
          Newsletter 
            # 42
             April 
              9 , 2003
          
          I reported in the 
            last newsletter about the deaths of two political writers, Howard Fast and 
            John Sanford. I have since read one of Sanford's 
              books, THE PEOPLE FROM HEAVEN. This is another of the University of Illinois 
              Press's THE RADICAL NOVEL RECONSIDERED series edited by Alan Wald. This 
              series has, I believe, been curtailed because the books were selling in 
              the hundreds rather than the hundreds of thousands. It seems to me a great 
              loss if there are to be no more of these rediscovered, well-edited novels 
              with their informative introductions. 
          While all the novels 
            in Alan Wald's series are worthwhile, I've liked some more than others. 
            Sanford's THE PEOPLE FROM HEAVEN is an interesting combination of a leftist 
            critique of America combined with High Modernist experimentation. I wanted 
            to like it better than I did, but in spite of splendid language, drama, 
            and sudden violence, it has a coolness that kept me, at least, at a distance. 
            The various narratives slip between fantasy and realism, and the main story 
            is broken up by chapters of historical material in a very readable verse 
            (Columbus on his ship; native Americans facing the white invader, a black 
            civil war spy, and others). I like best the long passages of dialogue unmixed 
            with tags that capture a mid-twentieth century rural American speech pattern 
            (the setting is a small town in the Adirondack region of New York State). 
            The dialogues are funny and fast moving and give characters a surprising 
            depth and roundness for such spare speeches. 
          It is a worthwhile 
            and interesting book that demands your full attention. It raises a very 
            contemporary question about whether the People from Heaven– supposedly what 
            native people called the Europeans when they first encountered them in America– 
            are harming the peoples of color they meet as well as each other. This was 
            such a radical idea when the book came out in the early nineteen forties, 
            that American Communist commentators damned it as ultra-leftist!
           For old fashioned 
            story telling that doesn't require so much effort, you can always turn to 
            the commercially still-available works of Howard Fast. There are flat spots 
            in his prose, and I suspect he never did much self-editing, but when Fast 
            gets cooking, he just steals your time. My favorite of his is FREEDOM ROAD 
            about the years between the Civil War and the return of White Supremacy, 
            and I'm still looking forward to reading SPARTACUS. 
                                                 – Meredith Sue Willis 
          
          MEANWHILE, IN THE 
            OTHER MEDIA....
           Writes Pat 
            Arnow: "I know what you mean about having trouble reading because 
            our country has plunged into this crazy war. But movies still work for me...I 
            went to an interesting panel with Susan Orlean and Louis Begley (writers 
            of ORCHID THIEF, which was turned into ADAPTATION, and ABOUT SCHMIDT) talking 
            about the changes in the screen versions. The screen writers from ADAPTATION 
            were there, too, and Jonathan Lethem, who wrote this book I like a lot, 
            MOTHERLESS BROOKLYN, about a semi-gangster who has Tourettes. Edward Norton 
            is writing a script from it. So I took pictures and notes, posted them on 
            my website. Check it out if you get a chance: Pat 
              Arnow. Also posted a picture from an antiwar demonstration I happened 
            upon, an elephant pooping missiles!" 
          Pat adds a post 
            script about "another movie– LOST IN LA MANCHA, a disaster picture about 
            Terry Gilliam trying to make a movie about Don Quixote [which] inspired 
            me to try to read DON QUIXOTE. I've tried it before a time or three, not 
            gotten very far. I'll send a report for BOOKS FOR READERS if it works out 
            this time." 
          Alan 
            Appel recommends a play 
              that has already closed, but sounds interesting if it comes your way: SUN-UP 
              by Lula Vollmer about an Appalachian family confronting war in 1917. It 
              was a big hit in 1923. Vollmer was from North Carolina and set her plays 
              in Appalachia. Her record as a playwright is impressive, even a movie with 
              Katherine Hepburn, says Phyllis Moore. 
          Phyllis suggests, 
            and I second, a CD by West Virginia singer, interviewer, and writer Kate 
            Long called BIGOLLADY: there are free samples at KateLong.com.
           Finally, in the 
            non-traditional book arena: If you have Adobe Reader (downloadable for free 
            at http://www.adobe.com/products/acrobat/readstep2.html), 
            you can get free poetry from xPress(ed). 
            Go to for the Spring 2003 list. I am especially pleased to recommend Halvard 
              Johnson's witty RAPSODIE ESPAGNOLE. 
          
