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April Book Display, RVM Library

by Anne Newins

This month we highlight five authors (listed below) who may not be on current bestseller lists, but who are worth reading for the first time, or re-reading when reminded how much you enjoyed them the first time.

Tony Hillerman was best known for his Navajo Tribal Police mysteries.  But many fans enjoyed the Four Corners setting and descriptions of Navajo history and culture as much as the mysteries.

Reader Marie Terhune browses the April book display

Patrick O’Brian wrote nearly twenty nautical history novels set during the Napoleonic wars and featured the friendships between several members of the Royal Navy. The books had international fame until after OBrian’s death in 2000.

P. D. James received many honors during her lifetime for her distinguished accomplishments (of which there were many), eventually receiving the title of Baroness James of Holland Park.  She wrote crime thrillers and dystopian fiction.  Her best known novels feature Adam Dalgliesh, a poet and detective at Scotland Yard.

Isabel Allende, internationally famed for her work, also has received numerous awards.  Her novels are varied in subject, and often include historical events as well as magical realism.

Philip Margolin specializes in legal thrillers.  A prolific writer, his books include several series as well as stand-alone novels.

 

 

 

Book Review: Waters of Eternal Youth  by Donna Leon

Bonnie Tollefson

Reviewed by Bonnie Tollefson

Waters of Eternal Youth is number 25 in the Guido Brunetti series.  This series is set in present day Venice, Italy.  The author, Donna Leon, was born in New Jersey but spent over 30 years of her life living in Venice and her love and intimate knowledge of the city and life in the city comes thru.  Each book, while working on a crime deals with a different issue facing the city, be it environmental issues, the flooding, the treatment of immigrants or the people’s attitudes toward those not like themselves. Commisario Brunetti is married to a professor who loves the writings of James.  He has two children who we watch thru the series as they grow and mature. In this book, Brunetti is asked to looked into a case by his mother-in-law’s close friend.  First, he must convince his shallow and self-centered boss that there is something worth pursuing about the case.  In Waters of Eternal Youth, the case gets solved and the bad guy goes to jail, even tho it is not for the original crime, but not all of Leon’s books end happily.  Some end with the ambiguity that is a part of life.  Commisario Brunetti and his co-workers may know who committed a crime but proof is not available or the bad guy dies or moves or disappears before punishment. Sometimes it is the fault of the Italian legal system and sometimes it is just the way life is.      Donna Leon is 78 years old and lives in Switzerland after becoming a Swiss citizen but is still writing about Venice.

 

The Rogue Valley Manor library has 26 of the 30 books in this growing series, however number 30 just came out in March of 2021 and I would expect that one to be added soon.

Past Reviews:

1.  Flight,  A Celebration of 100 Years in Art and Literature — Book Review (Caldwell)
2.  Apeirogon — Book Review (Kent)
3.  The Mystery of Mrs. Christie — Book Review (Hines)
4.  Richard Wagamese — Author Review (Fautin)
5.  Why We Sleep — Book Recommendation (Corbett)
6.  Credible Threat — Book Review (Tollefson)
7.  Hamnet — Book Review (Newins)
8.  William Kent Krueger — Author Review (Fautin)
9.  Secondhand — Book Review (Newins)
10.  Karen Louise Erdrich — Author Review (Fautin)

Book Review:  Flight, A Celebration of 100 Years in Art and Literature, by Anne Collins

reviewed by Liz Caldwell

 

“I have been afflicted with the belief that flight is possible for man.” Wilbur Wright 1900

Since before the time of Icarus, human have dreamt of flying like birds to the heavens, home of the gods. In Greek mythology, Icarus flew too close to sun, fatally melting the wax of his wings. And little over 100 years ago, this dream of flight was realized by the Wright Brothers. Since that time, humans have achieved unimagined flight; breaking the sound barrier, landing on the moon, and living in a Space Station. This invention of the airplane has revolutionized the human experience, literally shaping our view of the world. It is arguably the defining technology of the twentieth century.

The anthology “Flight A Celebration of 100 Years in Art and Literature” honors this with an historical overview through art and literature. It was written in collaboration with NASA with editors Anne Collins Goodyear, Assistant Curator at the National Portrait Gallery; Roger Lanius of the Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum; Anthony Springer, NASA Manager and Test Engineer; and Bertram Ulrich, painter and curator of the NASA Art Program.

There are chapters on Aviation Invention, Heroic Age, War, Transportation, Space Flight, and Reaching for Stars. It is arranged chronologically from Octave Chanute, whom the Wrights acknowledge as a mentor, to Frank L. Culbertson who spent over 125 days in the International Space Station in 2001. It contains personal reflections by leading aviation pioneers such as the Wright Brothers, Louis Bleriot (who flew across the English Channel in 1900), Amelia Erhart (the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic), Charles Lindbergh (who first soloed across the Atlantic), and his wife Anne Morrow (who served as her husband’s co-pilot, navigator, and radio operator in charting commercial air routes), Captain Edward V. Rickenbacker (America’s leading Ace in WWI and later CEO of Eastern Airlines), Benjamin O. Davis, Jr. (who led the famous Tuskegee Airmen becoming the first African American to achieve Brigadier General), General Jimmy Doolittle (who led the first carrier-based bomber attack on mainland Japan), and Chuck Yeager (who broke the sound barrier.)

