Saturday, December 29, 2012

The Lighthouse Road by Peter Geye

Peter Geye presents a compelling story set up north (think Grand Marais and Grand Portage) along the north shore of Lake Superior set in a town named Gunflint.  It is a story of a rugged landscape that challenges the people who have migrated here from their Scandinavian homelands or other countries where opportunity was too limited for the growing population.  In the town of Gunflint the cultures come together - it would be wrong to say that they collided because the act of surviving did not leave time for petty arguments.

The central figure is named Odd Einar Eide an orphan raised by Hosea - chemist, doctor, dentist, store keeper, and liquor smuggler.  Hosea is thoughtful and we can see that he really cares for the orphan, but we are kept in the dark until the end about his relationship with the mother - no he is not the real father.  Hosea has traveled to Chicago to bring home another young orphan - someone who is 14 years older than Einar and much more experienced with the world.

He gets her from a whorehouse where she was working the hat check and brings her to Gunflint to pose as his daughter while also posing for pornographic post cards.  Hosea for all his faults does not have sexual relationships with Rebekah, but he is a mysterious force for both her and Einar whom he employs to run his illegal liquor and to catch fish.

We learn about Einar's mother, a Norwegian who lands in Gunflint to find that the aunt that she was supposed to stay with has hung herself in the barn and the uncle is mad.  No language, no resources, not much future so she ends up working as a cook in the local lumber camp where she earns some money and suffers a rape that results in Einar.

This is a group of quiet people - stoic and reserved - emotions inside, but not allowed out. Frustrations brew, deceptions are hidden, and Rebekah and Einar find solace in their relationship.  A relationship that leads to Duluth, a child and the thought of moving forward, but this is not the kind of people who dream big - they become anchored to a place and life and it is hard to leave.  

So the romance must make it through this filter and whether it succeeds or fails is for you to discover when you read the book.  For me it was a good portrait of a time, place, and people. 

Friday, December 28, 2012

The Art of Fielding, Chad Harback

Why does baseball make such a great metaphor for life?  Is so unique among all sports - no time limit, each player is part of a team, but each play is based on an individual or a few individuals within the team.  It is a sport that records your errors on a big score board while you stand in front of the audience waiting for the next play.  It is the part we play in our jobs, our families, our nation.  The individual part of a bigger whole.

People say that you do not need to be a baseball fan to read this excellent novel, but it sure helps.  Set at a college in WI rather than the professionals the author is able to deal with more of the eccentricities of the individual and their life before college.  The insecurities, the lack of experience, the dream, and the coming together of so many different stories to begin anew.

A skinny shortstop who is destined for greatness until something in his mind prevents his throws from getting where they are supposed to go, a young man who focuses all his energies on the other players to push them and make them better because he knows he is as good as he will ever go.  The young gay male who attracts the sixty year old college president who has never had a gay moment before.  Those are the stars, or rather the elements that combine in this brew.  With other players adding spice at times and finally the one female character, the daughter of the college president who manages to have sex with both the primary characters and yet serves as the ultimate balance between them.

She brings a female honesty that the all male cast cannot serve themselves and it creates tensions and diversions.  Relations appear, connectors to a past that does not really matter within the confines of the college and each person must face their personal demons - alone while maintaining their college roles - like the player on the baseball team.

I could not put it down.  The conversations, the situation, and the resolutions seemed so right for the story and the individuals became real personas as I read and anxiously waited for the chance to read the next portion of the novel.

Westward I Go Free, by Corrine Hosfeld Smith

In 1861 with the civil war in its infancy, Henry David Thoreau, an ardent abolitionist who gave the eulogy for John Brown, left the east with young companion - Horace Mann, and began the last and longest journey of his life.  From Concord to Minneapolis and back.  Thoreau took this journey for health - he was suffering from Tuberculosis and would succumb shortly after returning and his companion from the family known for education reform would also die of the dreaded disease at a very young age.

Thoreau had written his classic works - Walden and Civil Disobedience and was well known as a lecturer in the region.  At this time, no movies, no TV's no professional sports teams, and limited theater made good lecturers a form of entertainment and good thought provoking speakers like Emerson and Thoreau were in demand.

We have all the exploits of Thoreau - Maine, Cape Cod, and the Concord and Merrimac Rivers in book form so we can combine them with Walden and his essays and we have a thorough look at this historic icon.  But the final journey was not so documented until Corrine Hosfeld Smith took on the task and all Thoreauvians and environmental historians should be grateful, but the readers should not be limited to this audience.

This is a travelogue both historic and modern as Corrine investigated each location and shared the history of the towns, the people, the railroad, and the land that could have met Thoreau and adds her own travel narrative as she sought to find the Thoreau images.

Corrine is a good writer and her combination of efforts to bring Thoreau alive is enjoyable reading.  It is also a detective work as she works from minimum resources in the journals of the two men and combines that with the historians and events of the day.

We learn who lived in the towns - not just those we know that Thoreau met and those he did meet are given biographic treatment to fill in their historic presence.  We know for example that Walden had been sold out by 1859 and the publisher delayed the second printing until 1862, by which Thoreau was dead, and the book has never been out of print since.

The journey was by train until the Mississippi River at Dunleith - now East Dubuque and then a steamboat took Henry up the mighty Mississippi to the Twin Cities.  Imagine how much this active observer must have seen - his notes from botanizing helps us in the Niagara Canyon and in Minneapolis (St Anthony), but there is so much more we wish he could have shared if another book could have been written or a lecture presented.

We owe a debt of gratitude to Ms Smith for pulling together the resources that were compiled in this book and the insights that make the travel and terrain of Thoreau and Mann come alive in our 21st century minds.

American Canopy by Eric Rutkow

This book could not be better suited to me - a lover of trees and the instructor for Environmental History at Hamline University.  I bought the book in Bozeman with great anticipation and I am so pleased that I did.

Eric's bio says he graduated from Harvard Law School and worked as a lawyer on environmental issues and now is pursuing a doctorate in American History.  Through this combination he has found the tie between American History and the forests that cover our continent.  Both histories have both inspiration and devastation.  We love our trees, but we have consumed them without pause during the first two centuries that Europeans lived on the North American Continent.  Then we found a way to turn our actions around and began to protect trees like the Redwoods in Yosemite and other National Parks and we created national forests to harvest the lumber while including old tree preserves.

The consumption of trees for building railroads and bridges, even for the construction of old model T's was part of our greatest resource wealth and it made us a wealthy nation.  But the trees were being consumed quicker than they could grow and the history in this book looks at the people, places and events along the timeline of the American nation to see where and how those changes came to be.