          BACK TO HARD COPY 
            BOOKS 
          Daniela 
            Gioseffi had edited and 
              written the introduction for WOMEN ON WAR from the always excellent Feminist 
              Press at the City University of New York. Daniela says "it is good reading 
              for these terrible times and features all your favorite authors: Alice Walker 
              to Zora Neale Hurston, to you-name-her!" 
          If you are in the 
            New York area, you are invited to the book's launch, an event called WOMEN, 
            WAR & PEACE: A LANDMARK EVENT, featuring: Grace Paley, Robin Morgan, Jayne 
            Cortez, Nina Cassian, Blanche Wiesen Cook, Pwu Jean Lee, Daniela Gioseffi, 
            Brooklyn Women's Peace Chorus and many more. It's on April 23, 2003, at 
            the Great Hall of Cooper Union, 7 East 7th Street (at 3rd Ave.), 7:00 PM 
            to 9:00 P.M.. For information, call Jessica Roncker at (212) 817-7920 or 
            Lisa London at The Feminist Press @ CUNY (212) 817-7916. 
          
          MORE READING 
          THE 
            ETHICAL CULTURE REVIEW OF BOOKS is up and running again with new reviews of SPINOZA'S HERESY and my ORADELL 
              AT SEA.
           Phyllis Moore tells us 
            that the March BOOKPAGE contains an interesting review of Denise Giardina's 
            latest novel FALLAM'S SECRET by Belinda Anderson. BOOKPAGE should be available 
            free at your local library. 
          She also recommends THE BELLEVUE LITERARY REVIEW literary 
            journal. Contributors are doctors, nurses, patients, etc.
          Shelley 
            Ettinger's latest story 
              "Has It?" has been posted as a preview on the website of GLASS 
                TESSERACT at http://www.glasstesseract.com/index.shtml. Click on "selections" 
              on the upper left. 
          And don't forget Barbara Cohen's sweet and terribly sad Purim 
            story at ECLECTICA Magazine: http://www.eclectica.org/v7n2/cohen_kligerman.html. 
           
           
           
          
          
          
          Newsletter 
            # 43
             May 6, 
              2003
          
          When I get too busy 
            with political letters and civic responsibilities and teaching and meetings 
            and cutting the grass, I sometimes don't want to take a chance on wasting 
            my precious reading time, so I turn to old favorites. This time, I reread 
            Virginia Woolf's MRS. DALLOWAY, and really understood why Michael Cunningham 
            didn't want it to end and thus wrote his own spin- off, THE HOURS. 
          This 
            reading I particularly admired how successfully Woolf manages the omniscient 
            point of view. This is probably the most successful modern omniscient novel 
            I've read. It links characters by the simple device of having them pass 
            one another on the streets of London, and, as they pass, the point of view 
            shifts. At one point, an unnamed and unseen member of the royal family passes 
            by in a car, and the mild excitement is shared by wealthy Clarissa shopping 
            for flowers for her party and  Moll Pratt who sells roses on the 
            street. 
          I usually remember 
            the novel as being limited to the point of view of Clarissa Dalloway. If 
            pressed, I probably would have recalled that it also about the war-damaged 
            Septimus Warren Smith. What I had totally forgotten is that the novel also 
            follows Septimus's wife, Clarissa's husband, Clarissa's old love Peter Walsh 
            and many others, including the flower seller mentioned above. Clarissa and 
            Septimus are certainly at the heart of the novel, and it is Clarissa's world 
            of human connection and beauty that triumphs in the end. 
          One reason the movement 
            among many consciousnesses works is that the novel is often about surfaces– 
            that is, of light glinting on porcelain, or shining on the sweep of a gown, 
            or reflected back by flowers. In Woolf's hands, of course, such things have 
            a direct line to memory and deep emotion. By our access through 
            our senses to these surfaces-- this shared sense experience-- we have  a natural 
            link from person to person.
           Woolf gives us 
            sense details as experienced by her many characters plus what amounts to 
            the patter of human voices just below the surface– the more-or-less conscious 
            thoughts of her people. And since all these people, poor and rich, share 
            the same splendid June day in London, and since their one-level-down thoughts 
            are not unreasonably accessible to a sensitive person– the play of many 
            consciousnesses works beautifully. 
          It is my favorite 
            kind of novel: it goes both broad and deep.Michael 
              Cunningham's THE HOURS is well-worth reading, and the movie based on his 
              book is worthwhile too, but both works feel heavy-handed compared to Woolf's 
              delight in the sound and surfaces of human life, a sensibility that is heightened, 
              perhaps made possible, by the terrible demons within and without that can 
              destroy the same precious life.
                                                                   
