Moon Musings

I’ve always been really interested in stars and planets, space exploration, and astronauts, ever since first grade when we studied the solar system and I decided I wanted to be the next Sally Ride (the first American woman in space—hey, I was in first grade in 1982-83, right when she was doing her thing). I was surprised to realize recently that the 40th anniversary of Neil Armstrong and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin’s moon landing is coming up in a little over a month. How incredible it must have been to watch that happen on July 20, 1969—the live TV broadcast of man’s first steps onto the surface of the moon! In honor of the upcoming anniversary, here are some good moon-related things to read: Cover image of Lost Moon: The Perilous Voyage of Apollo 13, by Jim Lovell and Jeffrey Kluger. This is the book upon which the hit 1995 film “Apollo 13” is based, and co-author Jim Lovell of course was the commander of that ill-fated moon mission. I’ve just finished this, and it offers a very interesting insider’s perspective of the events of that week in April 1970. The authors obviously did a ton of research and interviews, because there’s more than just Lovell’s perspective from aboard the spacecraft—you get an impressive behind-the-scenes view of life at Mission Control during the crisis as well. I also have enjoyed reading more about Lovell’s earlier career in the Navy and as a test pilot, and how he entered the space program, pieces of the story that were left out of the movie version. This book is available at Snell Library and is a great insider account of a (failed) moon mission. For more on the original Apollo moon landing, you can look for Buzz Aldrin’s books. I haven’t read these (yet), but he’s written both adult and children’s books on the subject. He published an autobiography in the 1970s called Return to Earth, as well as the children’s books Reaching for the Moon and Look to the Stars. Unfortunately, none of these are available at Snell Library, but you could use Interlibrary Loan to request them from other libraries. Aldrin also has a new autobiography coming out this summer, to coincide with the anniversary of his historic mission. It’s called Magnificent Desolation: The Long Journey Home from the Moon. Keep an eye out for it! If fiction is more your style, try The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert A. Heinlein. This is a Hugo Award–winning science fiction novel written in the mid-1960s. (The Hugo Award is science fiction’s most prestigious award.) The novel is set in 2075 in the Lunar Colonies, whose inhabitants are descended from the criminals and political prisoners who were originally (and involuntarily) transported there. The novel is primarily about a revolution that takes place there against Earth rule (my thanks to Wikipedia for the quick synopsis). It’s been ages since I read this, but I’m thinking of picking it up again. It also happens to be my mom’s favorite sci-fi book, which frankly is as good a recommendation as you should need! 🙂 And what list of moon-related reading would be complete without Goodnight Moon, by Margaret Wise Brown (illustrated by Clement Hurd)? A classic of the children’s literature canon, this is one of the first books pretty much every American parent reads to his or her child, and was certainly a staple of my early reading life. Enjoy your lunar travels, and Happy Moon-iversary!

The Rose and the Beast

One of my favorite places to just poke around in the library is the Favat Children’s section. I love children’s books – at one point I even thought I wanted to major in it, if that was in any way possible – and strolling through those couple of aisles, always give me a very nice, private, unthreatening sensation of calm. It’s always nice getting new things, but equally delightful finding old children’s books that I had forgotten, some little piece that I’d picked up years and years ago in the corner of my elementary or middle or high school teacher’s classroom, in a town far, far away from here. Today I found The Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold by Francesca Lia Block. Years ago, it immediately attracted me probably from a combination of my children’s books/fairy tales/myths love and a lurking interest in dark stories and things and images – things that made me worship Tim Burton as a kid. These fairy tales are odd reimaginings of classic stories from the beautifully twisted, darkly poetic mind of Francesca Lia Block. They’re a jaded adult in the body of a girl-child, a tea party of the most tired experiences in a woman’s lifetime, a band of teen hoodlums getting drunk in the kid’s theater house they just broke into, sugar icing on a rotten cupcake – melancholy, and ironic, and sad in the sharpest way.

Essential New England Books

The Boston Globe has published a list of what they think are the 100 Essential New England Books.  There are certainly a number on the list that I’ve read or certainly been meaning to read.  I’d also be curious to see what determined their rankings.  They left off one of my New England favorites, The Witch of Blackbird Pond.  I have a feeling, I may come up with a few more, once I have a chance to mull it over. What do you think?