The names that appear are a wonderful who's who of environmental history from the unappreciated Bartons - the first commercial botanist during the colonial period and Catesby the artist and explorer to Lewis and Clark and Daniel Boone, John Muir, Theodore and Franklin D Roosevelt, Pinchot, JFK, Gaylord Nelson and on and on.  If those names are not familiar with you - you definitely need to read this enjoyable and well written history.

From the time when the White Pines were designated for the King's trees to Johnny Appleseed and on to the giant forests of the Pacific Northwest where Weyerhaeuser established the last pieces of his gigantic footprint of his forest legacy we encounter the industry, the trees, and the people who make up this vivid story.

It makes me think of the marvelous trees that have marked my life - the Sacred Little Cedar on Lake Superior at Grand Portage and the old growth that surrounded us in the Porcupine Mountain Wilderness of Michigan during our walk around Lake Superior, the Ancient White Pines I lived beneath for 38 years at the Audubon Center, the redwoods of CA, the Sitka Spruce and Douglas Fir on the NW, the ancient Bristlecone Pines of NV/UT, the short and spreading willows of the arctic, and the magnificent giant Kauri of New Zealand.  Each tree an inspiration, each a part of the story of the planet, and most threatened at one time by the voracious consumption of humans.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Lighting Out For the Territory by Roy Morris


Perhaps you thought you read this book before – there was a book called Roughing It by Mark Twain that covers the same time period, but that was only one version and as one of the buddies of Sam Clemens on the Virginia City newspaper liked to say – “Get the facts first, then you can distort them as much as you like.”  It was advice that Clemens took as he chose his new name – Mark Twain while writing at the paper.

We begin with Twain in Missouri and Iowa towns at the beginning of the war, his attachment to a futile little militia that road around looking busy, but staying out of conflict and then his journey west when his brother Orion took a job as secretary to the Governor of Nevada.  Carson City awaited, the war was behind him, and he was ready for new adventures.
Of course he loved the piloting of the steamboats, but the war made the Mississippi a war zone and when they tried to recruit him to take troops by steamboat up the Missouri, his desire to travel elsewhere took roots.
The book contains the humor that was Twain – even the humor that backfires and sorts out some of the imaginary characters he invented to make his tale more enjoyable for the reader.  Yes he distorted his own life. 
He tried mining, but did not like to work; he did a variety of odd jobs, moved around and finally got an offer to write in the booming Virginia City. “ Virginia City was a town of 10,000 people, mostly men, with 51 saloons, two opera houses and numerous brothels, where women Twain called ‘soiled doves’ worked. And, he said, ‘there was some talk of building a church.’”  Here he began to develop his humor and might have stayed, but some of his humor backfired and he chose to travel to San Francisco to avoid the conflicts.
Traveling to San Francisco he stayed with two miners who were also great story tellers and he heard the story that would start his career as an internationally famous author – The Celebrated Frog of Calaveras County.
Boredom came quickly if there was not enough new stimulus and thus his trip west did not stop until Hawaii where he became a travel writer and correspondent. Always alert to the truth and knowing what a scam really is his comments were not just about the scenery.  He described "swarms of Christian missionaries" whose purpose, Twain wrote, seemed to be "to make the natives permanently miserable by telling them how blissful a place heaven is, and how nearly impossible it is to get there." 
Twain spent a few months here and came back to be a lecturer, then he wrote his Frog Story and his writing career would never be the same.  He returned from the West and Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer would rise from his prolific pen to carry him to fame.

The Beautiful Mystery by Louise Penny


This is number 8 in the Chief Inspector Gamache of the Surete du Quebec series, but the first I have read.  It attracted me because of the setting and symbolism.  A monastery set in the wilderness of Quebec with a set of monks who have been forgotten by the church and world until they record their chants and become a sensation.  Their symbol is two wolves, their devotion is to the chants which are explained in wonderful images by the author.
Growing vegetables, picking blueberries to dip in chocolate, raising chickens and singing are the occupations of the holy men and they are cloistered for a life of song, but murder happens in many places and the surroundings do not mask the violence, only the motives and in this case the murderer among the robes.
Visitors do not come to the Monastery, but when murder happens the rules have no option, but to bend and the visitors are the chief inspector and his aid who come in to try and grasp this separate world and the communications that have been perfected with in a society of silence.  It is a challenge and the clues revolve around a piece of paper with ancient notes of chants, but nonsense modern wording and the ancient history of the chants themselves.  It is a complex detection that is complicated when Armand’s own boss and rival appears on the scene, more intent on using the remote situation to try and get revenge for Armand’s work in putting fellow officers behind bars, than in solving the current mystery.
It is obvious that the connection between the second story and the current mystery came in early parts of the series so it might be advisable to read earlier books first if you are a completest who likes to read in sequence, but for me, the issues of the previous mysteries are clear enough that I did not feel like I was really missing something.  In fact, this was a perfect place for the convergence of the two story lines as the holy aspects of the monastery and the conscience of the police also come in play.
In fact, I could hardly go away from this mystery and all its quiet twists.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

L A Noir - John Buntin


LA Noir, John Buntin
If you like police based stories, this is a keeper.  If you like true crime, this is filled with stories and characters.  What is so fascinating is the long history of Police Chief Parker and hoodlum – racket king Mickey Cohen and how long they could both operate their empires while hating one another. 
The book connects with the popular Dragnet TV and Radio series that helped publicize and strengthen Parker’s paranoid police empire while it also brings together Bugsy Siegel with ex-boxer (not a great one) Mickey Cohen who in the end leaves Bugsy behind and takes over the “White City” and the pleasure palaces of the growing metropolis.  
Thugs and cops, murders and extortions, corrupt politicians, power broking newspapers – you name it and it was part of the true story of the city of angels.  Robert Mitchum, Sammy Davis Jr, Frank Sinatra, and other prominent Hollywood royalty have roles in the story as does Billy Graham the evangelist who befriends Cohen and uses his “conversion” of the mobster to propel himself to greatest.   Newsman Mike Wallace appears in a prominent story where his ethics were impeccable, but the pressures on the network (like the Bush destruction of Dan Rather) forced him off the national airways for a while. 
Like a Louis L’Amour western, the anti-gangster William Parker comes from Deadwood, S. D. (its true) and rides in to the sunset.  Now this is straight laced character starts out like the novelist would want, but power does corrupt and Parker succumbs to weakness in drink and racism.  Unable to change with the time his death comes almost as a relief to many.  Raymond Chandler’s mysteries capture the mystique of this era as does Chinatown and L. A Confidential.
But the story is not just the Cohen/Parker conflict.  It is the relationship between Bobby Kennedy and Parker, the conflict with J. Edgar Hoover, the Bobby Kennedy assassination, the Watt’s riots, and all the tensions that required a new way to police a modern and racially diverse city.  It is both fascinating and exhausting.