                                         – Meredith Sue Willis 
           
          
           
          JOYS OF GENRE FICTION 
          Phyllis 
            Moore writes that West 
              Virginia author Sherri Neilson "lives in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, and 
              FREE FALLING is her first published novel. She is a member of Romance Writers 
              of America and Washington Romance Writers." Reviews of this historical/paranormal 
              novel can be found on Neilson's website.
           BASKET CASE by 
            Carol Hiaasen is the kind of book I rarely read– a murder mystery comedy. 
            I meant to look at the opening chapters to see how it uses a present tense 
            narrtive, but I got sucked in and read it straight through. It's a conventional 
            American vigilante story: a single guy, more than a little the worse for 
            wear, working to right wrong under the radar screen of established institutions. 
            The ideology is the leathery cowboy thing, but Hiaasen also has an interesting 
            ax to grind, which is the corporate looting of decent newspapers. The main 
            strength of the novel– and the reason the present tense works– is the narrator's 
            wit and intelligence. The narrator, an obituary writer, gets involved in 
            investigating a rock singer's death. More interesting than the plot to me 
            were the narrator's obsession with the ages at which people die, his search 
            for how and when his own father died, and how he got demoted to obituaries. 
            Hiaasen, who has worked for over 25 years as a reporter and then a columnist 
            at the MIAMI-HERALD, writes from his strength: he goes fifty pages before 
            there is a real action scene. He has a lot more fun with sexual innuendo 
            and casual sexual references than with the actual acts, and with information 
            and humor than with action. Entertaining light reading.
          
          MORE READING 
          THE TERRORIST NEXT 
            DOOR by Daniel Levitas is a solid study of our native right wing terrorist 
            scene. Levitas says this book was begun just after the 1995 bombing of the 
            Federal Building in Oklahoma City and finished just after the destruction 
            of the World Trade Center. I read it as background research for a novel 
            I may write someday, but no one needs an excuse, because the terrorists 
            next door are of great interest: you'll learn about the Aryan Nations, the 
            Posse Comitatus, Christian Identity believers and many more who create elaborate 
            paranoid theories around the edges of society, but are always testing the 
            waters for larger groups who might respond to part, if not all, of their 
            message. These groups were, for example, very active during the farm crisis 
            of the nineteen eighties. Some of them admire the Nazis, some identify themselves 
            as Christian believers, but what stays the same is their animus toward Jews, 
            blacks, gay people and many, many more. The book is thick with its accumulation 
            of names and events, but well worth dipping into– if only for the nice irony 
            that the anti-Semitic founder of the Posse Comitatus was half Jewish. 
          