It is lavishly illustrated with over 85 Paintings and graphics including “Photo of the First Wright brothers’ flight December 17, 1903”; Pablo Picasso “Nortre Avenir est dans l’Air” 1912; Henri Rousseau “Pecheurs a’ la linge avec aero plane” ; Roy Lichtenstein” Whaam!” 1963; Georgia O’Keeffe “Sky above Clouds IV” 1965; Norman Rockwell “Grissom and Young Suiting Up” 1965; Yvonne Jacquette “Oregon Valley, Overcast Day II” 1995; Charles M. Schultz “Snoopy and the Red Baron” 1966 ; Robert T. McCall “The Spirit of Flight Research” 1977; Andy Warhol “Moonwalk” 1987; Roy Lagrone 1988 “Woody Driver —  Black Birdman (Tuskegee Airman)”; and Anne Leibovitz “Eileen Collins” 1999;

Writings are from from President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Broadcaster Walter Cronkite , and a stunning selection of authors from the world of aviation, science fiction, literature, science, and politics; with Ray Bradbury, Carl Sagan, Norman Mailer, Robert Heinlein, James Michener, Jules Verne, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, and John Travolta (actor / pilot / Quantas Airlines Ambassador at Large), plus poetry from Robert Frost, William Butler Yates, Robert Heinlein; Rudyard Kipling, Joni Mitchell (singer/song writer with 21 albums in 30 years) and others.

From “High Flight” 1941 by John Gillespie Magee, Jr (who died at age 19 in a WWII Spitfire)
“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
. . .
Put out my hand, and touched the Face of God.”

“Flight A Celebration of 100 Years in Art and Literature”
is available in the RVM Library as #4638 and is part of the Library’s March Book Display  “Celebrating the First 100 Years of Aviation.”
Illustration: “Compression and Penetration” Nixon Galloway, 1985

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Book Review: Apeirogon, by Colum McCann

Connie Kent

reviewed by Connie Kent

A horrible book. Horrible and horrifying. It’s shocking, distressing, confusing, sad. And it’s true.Apeirogon Cover

This disturbing tale is presented as a novel set in contemporary times. An Israeli man and a Palestinian man each lost a daughter to violence. The Palestinian man’s ten-year-old daughter was hit in the back of the head with a rubber bullet (a metal bullet with a rubber coating) as she stood outside a candy store with her friends during a morning break from school. The shooter was an eighteen year old Israeli soldier. Ten years earlier, the thirteen year old daughter of the Israeli was one of several victims of a Palestinian suicide bomber. Eventually, the men became friends participating in an organization that presents lectures worldwide, educating the rest of us and urging peace.

It’s a long book. It has 1001 chapters. Some are as short as one sentence, others cover several pages. Chapter numbers reach a peak in the middle and then reverse back to chapter one in the second half.

‘Apeirogon’ means “a shape with a countably infinite number of sides.” How can that be? It comes up several times in the book. It may refer to the infinite number of sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, with people of many different nations having a share; it may refer to the fact that, if you follow the line around the figure, you always come back to the starting point. That was explained somewhere in the book. It’s an unhappy story, a horrifying book – not a happy read. But it’s an important one.

McCann, Colum. Apeirogon. Random House, 2020.

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Book Review: The Mystery of Mrs. Christie, by Marie Benedict

         Jan Hines

 

reviewed by Jan Hines

I LOVE A MYSTERY!  Most of us remember reading Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys detective novels when we were kids. As we grew older we graduated to adult fiction and often our mystery books of choice were those written by British author, Agatha Christie.

Christie created two memorable protagonists to unravel the puzzles in her stories, the unassuming Miss Jane Marple and dapper Belgian Hercule Poirot. Yet, while these two super sleuths were busy solving every crime that came their way, no one has managed to find the answer to Christie’s real life mystery, her unexplained disappearance on December 3, 1926.

An extensive manhunt was initiated by the police when the famous author was reported missing, joined by citizens and celebrities such as Arthur Conan Doyle. No clues to her disappearance turned up except for her car found at the edge of a nearby pond. Her husband Archie, suspected of her murder by those with knowledge of Christie’s troubled marriage, was absolved when Christie reappeared 11 days later at a Yorkshire spa. Agatha Christie, an intensely private person, gave no explanation for her disappearance other than amnesia, and did not include the curious episode in her autobiography. Several books and a movie have offered various scenarios to fill in the missing 11 days, but none seemed convincing until author Marie Benedict introduced a bold, compelling version in her new book, The Mystery of Mrs. Christie.

Agatha Christie handed the world an unsolvable mystery. The question for readers to
answer is whether Marie Benedict, following in Jane Marple’s footsteps, found the solution to the mysterious case. The Mystery of Mrs. Christie is a new addition to the RVM Library.

Marie Benedict is a graduate of Boston College and Boston University of Law, a lawyer and best selling author of Lady Clementine and The Only Woman in the Room. She lives in Pittsburgh with her family.

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Author Review:  Richard Wagamese

       Daphne Fautin

by Daphne Fautin

Like author  Karen Louise Erdrich and the protagonist of William Kent Krueger’s books (both reviewed below), Richard Wagamese was also an Ojibway. What is it about these people? They all seems to be writers!  But unlike the other two, rather than living in the Twin Cities, he was Canadian. He belonged to the Wabaseemoong Independent Nations in what is now known as northwestern Ontario, but he lived in British Columbia. He was raised in a foster home in Ontario, and suffered many forms of abuse, including losing contact with his heritage.  He experienced and wrote about the losses and hardships imposed on native peoples.

Medicine Walk, which was published in 2014 and is being read by one of RVM’s many book groups, won the 2015 Banff Mountain Book Festival Grand award. It was not Wagamese’s only award, and a movie was adapted from his 2012 book Indian Horse.

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Book recommendation:  Why we sleep : unlocking the power of sleep and dreams  by Matthew P. Walker

       Tim Corbett

Wellness Department Manager Tim Corbett recommended the following book in his “Wellness Minute” on the Importance of Sleep in Good Day RVM.   Adapted from the RVM Library post to RVMlist on 1/1/2021. The book is available in the RVM Library as #9096, shelved at 612.8 Walker in non-fiction regular print.