James Madison by Richard Brookhiser

The life of our founding fathers is fascinating, not because they were perfect, not because they were exceptional, but because they were real people with conflicts in their own lives, they were occasionally inconsistent and even contradicted themselves.  They argued, they developed the same dirty politics we all complain about today and they failed in as many ways as they succeeded.

As we argue about the constitution and the bill of rights today we sometimes think of them in terms of a sacred document, but they came about in ways that were sometimes difficult to learn about.  James Madison is the person who authored the bill of rights and - yes, he did think of the number 10 and the ten commandments as he wrote it - thinking 10 would get it a higher recognition (which it did).

Madison was the right hand man to President Washington, but lost favor in the end when he began to plot with Thomas Jefferson.  He was in conflict with John Adams, he worked around Aaron Burr and Patrick Henry and he would come in conflict with some of his own statements when he was president.

This complexity does not make him a bad person or a bad president, but one that we can see in a three dimensional view through the authors extensive research and well written narrative.  We see the man who wrote of freedom along with Jefferson holding slaves - like Jefferson.  For me and others this diminishes many of the founding fathers.

He was a peace candidate like Jefferson and was also the only president to actually be on the battlefield.  Since he was in the wrong place and could have been captured by the English in the war of 1812, he also gives us good reason to keep the presidents off the field of war.

Slavery would follow him and frustrate him, just as it did all the presidents up through Lincoln.  His compromises would later lead to frustrations rather than solutions and eventually war had to happen, but Madison was much more than a person embroiled in war and slavery.  He and Jefferson were the first to create a party - the Republican party (which would eventually become the Democratic party). And who was this leader?

NYT review picks this description from the book = "No one would ever have mistaken James Madison for George Washington. Short, scrawny and sickly, he suffered from a hypochondria that convinced him he would lead neither a long nor a healthy life. He was a miserable public speaker who tended to lapse into inaudible mumbling, and well into his career as a politician, he continued to shrink back in horror at the idea of going out on the stump and putting on “an electioneering appearance.”

NYT reveiw also pulls these facts from the book, "Brookhiser attempts to cover all of the major events of Madison’s public career.
This is no small feat, for Madison was involved in nearly every political controversy and decision of his age: he was Thomas Jefferson’s indispensable ally in the struggle for religious liberty in revolutionary Virginia; he served tirelessly as a delegate to the Continental Congress during the most trying years of the Revolutionary War; he is deservedly remembered as “the Father of the Constitution”; he was the principal, albeit reluctant, author of what would become our federal Bill of Rights; as the prime organizer of the Jeffersonian Republican Party, he was in many ways the inventor of the very idea of a modern party system; he served as President Jefferson’s secretary of state and most trusted adviser; finally, as a wartime president, Madison had to endure not only the burning of Washington, but also conflict and intrigue within his own party and beyond."

This well researched book depends on the continual research of historians and is an excellent example of how we can bring the past to life in a way that is meaningful for today.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Mad River

John Sandford is a story teller and his series has added Virgil Flowers to his on-going set of characters.  Virgil is a detective put on special cases.  He is a rural guy who has a tenacity that helps him with particularly tough cases.

In this novel he is up against a set of young killers - modern day misguided Bonnie and Clydes who set off on a killing spree that has the entire state upset and a vigilante sheriff's department in particular anger.

Virgil finds their killing spree something easy to solve - they did it, but what is not easy to determine is where they are.  The frustration of knowing they are near, but not being able to find them wears on everyone's nerves and sets the deputies in a kill on site mode - especially after a policeman goes down.

Virgil, on the other hand, knows that there is another person who triggered this spree, a person who paid for the first killing and that person will go free if the trigger happy killers are killed.  We see the frustration and we worry along with Virgil that vigilante justice will undo the justice needed to get the real triggerman.

We travel in SW MN and the small towns and unpopulated counties in a wonderfully written story that forced me to be up most of one night because I could not stop.  Good dialogue, good characters and a pace of narrative that is addictive.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

American Emperor David O. Stewart


American Emperor David O. Stewart

Aaron Burr is one of those historic names that always seems to be on the sidelines, but as a full-fledged character in the specter of a new nation, he is a definitely worthy knowing.   Vice President, killed Alexander Hamilton in a duel, and then tried and acquitted of treason in a bizarre and lengthy trial that was both mishandled and very difficult to understand.
Yes, he committed treason, even if not convicted.  In partnership with the shadowy General Wilkinson of New Orleans he attempts to lead an insurgency against Mexico and Spain and to capture Florida, Louisiana, Mexico and ???  Should he be successful in his efforts he would, of necessity, be the Emperor.
Vanity knows no limits, but neither does the variety of intrigues.  Wilkinson who everyone now knows was a double agent with Spain during his time as our Western Lands General plays it cool, ready to go with the winner and ready to dump on Burr when the plot becomes known.
Then there is the future presidents Jackson and Harrison who were role players that find a way to escape accusation and censorship even though their involvement is quite well documented. 
Declared innocent of charges by the Supreme Court and Justice Marshall who dislikes Jefferson and may have let that influence his decision, Burr does not repent and go in to seclusion. Instead he heads to Europe where he attempts to get first England and then France to back his plan.  His only successful negotiations seem to have been with a litany of whores.
So is this man crazy, would he have been a hero a little later in the Texas war, was he a megalomaniac?  I cannot put a label on him.  But I also find that he must stand with Benedict Arnold as one of the shadiest figures in that era and Thomas Jefferson, with whom he had been VP and despised does not come out with high grades for being assertive and taking action in this affair.
Good historical reading.


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

WALKING THE AMAZON BY Ed Stafford



This is a book dedicated to detailing an 860 day journey walking the length of the Amazon River.  Yes this is a first – why? Probably because it would not make sense to anyone but a person like Ed Stafford who is driven by the quest to go where others haven’t to accomplish new things – to get Guiness World Records.
The Amazon and the forest really get very little attention, something I would have liked.  Walking, floating, cutting his way through the forest gave him a lot of opportunity to report on the forest itself or the river.  But this was more of a personal adventure with the focus on him, his trusty companion, guide – Cho, who was contracted to walk with him in Peru and made it all the way to the sea.
Ed allows us to see his mood swings, his conflict with his original partner Luke who leaves before they get out of Peru, his nasty moods with Cho and other native guides.  Ed would not be described as easy going, but then a journey like this needs drive and fortitude.
We know from our own journey that it is difficult to cover all the days and all the experiences.  The journey gets more detailed the first half, but that is natural.  The second half often has repetition and the first half determines the dialogue.
Even in this remote part of the earth, using a machete to get through areas of dense jungle and swamp, it is still a story of people.  The suspicion of some indigenous villages, the threats to Ed because he is a white person and the rumors and actions of other whites have made them untrustworthy.  It is about getting shelter and help from people living their lives in isolation or want providing food and shelter to the expedition, about the little bureaucracies that develop in each community despite the seeming isolation. 
He touches on deforestation, mining, drug running, agriculture, roads... but the tail is more about two people from two cultures walking to the sea.  Cho had never left Peru, had never ridden an escalator, had never seen the sea.  His story was really compelling and happily Cho is now going to England where I hope he will prosper.
It is an adventure that provides entertaining reading.

http://www.walkingtheamazon.com/ 

Friday, November 9, 2012

The Lock Artist

We discovered Steve Hamilton's mysteries when we were walking around Lake Superior.  We were at the Berry Patch in Paradise MI and Shirley, the proprietor, said have you read - A Cold Day in Paradise.  We hadn't but we bought the book and found a series based in the region we were walking and love.  It was a natural fit for our relaxation.  The books (we bought two of the series) were good and they have gotten some Edgar Award recognition, but it was not until this book that I was really sold on Hamilton's tremendous gift for telling a story, laying it out and withholding just enough to tease you forward.

