I didn’t quite meet my goal of running 1,000 mile in 2017.
Total Miles Swim, Bike, Run 2017:
Here is proof that I can run a 50K. My last 50k was in 2013. In 2018 I plan to complete a mountainous 50 Miler.
Here’s to 2018 – may dreams come true and goals realized. #dreamsdontworkunlessyoudo
I just found this old picture of the week I went on a book tour in Colorado to promote my book, Continental Quotient.
I’m feeling sentimental today and missing the west.
I love this song and rediscovered it today:
I just finished reading, The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers. My first thought – wow – what descriptions of place. And by place I mean in Virginia, Al Tafar, Iraq, Fort Dix, New Jersey and Kaiserslautern, Germany. He describes these places and can see his characters there. He describes the birds, the Tigris River, the incessant burning of cars and buildings, the people of Iraq, the soldiers. I can’t stop thinking about the story.
I finished the book in just a few days, reading every second I could.
Powers personifies war throughout the book; the war’s purpose “to go on, only to go on”.
The narrator, Bartle says that everything that mattered happened after September, a forewarning to pay attention to the September 2004 chapter.
It’s interesting to look back at my notes while reading and how I noted that Bartle says a few times how vacant Murph’s eyes are becoming while stationed in Iraq. They are shadows, empty holes; which foreshadows his story, but I didn’t know it at the time.
The war drags on and Bartle says,
“We only pay attention to rare things and death was not rare.”
He comments on the birds and the flowers.
What I liked most about the book is how reflective the narrator, Bartle is throughout the story. While in a church in Germany, AWOL, he reads a pamphlet that describes 1,000 years of history about the church on three pages and he realizes that the written word is dynamic and history is never clear:
“there was a sharp distinction between what was remembered, what was told, and what was true.” (60)
And later, at the end of the book, reflecting on the map of Al Tafar he keeps pinned to the wall in his cabin in Virginia, he knows how the borders of this place will change after years of war and fighting for control, he says,
“It reminded me of talking, how what is said is never quite what was thought and what is heard is never quite what was said. It wasn’t much in the way of comfort, but everything has a little failure in it, and we still make do some how”. (225)
The Yellow Birds reminds me that even the smallest, snap decision can have wide reaching ramifications. And, given the situation, the environment at wartime, no one can judge.
I think about the solder, John Musgrave who said in Ken Burns’ documentary The Vietnam War, how he hated when people said thank you for your service. I wonder if solders who have suffered so much from being in Iraq feel the same way.
The solders don’t want to remember the human suffering, the death. There is a lot of death and suffering in The Yellow Birds.
Bartle says at the end of the book, after several years being home and the memory of what happened in Iraq and to Murph begins to fade,
“So I’m ordinary except for a few peculiarities that I will probably always carry with me.” (224)
I don’t want to give away any spoilers because I think everyone should read this book. This is what happens in war. It affects people, forever.
I really wanted to read and finish East of Eden. But last night I stopped mid-way. I hated it. I hated Cathy, and I hated the philosophical wanderings from the narrator at the beginning of some chapters.
Then, this morning I started reading Why Teach, In Defense of a Real Education by Mark Edmundson, which I found in the library while I was looking for a book on the GRE.
In the first chapter, while discussing classroom evaluation he writes – what he really wants to know from his students is what about the class changed them. He wants them to measure themselves against what they’ve read. He tells the story of a Columbia University instructor who asked a two-part question to students: “One: What book did you most dislike in the course? Two: What intellectual or characterological flaws in you does that dislike point to?”
I start thinking about the book I disposed of last night.
I really disliked East of Eden. I didn’t like that Adam Trask leaves New England on a train and just arrives in California. It had to be an arduous trip but the narrator leaves no details. I hate that Trask doesn’t notice the evil in his wife, and Cathy is pure evil. I stopped shortly after the torture she performs on the madam in the brothel to whom she calls her new “mother”.
Earlier in the book I hated the brutality between the Trask brothers.
What do these dislikes say about my intellectual flaws?
I give up easily when I don’t like something. Unfortunately I’ve been this way since middle school.
Violence in any form is so disturbing to me that I have to leave the situation: turn off the TV, stop reading a book, or walk away. I want to be educated on my own terms. When I start my first graduate class in November I will need to be more willing to address these character flaws and to open my mind.
I know I will need to eventually finish East of Eden but for now, I’m going to start another reading list book: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. I think I read it in high school but I don’t remember it.
I have never heard of him until now, and he has just two citations in The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism ; he doesn’t have a chapter.
He was controversial because of his insolent style. However, what I like about the article in the book, written by Carrie Tirado Bramen, is how Fielder left the stogy east and could be more open about his thoughts and disagreements with the establishment out west. He wrote to the common reader and thumbed his nose at formality. [Perhaps why he didn’t have more written about him in Norton.]
I am going to look for Fielder’s books including “Love and Death” and read some of DH Lawrence’s books such as “Studies in Classic American Literature” and “Love and Death in the American Novel”.
I have so much to read and the list keeps growing while reading A New Literary History of America. The list now includes the ones above and I still have to read Moby Dick and Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
I woke up this morning and read more of a master’s thesis about Wallace Stegner which reminded me that he was my first western love.
Me? The West.
Today I started reading House of Rain, Tracing A Vanished Civilization Across the American Southwest by Craig Childs. I’ve been debating off and on for the last few months about a trail run in Monument Valley. It’s an ultra race – 50 miles. But in reality, I’ll probably just do the 50K. I hope.
I’ve been reading books about the southwest these days. I lived in Arizona for over three years and now I can’t stop reading about anything west of the Mississippi.
I’ve always been fascinated with the West. Really, the American Northwest. However, I moved to Colorado in 2004 and then in 2012 moved to Tucson not knowing anything about the desert except that I could bike year-round. I learned a lot about the desert when I was there, but now I’m really studying it.
Sometimes it takes distance to learn and understand people and places.
Tonight I am reading about the Colorado Plateau, canyons, mesas, mountains at 13,000 feet, Anasazi, flash floods and geomorphology. Words that sound so western.
I want to be a Western American writer, Western American literature reader, and Western American Literature scholar. The third thing – I know – lofty.
But I’ve always had lofty goals. Sometimes I reach my goals and sometimes I fail miserably. I know what I like and what I need to learn. Tonight I’m just trying to learn why the Anasazi disappeared and to go on an adventure with Mr. Childs. First stop, Chaco Canyon in northwest New Mexico.