Friday, April 28, 2017

Summer Books (Already!)

After a glut of strange reading choices this winter, I've finally found some nice footing. At one point, I had a book of intricate knitting patterns, a generic instructional on interior decorating, exercises for pregnant woman, and dozens of birthing books I had no intention of reading all crowding the corner of my desk.  It was sad, not because there was anything wrong with the books themselves, but because my days felt unfocused without the driving pleasure of being attached to one.

For some reason - I guess it's because lilacs are blooming - I started craving summer books: characters puzzling through their lives while gazing at the water, sunburns and sandy toes and sweaty, tinkling cocktails on porches at the end of the day.  When I happened upon Summer People, a debut novel by Brian Groh, on one of Tim's bookshelves, I dove right in.
 


I mean, give me a book with oars on its cover and the promise of snobby New Englanders from the perspective of an outsider, and I might just be your friend for life.  This particular water-front story, about an aspiring graphic novelist who takes care of an ailing woman one summer in Maine, was full of humor, strong, clean prose, and genuinely surprising twists.





I also read Sweetbitter, by Stephanie Danler, which was seriously addictive.  The prose is electric and the story, about a young woman who moves to New York City and gets a job in a high-end restaurant, is about her education in both love and life, and takes readers along on her discovery of how much flavor exists in both palate and mind (and body) when she gives herself the chance to explore it.  Usually I'm annoyed by narratives of excess, especially when driven by young characters who keep ignoring their inner compass, but the intelligence behind this novel felt like a serious anchor, and I frankly wanted the sentences to never, ever end. 

Similarly, I read a new novel called Marlena, written by Julie Buntin, which I discovered through Twitter somehow.  I think it caught my attention because parts of it are set in northern Michigan.  I put it on my list because Buntin's writing is so clear and unflinching.  This piece about her mother's reaction to the mom character in Marlena took my breath away. 






 
Marlena is another story about a young woman testing her limits of self-control, this time as a fifteen-year old whose newly divorced mom moves back to the place she grew up, taking her adolescent children with her, where they are exposed to people who cook meth, deal drugs, and worse. 

The main character's best friend, Marlena, is a girl whose family life is less than ideal, and this basically drives her to grossly self-destructive behavior.  But it's the narrator's thoughts on her friend's behavior which ultimately kept me reading, and while I'm not sorry to have read a book about teenagers behaving badly (whatever that means), I do struggle with narratives about experimenting with drugs or playing adult in ways young characters aren't emotionally ready for, because I personally want to hold space for a different way of growing up.


I don't know if my middle grade years are a gold standard for kids: there were plenty of hours spent reading terrible books like The Babysitter's Club while eating too many Pecan Sandies at my parent's kitchen table.  I can recall doing strange Jane Fonda-like exercises while watching Saturday Night Live and Arsenio Hall on my basement floor when I was in sixth and seventh and eighth grade.  These are not things that make a great person.  Even though I had a few very close friends, I tended to choose solitary activities like walking in the woods and suntanning to the point of exhaustion, and by the time I got to high school where I went to for-reals parties where parents were out of town, and I started dating seriously, the hours I still watched movies by myself became some of my fondest memories later. 





Give me a blanket, a sinky couch, and a Brad Pitt movie, and I will calm like a swaddled babe, still. (These days it's probably more a Billy Crudup or Mark Ruffalo movie, to be honest.)  This might be a privileged perspective, but I don't feel like self-destruction is as necessary to learning who you are in the world as our culture may believe.  I mean, of course, we're all going to do dumb crap and no one can be in tune with themselves at every second of every day, especially a young person figuring out who to trust and who they want to be, but I appreciated the eventually sober take in Buntin's book about the chaos and loss of those adolescent days, because I believe in sanity and healthy boundaries for everyone: adults, children, and everyone in-between. 

Speaking of sanity, we celebrated Samantha's third birthday with a day at the beach and ice cream because the kid eschews cake.  After a day of reading library books on our stoop and playing under the sun, she fell asleep in one of her presents (which isn't as funny as it sounds because it was a shirt).  The next day, we were all so sleepy and worn out, Samantha and I spent the day in pjs.  She built "nests" out of blankets around the house and read books to herself while I cooked various meals.

It was heaven.








Finally, we've been Red Boxing it because Tim and I are both 102 inside and can't deal with things like cable or Netflix. The Great British Bake Off, however, is seriously rearranging my mind about Netflix, which we once had at the end of grad school and then went away for the summer, carting an overdue DVD around national parks for three months because we cannot be trusted.

About a month ago, Tim rented Manchester By the Sea and then fell asleep on the couch leaving me to sob sob sob, all by myself.  While I don't agree with some of the writing in Manchester, and this article about Casey Affleck disturbs me - as I think it should disturb all of us, I loved the technical skill of the director and could watch footage from a camera positioned on dark, cold water all day long.  (See also: Olive Kitteridge.)  