It plays back and forth between a very tragic event in the narrator's life and his path to criminal life.  The author introduces the primary character - "I was the Miracle Boy, once upon a time. Later on, the Milford Mute. The Golden Boy. The Young Ghost. The Kid. The Boxman. The Lock Artist. That was all me.But you can call me Mike."

We finally learn why Mike does not talk, but it is his very silence that propels the story along.  We see him As a victim, an artist with a rare talent for opening locks, safes, etc, Mike is an observer, as much as a participant, who describes his partners in crime, people he seldom spends time with, in details that give us a real look at the seamy side of criminality.

Mike is also a victim because - he cannot speak up - and we know that if he could he probably would have been killed, and because he has an addiction for opening things.  

From a juvenile crime in which he is the only one caught - and the least criminal of the four, to sentence to serve, to a love of a young woman, we see him mature, but also get caught in a terrible avalanche of activities from which he cannot extricate himself.


The story has a great pace and is really an unusual crime perspective.  Definitely highly recommended.  

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Expats by Chris Pavone

Kate and I listened to this on CD while driving from Washington to MN and it was the perfect book for passing the miles and hours.   We both enjoyed the book and even after that long of a drive, we sat in our driveway and listened to the last track of the last CD.

A criticism that comes to mind might be corrected in the book layout, but for an audible listener there were so many time and location shifts back and forth that we would find ourselves confused and have to pause while the one of us who figured out where we were helped the other get grounded.

We were fascinated by the authors plotting of dialogue and storyline as he took four principal characters and a few supporting roles and created a situation with as many twists as the old Saturday 5 cent serials (did I just date myself?).

Who is CIA, who is FBI, who is manipulating and who is manipulated.  Is the statement real or part of an alternative reality that is being pursued or plotted?

There are crooks, but there is no innocent person in the book.  Some seem better than others, but at times the heroine or the hero seem callous and frustrating.  The plot goes down the alleys of Luxembourg, Amsterdam, Paris, and Geneva, but the location is not nearly as important as the flow of information and the clues to the reality that slide in to obscure actions and conversations.

There is enough suspicion for everyone.  At one point we began to think the judgments of the wife Kate to her husband Dexter was dis-ingenuousness considering what we knew of her.  Who among the four would end up with the money?  Who would have remorse for the figures that died?

Was Dexter really pursuing a righteous cause or did he get caught up in greed.  Was Kate reacting to the unfolding story because she was alarmed or because she was fighting her own guilt.  Did Bill really work as an agent?  Was he really unaware before he began very aware and therefore dangerous.  Is Julia supporting Bill or is she less the dupe and more the mastermind?   You have to read to find out.

In many ways the credibility of the can only be accepted if you suspend a few realities.  Kate is bored, she moved to Luxembourg for her husband, but she was one ass kicking fem fatale in her career so boredom has to be expected and we see it in the drudgery of her day, the contents of conversations, and her frustration with suppressing her own talents and skills.

Dexter is boring.  A nerd - is he also an amazing international thief?  Only Bill is exciting as he is the man about town hulk with athletic and social skills to wow them all.

Put all these characters and their convoluted histories in an out of the way country where few readers have been or heard of (yes Kate and I have been there and liked it alot) and you find the writer used the readers ignorance to create an almost fabricated location in a real place.

Slick!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The House of the Hanged


House of the Hanged, Mark Mills

This was a pleasurable read – a spy story set just before WWII but without the normal Nazi angst. Instead it is a story that dates back to the post revolution days of the Soviet Union and the involvement of a British Operative to rescue a woman he had to leave behind when he was evacuated.
The results of that failed attempt waited 17 years to become apparent and in the meantime an inheritance allows Tom to retire from the service and buy a villa in France.  It is all decadence and joy until three different assassination attempts open up the old instincts and put everyone in his social group under suspicion.
There is his old SIS chief, a Russian husband and wife, exiled from their home land, two Germans, an artist and a French Policeman who must play a role in Tom’s life and the intrigue that comes when such unexpected attempts surface.  No one is completely the way that they seem except for Lucy, a young woman just coming of age who is Tom’s godchild.  She brings a fresh youthfulness to the story and a desire for her godfather.
The action never becomes over powering with blood and guts.  It is more of a novel about this group that has the twist of spies and espionage.  The reader will enjoy the final settling of affairs, but might desire a little tougher perspective.  However, this is a British and not American novel so it is less in-your-face and more cerebral.
I could not stop reading. 

Monday, October 29, 2012

The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry

 has created a real winner here - especially for Kate and I who found walking the perfect retirement activity around Lake Superior.  Harold would not have been any competition, in fact as the walk from south to north across England unfolds it is obvious Harold would take years to go around the lake, but that is not the story.  It is not an athlete, it is not a person who has a real goal.

This is a 65 year old man who has never done anything of any significance, a man who blended in as his best asset,  and in retirement, he probably would have filled a space and then died without notice.

But one day a letter comes from an old friend - a woman who had once did him a great favor.  She is dying and he must post a letter to her.  But he cannot find it in himself to post that letter.  Instead he walks from post to post until he meets a young woman at a gas station who inadvertently sends him on a quest.

If he walks, Queenie will not die!  So he writes her, he writes his abandoned wife and he begins a quest that becomes noticed - publicized and then gains life and stature even as it centers on the people who choose to join his pilgrimage and not on him.


He is truly a lost person and through the walk keeps Queenie alive, but more importantly finds life again in his marriage and retirement.  It is a story of personal discovery and is one of the best told tales I have read in years.  


A definite 10 for my book ratings. 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Settler's Creek

Carl Nixon is a New Zealand author and a very good one based on this book.   It is a book that has its own controversy as the subplot tries to state that the white settlers have as much history and relation to the land as the Maori. This is sure to be controversial and could provide debate in a country where there is already tension between the two majority races, but as a story it is the basis for a wonderful tension.