          STILL MORE READING 
          Just published by 
            Michigan State University Press: DETROIT TALES by Jim Ray Daniels. These 
            are excellent short stories with some really fine, gritty insights into 
            life where real people live it. 
          Gretchen Moran Laskas' 
            THE MIDWIFE'S TALE– new from Dial. I'll be reviewing this soon in the ETHICAL 
              CULTURE REVIEW OF BOOKS, which is once again up and running. 
          For those struggling 
            artists among you as well as those who love the arts, here's an interesting 
            online article about how artists get paid: http://www.bricklin.com/artistspaid.htm. 
          Interesting concept: 
            fiction inspired by current events at Alternet: http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=15511.
          
           
          Newsletter 
            # 44
               May 21, 
              2003
          
             
          
          Generally, the reason I write 
            about books is to recommend them, but there are always times when something 
            has been hyped too much, when it just doesn't do for me what it did for 
            my friend, or when there is an underlying ideology that I find repulsive. 
            In this vein, special Guest Editor Shelley Ettinger 
              writes: 
           
          RECENT NOT GREAT BOOKS 
          By Shelley Ettinger
           
          I've had a run of disappointing 
            reads lately, so why not warn you? First was Ruth Ozeki's ALL OVER CREATION. 
            I do consider Ruth Ozeki's book a worthy effort– and it occurs to me that 
            a gardener might find in it more zing than I did. I liked it okay but that's 
            all; it lacked the zany verve, the zeal and momentum of MY YEAR OF MEATS. 
            Most critics preferred this to her first, which I find weird. For me, the 
            first had way more life to it, made me care much more. 
          Then I read LIGHT, COMING BACK 
            by Ann Wadsworth, which came highly recommended and was a Lambda Literary 
            Award nominee last year. A lovely dud. By which I mean the writing was very 
            fine but so what? Most of the characters are high-culture, proper and prosperous 
            Bostonians who left me either unmoved or positively repulsed– not what the 
            author was going for.
           I had the opposite problem with 
            SALOME OF THE TENEMENTS from the Radical Novel Reconsidered series (University 
            of Illinois Press). The characters, the issues, the setting all worked for 
            me, but, darn it, the writing did not. Shoot. I'm holding out hope for others 
            in the series, several of which I've borrowed from the New York University 
            library.
           Disappointment gave way to outrage 
            as I read IN SUNLIGHT, IN A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN by Kathleen Cambor. In 1997 
            I took the train from New York to Pittsburgh for the AFL-CIO convention. 
            As the train chugged over the Alleghenies near Johnstown, Pa., suddenly 
            a voice came over the loudspeaker and we were treated to a 20-minute discourse 
            on the Johnstown flood of 1889. It was fascinating, and sparked my interest 
            in learning more, and I was delighted when this novel came out to glowing 
            reviews two years ago.
           Cambor was hailed for giving 
            voice to the flood's victims and exposing the perpetrators. Well. She does, 
            sort of. But she also treats them equally– equally sympathetically. Even 
            as she shows how the millionaire owners of a "gentleman's club" upriver 
            were directly responsible for the dam burst and flood that killed over 2,200 
            people, mostly steel workers and their families, she also spends many pages 
            establishing the humanity and essential goodness of the culprits. And these 
            are not just any culprits, mind you. We're talking the big boys, the robber 
            barons. Carnegie, Mellon, Frick. She dwells for example on Frick's love 
            of art, kindness to his wife, loyalty to friends and so on– frigging Frick, 
            Carnegie's trigger boy who three years later would sic Pinkerton killers 
            on the Homestead strikers! 
          She also writes quite touchingly 
            about the club lawyer's background: how his brothers died and his father, 
            a Virginia plantation owner, lost everything in the Civil War because they 
            refused to compromise their principles. Yes, that's right, she lauds them 
            as noble souls who held fast to their principles, which consisted of getting 
            rich off the labor of enslaved Africans. I was so appalled at this section 
