Thursday, June 30, 2005

To begin...

My intent for the summer was to read a book a week and post a critique or random musings about how I felt about the book. So far, I have finished one novel and three Harry Potter books. So, there's not much there to critique.

When I finish a book, it's like that last swig of wine. It's pleasing as it hits the tongue and flows down the gullet, but when I want return to the glass to have another taste I find that it's over. Finished. There's just that little, annoying drop that never leaves the glass no matter how hard I pound it against my face. Well, it's something like that.

When I finish a book, it's like finishing a long hike that I really didn't want to finish. I want to go around a bend and find just one more stretch of trail, but I find the trailhead instead. So, I walk around the parking lot just to get the last bit out of my legs. Well, it's something like that.

I know that the best thing to do after I finish a book is write about how it impacted me, but I never feel so inspired. At least, not from Harry Potter because my scar is not on my forehead and I don't have a wand. In a book from a series, I find that the big questions are never really resolved.

So I guess I have to write about a book I finished in April, or somewhere around there. It's called More Die of Heartbreak by Saul Bellow who is a Noble Prize winning author. The parameters of the book are laid out in the first chapter. It’s narrated by a nephew and the other main character is his uncle. The nephew describes his botanist uncle as being a gifted, scientist-eccentric that wanted to be conscious of the world around him instead of "[claiming] this privilege of human distance." Then, in my opinion, the thesis: "If he had canceled his 'outside connection,' he wouldn't have had so much grief from the ladies." I say this is the thesis because the nephew then recounts how his uncle deals with a new life after he has married an upper class bachelorette. The book discusses the uncle and his life in terms of how the nephew sees himself. The nephew sees himself as more akin to his mother's brother than to his own father who is quite a hit with the ladies and who struggles to understand why his son would move from Paris back to the Midwest to be with a botanist. This motif is weaved throughout the novel winding its way through the nephew's tale of his one-time lover and their illegitimate child and the feelings of inadequacy with her. He parallels this with his uncle's fear that his new bride is becoming less elegant and more masculine (this is discovered in a funny little scene where the uncle is in the basement laundromat of this majestic, up-town high-rise and describes how his bride has developed the shoulders of a man). The uncle arranges the marriage without telling his nephew even though the latter's "assignment was to preserve him in his valuable oddity." The uncle's inadequacy is heightened when his new bride's father, a doctor, takes him on his rounds and keep showing the uncle the genitalia of old people. The uncle is horrified, but the nephew dismisses it as the doctor trying to have some sense of comic escape during his depressing routine.

The important thins are the events that surround the main characters: how they react to each other's circumstances and how they react to their own. The uncle, more reserved and less emotional, as evidenced by his occupation as a botanist, adjusts his perception of things and you do not see him act out any of his thoughts or feelings that are shared with his nephew. The nephew, seemingly mild-mannered, does act out his frustrations on the former lover who bore a child, but did not want any commitment, by traveling to see her and making a mess of her bathroom. “The air was bad” in the bathroom, he claims. “It was worse than bad. The odors of a settled intimacy between man and woman (with child thrown in) rose from the floor, came at me from the towels, the pipes, the base of the bowl, smells of human ammonia, sulfides, organic acids…These stinks, I thought, choking an intruder (me!), were more binding than a marriage license.” This kind of description of relationships metaphorically residing in one or more of the five senses depicts the reality of them. No one thinks about an intimate relationship as being accepting of the various odors that emanate from a body, but this, in fact, is one of the truest evidences of the stability of a relationship.

Noteworthy quote: "The world as it appears to you classifies your mind."

I'd give it a look of indifference.
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In progress: Fahrenheit 451.

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Friday, June 17, 2005

The nectar of the gods

Smooth. Rich. Dark. Steamy.

For those of you not thinking about Denzel Washington or Halle Barry, I am actually talking about the nectar of the gods - heaven in liquid form - coffee.

There have been few jobs in my life that I have thoroughly enjoyed. I worked at a jewelry store and the main thing that made me come to work everyday (no matter how perpetually late) was a group of friends. The other job that I enjoyed involved the coaxing of that blissful indulgence known as coffee from the latent vessel of the bean. I was a barista.

Now, the reasons for my entrance in barista-hood were to follow a friend I admired, experience the intellectual sparring behind the counter and get some chicks. The first two were fulfilled most expediently. The last took some time. I had to develop my skills until they were Cocktail-like. The flipping of the whip cream cans were a blur as the grinder hopper whirred and let escape the aroma of ecstasy. Within a couple of minutes, the result was finished and with artistic flair, handed to the expectant customer with salivating palate and I had the admiration of the entire cafe. The best part of working in that small cafe was getting to lead the customers in "Happy Birthday" when someone let slip that they were celebrating.

I can't help but note that the true enjoyment of a cup of coffee takes some time to develop. I can remember, before my palate had matured, heating up a cup of water and mixing in some, dare I say, General Foods International Blend of Cafe Vienna. A friend of mine recounted her boyfriend's method of drinking his coffee: "He drinks coffee like an eight-year-old girl. First, he asks the waiter to fill the cup three-fourths of the way up. Then, he puts in three non-dairy creamers, three packets of sugar and three cubes of ice." Eight-year olds, dude.

Thankfully, my similar experiences with restaurant coffee came to a close with a $17.00, quarter pound bag of Jamaican Blue Mountain The Holy Grail of coffee. It's like a pound of crack to the addict. A full pound will sell for about $50 in the States. It is the smoothest, richest, most incredible cup of coffee you will ever have the pleasure of drinking. Ever since I tasted that straight-from-the-gods cup of coffee, I feel as if the rest of my existence is just the passing of time until that next cup.

Kick back, grab a cup and share some coffee stories!

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