A boy commits suicide and we never really learn about who is is and why he did it, but we do learn about the parents - the biological father - Maori and the father who raised him - white settler family.  It is the tension between the fathers that leads the reader through the story, the country and the cultures.

It is the burial that becomes the source of friction - the desire to have the boy buried in the land of his ancestors and in a funeral that reflects that ancestry.  But which is the right ancestry?  Who will get their way?  The body is stolen, the body is carted around the country.  The boy gets more attention than he ever did when he was alive (we assume) and the two fathers must resort to every means that they can conceive to put their son in the ground of their choosing.

It would be a shame if this book took on racist overtones but it can.  My warning to the reader is to avoid going there and just enjoy the implausibility and the angst that carries you along with the white father - Box, and realize that we never get a complete connection with the Maori - Tipene.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Where White Horses Gallup

This wonderful novel by by Beatrice MacNeil is a multi-layered look at the impact of WWII on the small town of Beinn Barra in Cape Breton.  US readers do not give enough attention to Canada and the stories of their war heroes and lives.  This would be a good place to begin.

Four young men are the centerpiece of the story - three who enlist with all the false expectations of youth and one who determines to avoid the war and hide from the authorities.  None of the four escapes the price of war, the destruction of family, the sense of loss, the price of conscience.

It is a story without a hero.  It is a novel of brave youth, the waste of war, the devastation of family.  The four young men suffer different fates, but each is left with a hollow sense of what the world and life is all about.

Set in a basic fishing village where life has simple rules and tough demands allows the narrative to explore the journey of each of the four young men and to care about each one as well.  It also lets us feel the sadness of different kinds of losses and the confusion of victory when the victors can never be the same.

Great writing, wonderful sense of place, and excellent pace to this novel.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Boundary Waters - William Kent Krueger

This has to  be one of my favorite mystery thrillers because it was set in one of my favorite places.  This is a well paced thriller with interesting characters and a nice sense of wilderness.  I could debate things like porcupine grass on the trail and a few details, but that is not what this is about.  Just as the Indian reservation is fictitious so is the BWCA that is in the book and yet the book captures the spirit of  both.

He does a good job bringing in the Ojibwe culture as well as the terror of having murders and violence in a place of solitude and renewal.  

This is about a young native woman who is a successful singer and star and the people who were associated with her mother during her mother's rise to prominence.  There is a nice mix of country western singer, gangster and public defender - all the father of the missing woman and some of the most cold blooded killers you will find in literature.

The campfires and Ojibwe tales blend with the desperation to save or to kill the young woman and the book holds together for all 400 pages.  

It is hard to tell about a book like this without giving too much away - so here is the summary - if you like mysteries, American Indians, and wilderness - you will like this.

Monday, September 24, 2012

In Patagonia


 Published in 1977, this is now considered classic in travel literature.  It is a tail that fallows the authors wandering and curiosity. 



It is a look at the communities and locations through the people he meets, the legends he hears and the literature he has read.  As an art and architecture writer - Chatwin set out because of a map he had seen in the house of one of his interviewees.  He looked at it and said I always wanted to go there.  The very senior persons said - so have I; go there for me  - and he did.

This land has Scotch, English, Boers, Chileans, and other outsiders who are supposed to represent the civilized world and live on the land that adsorbed the blood of the indigenous people who take pride in replacing the “backward” inhabitants.   This is the perversity of human history and the writing and publishing history by the winners.

Yet in this rugged and remote land victors continue to change.  There is the time of Butch Cassidy and the Sun Dance Kid – which really did happen and the author enjoys visiting the sites and collecting the local versions of the stories and history.  He uncovers uprising of the anarchists,  Simon Radowitzky – a Russian Jew who led the peons and entered prisons that are horror stories by themselves.

Darwin’s visit is given a short comment, while Jemmy Button the Patagonia who is brought to Europe to be civilized and returns to lead a small revolt gets a fascinating reflection.  And so does the obscure individual who wrote the indigenous dictionary – the only thing left from the original population.  We meet a woman who sold all she had and wanders the world to see flowering shrubs and works as a gardener to support her travels. 

We find out that there are aspects of Patagonia in Donnes poetry, Dante’s infernal and even Poe’s short stories.  We find the land and the people rugged, we discover the background, but in the end we are not presented with a place or a people that calls out to be visited.  It is Chatwin’s perspective and it is fun and informative reading.  How accurate it may be today is something we cannot know, it need another wanderer with keen observation, and ear for details and the ability to adapt.

It is said that he redefined what it means to be a travel writer.
                                                                                                                               

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Devil's Backbone - Jonathan Daniels



The Devil’s Backbone  - Jonathan Daniels
When we were researching our Mississippi River bike trip one of our locations was Natchez Trace National Park.  This historic trail is now an excellent drive and bike and one of the true swaths of beauty in the south.   It is also very significant to the Mississippi River.  In Abraham Lincoln’s youth, his father had to walk back up the Trace after taking a boat down to New Orleans.  Before steam and other inventions allowed upstream travel boats were loaded and the sold – first the goods and then the boat itself which was dismantled for lumber and construction.
Over the years the characters of the American West – the notorious General Wilkinson and the strong minded Andrew Jackson were regulars on the Trace.  It was where Lewis met his demise after his success on the trail and then his appointment by Jefferson to a position at St Louis. There were outright criminals that worked the trail and terrorized the travelers and there were shady characters like Aaron Burr.  The stories are about slaves and ex-slaves, Indians, pioneers, road agents, and road houses.  It is an intriguing combination that ties in with the river itself and the business at Natchez which was the real crossroads of the region.
I wanted to learn the story of the Natchez Trace and this book which was first published in 1962 was recommended.  It was a good choice, but you do have to realize when it was written and then you can understand some of the less than PC descriptions that occasionally appear in the text.
The author wanders from the path to the river and even across the river with episodes of Spanish, French, English, American intrigues and he covers a broad swath of the history when this was the America West and across the river was another country.
It was a good choice and the quotes below will share some of the tales:
“this trail which DeSoto crossed ran northward 600 miles from the loess bluffs above the Mississippi where the Natchez tribe of Indians performed bloody rites at White Apple Village.  This was to be the site of the town of Natchez.  Through the wilderness the path twisted across the lands of the Choctaws and the Chickasaws.  Its northern terminus was in the game-rich hunting grounds of many tribes in Tennessee.  There settlements on the Cumberland River were to grow into the city of Nashville.”
"with the French and Indian War in America, rule of the Mississippi River Valley passed, in 1763 from Louis XV to George III"
"They came in a variety of boats.  There were canoes after the Hiawatha northern, birchbark fashion.  There were others, called pirogues, hollowed fromt he trunks of big trees and fastented together with heavy planks.  There were bateaux, light, flat bottomed boats tapering towards the ends, and skiffs, light enough to be rowed.  More important were the faltboats.  They were called arks, Kentucky boats, New Orleans boats, and most often, broadhorms.  Their only means of porpulsion was human muscle and the current of the river.  They varied greatly in size, from 20 - 60 feet in width.  They cost about three or four dollars for each foot in length and were generally sold for lumber at their downstream destinations.  Some of them had pens for cattle, horses, and swine."
“Already there were some who, according to an early Mississippi saying considered ‘a barrel of whiskey a week but a small allowance for a large family without any cow.”
"Natchez-under-the-Hill, a mile-long flat below the bluffs, was sternly described as 'a stale sordid sodden place.'  Still, with a vividness which sometimes reflected fascination through indignation, travelers reported its congregation of 'whores, boatmen, gamblers, bruisers' frequenting 'barrooms and gambling hells' and brothels reeking with the smell of dirty men and women, of garbage, and river muck."
"Operating a floating house of prostitution, [Annie Christmas] was reported to be 6 feet 8 inches tall and able to handle in a fight or a bawdy frolic the toughest flatboatmen on the river."
"In October, 1801, only a few American Soldiers at Chickasaw Bluff guarded the strategic heights from the Spaniards across the wide river. It was still Chickasaw country, though [Andrew] Jackson's partner, John Overton, had a trading post there. Twenty years later Jackson and Overton, as real estate promoters, called the site 'Memphis' 'on the American Nile.'"