” Why We Sleep is an important and fascinating book…Walker taught me a lot about this basic activity that every person on Earth needs. I suspect his book will do the same

Why We Sleep

for you.” –Bill Gates A New York Times bestseller and international sensation, this “stimulating and important book” ( Financial Times ) is a fascinating dive into the purpose and power of slumber. With two appearances on CBS This Morning and Fresh Air ‘s most popular interview of 2017, Matthew Walker has made abundantly clear that sleep is one of the most important but least understood aspects of our life. Until very recently, science had no answer to the question of why we sleep, or what good it served, or why we suffer such devastating health consequences when it is absent. Compared to the other basic drives in life–eating, drinking, and reproducing–the purpose of sleep remains

more elusive. Within the brain, sleep enriches a diversity of functions, including our ability to learn, memorize, and make logical decisions. It recalibrates our emotions, restocks our immune system, fine-tunes our metabolism, and regulates our appetite. Dreaming creates a virtual reality space in which the brain melds past and present knowledge, inspiring creativity. In this “compelling and utterly convincing” ( The Sunday Times ) book, preeminent neuroscientist and sleep expert Matthew Walker provides a revolutionary exploration of sleep, examining how it affects every aspect of our physical and mental well-being. Charting the most cutting-edge scientific breakthroughs, and marshalling his decades of research and clinical practice, Walker explains how we can harness sleep to improve learning, mood and energy levels, regulate hormones, prevent cancer, Alzheimer’s and diabetes, slow the effects of aging, and increase longevity. He also provides actionable steps towards getting a better night’s sleep every night. Clear-eyed, fascinating, and accessible, Why We Sleep is a crucial and illuminating book. Written with the precision of Atul Gawande, Andrew Solomon, and Sherwin Nuland, it is “recommended for night-table reading in the most pragmatic sense” ( The New York Times Book Review.)

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Credible Threat, by J. A. Jance (Gallery Books, 2020)

     Bonnie Tollefson

Reviewed by Bonnie Tollefson

Credible Threat is the 15th in the Ali Reynolds series.  Ali was a broadcast journalist in California until she was replaced by a “younger face”.  Out of a job and divorcing a cheating husband, Ali returns home to Arizona. Thru the years, Ali inherits a house, a job and a butler; marries a younger man, B. Simpson who owns a cybersecurity firm; and develops an eclectic group of friends including an octogenarian nun and an artificial intelligence named Frigg.

In Credible Threat, Rachel Higgins is introduced.  Rachel is the wife of a domineering husband and mother of a son who died in his 20’s of an accidental(?) overdose.  Quite by accident,
Rachel discovers that her son was the probable victim of his high school swimming coach, a pedophile priest.  Father Needham was tried, convicted and sent to prison for abusing other boys, where he died of Aids so he is beyond the reach of Rachel’s wrath.  She settles her desire for vengeance on Archbishop Francis Gillespie of Phoenix.  All summer she sends him threatening notes in Sunday offering plates all over Phoenix.  Archbishop Gillespie takes the notes to the police but they say he is a public figure and must expect such and they do not find the threats credible.   Still worried, Archbishop Gillespie turns to acquaintances B. Simpson and Ali Reynolds and their cybersecurity company High Noon Enterprises.  With B. called out of the country by a cybersecurity emergency, Ali, with the able assistance of Frigg, is on her own to identify Rachel, free a framed innocent man, and save the life of the archbishop, not easy tasks.

The Rogue Valley Manor library has 13 of the 15 books in this growing series. Number 16 is due out in June of 2021.

Editor’s comment:  I have to confess having trouble with the dramatis personae – an Artificial Intelligence sidekick?  But hey, if that’s what they write about, we gotta have reviews.  I may eventually have to read one if I can’t get that out of my mind.

Reviewer’s reply:  I think you would enjoy Frigg.  She started out as AI for a bad guy but she knew he was going down because he wouldn’t listen to her advice.  She hid herself in the Cloud and after much research sent her access info to High Noon Enterprises (definitely the good guys).  They access her with much trepidation and have tried to teach her ethics, but when the chips are down she still gets info she legally shouldn’t have. Helps move the story along though.

Frigg with bad guy – Man Overboard

Frigg activated by good guy – Duel to the Death

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Book Review:  Hamnet: A Novel of the Plague, by Maggie O’Farrell (Alfred A. Knopf, 2020)

by Anne Newins

Anne Newins

Irish author Maggie O’Farrell has created a lush and luminous fictional rendering of William Shakespeare’s family life during the Black Death in the late 16th century. Actual factual details of Shakespeare’s domestic life are limited, allowing the author to create a complex set of relationships both within the family and the community of Stratford. The book begins with a few brief, historical sentences:
“In the 1580s, a couple living on Henley Street, Stratford, had three children: Susanna, then Hamnet and Judith, who were twins.
The boy, Hamnet, died in 1596, aged eleven.
Four years or so later, the father wrote a play called Hamlet.”

From this point forward, the book becomes O’Farrell’s own, to the point that nowhere in the book is Shakespeare ever referenced by name. He always is “the father,” “the author,” or “the husband.” Anne Hathaway becomes “Agnes,” the name used in her father’s will. The names Hamnet and Hamlet were used interchangeably at the time.
The book is written primarily from Agnes’s and Hamnet’s perspectives, not Shakespeare’s. The plot weaves between the couple’s early romance, the tragic effects of the plague on their children and surrounding communities, and the consequences of Shakespeare’s success on the family. Nonconformist Agnes is a falconer and herbalist, constantly trying to find cures for the era’s many ailments. Hamnet is inextricably devoted to his twin, Judith. Other characters, including loathsome in-laws, are vividly portrayed.

