Joshua Hammer | Fiction
Love the title; can’t abide the book. I only read enough to feel I could legitimately put it down.
Love the title; can’t abide the book. I only read enough to feel I could legitimately put it down.
What a surprise! I thought H is for Hawk was a novel. I don’t know what my brain was thinking … that it was a posthumous replacement of H is for Homicide by Sue Grafton? It was a shock to discover this is nonfiction, and it really IS about training a hawk, a goshawk. I would never have picked this book off the library shelf if I knew these salient points. What I DID know is numerous people recommended it to me. And so I read it.
And I loved it. Helen Macdonald is a superb writer, I believe, to write about a hawk – a topic I had NO interest in – with such sensitivity, insight, suspense, humor, vulnerability, awareness, and knowledge! At one point she spends an entire page explaining different hawk hoods. Seriously? Whatever she didn’t know already, she researched very well.
This tale of her training her goshawk parallels T.H. White’s 1951 nonfiction book, The Goshawk. A constant theme is to compare and contrast what White is doing with his goshawk, with Helen’s decisions in modern-day England about her own. Yes, that is the same T.H. White who wrote The Once and Future King and The Sword in the Stone.
Helen’s father dies early in the book, and I realize that my friends recommended H is for Hawk because of how Macdonald interweaves her grief into the tale of her goshawk. Every 20 or 30 pages she talks about what is occurring with her grief, the memorial service, being with her mom, etc., and observes what she is learning and what parallels there are. It is a very non-sappy approach to grief, and I think one readers can understand readily. I am most profoundly impacted by a quote she shares from poet Marianne Moore: “The cure for loneliness is solitude.” Makes me think.
Yes, read it. Perhaps it will surprise you as it did me. Perhaps you will learn something about yourself, as I did. Perhaps you will decide to train a goshawk
Shoe Dog is fun! It certainly doesn’t read like an autobiography of a mucky-muck corporate exec, Founder, CEO. And yet, it is! I love the way Knight laughs at himself, shares his faux pas and mistakes, his weirdness, his worries. As a professional coach of entrepreneurs I was intrigued by his lack of articulated vision. He talks about a “crazy Idea” but isn’t very clear. We eventually learn that it is buying shoes from Japan and selling them here. But how fun to watch his crazy ideas evolve over the years.
Knight faces untold challenges. He begins with $50 from his father in 1963 by selling shoes out of his Plymouth Valiant, and grossing $8000. His memoir is humbling, seemingly unfiltered, refreshingly naïve. He doesn’t do much of anything by the books. I don’t know HOW he remembers most of these events from 1964, 65, and beyond, but he seems able to pull threads from his past and watch them reawaken.
Three hearts vs four was a tough decision for this book. While I really enjoyed the tale Knight weaves for us and his engaging style, I became a little bored with his financial difficulties. And not so much even bored with those, but I actually wanted to know more. Every time he spoke about design challenges, or marketing challenges, or his social ineptness, I found myself leaning forward. I wanted more on the breadth of his business – more about his retail philosophy, more about the athletes he signed, more about his organization structure and how he grew and inspired his employee base. Knight gives us one sentence – one lousy sentence – when he changes the name of his business from Blue Ribbon to Nike, after seven years. I bet there was a bit of angst over that momentous decision! Shoe Dog may also be a bit more interesting to us Oregonians than to mere mortals(!) It is an Oregon story, down to its roots.
Of the reviews I read, I like Bill Gate’s best:
“A refreshingly honest reminder of what the path to business success really looks like. It’s a messy, perilous, and chaotic journey riddled with mistakes, endless struggles, and sacrifice. Here Knight opens up in a way few CEOs are willing to do. I don’t think Knight sets out to teach the reader anything. Instead, he accomplishes something better. He tells his story as honestly as he can. It’s an amazing tale.”—Bill Gates, one of his favorite books of 2016
In many of my recent blog posts, I complain about shallow characters. Not in The Orchardist! You will know these characters so well, you will be able to predict their actions. I don’t know for certain if that is good or bad, but these characters are rich and interesting!
At the turn of the twentieth century, William Talmadge tends apples and apricots in his orchard in rural Washington State. One day, two young, scared, pregnant women appear on his land and, without speaking, Talmadge, Jane, and Della build a relationship. Of course, their lives are changed forever. And the story progresses from there, through the next 20 years.