"On October 12, 1802, 'the right of deposit of American produce' was suspended by the Spanish government at New Orleans.  That closed the port to American Mississippi trade.  Once more General Wilkinson was at the center of explosion.  That suspension, supposedly at the inspiration of Napoleon, who had secured a treaty for the return of Louisiana to France, clamped a cork back into the bottle of the expanding West." 
"Not without reason did the Spanish call the men who came down from Mississippi, Tennessee, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Kentucky 'barbarians.'  At the end of their journeys they 'caroused, played practical jokes, swarmed into bordellos, gawked in the churches, cluttered up the already filthy city with their rubbish, blustered through crowds shouting lusty oaths, and in general disrupted life.' " The Devil' Backbone - Jonathan Daniels
“Down the Trace General Wilkinson did very well, too.  He was present at the peaceful transfer of Louisiana to the United States at the Cabildo in New Orleans on December 20,1803.  The departing French prefect, Pierre Clement Laussat, reported to Paris about the pompous general, “already known in a bad way, is a flighty and rattleheaded fellow, often drunk, who has committed a hundred impertinent follies.” Describing General Wilkinson who drove Jefferson crazy, was involved with the Trace, is suspected in history of being a double agent for Spain, a friend of Aaron Burr and otherwise an all around scoundrel who seemed to find a way to survive along the Mississippi. 
"In the character of a national hero, Lewis had huried to Washington.  There, as one reward, Jefferson appointed him to succeed General Wilkinson, whose presence in St. Louis ws no longer pleasing to so many, as governor of upper Louisiana.  It was no plum that the President gave Lewis."
“…the roughest among them began to talk with admiration of how rugged the walking Jackson was.  He was tough as hickory, some said.  And Tennessee settlers knew which wood was toughest.  Thereafter, his name in affection became then and forever, “Old Hickory.”

Slipping into Paradise - Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson


I purchased Slipping into Paradise on the recommendation of a friend since I am planning a trip to New Zealand.  Now that I have finished the book and am closer to my travels I find that I have very mixed responses to the publication and continue to be very excited about seeing "Paradise" first hand.

The Author is from the United States and is just 4 years older than me which makes connecting with the writing an interesting experience.  I like his chatty form - he uses and it is an interesting book, but not the book I expected.

Photo from Amazon site.

His opening section talking about all the places he has lived and his opinions of various cultures and countries might be interesting in some context, but not this one.  I wanted to slip in to paradise - not dwell on old wrongs, things he did not like about France, Germany, England and other places where he has lived his globe trotting life.  I was not interested in his background with psychology and his personal history - I wanted to read about New Zealand.

Those backgrounds might give another reader pleasure and provide context for his discussions about New Zealand, but what I really enjoyed and what I recommend is his visit with Sir Edmund Hillary - New Zealand's international star and the first to climb Everest.  It is the personality that comes out that makes me warm to both Hillary and the New Zealander.

Second is the chapter on the plants and birds of the island.  It is the fact that this natural abundance,  what is left of two of the most fascinating natural history islands on the planet, meant so much to him, despite that fact that he did not come as a botanist or bird watcher that is telling.  Since I am coming as both it means that the beauty and diversity is still there despite the human propensity for destruction.  The 800+ years of human habitation is still among the shortest of island development and the land forms isolation would have made it worthy of Darwin's inspiration for evolution.

The author provides a concise history of the island nation and mixes the European and the Moari, but he also points out that he was asked not to tell the more personal story of the Maori - they have had enough non-Moari try to do that already.

At the end he provides insights into his own travels, the places he likes, his perspective on the places he encounters and that is as close to a travel guide as it gets.

Monday, August 27, 2012

The Annotated Emerson


The Annotated Emerson, David Mikics
I am studying Emerson, who represents the most original American philosopher. He is the American transcendentalist, the mentor to Thoreau and Whitman and Jane Addams and many others. He is a new Englander who lived from 1803 – 1882 and suffered personal tragedies in his life, but always remained a stoic. He wrote more essays than any other published American, always trying to ferret out the truth and maintained a personal journal that fills 16 volumes at Harvard.
We know him by name, but much of the person and his writing is lost today and we seldom go back to read from the source the way we continually publish and reflect on Walden by Thoreau.
 Phillip Lopate, in the forward writes: “Privately he recorded in his journals his liberal views on every issue of the day: he was for abolition of slavery, woman’s suffrage, and property rights, against the removal of the American Indians from their land, for the new immigrants, unequivocally against U. S. imperialism. Stating that “nationality is babyishness for the most part,” he opposed the Mexican War, Texas’s annexation, and the expropriation of Hawaii: “Let us wait a thousand years before we seize them by violence.” He thought capitalism was a form of cannibalism, and that the wealthy always voted for the “worst and meanest things”: for tyranny, for slavery, against the ballot, “against schools, colleges, or any high direction of public money.” He was defining what we would call progressivism today.
There is not much to critique in a collection that publishes the important essays and poems of America’s first great philosopher – a founder of the Unitarian Church, an advocate of abolition of slavery, a proponent of women’s rights, a lover of nature and the Earth and a companion to Thoreau, Whitman, Alcott and other prominent people in the world of his time. 
The words he wrote still have power, even though the style may grate on our modern ears.  So rather than a critique – here is a sample of his thoughts through his own words.
5/25
It's the birthday of the man who said, "Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air." That's Ralph Waldo Emerson, born in Boston (1803). His father, who died when he was eight, was a Unitarian minister, as were many of Emerson's family members before him. He was a quiet and well-behaved young man, not an exceptional student. He graduated in the middle of his class, studied at Harvard Divinity School, and got a job as a ministerial assistant at Boston's Second Church. Not long after his ordination, he was married. He was happy at home and in his work, and soon he was promoted to senior pastor.

