Saturday, March 31, 2007
broad strokes from the heartland...
A few moments stick out--but one overarching theme. It can be summed up by the first moment. The Art Institute of Chicago was one of the single most amazing two hours of the trip. Of the literally hundreds (maybe thousands!) of pieces I saw, I couldn't believe the difference of looking at masterpieces in person rather than in a book. This Renoir painting, for example:
I have seen it over and over again in books and on the cover of Impressionism books. Not until you see it in person can you know what it is really like and feel the power of the blue in those flowers and in the smaller girls eyes. It is incredible.
This has been the case over and over again on this visit. Sure, I saw a picture of campus on the website, I looked at the map of the towns online--but it wasn't until I was here and could experience the details of the place did those broad strokes (thanks for that term Dad! it is coming in handy!) and impressions begin to form images that were more literal in my mind. I had another moment inside the English building where I will be spending so much time over the next years. I think when wonderful people inhibit beautiful spaces, those spaces become that much more beautiful. That is how I felt about my visit to the campus. Aesthetically, it is gorgeous...but it was the people that really made it glow for me.
Finally, I would be remiss not to comment on the closing song tonight in the priesthood session. Since I was hard charging around looking for a place to live, I wasn't able to see any of the other sessions today, so I was lapping up the spirit in tonight's meeting. The "new" Be Still My Soul tonight was one of the most beautiful pieces/arrangements that I can remember EVER being sung in a priesthood meeting. I was touched.
I can't wait to return to this town. I wish that we could move out tomorrow. It makes me excited that I get to raise my kids in such a neat town. I think it is going to be wonderful for them.
Friday, March 09, 2007
February Books (and a first Fighting Illini post)
I have been holding off on this post until I finished with The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, but with all the excitement of late, I couldn’t wait any longer—I only have 15 pages left anyway. First things first…big news! Most of you know by now that I was ACCEPTED to the Writing Studies MA/PhD program at the
This entry is meant as a book review. I have four more books to talk about that I have read over the last month and a half or so… here goes:
The Gift of Asher Lev- Chaim Potok
This is the sequel to the book that I read earlier in the year, My Name is Asher Lev and while not delivering in as complete of a way that the first book did, Gift was a great book, and a great continuation on some of the themes that are first addressed in Name. Asher Lev is now a middle aged man, living in
The Gift of Asher Lev is great and I had read that it was the second book in a series of what was intended to be three books but that Potok hadn’t yet written the third. The plot of the second book is left wide open at the end and almost begs a sequel. Imagine my disappointment when a little research uncovered the fact that Potok died of a brain tumor five years ago.
The Handmaid’s Tale- Margaret Atwood
I saw a copy of this book on the shelf of one of my former professors. I had very much enjoyed the class and trusted her judgment on books and so, because the fame of this novel also precedes it anyway, checked out a copy of it from our campus library. I’ll say right up front that this isn’t a novel for everyone. I can’t recommend it. But it was an interesting dystopian look at the future. Basically the gist is this: World War III (or whatever you want to call it) has occurred and what the
The Pearl- John Steinbeck
The Pearl is another novella, much like the Red Pony, and despite it being very widely read in jr. high/high school, I never read it. So, I read it in a few hours (it’s really short—I am not a fast reader). It is a great book! Definitely read this one. The novel examines a classic theme: what in life is of true worth? The book is about an indigenous Mexican tribe who live in huts on the beach. One blissful and perfect morning (blissful and perfect because of its complete and total lack of remarkableness), the protagonist’s infant son is stung by a scorpion. Having no money, the man takes his son into town to the doctor who refuses to treat his son (indirectly) because he has no money. When the frantic father finds a large and valuable pearl in the bay close to his home, what should be new found fortune turns quickly sour and the family finds themselves struggling to understand the true weight of monetary wealth.
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn- Mark Twain
Even getting an English degree from a major university didn’t ensure that I read this book from cover to cover. Seriously, sometimes I think that I was terribly undernourished as a high school English student. Don’t you usually read Huck Finn as a sophomore or something!? Anyway—I can’t believe it took me this long to read such a marvelous, tragically sad, bitingly satirical, and heart-warmingly (warmingly?) moving novel. If you haven’t read it, you must. If it’s been since you were a sophomore that you read it, read it again. Anything I try to say about it here won’t be able to justify how good it is. Huckleberry Finn is a walking paradox. He is at once the most stupid and the wisest person in his universe. His decisions and actions are completely ridiculous, but totally logical. He has no moral compass, but he is consistently the character with the most morals in the book. I love it; I love it; I love it! Can’t wait to read more Twain.