To me, some of the most compelling parts of the novel are the rich natural descriptions, such as the following depiction of a forest. “You might find it a restless, verdant, inconstant sight; the wind caresses, ruffles, disturbs a mass of leaves; each tree answers to the weather’s ministrations at a slightly different tempo from its neighbor, bending and shuddering and tossing its branches, as if trying to get away from the air, from the very soil that nourishes it.”

Hamnet has received many good reviews from the New York Times, NPR, the Guardian, and others. RVM residents pining for OSF productions might enjoy this grief-stricken but life enhancing novel.
A copy is available in the RVM library.

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Author Review: William Kent Krueger

by Daphne Fautin

  Daphne Fautin

William Kent Krueger is the author of a series of stories featuring the quarter-Ojibwe detective Cork O’Connor. Krueger also has published three stand-alone books, This Tender Land, The Devil’s Bed, and Ordinary Grace. The last was read by one of the book groups on campus. Seventeen of the detective stories plus all three of the other books he has written are in the RVM library.

Born in Torrington, Wyoming, Krueger now lives in St. Paul, Minnesota, which plays an important role in This Tender Land. His detective stories are set in the fictional county of Tamarack in northern Minnesota (abutting the Boundary Waters). O’Connor, who was once sheriff of the county and then became a PI, is married to an Anglo attorney (like Krueger himself). Unlike Barbara Erdrich, a part Ojibwee author whose characters and settings are sometimes similar to Krueger’s, he is not a Native American. However, This Tender Land and The Devil’s Bed have long passages lauding family, and characters in both include part Indian children although they are not Ojibwe or Cree.

Words from the Ojibwe and Cree languages are scattered throughout the O’Connor books, but O’Connor lives off the reservation, much like a white man (although he does go into a sweat lodge). An important character is Henry Meloux, an Ojibwe medicine man (Mide), who fills a role similar to that of Tony Hillerman’s Navajo detective, Joe Leaphorn, and Henry Standing Bear in Craig Johnson’s detective stories that are set in the counterpart fictional Absoroka county in Wyoming. (Wyoming would be the first rather than last state alphabetically if the original proposal to name it after the indigenous Absoroka tribe instead of the Pennsylvania Wyoming tribe had been accepted).

Krueger is both novelist and mystery writer, and with mystery writers Hillerman and Johnson and novelist Erdrich, is part of a group of American authors who feature Native American characters and themes.                               William Kent Krueger

 

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Book Review: Secondhand: Travels in the New Global Garage Sale, by Adam Minter (Bloomsbury, 2019)

          Anne Newins

Reviewed by Anne Newins

Have you ever wondered what happens to all of the items you have donated to the Foundation, Goodwill, garage sales, or the many other outlets for secondhand goods? The Medford area alone has at least thirty businesses handling secondhand goods.

              Adam Mintner

Secondhand is a fascinating account of where many of these goods may finish up. Adam Minter, a columnist
for Bloomberg World View, has a long history of involvement with the subject. He currently is based in Shanghai. His great grandfather, an immigrant, started out as a rag picker in Texas, and the family eventually moved into selling scrap metal in Minnesota. This led Minter into a journalism career focusing on global recycling. His first book was Junkyard Planet. Minter is an engaging and lively writer.

The book also would appeal to people who enjoy travel writing. Minter recounts how the secondhand trade takes place in Arizona, Minnesota, Japan, Mexico, the United States, India, Ghana, Malaysia, and numerous other countries. He provides profiles of the interesting people and companies involved in the trade and makes it clear that these are skilled businesspeople, whatever their level of income.

The glut of secondhand goods originated after the Industrial Revolution since people now had the ability to buy and discard belongings. Mass production and increased prosperity allowed people to buy many possessions, including clothing, appliances, furniture and other durables. Over time, and particularly in the 1970’s, garage sales gained popularity in order to dispose of unwanted goods and buy yet more. Exports to other countries developed when wealthier nations could not absorb all of the used items and it became more profitable to export them, both for the exporting and importing countries.

Minter notes that obtaining accurate figures about the trade is difficult because much of it occurs informally, and in many cases, illegally. But the available statistics about the extent of the secondhand trade are astounding. For example:

  1. According to the EPA, in 2015, Americans tossed out 24.1 billion pounds of furniture and furnishings.
  2. About 30% of textiles collected from recycling in the United States are converted into wiping rags.
  3. Bookoff, Japan’s largest used bookseller, sends thirty-five tons of unsold books to paper recyclers every year.

Unsurprisingly, Minter is an advocate of global recycling. He has grave concerns about countries that try to limit exports of used technology or other goods to other countries, citing numerous examples of entrepreneurs who repair and resell old television sets, computers, telephones, and other devices that would otherwise would be unaffordable to citizens of developing nations. Access to this technology allows them to improve their own livelihoods and that of their nations.

In his preface, Minter states that readers “will find a surprising world where what’s old becomes new again, over and over, and the desire to profit from castoffs creates innovations and livelihoods—all over the world at all hours of the day.” Secondhand lives up to this claim.

A gently used copy of the book has been donated to the Manor library.

 

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                          Louise Erdrich

Author Review: Karen Louise Erdrich

    Daphne Fautin

Reviewed by Daphne Fautin

This is the first of what is hoped to be a series of author profiles of books read by RVM book groups.The Round House, winner of the National Book Award for Fiction and the 14th novel published by Louise Erdrich, was read by one of the groups on campus. Actually, it was read twice, as one of the members belatedly recalled – but she was the only one who remembered, and given the turn-over in book group membership, this is no surprise. The second reading was after deciding to read it instead of The Night Watchman. Both are in the RVM library – along with four others by Erdrich.  Those, and many others, are available at the Jackson County libraries, too.