Two years after Emerson was married, his wife, Ellen, died of tuberculosis, at the age of 19. He was devastated. He began to have doubts about the Church. A year after Ellen's death, he wrote in his journal: "I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers." He took a leave of absence and went on vacation in the mountains of New Hampshire. By the time he returned, he had decided to resign from his position as minister.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: "Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
 From Garrison Keillor
From Nature:
In Nature, chapter 1 - Emerson wrote: "To go into solitude a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society.  I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me.  But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars." 
The closing lines of this paragraph remind me of Rachel Carson in A Sense Of Wonder, " If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which has been shown!  But every night come out of these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile."
Nature chapter one has a passage that makes me think of the wonderful musings of Winston Borden  "...none of them owns the landscape.  There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.  This is the best part of these men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title."
  "The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.  His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food."
“The succession of native plants in the pastures and roadsides, which make the silent clock by which time tells the summer hours, will make even the divisions of the day sensible to a keen observer.  The tribes of the birds and insects, like the plants punctual to their time, follow each other, and the year has room for tall.  By water-courses, the variety is greater.  In July, the blue pontederia or pickerel weed blooms in large beds in the shallow parts of our pleasant river, and swarms with yellow butterflies in continual motion.  Art cannot rival this pomp of purple and gold.  Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new garment.” 
“We know more from nature than we can at will communicate.  Its light flows into the mind evermore, and we forget its presence."
“Nature stretcheth out her arms to embrace man, only let his thoughts be of equal greatness.”
"What is a farm but a mute gospel?  The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun, - it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.”
"The true philosopher and poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth which is beauty is the aim of both"
"I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it."
“The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.”

From The American Scholar:
“The first in time and the first in importance of the influences upon the mind is that of nature.”
“Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst.”  “They are for nothing, but to inspire.”
“Life is our dictionary.”
From “History”
“Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.”
“Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws.  She hums the old well known air through innumerable variations.”

The Divinity School Address:
“A snowstorm was falling around us.  The snowstorm was real; the preacher merely spectral; and the eye felt the sad contrast in looking at him, and then out of the window and behind him, into the beautiful meteor of snow.  He had lived in vain…If he had ever lived and acted, we were none the wiser for it.”
Literary Ethics:
Emerson in Literary Ethics sets the stage for Thoreaus' dictum - Simplify, Simplify, Simplify when he wrote,  " Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed to be simple is to be great."
“By virtue of the laws of that Nature, which is one and perfect, it shall yield every sincere good that is in the soul, to the scholar beloved of earth and heaven.”
History:
“Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.”
“Nature is an endless combination of repetition and of very few laws.  She hums the old well known air through innumerable variations.”
FROM EMERSON’S JOURNAL:
“the knowledge of nature is most permanent, clouds and grass are older antiquities than pyramids or Athens.”
“Every man that goes into the  wood seems to be the first man that ever went into a wood. His sensations and his world are new.  You really think that nothing new can be said about morning and evening.  And the fact is morning and evening have not jet begun to be described.”  J5:469
“Life is a train of moods like string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.” An epigraphs from Emerson in the novel moods by Louisa May Alcott.
Self Reliance:
“Your own reason is the voice of God himself which speaks to you and to all mankind without an interpreter.”
“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that eny is ignorance; that imitation is suicide, that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.”
“Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.”
Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.”
“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our won; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”
“Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he dares not say ‘I think,’  ‘I am’, but quotes some saint or sage.”
“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.  Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.”

Circles:
Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.”
“There are no fixtures in nature.  The universe is fluid and volatile.”
“The use of literature is to afford us a platform whence we may command a view of our present life, a purchase by which we may move it.”
“No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker, with no Past at my back.”
“No truth so sublime but it may be trivial tomorrow in the light of new thoughts.”
“Life is a series of surprises.  We do not guess today the mood, the pleasure, the power of tomorrow, when we are building up our being.”
“Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.”
The Poet

This essay was really enlightening for me.  We know Emerson more as a philosopher, than a poet or a critic, but he was the voice for poetry during his lifetime - the inspiration, mentor and friend of Walt Whitman and this long treatise on poetry delves deeply in to the perspective he has for this form of writing.  He writes, With what joy I begin to read a poem, which I confide in as an inspiration.”

Then he goes on to look at poetry in his own analytic way and suggests that “Every word was once a poem.”  This is fascinating because he sees the power in each word and how that power can shape a picture or image for the reader, “The world being thus put under the mind for verb and noun, the poet is he who can articulate it."

I have been working to review poetry for Lake Superior magazine's next issue and this has caused me to not just read poetry, but to think about it.  I found myself thinking about the concept of "to turn a phrase" and thinking instead that poetry phrases the turns in our perception.

In the following paragraph Emerson goes further in this analysis and I am going to take the liberty to underline phrases that really spoke to me.  “The poets made all the words, and therefore language is the archives of history, and, if we must say it, a sort of tomb of the muses.  For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer.  The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.  Language is fossil poetry.”

In this reflection the poet is put in the unenviable position of needing to let their own lives move to the background and let life as it surrounds them take over the pen. “So the poet’s habit of living should be set on a key so low, that the common influences should delight him.  His cheerfulness should be the gift of the sunlight; the air should suffice for his inspiration, and he should be tipsy with water.  That spirit which suffices quiet hearts, which seems to come forth to such from every dry knoll of sere grass, from every pine-stump, and half-embedded stone, on which the dull March sun shines, comes forth to the poor and hungry, and such as are of simple taste.”

Finally we begin to see that poetry in its purest form and within the essay Emerson bemoans how few poets are really writing the highest level of poem.  “Art is the path of the creator to his work.”  The creator is not a god, but the poet. “He pursues a beauty, half seen, which flies before him.  The poet pours out verses in every solitude.  Most of the things he says are conventional, no doubt; but by and by he says something which is original and beautiful.  That charms him.  He would say nothing else, but such things.  In our way of talking, we say, ‘That is yours, this is mine..."

and then we come to the crux of this dialogue.  The product of the poet, the essence of the poem is moving and inspiring, but in fact comes from beyond the writer - "but the poet knows well that it is not his; that it is a strange and beautiful thing to him as to you…”
POLITICS
"That principle no longer looks so self-evident as it appeared in former times, partly, because doubts have arisen whether too much weight had not been allowed in the laws, to property, and such a structure given to our uses, as allowed the rich to encroach on the poor and to keep them poor; but mainly, because there is an instinctive sense, however obscure and yet in articulate, that the whole constitution of property, on its present tenures, is injurious, and its influence on persons deteriorating and degrading; that truly, the only interest for consideration of the State, is persons: that property will always follow persons; that the highest end of government is the culture of men: and if men can be educated, the institutions will share their improvement, and the moral sentiment will write the law of the land."
"Good men must not obey the laws too well." "Parties are founded on instincts, and have better guides to their own humble aims than the sagacity of their leaders."