This is 1900 in the Pacific Northwest. Before roads, before a lot of civilization as we know it. People live hardscrabble lives off the land. I am again amazed that this is a first novel. Coplin’s writing renders depth into a small and (often) picturesque slice of life. Much as the characters in this novel are fiercely independent, so is Coplin, in her style. I found myself particularly intrigued by her use of chapters. When they need to be a paragraph long, they are. When they need to be pages and pages, they are. I also smiled at the names she uses. Talmadge is always Talmadge, to everyone. I had to check the inside flap of the book to see if Talmadge was his first name. And his friend Caroline Middey is always Caroline Middey. Every single reference, every time she appears, she is Caroline Middey.
I don’t want to give the story away, but it is not a roses and lavender story. These folks, though incredibly successful at growing fruit, have hard social and interpersonal challenges. There is birth and death and violence and love and loyalty and betrayal. And always, apricots and apples and yummy food!
The Orchardist is a long book; it slows in places and speeds up in places. But it is the type of book you will read in front of the fireplace (or your modern-day version) evening after evening, for a few days. And you will think about these characters in-between your reading. Yes, I am still elevating and warming my ankle, so this was a PERFECT book for my current adventure!
Thank you to my friend Melinda for suggesting this book to me (and us!)
When a client is reading a book and finds it important enough to bring up in a coaching session, I take that to heart and read the book with my client; in this case, my client Chuck inspired me to read If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on my Face? by Alan Alda.
It's by Alan Alda, for heaven's sake. Yes, you expect it to be funny. And it is. You expect him to talk about MASH, and he does, but only once. This isn't a “use your 'I' statements and paraphrase what you think you just heard” type of communication book. No, this book is about real communication, and our responsibility as the speaker for all the communication that occurs or doesn’t occur.
What blew me out of the water is how much this book is about improvisational theater. I have a passion for improv. I have been learning and performing improv for five years and two months. And Alda believes that improv is the single best training ground for how to communicate. It's fascinating and inspiring! He reframes the power of improv for me.
He talks throughout the book about empathy, which he defines as “having an instantaneous, primal awareness of another's inner state” and Theory of Mind, which is about understanding what is going on in another person's mind. These are the critical components of communication: being aware of emotions and thoughts in the other.
This book is delightful to read. Now granted, I was sitting at home with an elevated sprained ankle while I read it, but it took me just over a day. Yes, you will communicate differently after you read If I Understood You ..... And you will enjoy learning!
p.s. a disclaimer. In my posting on Against Empathy, I wrote about how rational Paul Bloom’s argument is for "compassion" and against "empathy." But he defined empathy as feeling another's feelings. I think Alda's definition of being aware of another's feelings is a very different and much more useful use of the word.
Read Alda’s book. Have fun. Maybe you (and I) will even communicate better. Then again, maybe not. Either way, I will watch the look on your face.
Little Fires Everywhere has a slow start; a shallow teenage beginning. I kept thinking it was a Young Adult book, though it isn't listed as such on the book itself. So I did some research. Sure enough, Ng’s first book, Everything I Never Told You, won young adult awards. Little Fires Everywhere has been called a Young Adult genre book by Goodreads and other book-list publishers. One reviewer called it “an adult book for young adults.”
In Chapter 9, however, 1/3rd of the way through, something happens. A mother who abandoned her baby finds her with adoptive parents, and wants her baby back. This story-line takes off like fireworks skittering across the yard. The sense of shallow teenage-ness departs, and a heart wrenching story emerges with nuances and missed signals in relationships and situations.
However, it isn't enough to rescue this book. The crises are unrealistic and mostly unbelievable, including a fire that is never really explained, an abortion that doesn't ring true, and life-styles that are simply fictionalized. The relationships are filled with lies and withheld truths, making them ultimately baseless. The characters are one-dimensional. All told, I don’t recommend you add this book to your list. It is neither profound nor believable.
I can’t figure out why Little Fires Everywhere is a book club read. I will be interested to see what my book club members have to say. If I gain any different perspectives, I will share them here.