Karen Louise Erdrich (to give her full name), is the author of novels, short stories, poems (she conducts poetry workshops), memoirs, and children’s books, most dealing with Native American subjects.  She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of the Anishinaabe (also known as Ojibwe and Chippewa).  Her mother, Rita Gourneau was half Ojibwe and half French; her father was Ralph Erdrich, an American of German ancestry. They met teaching at a BIA school in North Dakota. Her grandfather, Patrick Gourneau, was the subject of Erdrich’s recent book, The Night Watchman. But that was not his only occupation – he served for many years as tribal chairman for the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians. She told an interviewer that when she begins writing, she does not know the outcome of the story, and that is why writing The Night Watchman was so difficult for her – she knew exactly where it was going.

She lives in Minneapolis, where she and her sister, Heidi, have a store, Birchbark Books, Herbs, and Native Arts, and a small nonprofit publisher, Wiigwaas Press. She attended Dartmouth College and Johns Hopkins University. At Dartmouth, she met anthropologist Michael Dorris, who had adopted three Native American children.  She coauthored several books with him, and, once they had married, had three children.  He committed suicide (as they were divorcing or shortly after – reports differ) in 1997. Since then she has had another child, whose (Native American) father she has declined to name.

 

Nit Wit Newz

(Nit Wit Newz is an unauthorized, often unreliable, on-line news source designed to keep Manor residents abreast of the inconsequential, trifling and superficial events that dramatically shape and inform our everyday lives here at Rogue Valley Manor.                                                                                                                                    

 Ed Note:  our roving correspondent has returned to campus, but we continue to receive bulletins from our far-flung news services.  We may have to fling this one a little farther next time.

 

PLAZA REVAMP PLAN STIRS RIFTS

           Defending Design Decisions

Residents, dining committee, interior designer at loggerheads on Plaza re-do. Sticking points abound. Should room centerpiece be movable orchid planter, or tasteful sarcophagus?  Should restaurant model be “The French Laundry,” or a K-12 cafeteria?  For walls and ceilings, some favor muted earth tones, others lean toward a monochromatic fifty-shades-of-gray.

Many fear proposed demise of banquettes and Friendship tables. Claim proponents have bias against comfortable seating and good fellowship. Outraged proponents deny charge. Disagreements spread to rotunda and restrooms as well.

Meanwhile, as disputes fester, thirty-seven sub-committees have rapidly formed to hammer out disagreements.

First sub-committee report disappointing:  Table Linen panel deadlocked on napkin fabric. Group may be sequestered until concurrence reached.

Some early progress reported.  Leak from Beverage Container Committee meeting claims proposed replacement of stem ware with Tippy Sippy Cups has been nixed.

Dining Services Committee urging rapid resolution of all sub-committee disputes.  Seek to avoid threatened large-scale food fights among increasingly militant factions.

Stay tuned.

 

—A. Looney

 

 

 

Delft Blue Houses

A Collection

by Grant Koch

In the year 1952, KLM or Royal Dutch Airlines began a tradition of giving their first class,  and later, business class passengers, Delft blue ceramic replicas of famous houses from cities around the Netherlands.  As the collection grew, KLM added one house for every year the airline has been in business (plus some additional specials) and there are currrently 101 different  miniature houses.   Some of these contain Dutch gin Jenever (Genever), however certain countries don’t allow alcoholic beverages, hence the empty ones.  The pictured houses were collected by resident Yoka Koch during her many visits to the Netherlands to visit family and friends.

(interested in more information?  Check https://www.klmhouses.com/)

 

House #1 unidentified house in Amsterdam

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                    Houses # 2,#3,#4

  #2, Restaurant D’Vijff Vlieghen, Amsterdam, #3 Unidentified House Amsterdam, #4 Keizersgracht 127, Amsterdam

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House  #48 was Rembrandt’s house Amsterdam built in 1606

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            House # 75 was the KLM former headquarters in The Hague built in 1914.

 

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Group of houses from left to right:
#29  Leiden built in 1612  /  #28  Rotterdam  /  #35  Delft  built in 1631  / #26  the Hague  built in the 18th century  /   #32  Delft built in 1536

Word Play — The Sequel

by Tom Conger

            Tom Conger

Moving on in the world of words, we offer more amusing contrivances which may or may not be in the common lexicon. For this installment we are indebted to Weird And Wonderful Words edited by Erin McKean (illustrations by the estimable Roz Chast), Oxford University Press 2003.

You may want to designate this writer as a nihilarian – a person who deals with things of no importance . . .
batie-bummil – a useless bungler (obsolete Scottish word) – (see: this writer…)

bromatology – a treatise on food, the kind of cookbook with recipes for food that is good for you, instead of food you actually want to eat. (bromo, btw, is Greek root for food)

cockagrice – “an unappetizing dish (to modern palates) made of an old cock and a pig boiled and roasted together.” Grice = old word for pig. (not sure if the recipe could be found in your kitchen bromatology…)

longicorn – “a kind of beetle with very long antennae, The word comes from Latin words meaning ‘long’ and ‘horn,’ and it is a good example of a word with a perfectly serviceable etymology that still sounds made-up.”

nippitate – obscure word meaning “good strong ale,” sometimes found with faux Latin endings such as nippitatum and nippitati—but rarely found in modern discourse (nor saloons) . . .

pishachi – “a female devil or ghost, especially one that dislikes travelers and pregnant women.” These rarely beset RVM residents, but we suspect possible connection of the latter propensity to current shelter-in-place strictures . . .

snollygoster – “a dishonest politician [possibly redundant], especially a shrewd or calculating one.* A connection has been proposed between this word and snallygaster, a mythical monster in Maryland invented to frighten freed slaves. However, the first evidence for snallygaster follows snollygoster by about a hundred years…” but thought you oughta know.
*(see exauctorate – “to depose or oust from office, to deprive of authority”—from the Latin)

woofits – “an unwell feeling, especially a headache; a moody depression; a hangover. In one citation this is called ‘that dread disease that comes from overeating and underdrinking”… possible connections with the year 2020 have not been ruled out . . .