            that I nearly stopped, but I thought maybe she'll turn it around later somehow. 
          No, she never does. She treats 
            everyone with equal sympathy, the thousands of flood victims and the men 
            who killed them. I was left wondering what the point of this book is. It's 
            been lauded for looking at the role of social class in the Johnstown flood 
            and yes, in a way it does. But to what end? Ultimately all I could figure 
            out she's saying, if anything, is that, well, these things happen. There 
            are classes, owning and laboring, and there are tragedies, brought about 
            by the one and suffered by the other, and it's sad but, gee, it's the natural 
            order of things and really no one's at fault. 
          Of course, I don't think there's 
            anything natural, inevitable, or final about the capitalist system, but 
            this book made me think again about what a tight hold capitalist ideology 
            has on the arts in this country. Books and book reviews in particular. Almost 
            without exception, both, in this time and place, are written and read, consciously 
            or not, from the sensibility of the class that holds power. How could it 
            be otherwise when that sensibility holds utter sway? If once in while a 
            writer breaks out, the book is denounced as unsubtle and unartistic, shrill, 
            a screed, and the writer as an odious ideologue (which, come to think of 
            it, isn't that far off from how Ruth Ozeki's first book was treated)– or, 
            more commonly, the book is ignored and dies on the shelf. 
          I don't have any special pipeline 
            to news of well-written, class-conscious new literature– all I have are 
            the mainstream reviews and very rarely some other tip from a friend. Still, 
            I can think of a few books 've read over the last few years that I thought 
            were very good according to my lights and didn't, as far as I know, get 
            much notice: LOCAS by Yxta Maya Murray, about Chicana teenagers in Los Angeles. 
            THE NECESSARY HUNGER by Nina Revoyr, also set in Los Angeles, also about 
            teenaged girls, basketball players, an African-American and an Asian-American. 
            SHADOW PARTISAN by Nadja Tesich, set in post-World-War-II Yugoslavia. A 
            fantastic series of murder mysteries, not a genre I usually enjoy, by Barbara 
            Neeley featuring as the main character a Black woman who works as a domestic. 
            They're titled BLANCHE ON THE LAM, BLANCHE CLEANS UP, BLANCHE AMONG THE 
            TALENTED TENTH, and BLANCHE PASSES GO. Very sharp, entertaining page turners 
            but also deep: social commentary passing as mysteries. 
          There are, thankfully, also books 
            that are popular as well as socially conscious. Those that spring to mind 
            are from other countries– no surprise since there is much higher class consciousness 
            everywhere else, or, if from the U.S., emerge primarily from the experience 
            of immigrants and people of color. I'm thinking, for example, of Sandra 
            Cisneros's CARAMELO, Jamie O'Neill's AT SWIM TWO BOYS, everything by Sarah 
            Waters, and many that we don't get a chance to read because they're not 
            translated into English or published in this country.
                                                       – Shelley Ettinger
          Guest editor Shelley Ettinger 
            reads during her lunch hour and on the subway to and from her job as a secretary 
            at New York University. She's writing her first novel, portions of which 
            have been published in several online literary journals. The links are at: http://homepages.nyu.edu/~se30/. 
            Her latest story "Rowdy Goddess," which is adapted from the opening chapter 
            of her novel-in-progress, VERA'S WILL, has been published in the online 
            journal Muse Apprentice Guild at http://www.muse-apprentice-guild.com/shelleyettinger-fiction/home.html. 
           
          
           ANOTHER NOT-GREAT BOOK 
          Phyllis Moore  writes: "Here is my "take" 
            on the novel SINS OF THE SEVENTH SISTER: A MEMOIR OF THE GOTHIC SOUTH by 
            Huston Curtis. The best thing about it is its title. The second best thing 
            is its dust jacket. It is told from the point of a view of a seven year 
            old boy.
           "In this novel WV, once again, 
            is the South. An interesting point, it went out to reviewers as a memoir 
            but was published as a novel. It does mentions Elkins and Weston but has 
            - 0 - to do with recognizable life in WV. It's sex-drenched, rather silly 
            and implausible. Sure to be a best seller and a movie!"
          
