Sunday, July 24, 2011

My Annual Visit to France

Like everyone, I have traditions. Even in reading.

There are books I like to read at Christmas time. Childhood favorites that I share with my own children.

Then there is my favorite favorite. The one I reread at least once a year.

Les Miserables, Victor Hugo.

I love this book.

Nothing discernable to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidible, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.

And because of this book, I went to see the musical. (Where I then fell in love with musicals, but that is an entirely different story.)

The best review I ever read for this book came from Amazon. It is not mine, but it could be.  Paul Lehmann (Dallas) plucked the words right from my brain;

Here's my story about how I came to love this book.

If you're an average schmuck, with a job (not in academia), a life, and some curiosity, this review is for you.

If you're a literary blueblood, this review isnt for you. If your sworn enemy in life used to be your closest friend until they disagreed with you about whether Beowulf was a real person, be offended by my apathy and go away. If you had to turn off the TV newscasts on 9/11 because they were getting in the way of your arguments of whether sonnets devalue prose, just move on down to the next review.

I'm not a Literature buff. I tolerated English in high school and college because I had to, skipping what I could, skimming what I could get away with, and bluffing where needed. The thought picking up a stack of books and being dictated a marathon schedule to read them by still makes me bristle with quiet rebellion.

After school I ended up with a job with lots of down time between bursts of madness. I decided to make use of slow time going back and leisurely reading some of the 'classics' that I probably should have read before. Twain, Tolstoy, Dickens, Stowe and others pulled from the titles of Cliff's Notes (Hey, if Cliff says they're important....) Funny, but classics are much more palatable when they are read on a leisurely timeframe. Some I liked, some I couldn't care less about, but Les Miserables was, literally, a life-changing text.

I fell into Les Mis completely by accident. On day I forgot to pack whatever book I was working on that day and dug around looking for something other than Harlequins and Clancys. I picked up Hugo's Hunchback more by default than choice, liked the book, and in the closing commentary a writer mentioned that Hunchback was merely a prelude to his greatest work, Les Mis.

But starting Les Mis was a trial. French words scattered in the text were stumbling blocks. Hugo's text is a jealous mistress- it demands your full attention while reading. Les Mis is not in the genre of modern novels...grab the reader's attention in the first pages or lose them forever. I got bored reading about a bishop's daily routine. It takes 100 pages for the story to kick in. I stopped reading it twice, only to pick it back up a few months later and start all over.

But, as anyone who was read the novel can tell you, those first chapters are essential to the power of the story that follows.

I pushed my way through, got caught up in the current of the story once it began, and floated out the other side a better human being because of it.

Les Mis is a fantastic, detailed journey through human psychology. With 1400 pages, subplots, a cyclone of characters over decades of history, it can be difficult to distill WHAT the book is about into one word, but here's my try: Redemption.

Les Mis can be trying at times. Hugo is very detailed. He takes the reader though various side trips along the way. More than once he spends 100 pages setting up two pages of storyline. But his detail produces a work that is untouched in its ability to reveal the characters.

We see the difficulty in Valjean weighing wealth and praise from the multitudes against "one voice cursing in the darkness."

We see a character in Fantine pulled from innocence with a slow cruelty found nowhere else in lit: being turned for more misery (in surprising ways)like a pig on a split...with a reader helpless to intervene.

I see the police detective Javert as an embodiment of 'the system,'not necessarily as evil as one reviewer suggests. Hugo's penchant for overly-through descriptions adds multiple dimensions to what would otherwise be a flat character somewhere between a Napoleonic Joe Friday and Robobcop. We see Javert recite all the reasons he is right...and Hugo agrees with Javert... but we see that sometimes there is a larger truth than being 'right.'

Writing this a decade later I still see in my mind one of the most powerful images in the story: a middle-aged man and a small girl, both written off by the society around them, each with little in common with the other,walking down a deserted rural road, both clinging to each other because the other is all they have in the world.

For those who are used to watching all the loose ends coming together at the end of every hour of television, Les Mis will be a rude shift. It ends in a way that can be described as happy in its own sense though everyone doesnt ride off into the sunset or end with a joke and everyone laughing.

Frankly, I think it is impossible to appreciate the nuance of the musical without reading the unabridged text.