Readers are encouraged to submit to The Complement their own weird/wonderful selections, including any which they may have made up themselves

Adventures of Ralph

A tribute to don marquis, archy, and mehitabel

By Tom Conger

ralphie the cat was born
with only one eye he has
microopia said the vet he
is fine other than that he
was raised by a golden retriever
and thought he was a puppy and that s
why he is so mellow mannered and never
acted like a tomcat oh well i guess
it might have something to do with
that operation when they snipped
the little bbs off between his legs but
he never missed em said my wife that s
easy for you to say i said

he is a one man cat she says he
thinks you are god i say that s
because i get up early and feed him his
chow and let him sleep on  ~
my chest at night yes but you always
call him honeyboy and rub his tummy and
that s what a cat thinks is god well
wotthehell i think he s a honeyboy i
say and she says then you go pick
up the big yucky furball he ralphed
on the rug and while you re at it take care of
the black hairs he left on the duvet
cover so i do

sometimes early in the morning when
we re just getting that last bambi dream and
it s not really daylight ralphie tums
linguist and tries to speak in different
voices or whatever he sure has a lot
to say sometimes he tries to make
woowoo with ms Winnie who doesnt have any
equipment either but ralphie thinks
it s peachy and pretends he s a
tomcat which he never was in the first place i dont
think he minds when ms winnie gets
bored with the whole deal and walks away in the middle

he d rather eat chow or macadamia nuts and
lick the salt off my fingers when
i m having a bracer of scotch he
likes to be carried around straddling my
arm with his legs dangling down he
flexes the fingers of his left paw to
let you know he s in ecstasy he
also likes to walk on the keyboard of
my word processor when i m writing the column he
makes words like pppppppp;;;;;;;lll1ll and
qqqqqqqqqqq2222222qqqqq which we can t
read but he thinks he s a poet toujours gai
dad he says toujours gai and sweeps his tail under
my nose which makes me sneeze then i
have to get up and go lie down with
him in bed until he purrs himself to
sleep he is kind of a wuss but we dont
tell him so we really love him we re
going to have him stuffed when he dies

 

Watching birds at feeder every day                 (jbbardin)

Eat, sleep, poop, play, repeat. Woof!               (Jeannette Bournival)

At least I have a dog                                       (Jordan Mo)

PJ’s, Coffee, Music, Birds on deck                   (Kevin Scott)

In cocoon    with love           and meows        (Karen Frair)

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RVM Resident Garden Tour Revisited

Photo by Carolyn Schenler

RVM Resident Garden Tour Revisited

 

Rita Reitz and Jeannette Bournival took our residents on a wonderful tour of the resident gardens. It was shown on channel 900 on Thursday, November 12 at 7pm.  The COMPLEMENT proudly offers you a chance to see the video again.  Enjoy!

 

https://youtu.be/nOwPx7GCxSY

Three Poems

photographs by Ron Constable

 

Jiggle Bells    by Faye Isaak

A Handfull of Haiku     by Richard Finch

A Magical Conversation With a Tiny Brook     by Anita Sumariwalla

JIGGLE BELLS

Winner of the Complement Crossover Award for the best combination
of poetry and the preparedness theme

by Faye Isaak, (1989)

Jiggle bells, jiggle bells, fissures in the clay,
Falling rocks and aflershocks that jolt and jerk and sway.
Jiggle bells, jiggle bells, fissures in the clay;
Oh, what a ride on our mountainside when Mother Earth gave way.

The Earth, without a warning, on a day so fair and still,
Took rocks and tanks and houses and flung them down the hill.
For what seemed like forever it pitched and heaved and lurched.
It sorta made me think I shoulda spent more time in church. (refrain)

Front door will not open, back door will not close.
Water pipes are busted; we can siphon with the hose.
Well has lost its water, d1iveway’s split in two.
What used to be the fireplace is now a lovely view. (refrain)

Nothin’s in the cupboard, nothing’s in the drawer.
Shelves and all their contents are shattered on the floor.
But there stands Ethel’s vase, as ugly as before,
While my Lalique is in the creek, along with my armoire. (refrain)

Window frames are crooked, there’s cracks in every wall.
The floor is sorta rippled, and the deck’s not there at all.
Highway’s got huge landslides. Pavement’s cracked and crazed.
If I get home by Tuesday night, I’ll really be amazed. (refrain)

Put treasures in a blender, turn it up on high;
Wash it out with chicken soup and then try not to cry.
I know xl should get busy, and not sit here and bawl.
I’d re-hang Mama’s picture, but I cannot find the wall. (refrain)

Look at my stiff upper lip and not my quivering chin.
With every unexpected bump, I leap out of my skin.
But we have the Red Cross, FEMA and S.B.A.,
And lots of help from lots of friends–We’re gonna he okay. (refrain)

If we just lived closer, I’d give a Christmas hug
And share a festive cup of cheer (with no handle on the mug).
But here’s a “Meny Christmas, and a Bright and Brave New Year”!
We’re all okay and glad to say, “Halleluia, we’re still here!”

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Handful of Haiku

By Richard Finch

Exploring my face
Prying at my sleep-sealed eyes
Lonely August moon.

Chilled by the black lake
gusting wide my down bag
Errant July wind!

Minnows! Gnat-catchers!
Radar—armed bats! Are you
all out on strike? (Slap!)

The winter titmouse
Walks the birdbath surface with
Tentative wonder.