          AND MORE COMMENTS ON A VERY GOOD 
            ONE... 
          Rebecca Kavaler writes: "I have lent my copy of John Williams' AUGUSTUS to a friend so without 
            it at hand cannot be too specific about the aspects that I liked so much. 
            Williams won me in the first sentence of his Author's Note (which I copied 
            down to use as an epigraph should I ever write another historical!): ‘It 
            is recorded that a famous Latin historian declared he would have made Pompey 
            win the battle of Pharsalia had the effective turn of a sentence required 
            it.' 
          "Well, in spite of his ability 
            to turn a sentence effectively, I don't think Williams found it necessary 
            to subvert any historical truths. Since I did not begin this book with any 
            great interest in the Roman saga, the fact that I became completely engrossed 
            in it is a tribute to his narrative skill and to the very original way he 
            tells a familiar story––using letters, memoirs, senate proceedings, diaries, 
            and alternating the accounts written as they were happening with other accounts 
            recalled decades later––yet never interrupting the cumulative suspense of 
            history's flow. For me it stands as a wonderful preamble to Gibbon's DECLINE 
            AND FALL– true enough as history in its account of the military campaigns 
            and political maneuvering following Caesar's death, fictional only in its 
            in-depth portrayal of the characters involved. And of course the sad conclusion– 
            that like the human body, an empire begins to decompose as soon as it reaches 
            maturity– is particularly 
              relevant to these times." 
           
          
           POETICS BLOG 
          For a blog (web log or online 
            journal) that focuses on the discussion of poetics, take a look at http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/. Especially check out the entry for 
            May 3, 2003 entry for a really nice discussion of Halvard 
              Johnson's poetry!
           
           
 
          KIND WORDS FOR THIS NEWSLETTER
           From Jane 
            Ciabattari: "What a great new newsletter (#43). I, too, have been 
            drawn back to Virginia Woolf. MRS. DALLOWAY, THE WAVES. And her diaries. 
            In fact, I loved her entries during World War II, as she had a new book 
            coming out and was eager for reviews, and also had her London townhouse 
            bombed during the blitz. Thanks, too, for the Alternet fiction inspired 
            by current events."
           From David 
            "Joho" Weinberger: "Speaking of writing about books, my sister in 
            law, the novelist Meredith Sue Willis, writes a newsletter about books worth 
            reading that is enhanced by contributions from her readers. It's very personal 
            and personable and is infused with the love of reading." (August 5, 2002 
            of http://www.hyperorg.com.) 
           
          
           ONLINE READING 
          Suzanne McConnell has a piece in m.a.g.: http://www.muse-apprentice-guild.com/suzannemcconnell-fiction/home.html 
          Jane Ciabattari's 
            latest really tight and sharp short story, "Arabella Leaves," is in Ms. 
            online right now at http://www.msmagazine.com/dec02/ciabattari.asp. Jane writes that it draws its inspiration in part from drug problems 
            she learned about while judging a contest called the Nancy Dickerson Whitehead 
            awards, for print and broadcast journalism that accurately depicts drug 
            and alcohol abuse. Jane also has a story in the new issue of READERVILLE, 
            about the new Tennessee Williams story that appears in the new anthology 
            French Quarter Fiction, edited by Joshua Clark (Light of New Orleans Publishing). 
           
