details, and typically of Louise Erdrich’s books, also full of historic and cultural background: just the right amount to make it interesting, though. The book’s focus is on farming, especially all the issues and challenges of raising sugar beets in North Dakota, and especially on the extreme dangers of pesticides. One of many lists in the minds of the farmers whose lives are being affected: “Dual Magnum. Roundup. Warrant. Outlook. Chloroacetamide. Betamix. Ethofumesate. UpBeet. Gramoxone.” (p. 220) At the end, two of the farmers (both having been harmed long ago by their work and exposure) are talking and one summarizes their lives: ‘Nobody ever said farming was easy.” (p. 369)
I enjoyed the food descriptions — one of my favorite parts about good books about ‘real” people. Here are three of them:
A favorite food of the mother and daughter, Crystal and Kismet, whose stories are at the center of the book: “Crystal put a pot of water on to boil and peeled some carrots. She’d boil the carrots in salt water, mash them up with fried garlic and onions, add some basil, oregano, a can of tomatoes, a few spoonfuls of tomato paste, red pepper flakes, a dash of cinnamon. Voilà. Sauce. They almost never ate meat because meat, even misery meat, cost more than carrots.” (p. 208)
Another passage about Kismet and her mother-in-law: “Winnie and Kismet drove over late in the afternoon with two versions of potato salad. Winnie swore by her mother’s warm potato salad, made with red potatoes, a dressing of white vinegar, bacon fat, bacon bits, parsley, salt, pepper, sugar. Kismet swore by her mother’s recipe: golden potatoes, parsley, sliced boiled eggs, chopped onions, and a dressing of mayonnaise, oil, vinegar, yellow mustard, salt, pepper, and cayenne. Paprika to decorate. The bowls were covered with Saran wrap.” (p. 235)
And a description of lunch-making by a landlady in an oil-field area: “Janice did not prepare just any lunch. Cold pop swaddled in Ziplocs of ice when it was hot. Hot chocolate and coffee in a thermos when it was cold. Sandwiches with cheese, heavy on the meats, the lettuce kept separate and crisp. The bread thick and soft. Squares of cake in a Tupperware box, a dozen boiled eggs, cookies. Sliced apples with lemon squeezed over them and cinnamon sugar to dip them in. Peeled oranges, baby carrots, ranch dip. Home-canned pickles. Janice was a goddess.” (p. 269)
“One of the best things about selling old books was going through them before they went onto the shelves. She tried not to buy marked-up or underlined books, but there were other ways books were personalized. People kept or left things in books—quotes, clippings, often about the author, letters that arrived while they were reading the book, bills they didn’t want to pay, foil gum wrappers, bookmarks from now-closed bookstores, funny drawings from their children, dry autumn leaves, grocery lists, complaints. She stored these scraps in a manila envelope marked Ephemera. From another time, another place, the bits had come into her hands. Some were personal. A bookmark made from dried yarrow flowers arranged between pieces of clear packing tape had kept the reader’s place in Rosemary’s Baby. Later, when she looked it up, she found that yarrow was a banishing herb against evil. In a copy of The Aspern Papers, she’d found a lock of dark brown hair.” (p. 319)
As usual, I haven’t written a review of this book — lots of those have already been published. I’ve just tried to show you some reasons why I enjoyed the book.
A Murder Mystery
“Police officers in these books, while being Last Resorts or Only Hopes, can also have character traits such as By The Book or Screw The Rules.” (p. 103)
“A lot has happened, so I thought I’d jump in here with a quick recap. I know: it’s a bit weird. But I want us all to be on the same page. (Figuratively: I know you bought the e-book.) If you’re confident in your cognitive abilities, you can skip ahead. Books like this generally tease out the backstory of an ensemble of reprobates, lock them in a singular location, and then present a body that can be linked to parts of each player’s backstory as possible motive. I’ll try that.” (p. 105)
“In a mystery like this one, there are clues in every word—hell, in every piece of punctuation. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, think about the device in your hands. If a killer is ever revealed and your ‘percentage read’ isn’t at least in the high eighties, they cannot be the real killer; there is simply too much of the book still to be read.” (p. 231 or 62%)
“On the other hand, suspicious as I was of Gavin, it’s simply unfair to introduce the killer this far past the midpoint. Knox would have me drawn and quartered—that’s his first rule. And, reader, your ‘percentage read’ should tell you there is just too much to go.” (p. 282)
The only classic mystery trope Stevenson seems to miss is describing food, but I guess he’s afraid of being accused of coziness. He does mention instances when the characters eat. The sequence of breakfasts, lunches, and dinners contributes to the passage of time as is usual in classic detective fiction. Here’s a sort of anti-food breakfast description as an example of his writing: “I joined the line, shuffling past the bain-maries, and filled my plate. The bacon was untouched, assumedly because people were confronting their own mortality and avoiding saturated fats.” (p. 60)
If you like this sort of wink-wink-nudge-nudge writing, I recommend this book. Although the actual suspense and plotting are pretty good, it’s too precious for my taste.