I would not likely pick up a random book of short stories, as many of you know by now if you have been reading Dusty Shelves for a while. But I heard about these short stories by Tom Hanks, just after seeing The Post, and I thought it was worth a try. As you may know, Hanks collects typewriters. In this collection of his writings (geesh, how many talents can one person have?) a typewriter plays a role. Sometimes it is a small and insignificant role; sometimes a central and vital role.
I thoroughly enjoyed the short stories of Uncommon Type, and Hanks book comes with my full recommendation. I kept picturing his quirky and somewhat crooked smile as I turned the page and began a new story. His tales have a light quality, and he develops his characters well in just a few pages. I liked the way his endings did not always wrap things up with big red bow.
If you are not a Tom Hanks fan, (which I assume must be possible!) you may not appreciate this book as much as I did. I can’t quite separate the stories from the author. I hope you enjoy!
I am a sucker for books about real-life and (sometime disastrous) hiking and climbing adventures. A true arm-chair aficionado, I immerse myself into these adventures on K2, in Montana, in the Sierra Nevada, or in the back deserts of Southern Utah. From the safety of my back deck, I experience and enjoy fascinating stories and adrenaline rushes.
Alone on the Wall is the most technical of these books that I have read. You have to be interested in understanding a bit about the difference between a 5.12c and a 5.13a climbing route. But if you are, you will enjoy the completely true stories of seven free solo climbs completed by the now 30-year-old and legendary Alex Honnold. Free soloing is climbing alone without a rope, a partner, or hardware such as pitons, nuts or cams for aid in climbing or for protection.
Alone on the Wall is a mix of excerpts from Alex’s journal as well as commentary and research by his co-author David Roberts. This book inspired me to watch various videos of Alex’s climbs, and his 60 Minutes interview, as I read about his absolutely astonishing climbs. This book is not for everyone, but if you enjoy outdoor physical adventures, you will appreciate this one. Even if you don't like these stories, glance at a copy of the book and check out the photos in the centerfold. They will take your breath away.
August Snow was a delightful surprise in its early pages. It is a novel about a Detroit cop who loses his job because he whistle-blows corruption, then receives a 12-million dollar settlement, travels the world for a year, returns to his former home in Mexicantown In Detroit, and proceeds to privately investigate a murder.
The delight was in Jones’ treatment of Detroit ... the interesting and often beautiful architecture, the varied and diverse food, the many generous residents, the disenfranchised poor and Black, the desperate and determined community struggle for revival. It was fascinating to read for a native-Detroiter, and I think it would be intriguing for non-Michiganders as well.
While August Snow (the man) has some utterly delightful relationships (yes, Snow's persona reminded me of Robert Parker's Spenser), unfortunately I found the physicality too violent and gruesome for my tastes, so the last bits, where August is confronting, fighting, and killing the bad guys, turned this novel from 4 hearts to 3 for me.
Now, here is an important question for all of you who were NOT born and raised in Detroit. Did you, in your growing up, go out for Maurice Salads, or is this a Detroit phenomenon? Snow waxes eloquently about this dish and I was salivating, remembering those day-long trips to JL Hudson department store in downtown Detroit, typically with my mom, where the high point of the day was the lunch break for Maurice Salad.
A starving and weak kitten is rescued from the streets of New Delhi by none other than the Dalai Lama. This is her story ... the cat with many names, but known throughout the monastery and the neighborhood most adoringly as HHC, His Holiness's Cat.
Seeing the Dalai Lama and his Buddhist teachings through the eyes of a kitten who is most concerned with the quality of the duck l'orange and whether or not the monks love Kye Kye, a dog they are fostering, more than her, is quite delightful! HHC understands all conversations, knows who the famous visitors are, and is endlessly intrigued by the goings-on of the monastery. It is fun to see this all through the eyes of a beloved cat.
You don't have to read far into this book to realize it isn't really a novel about a cat. It is actually a presentation of some of the most important Buddhist wisdom through the author's use of a very smart cat. I felt a bit duped by the front cover which clearly calls The Dalai Lama's Cat a novel. It is, in my mind, creative nonfiction. Nevertheless, I am happy to have this gentle introduction to Buddhism. This book appeared under my Christmas tree at the Tree Already Trimmed book swap, but the note inside did not indicate who left it there.
It's an easy and enjoyable read ... IF you want an easy entry into Buddhism.