Getting caught up on the reading log…..
Levine’s Harmful to Minors caused a great stir even before publication, let alone after it came out. So of course, since it’s controversial and published by another university press, I had to read it.
And having read it, I’m wondering what all the fuss is about.
Well, yes, it’s about kids, and sex, and the author does say “you know, in spite of what many Americans claim, sex really isn’t automatically harmful to kids, and actually the way we present sex to kids probably does more harm to kids than the possible sex acts themselves.” So if you’re one of these folks who will automatically throw a hissy fit about a book without actually reading it, then you’d probably be offended by the content anyway. (The whole flap about the book, actually, is major evidence in favor of one of her points, that Americans get so het up about the idea of kids and sex that they can’t even talk rationally about it.)
(Brief digression: I really don’t get folks who get gung-ho about protesting books and banning books that they haven’t even READ for themselves. Sure, I can think of plenty of books whose descrptions make me roll my eyes. But I shouldn’t say “The Surrendered Wife is utterly full of crap!” when I haven’t even read the thing; at best, I can say “From what I’ve heard about The Surrendered Wife, it claims that you can improve your marriage through practices that, in my case, were major contributors to my marriage failing. I haven’t read it for myself, but it sure sounds like it’s full of crap.” Once I’ve actually read the thing, then I can say, “This book is full of crap!” — and justify the assertion.)
Anyway. I’ve read Harmful to Minors. I think it’s worth reading, it’s thought-provoking, and it’s a welcome counterbalance to the current political and social climate. (And she raises some interesting points. Why don’t most people, when they’re listing reasons why teens have sex, include “because sex, done properly, is fun”?)
Since I’m off work for the holidays, I’ve gotten a lot of other reading done — watching my son, while not compatible with serious study, goes just fine with light reading and rereading.
I’ve long loved Maud Hart Lovelace’s books — Betsy, Tacy, and Tib was the first chapter book I remember reading as a kid — and Emily of Deep Valley is still my favorite. Emily Webster has just graduated from high school, but while all her friends are going off to college, Emily must stay in Deep Valley to care for her aging grandfather. Separated from her old friends, her old life over, she has to find new friends, new activities, and a new direction for her life. Now that I’m a divorced mother of a mildly autistic son, still subject to bouts of “wait a minute, I picked up the wrong life script!”, I can really identify with Emily’s struggles.
Usually I like to reread series in order, but the other day I picked up Jennie Lindquist’s The Crystal Tree, sequel to The Golden Name Day and The Little Silver House, and went ahead and read it alone. (Well, I read the first two over and over as a kid, and I didn’t discover the third one until I was 25, so I have to make up the difference….) It doesn’t have quite the same charm of the first two books; it lacks the Swedish-American customs that made the others so fascinating. But the mystery of the Crane family is reasonably entertaining, and it’s nice to see Nancy finally living in the house with her family.
Alcott’s Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom, however, I reread in sequence. At her best, Alcott writes characters with depth and heart that present the story’s morals without much fuss; at her worst, she writes checkerboard treacle. These two I find to be more towards the treacly end of the spectrum. They’re interesting to read more for what you learn about the issues of the time than for the stories themselves. (And of course now I can’t find the quote that I really liked, where Rose says something to the general effect of “Of course women want homes and families, but we also want to use our minds and our talents to make a difference in the world.” 1876, ladies and gentlemen. It’s not a new idea.)
I almost didn’t get to finish my reread of Rumer Godden’s In This House of Brede — I forgot it in the shopping cart when I had to leave Home Depot in a hurry, and when I first called back they hadn’t found it. My favorite book in the world, very out of print in the States (I can apparently get it from Amazon.ca, but it’d be a paperback, and I love my hardcover)…. Fortunately, when I called to check one last time, they’d found it.
This is one of my all-time favorite books. The story is about life in a monastery of Benedictine nuns, particularly focusing on Philippa Talbot, a high-powered businesswoman who in her forties drops everything to become a nun.