Wednesday Word

I recently finished reading The Strange Affair of Spring Heeled Jack by Mark Hodder. There's one word that succintly describes what kind of book this is:

Steampunk: a subgenre of speculative fiction, usually set in an anachronistic quasi-Victorian alternate history setting. It could be described by the slogan “What the past would look like if the future had happened sooner.” It includes fiction with science fiction, fantasy or horror themes.

from Urban Dictionary

More on The Strange Affair of Spring Heeled Jack soon.

The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. LeGuin

The conclusion to the Earthsea Trilogy

The Farthest Shore is loaded with even more of the same beautiful writing that I so enjoyed in A Wizard of Earthsea and The Tombs of Atuan. Sparrowhawk, the great wizard and now the Archmage of Roke, has become aged, uniquely experienced and wise over the many years not covered by any of these novels. A greater problem than ever is brought before him: a problem with the function of magic and wizardry itself.

Sparrowhawk and a young prince travel long distances and to many exotic places. (My favorite is a floating civilization of people who live their entire lives on rafts far from any land.) The travelers consort with dragons, and face death many times and in many forms. As always, Sparrowhawk’s great abilities with magic must be the key to victory, but it is his bravery, self-control, intelligence and wisdom, along with those of his companion, that even make that possible.

The imagery and narrative style are really the most enjoyable aspects of this novel for me, even as they were in the other Earthsea novels. I think I’d love to read about a trip to the grocery store if it was written like this. The book is short but the journey of which it tells is long and hard. The descriptions are often dreamy, but still somehow lucid and richly detailed. There is a deep history in Earthsea from which to draw and a worthy future to protect.

I just love these books, and I’m sorry I did not read them earlier. LeGuin has created such a wonderful world full of fantastic places, relatable characters, bittersweet memories and powerful magic. I’d love to read the Earthsea trilogy again, but, alas, I have so many other books I should have read by now.

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By the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder

By the Shores of Silver Lake is a bit less quaint and a bit more hard-core than the preceding books in the Little House series. Before the first two pages are over, we learn that the family has been sick, is still weak from that illness, and Mary is blind. The hunting has become poor near Plum Creek and the farm has not produced a good wheat crop. The Ingalls’s decide to sell the farm and move west toward a homestead in Dakota Territory.

The style of this story is colored not only by the transitions in the American West brought on by the rush to settle the empty spaces and the breaking of ground for the railroad, but also by Laura’s own changes in maturity and understanding. In some of the earlier books, Laura Ingalls Wilder, the writer, is giving us hints about the seriousness of situations that maybe the less mature Laura of the story does not understand. In By the Shores of Silver Lake, we can see that Laura has grown up enough to understand, worry, fear, and desire to participate in some of the more difficult situations. She is still a free spirit and bravely meets new challenges such as being “eyes for Mary” and “seeing aloud” for her, and quickly learning to walk steadily in a moving car during her first train ride.

The Ingalls’s life in their new home seems like it will be more challenging than ever, although not just because of the necessity of braving the elements under relatively primitive conditions. The world now seems to be full of what Caroline Ingalls calls “rough men,” the kind of people from which Laura and her sisters have been sheltered for most of their life. Caroline’s worries, warnings, and attempts to keep her daughters proper young women seem to be symbolic of another transition, that of decent American society itself. From my point of view, it seems like sheltered, genteel girls wouldn’t have much of a chance of survival in the environment in which the Ingalls end up in Dakota Territory.

Laura’s plucky spirit is probably up to the challenge. There are some foreshadows of her future life (she decides she must be a teacher to help pay for Mary’s education, and she gets her first glimpse of Almanzo Wilder, though she is more interested in his horses.) It seems that being the eyes of her blind sister helped to make her such and observant and descriptive writer. She is adventurous, more like her father, and, even if I knew nothing about these stories ahead of time, I think I’d be convinced she’s going to be just fine. Her poor mother, on the other hand, faithful and hard-working as she is, still seems to be in for a bumpy ride.


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The Ruth Stout No-Work Garden Book by Ruth Stout and Richard Clemence

I didn’t think I would be including gardening books in this reading journal. For one thing, I rarely read them cover to cover. I usually use them as reference material and inspiration (which I tend to forget or ignore), but Ruth Stout’s No-Work Garden Book was an exception.

It is wise to view the concept of “no work” gardening with a bit of skepticism, of course, and I didn’t really read this book hoping to master the secrets of growing vegetables without lifting a finger. I had heard of Stout through other gardening journals and sources and found her attitudes refreshing, her methods intriguing, and her words highly amusing. When I came across this book at the local library, I gave into my curiosity. When I had read the first few chapters, I knew I was going to read the whole book.

Stout’s “no work” gardening system involved permanently mulching her entire vegetable garden with leaves and hay. She just pushed aside the mulch to plant, never tilled, and pushed the mulch back around the plants as they grew. Since this mulch was organic matter, it constantly decayed and degraded and effectively served as a nutritive compost that continuously fed the soil and the plants. She did this for many years with fabulous success, much to the delight and dismay of other organic gardeners, experts, scientists and, eventually, followers and fans.

As intriguing as Stout’s methods are, the delightfully cheerful and sometimes quirky way she engages the reader is what made this book worth reading from beginning to end. Some of her anecdotes and phrasings are really funny and the text is surprisingly devoid of any of the crankiness or I-told-you-so gloating you might expect from a successful gardener of a certain age who has become (deservedly) set in her ways. The book was fun to read and I felt like I would have loved to have a conversation or two about gardening, or anything else, really, with Ruth Stout.



Coming soon: On the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder


A Year of Books I Should Have Read By Now