The real gem for me, though, has been 20th Century Women, which was directed by Mike Mills, who wrote and directed Beginners, starring Christopher Plumber and Ewan McGregor.  Tim thinks McGregor is only as good as the director he works with, something I hadn't really considered before, but might be true.  Thoughts there?  Actually, it was either my husband who said that or my movies-podcast partner, Lukis.  Is it bad that I can't remember which?  It's okay, I think.  They're friends and either one of them could have said it.

I knew nothing about 20th Century Women before Tim brought it home - are you getting a picture of my life yet, where Tim goes out for things and I lie in a hammock being waved with palm fronds? - and was delighted to see Billy Crudup in it because Billy Crudup is my woobie. 

Annette Bening is also high on my list of actors I would watch eat cereal or read a book or wash a car, and while Greta Gerwig can go either way for me, I really admire the writing in 20th Century Women and appreciated her character by the end.  The actor who most impressed me was perhaps Elle Fanning who is, what, eight years old now?  Just kidding, she's nineteen.  I last saw her in Sophia Coppola's truly perplexing Somewhere (which felt an awful lot like nowhere, didn't it?) and was pleased to see her with tons of lines and complexity in this film.

I'll spare you the podcast jag I've been on, except to say that I found S-Town truly mesmerizing and wasn't too conflicted while listening to it.  Missing Richard Simmons, on the other hand, feels underdeveloped, gimmicky, and sometimes just plain rude.  (I also can't get over how many trips the creator of MRS takes that result in no material.  What kind of budget were they on?)

Happy Spring, people!  I'm off to hang half a dozen boat oars around my bedroom walls.  Just kidding.  (Mostly.)  I'd probably do it if sleeping under solid oak clubs weren't such a hazard.  Then again, there's a whole blank wall facing the bed right now.  Hmm...   
XOXO



3 comments:

  1. I have a lot to say. 1. Samantha's hair is amazing and also seemingly half her entire body length?? 2. Matt keeps trying to rent Manchester by the Sea but I keep saying I don't want to b/c of all the Casey Affleck sexual harassment allegations. Matt and I got in a big discussion about it all, which I'd love to have with you someday.... 3. S-town!! That podcast was/is haunting. I loved John B. I loved that the This American Life people put out this kind of a nuanced, intricate story. Just loved loved loved. 4. Missing Richard Simmons! I'm so surprised that you listened to this! It doesn't seem very Kara-y. I agree that I kept thinking about the budget. I actually think it was over-produced... like, they had too much money. BUT I also really liked the big non-conclusion. I think because I'm so upset/annoyed by our current 24-hour headline news and our culture's obsession with big drama--that I liked that all the hype led to what seems like Richard Simmons giving us his "bye girl bye." :) Also love that Simmons was/is seemingly just over being a celebrity. HA! OK, Teddy and I are off to a potluck. xoxx

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  2. Hahaha Samantha's hair IS now half the length of her body! But her body is petite so it's not an outrageous feat? Telling myself this bc I fear hairdressers. See also my own dang hair. 2. I was really surprised how much I liked Manchester and now basically have Casey Affleck in the same category I have Joaquin Phoenix: actors who are so eerie and effective, could anything be possibly right in their souls? 3. I should have consulted you before my Missing Richard Simmons listen bc you are right: it WAS very un-Kara-y and I can't think of a single thing I agreed with in that podcast. Like: leave the man alone! It isn't normal to be in relationship with thousands of people at once. If he's suddenly made some healthy choices and come to his senses about taking care of himself, why on earth wouldn't you respect his privacy? (My only excuse is some days I can't face my walking loop without audio. Sad face) I hadn't thought about your takeaway: this podcast accidentally gave Simmons an easy way to say, See ya! I loved what his manager said about people misunderstanding how close they really were to Simmons. Anywaaaaay, hope the potluck was delicious and sunny. Did Matt and Isaac have their own BBQ at home or what? Xoxo

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  3. I just came back here to comment on my comment, BUT look, you did comment back. :) Please include "through blog comments" as another way we communicate. 1. It makes me feel good that you sometimes need audio on your walks! Sometimes when I go for walks, I can almost hear my brain screaming: "don't leave me alone with her!!" Lol? That being said, sometimes the quiet is A-OK. (I assumed you were someone content with quiet like 100% of the time.) 2. Matt and I watched Manchester on Friday night and I really want to talk to you about it. I totally know what you mean about Affleck and last night, I almost craved watching it again even though immediately after watching it, I was wrecked, destroyed, completely wrought. I couldn't fall asleep until like 2am... I think because I worked so hard to distract myself (on the Internet) from the sadness the movie made me feel that then my brain/body was weirdly wired/fried. Point being: that film!! And the ending! GAH. So true. So true to life. That scene with Michelle Williams with the baby in the stroller--I was squeezing Matt's arm so hard as we both silently sobbed. lkadfljkfadljkfadklfa;kl OK, that's about all I have energy for. Love you, friend!! p.s. Too bad we can't turn Grizzly and Golden into a blog-comment format?? I am realizing as I comment here that it's a free-ing medium because everyone knows that you are spit-balling.

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