This wet afternoon
Mourners meet to say farewell
With silent, wet eyes.

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 ‘A Magical Conversation With A Tiny Brook‘

Anita Sumariwalla

“WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHERE ARE YOU GOlNG?”
“We come – from the warm bosom – of Mother Earth –
We receive – divine breath for life – to follow our destiny!
Yes. we pearls of crystal – seep forth – between stubborn boulders –
Tumbling down – carelessly – enjoying the fun –
As we melt – into the fluid diamonds –
eased by the laughing sun — we sparkle with joy!
We smile – on our bubbly way- at the endless sky –
While inhaling – deeply – the fragrant air so-light.
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“We do not worry – for our way is – predestined –
By the mysterious – etemal – cycle of life!
We may appear – harmless – and gay –
Beware – do not underestimate – our power!
For we have – strength – to form – to mold –
The sharpest edges – of stones – and rocks –
Into smooth pebbles – and gentle sand –
As we sweep down – our way – to fulfill our destiny!
But — we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“We sprinkle – teasingly – our silver diamonds – and pearls –
To instill life – into wondrous beings – on our eternal journey.
We enchant humans – and animals alike –
While refreshing – their wilted spirits –
We respond – with joy – when they smile at us!
We dance – and play – with the tiniest creatures –
With utmost tenderness – a gentle cooling.
But – we cannot remain — or stay – our curious friend –

“Then – there are times – mean elements — force us –
We have – no choice – or say –
As we witness – the dreadful destruction – the pain –
We inflict – most unwillingly – on humans – and beasts –
We share – their sorrow – we mourn – we weep with them!
And then – there are times – glorious times –
When we pour – gently – most welcome relief-
Onto disheartened – humans and beasts – the thirst-crusted earth –
We see – then rejoice – with the enchanted beings –
We are thrilled – delighted – in helping – create new life!
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“As we must – continue to flow – to follow our journey –
To meet – and unite – with new playmates –
Our brother-diamonds – our sister-pearls – who join us –
We are destined – to unite – to create – rivers – and streams –
It is ordained – that – be blend – we melt – into ONE!
We are increasing – creating flowing rivers – and streams –
Until – we may rest – a while – in the soothing calm –
As we receive — a most welcome respite –
ln the serene beauty – of a dreaming pond – or lake!
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –
“We must keep flowing – to continue – what is destined.
We laugh – we delight – at the glorious sun –
Who toys with us – who ignites – golden sparkles on us!
At night – we pause – while reflecting – the mysterious moon –
With gentle affection – respect – and tenderness!
But – we cannot remain – or stay — our curious friend –

“We must spread-out – grow wider – deeper – and calmer –
As we remember – our mission – our reason for being! –
With eagerness – we learn – we adjust – we are free –
To welcome – to celebrate – the magical meeting – blending –
Of us – into – the overwhelmingly majestic ocean –
To become – ONE!
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“As the timeless rhythm – of every-breathing tides –
Help us – to embrace – the amazing contours – of continents!
Gingerly – we cradle – fragile boats — ships – and barges –
With loving care – to their destinations –
We reach out – surround them – in friendship – and trust!
We feel powerful – and yet – we learn –
While becoming aware – turning humble –
As we meet – the awesome elements – of nature!
Currents – that rush us – from one shore – to another –
Invisible winds – torrential rains – thunderous storms –
That whip us – seeming eternally – mercilessly –
Into monstrous waves – high mountains – bottomless valleys –
Crowned with – angry spittle – and twirling foam!
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“How we long – for the sweet sun – our beloved friend –
We rejoice – in knowing – that we will – meet again!
For it is our destiny – to be gently embraced – to be absorbed –
By the caressing rays – of our glorious – heavenly sun –
To be molded – lovingly – into billowing clouds —
To glide – soothingly – across the seemingly endless sky!
But – we cannot remain – or stay – our curious friend –

“We are being – conveyed – ever-so-gently — back home –
To our precious mountains – our guardians – our friends!
We rest for a moment – we sigh with grateful relief-
Then – melt – once again – into – diamonds and pearls –
Within – imposing castles – of rocks – so solid!
Yet — we are happy – trusting – as we seep – silently –
To sink – deep – deep – to return –
lnto the warm bosom – of Mother Earth –
To slumber – in peace – to rest – for a while –
Before – our journey – begins anew!

“You asked:

‘WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?‘

We just told you:

IT IS THE MAGICAL – DIVINE CYCLE – OF RESURRECTlON!”

 

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Word Play: There’s a Word for That

by Tom Conger  

Words can be fun. Words can be frustrating. English words in particular, drawing from so many different sources, can be fascinating indeed. If there is a theme to this presentation, let’s essay—as a chronologically-gifted constituency—to focus on words which deal somewhat in the realm of geriatrics. For purposes of this exercise, let’s dispense with the words we once learned, which served us so well over so many long decades, and which have been appropriated by today’s young people to mean something entirely different than what we were taught. For this initial chapter, we are indebted to Why Do We Say It? by Castle Books, distributed by Barnes & Noble.

Charley Horse – sports slang for painful stiffness in the muscles, resulting from unaccustomed vigorous activity (reaching down to pull up one’s socks…): “common name for an old horse, particularly one afflicted with sweeny or other stiffness.”

D-Day – June 6, 1944: the D just stands for Day. “In order not to divulge the designated day of a military operation it was never written as a definite date but only as ‘D’; the hour was designated as ’H.’ ” And Hitler didn’t even know where the Allies would land . . .

Duck Soup – easy: “A puddle caused by rainfall will materialize without human effort…a project requiring no special effort.”

Fogey – old, behind the times: once a standard English word “Foggy” meaning fat, bloated, or “moss-grown.” “The Scots adopted the word as “fogey” and used it disrespectfully for a woefully chronologically-advanced auld fellow.