Chuck Palahniuk and Diary

It all started in high school journalism class. Everyone, it seemed, got into Chuck Palahniuk at once, and a flurry of book exchanges and lunchtime discussions soon became a constant interruption to our newspaper goings-on. I suppose it could have just been ‘that age’ where sixteen-year-olds all of a sudden discover that Fight Club (“the coolest movie ever!” thought all of our sixteen-year-old selves) was a book before it ever was a movie. This meant, we soon realized, that there were more stories like it out there, all spawned from the freaked-out, twisted-up mind of its sharp-tongued creator, Palahniuk. After Fight Club, I read Invisible Monsters, which my friend Nova has called the ‘girl version of Fight Club’. I’m not sure I agree; it is, however, my favorite book by him. Lullaby didn’t really do it for me, and Choke – well, Choke was Choke. I’m generally not one to shy away from a book because it’s too graphic, but… well it was a lot. There were lots of things about it that I liked – but it’s not my favorite. Lately, I checked out Diary from the library after finding my way to the section in Snell with Palahniuk. It ended up being a choice between that or Rant, which Palahniuk claims as an ‘oral biography’. Whatever it was, it didn’t read very interesting in the first few pages. Diary, however, did not disappoint when it came to interest-piquing, Palahniuk-characteristic, body-fluid filled fiction. His propensity for the simultaneously fantastically revolting combined with the intense human yearning and drama of his characters, all topped with a flagrant disregard for the conventions of either realism, science-fiction, or fantasy, make for an at once gripping and horrifying story. The novel is about a woman named Misty – pathetic, used, unloved – whose husband just died, and whose island home of Waytansea Island (when she was brought there by her husband, it was a quaint, picturesque Cape Cod-like community of serenity) has become degraded, poor, and forced to open itself out to the ravages of tourism. When Misty begins to paint again after years of stopping, her paintings have an almost hypnotically-powerful force. When she finds a years old diary of a young woman whose life seems oddly to echo her own, it becomes clear that the island and the townspeople have plans for her that she may be powerless to overcome. Sometimes funny, sometimes touching, sometimes macabre, pathetic, pessimistic and at times downright nauseating, Diary is a story of the most absolute of failure – betrayal, resentment, deception, murder, evil, weakness – in all its unsavory glory, and the voice of Palahniuk – unflinching and unrelenting – documents it all, with mind firmly in the gutter, and tongue firmly wedged in cheek.

Mount Analogue

Last year, on an absolutely crazy whim, I decided to get Wilderness First Aid certified. My roommate, in her last year of college, was trying to figure out what she wanted to do as a career once she was of free class-taking and homework-doing. We all started toying with the idea of her being the perfect Adventure Travel leader – she was extremely active, friendly and outdoorsy. Many of the programs we found, however, required that the candidate be certified in Wilderness First Aid. I decided to come along for the ride. The thing is that I had never even really been camping, if you want to know the truth. I mean, really. I’ve been to cabins and I’ve slept in tents, but the tents were never really in the wilderness and … I mean, cabins? Even I feel like that’s a bit of a cop-out. It was very intimidating, then, for me to come to this little weekend getaway with all of these intense youth-leader outdoorsy types (this class was specifically for people who lead youth groups… they gave us an exception but were nonetheless confused by our presence) who had been hiking and camping and otherwise frolicking about in the outdoors for years on end – and were in fact even in charge of the outdoor frolickings of other! So when things turned out perfectly fantastic, when I ended up learning a lot, getting to talk to really interesting and awesome people, and developing a new appreciation and thirst for outdoor adventure, I was pleasantly surprised. Imagine how much more delighted I was when I had this fantastic chat about books with our Wilderness First Aid certifier, who turned out to also be a high school English teacher. His favorite book, he told me, was Mount Analogue, a allegorical story about mountain climbers. I thought it was pretty endearing that he managed to combine his two – at first glance uncombine-able – loves, and eager to experience the combination of one of my tried and true favorites with a new interest, I vowed to seek it out. It took me a while to find it because I kept spelling it ‘Analog’ and cursing at Google when nothing would come up. But I finally discovered that it’s an unfinished novel by French surrealist Rene Daumal. Immediately, I did as any good little, well-trained Northeastern student would do – I NUCAT-ed it. Alas! It wasn’t to be found! Nor was it at the BPL in Copley – the search for this book was becoming ironically similar to the fruitless search of the men in the story. Luckily, Emily helped me discover the inter-library loan option on the library’s website and – success! – two libraries in the system carry it! So the day ended with a library lesson learned, everyone was happy, books were distributed. Goodness: such power.