I finished reading Les Mis for the first time over 10 years ago. I still remember reading the last page, closing the book, and spending hours reflecting on the immensity of what I had experienced.

Girlfriend read it on my recommendation with similar effect.

Friend decided to stick it in his reading lists on my suggestion. When he started, he came to me frustrated with the slow start. "Is all this about the Bishop necessary to the story?" I said yes and he kept reading. A decade and hundreds of classic novels later still names Les Mis as his favorite book.

Shortly after reading it the first time, he recommended the book to yet another colleague looking for something to read to pass the time. As he handed it over, he issued a challenge: "Give me 100 pages, and your life will change."

He did, it did, and I now offer my friend's challenge to you! 

Saturday, July 23, 2011


1888 Victor Hugo, in French. Notre Dame de Paris.

This was a gorgeous book and included a silk cover.

It was a  great save, I think. 

It went on to a collector and I am glad I could find a good home for it.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Stephanie Plum


by Janet Evanovich.

I think the Stephanie Plum series was the first series I decided to collect. I love these books. A friend of mine suggested them to me after she had read them. Howling with laughter at them, she was.

Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter. A terrible bounty hunter with horrible luck and the the penchant for getting into the craziest situations. Her shenanigans do make me laugh out loud.

Worth a read, good for light reading, in my opinion. There is a little recap in every novel, especially regarding characters, so that you never feel lost.

The series;
One for the Money
Two for the Dough
Three to Get Deadly
Four to Score
High Five
Hot Six
Seven Up
Hard Eight
*Visions of Sugar Plums
To the Nines
Ten Big Ones
Eleven on Top
Twelve Sharp
*Plum Lovin'
Lean Mean Thirteen
*Plum Lucky
Fearless Fourteen
*Plum Spooky
Finger Lickin' Fifteen
Sizzling Sixteen
Smoking Seventeen
Explosive Eighteen

* In-Betweeners

Thursday, July 21, 2011


I used to buy a lot of books. I would spend hours every month prowling the shelves, reading blurbs. Checking reviews. Buying anything that I thought might be a good read.

Not anymore.

Not because I love reading any less, but because I am getting to the point where I only want to collect books that I already love. Which means, in my case, that I would like to read them again.

I still peruse the bookshelves, read the reviews and book jacket blurbs. But now I add them to a list. Books I Want to Read.

Usually I check them out from the library, I love that almost every book on my list is available from the library. Due in large part to the ILL (Inter Library Loan.)

Then there are the books from the recycling center. I read the blurb, or in many cases, as there no longer is a book jacket; the first few paragraphs. I can usually tell by the first few pages if I am going to like it or not. Not the story, the style. The story takes at least a few pages to develop, but the author's style will remain constant.

The books I get from there will either be read and donated, kept or altered. Sad, but true, for many books the recycling center is the last stop.

There are 3 types of books I have discovered at the recycling center;

  1. Library Discards: books that are just too old for the library, have a slight musty smell or they have too many copies . These are all fine, they will probably end up in someone's collection. 
  2. Personal Collections: these also are usually fine to add to a reader's collection. They may be dog-eared and doodled in, but otherwise readable.
  3. Destined for the Landfill: some are obviously damaged; warped, torn, missing covers. Foreign. Outdated, like law books or school books. Old atlases. 
I actually try to save as many of the latter as possible. The only ones I cannot save are the moldy ones. I have boxes of books in the attic earmarked for altering. I just didn't want to see them get thrown away. No wonder that one of my favorite school art projects was Trash to Treasure. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

I confess......

I am an avid reader.

I devour books, I always have. A fact that used to drive my mother insane. I would spend an eon picking out my book at the bookstore and then be half-way through it by the time I got home.

Which is exactly why I am a library patron. I check out books by the box. I try new authors. New genres.

I also rescue books from the recycling center. Those discarded tomes that have been tossed out of respectable libraries. Some I read. Some I pass along to the school. Bring home to my family.

Then there are the saddest cases, the damaged ones. I can't stand to see a book thrown out. Which is why I bring these home too. These, I alter. I am a big believer in recycling. Repurposing.

So, should you see a book I have altered shown here; fear not, these are not murdered books. The ones I alter are missing pages. Were wet and are now warped. All destined to be thrown into a landfill somewhere.