Gaffer – chronologically-advanced auld fellow: merely a contraction of “grandfather.”

Hep – savvy (“woke”): Army drill sergeants counting marching cadence call out “Hep! Hep!” (“Step! Step”). Recruits who learn to keep step (literally & figuratively) w/their mates are “hep” (aka “hip”).

Jalopy – dilapidated chronologically-enhanced automobile: rides rough like a horse = “gallop-y” (with a softened G, becomes jalopy).

Rumble Seat – outside seat: behind the body of the carriage, originally designed for servants; when sitting back there one could hear the rumble of the carriage as it rolled along.

Tin Lizzie – cheap Ford: Fords were called “Lizzie” presumably due to their similarity to lizards—fast cars were “whizzers” and slow heaps were “lizards.” And thinnest of sheetmetal was used to make tin cans.

March Hare – mad as: “March begins the rutting season for hares and the hares run about wildly at that time—apparently quite ‘mad.’ ”

Mud in Your Eye – a toast: to yourself, as in “I hope I beat you.” If the track for a horse race is muddy, the rider of the losing horse will get mud in his eye from the leader(s).

OK – all right: Presidential election of 1840, Van Buren was nicknamed “The Wizard of Kinderhook” after his birthplace Old Kinderhook. NYC support groups called themselves “The Democratic O.K. Club” and others followed suit, using the term “O.K” as a slogan, which became synonymous with stating they/their candidates were right on


Plus Fours
– golfers’ knickers: ordinary knee-breeches were not full enough at the knees to allow a golf swing, so tailors added four inches to the length of the seam, allowing them to hang over the knees, giving the player enough slack. The tailor’s notation for this was “+4.”

Salad Days – a man’s youth: “when a man is young he’s ‘green’—and ‘greens’ go into making a salad.”

Speakeasy – illicit saloon: Irish origin. Raising a ruckus where liquor was sold contrary to Prohibition Law could alert the police, thus one had to “speak easy.”

Kick the Bucket – Celestial exit: one about to hang self would mount a bucket (or stool), affix the noose, then kick the bucket out from under = Aloha Nui . . .

Three More Poems

(more 6word novels)

photographs by Ron Constable

 

BIRDSONG   by Ray Teplitz

I Don’t Know Why   by Jackie Parrish

Out Fishin’   by John Reimer

                                                               

 BIRDSONG

by Ray Teplitz   3/17/18

I try to remember to wear my
hearing aids when I go out
walking.  It is not only for me
to better participate in the
word-song that passes for
communication between me
and other walkers, but to remain
aware of oncoming traffic,
passing drones, malicious
pigeons, etc. and the music of
the bird sounds that abound.

Some of those sounds are the
twittering of gossipy conver-
sations, possibly warnings of
the time to attend  school or
the need to get to a meeting of
scholars or business of other
kinds…who knows what the
finches may be up to now?  But,
they burst into song now and
then.  Is it a random impulse?
Or an organized event?  Per-
haps, the beginning of an
opera?  Whatever.  I imagine
that those better informed
about birds may know, but not
I.

My memory is stirred about
the bird in our house, a yellow
canary, my father’s bird.  It
was my task to see to it that
the bird was fed, watered and
the cage cleaned.  But, the bird
studiously ignored us all,
except for my father.  On his
return home, the bird was
released and after flying about
the room enjoying its freedom,
it would settle on my dad’s
shoulder and sing gloriously.
They would kiss.  It was just
wonderful to see…………and hear.

Why and how this special
relationship came to be is
another one of those questions
I never got to ask my dad.

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“I Don’t Know Why”

by Jackie Parrish

Old men perched high in tiered row,
Proclaim we have another foe
And insist we have to go.
But, is it so?
Yet, who can say no.

Soon missiles fly,
And invisible women cry,
and children die.
And I wish I knew why.

Old ones and young ones,
Dark ones and light ones.
They all
Silently fall.
A momentary sorrow,
Forgotten tomorrow.

Another missile sails.
A mother wails
At child blood trails
Drawn in the sand
Of the battered land.
What did they do?
I wish I knew.

For oil, for greed?
For color, for creed?
For profit, for pride?
I think they have lied.

We’re sent to kill.
They’re left to die.
Tiny specks on a hill.
And I don’t know why.

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Out Fishin’

by John Reimer (4/19/06)

I crept up softly to the shore
of that remembered pool
I knew some trout were in it
That I would try to fool

I sent my fly to dancin’
Upon the water clear
They must have seen it floating by
There was no cause to fear

I cast the fly to make it land
Farther up the stream
I did my best to make it float —
A dead fly to be seen.

I chose my spot and made my cast
And landed it with care
And sure enough a silver fish
I found awaiting there.

I saw a fish come swiftly up —
The fly to disappear,
I felt the tug and hooked the fish —
Sent up a lusty cheer.

It plunged, cavorted, did its best
To keep from being caught
It bent the rod and pulled the line –
It fought and fought and fought

At last it tired and came to me
And landed in my net
The biggest fish I ever had –
As big as they can get.

For all the joy it brought to me
I took a memory look. –
Took the fly so gently out –
Returned it to the brook.

You see that I will fish for more
Than taking home the fish –
My memry book holds many a dream
I otherwise would miss.

For I will dream beside the stream
While I am fishing there
And whether I catch fish or not
I simply do not care.

 

Time for glass of wine yet?                                                  (Helen McCrea)

Thank goodness Albertson’s now delivers wine                 (Linda Sind)

I’m fine, I had some wine                                                    (William Silfvast)

To SIP has a new meaning.                                                 (Dolores Fisette)

Fill my glass. This will pass!                                                (janet Hines)

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