"Our quarrel with them begins, when they quit this deep natural ground at the bidding of some leader, and, obeying personal considerations, throw themselves into the maintenance and defense of points, nowise belonging to their system. A party is perpetually corrupted by personality."

"The vice of our leading parties in this country (which may be cited as fair specimen of these societies of opinion) is, that they do not plant themselves on the deep and necessary grounds to which they are respectively entitled, but lash themselves to fury in the carrying of some local and momentary measure, nowise useful to the commonwealth."
FATE
"Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought;- for causes which are unpenetrated." 
" In astronomy, is vast space, but no foreign system; in geology, vast time, but the same laws as today.  Why should we be afraid of Nature, which is no other than 'philosophy and theology embodied?'"

ILLUSION
"Science is a search after identity, and the scientific whim is lurking in all corners."

 "And I have known gentlemen of great stake in the community, but whose sympathies were cold, - presidents of colleges and governors and senators, - who held themselves bound to sign every temperance pledge, and act with Bible societies, and missions, and peacemakers, and cry Sic to every good dog."
"The permanent interest of every man is, nver to be in a false position, but to have the weight of nature to back him in all that he does."
THE NEW ENGLAND REFORMERS:
“The popular education has been taxed with a want of truth and nature. It was complained that an education to things was not given.  We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.  We cannot use our hands, or our legs, or our eyes, or our arms.  We do not know an edible root in the woods, we cannot tell our course by the stars, not the hour of the day by the sun.  It is well if we can swim and skate.  We are afraid of a horse, of a cow, of a dog, of a snake, of a spider.”
“The lessons of science should be experimental also.  The sight of the planet through a telescope, is worth all the course on astronomy; the shock of the electric spark in the elbow, outvalues all the theories; the taste of the nitrous oxide, the firing of an artificial volcano, are better than volumes of chemistry.”
“All our things are right and wrong together.  The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.  Do you complain of our Marriage?  Our marriage is no worse than our education, our diet, our trade, our social customs.  Do you complain of the laws of Propery?  It is a pedantry to give such importance to them.  Can we not play the game of life with these counters, as well ast those; in the institution of property, as well as out of it.  Let into it the renewing principle of love, and property will be universality.”
“If you would rule the world quietly, you must keep it amused.”
MONTAIGNE; OR THE SKEPTIC:
“We hearken to the man of science, because we anticipate the sequence in natural phenomena which he uncovers.”
“Society does not like to have any breath of question blown on the existing order.”
“Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know.  The dull pray; the geniuses are light mockers.  How respectable is earnestness on every platform.”
“Fate is for imbeciles.  All is possible to the resolved mind.”
Shakespeare; or the Poet:
“Great genial [inborn] power, one would almost say, consists in not being original at all; in being altogether receptive; in letting the world do all and suffering the spirit of the hour to pass unobstructed through the mind.”
“Thus all originality is relative.  Every thinker is retrospective.”
“Now, literature, philosophy, and thought are Shakespearized.  His mind is on the horizon beyond which at present we do not see.  Our ears are educated to music by his rhythm.”
FATE:
“Will you say, the disasters which threaten mankind are exceptional, and one need not lay his account for cataclysms every day?  Aye, but what happens once, may happen again, and so long as these stokes are not to be parried by us, they must be feared.”
“In certain men, digestion and sex absorb the vital force, and the stronger these are, the individual is so much weaker.”
“All conservatives are such from personal defects.  They have been effeminate by position or nature, born halt and blind, through luxury of their parents, and can only, like invalids, act on the defensive.”
“Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought;-for causes which are unpenetrated.”
“In astronomy, is vast space, but no foreign system; in geology, vast time, but the same laws as today.  Why should we be afraid of Nature, which is no other than philosophy and theology embodied?”
ILLUSIONS
“Science is a search after identity, and the scientific whim is lurking in all corners.”
“We see God face to face every hour, and know the savour of Nature.”
Thoreau:
“If he slighted and defied the opinions of others it was only that he was more intent to reconcile his practice with his own belief.”
“When asked at table what dish he preferred, he answered, The nearest.”
“He chose , wisely, no doubt, for himself to be a bachelor of thought and Nature.  He had no talent for wealth, and knew how to be poor without the least hint of squalor or inelebance.”
“He chose to be rich by making his wants frew, and supplying them himself.”
“He lived for the day, not cumbered and mortified by his memory.”
“I must add the cardinal fact, that there was an excellent wisdom in him, proper to a rare class of men, which  showed him the material world as a means and symbol.”
“The other weapon with which he conquered all obstacles in science was patience.  He knew how to sit immovable, a part of the rork he rested on, until the bird, the reptile, the fish, which had retired from him, should come back, and resume its habits, nay, moved by curiosity, should come to him and watch him.”
“And yet none knew better than he that it is not the fact that imports, but the impression or effect of the fact on your mind.  Every fact lay in glory in his mind, a type of the order and beauty of the whole.  His determination on Natural History was organic.”
“His study of Nature was a perpetual ornament to him, and inspired his friends with curiosity to see the world through his eyes, and to hear his adventures.”
“The axe was always destroying his forest. ‘Thank god,’ he said, ‘they cannot cut down the clouds!’”
“The scale on which his studies proceeded was so large as to require longevity, and were the less prepared for his sudden disappearance.”
Thoreau from Emerson’s Journals
“August 6, 1947 letter – Henry D Thoreau is a great man in Concord, a man of original genius and character who knows Greek and knows Indian also,-not the language quite as well as John Eliot – but the history monuments and genius of the Sachems, being a pretty good Sachem himself, master of all woodcraft, and an intimate associate of the birds, beasts, and fishes of the region.”

J5:480 – a report of time spent on a cliff with HDT “A crow’s voice filled all the miles of air with sound…At night I went out into the dark and saw a glimmering star and heard a frog and Nature seemed to say Well do not these suffice?  Here is a new scene, a new experience.  Ponder it, Emerson, and not like the foolish world hanker after thunders and multitudes and vast landscapes the sea or Niagara.”
J14:91  “Having found his flowers, he drew out of his breast pocket his diary and read the names of all the plants that should bloom o this day, 20 May;  whereof he keeps account as a banker when his notes fall due.”