On TV
Watched the first two episodes of The Marlow Murder Club, Season 2. It’s ok, not great, but we’ll keep watching. |
22 comments:
Those Sandhill Cranes are amazing. I saw flocks and flocks of them in Kearney, NE one year. They weren't self tamed, though.
I can't believe your geranium is still blooming. Mine died when I brought it inside.
My grandfather worked for the county in the summer and he sprayed something called 2,4D on weeds. They finally outlawed it, but I can only imagine what it did to his lungs.
I prefer Kismit's potato salad. Of course now I am famished after reading about all that food, including from the NYT.
I have PBS Passport, so I watched all the Marlow shows the first night. I don't think you will ever guess the killer in 100 years!!! It's someone you have already met.
Hello, Mae
I love the Sandhill Cranes and the Wilson's Snipe, they are great birds. The Autumn leaves and flowers are pretty. The NYT meals all look delicious. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a wonderful weekend. PS , thank you for leaving me a comment..
Just this week, while we were out doing a butterfly survey, a group of about ten birds flew over. I snapped a photo, and discovered on iNaturalist that they were sandhill cranes. Not sure if they were going north or south.
My dad covered the grass with chlordane to kill the bugs on our suburban lawn. We weren't to get on the grass until the sharp smell faded, but we mostly didn't wait.
I find great consolation for my disappointment with humans to be in nature.
I love those cranes too. I read a lot of mysteries and really love a good story with interesting characters!
That snipe is beautiful -- I've never seen one before. I'm enjoying Marlow. And yes, I saved that shrimprecipe too!
We are watching The Marlow Murder Club too. Looks like it’s going to be a fun one!
I really love the Cranes. They are so interesting to watch. Glad you have some good books to read.
I enjoyed Everyone In My Family, it was fun, funny, and charming.
Those Sandhill Cranes have become remarkably tame. I have never been closer than about 20 metres, other than by staying in the car. Then they will come right up to the window, guessing, I suppose, that the barrier confers some level of security for them. If I try to open the door they are gone in an instant. Snipe have been hunted so much it’s understandable that they are wary around humans. I am wary around humans!
Sandhill Cranes are my favorite bird. Makes me think, I haven't heard them migrate yet this year. They usually pass above my house and for some reason my ear can hear them from super high or far away. So when this happens (there are usually a couple of days with tons of flocks), I keep running to the door all days long... Mesmerizing
Yu;ve been busy! How great is that?
I haven't started The Marlow Murder Club, but it's on the list.
I think I'll skip the murder book. NY Times Cooking however is another story. Those recipes you featured all sound yummy!
WE don't have cranes here in NH, so it was great to see your photo. Wow, how cool you were so close to them. And I didn't know Louise Erdich has a new book out. I've read many of hers (but not all), and I enjoy her stories. I'm glad you shared that. My geraniums are still blooming, but they don't look as good as your does. Have a great rest of your weekend. hugs-Erika
Beautiful pictures! Love looking at them!
Great pictures! And those recipe cards are making my mouth water. One of my co-workers makes fantastic shrimp ceviche when we have potlucks (reminds me of the first picture).
The Crane sure steals the show.
You read a lot. I have too many DVDs right now...
What a thrill it would be to walk down a path with a couple of cranes!
The Sandhill Cranes and the Wilson's Snipe are beautiful! What great pictures! I had fun with Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone, too.
Thank you for this. I felt better just reading it, thinking about birds and food rather than politics and "what will happen."
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Thanks for the NYT recipes. Good to know! And I'm pleased you liked The Mighty Red - I hope to get to it. Unusual to see Geraniums blooming in November !
Love the Sandhill cranes and Snipe photos. I enjoyed your thoughts on The Mighty Red and Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone. It's interesting to see how authors play with genre conventions. I'll have to check out those NYT Cooking recipes!
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