          
          MORE CORRESPONDENCE ABOUT BOOKS 
          Roberta Mundie writes: "You and I are about the same age, and I read MIDDLEMARCH for the 
            first time not long before you did. I also reread it at intervals, testing 
            (I suppose) whether I am still growing. John Cheever, the novelist, said 
            that his mother read Middlemarch continually: when she reached the end, 
            she simply started over.
           "The lovely concluding paragraph 
            ('The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; 
            . . half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life and rest 
            in unvisited tombs.') I found a couple of years ago as part of the text 
            of a liturgical reading in the service book at the North Broad Street temple 
            in Philadelphia, attributed to 'a very wise person.' 
          "Anyway, I persuaded my reading 
            group to read Middlemarch for our next meeting, and our discussion is coming 
            up in mid-June."
           I hope the discussion goes well, 
            Roberta!
          Tom Schloegel writes that he just read my novel for kids, MARCO'S MONSTER: "Realistic 
            4th grade fiction is not my normal reading choice, but I really enjoyed 
            it. I especially liked how race was not referred to once, and yet Marco's 
            integrated neighborhood was completely transparent. From my own parenting 
            experience thus far I know that children don't notice skin color, so well 
            done there. Overall it was a fun, satisfying read. 
          "I can recommend another page-turner 
            if you are interested: ARTEMIS FOWL by Eoin Colfer. Easily as creative a 
            conception as the world of Harry Potter. Artemis discovers that trolls, 
            dwarves and fairies really exist and he kidnaps one for ransom. I see from 
            your literary email list the type of fiction you like, but since you are 
            also working on science fiction, maybe you would enjoy this too."  
          
          
            
               
            
          
           
          Newsletter 
            # 45
             June 21, 
              2003
           This issue welcomes Summer 2003. 
            I'm hoping that such a polite welcome will influence the weather to do something 
            besides rain. There have been remarkably few days dry enough to work in 
            the vegetable garden. We've also been wrapped up in graduation here– my 
            only child Joel is graduating from high school with a lot more parties and 
            events than I remember from my graduation all those years ago in Shinnston, 
            West Virginia.
           Since this is the beginning 
            of vacations, it is time to ask people for their summer reading plans: what 
            are you reading for fun or as a project? I have a suggestion for those seeking 
            a challenging but not terribly long classic: THE PRINCESS OF CLEVES. This 
            was written in 1678 in France by Madame de Lafayette, a friend of the aphorist 
            Duc de La Rochefoucauld and the famous letter writer Madame de Sevigne. 
            It is one of those rare books from an extremely different time, place, and 
            culture that is still readable. I first read it when I was in a group that 
            was working our way through older books by women, and then returned to it 
            after hearing it discussed in a Teaching 
              Company lecture on the development of the Self.
           This is a book that takes some 
            effort, but it is much easier– and much shorter!– than, say, THE TALE OF 
            GENJI. THE PRINCESS OF CLEVES is possibly the first historical novel: Madame 
            de Lafayette was a member of the court of Louis IV, and with research and 
            information from her friends, she set her book a hundred years earlier in 
            the court of Henri II; most of the characters in the novel, excluding the 
            heroine, are real people– such as the young and rather mischievous Mary 
            Queen of Scots. Scholars indicate that Lafayette did well on accuracy, if 
            not on attitudes. Her themes are germane to life as she knew it, and her 
            plot is about what happens to a young woman determined to be faithful to 
            her husband, but also attracted to romantic passion and to the importance 
            of honesty in relationships. 
          The hothouse court atmosphere 
            feels breathlessly claustrophobic to most readers in the twenty-first century: 
            so few options and activities available to women!– and the men of the court 
            aren't much better off. Madame De Lafayette's world was one where the aristocracy 
            had been carefully brought to heel by the Sun King and his advisors so that 
            their daily lives centered on court intrigue rather than on administering 
            their estates or creating power bases in the provinces. Poor people, of 
            course– the vast whole of France– don't figure in the story at all. 
          All that having been said, it's 
            still a pretty compelling picture of a tiny coterie of people whose energies 
            are all focused on success like so many Manhattan stock traders. The women 
            exercise their energies on seeking power through alliances with men, withholding 
            and giving sexual favors and other kinds of favors. It is superbly and cleanly 
            written, classical and compressed– almost all dialogue, with many stories-within-stories, 
            and only the tiniest soupcons of description: a room, a garment, a view 
            of a garden. Just enough. 
          In the end, the Princess is a 
            kind of hero of personal integrity. The "world" is amazed by the lengths 
            to which she will go to preserve her virtue. People argue that she is putting 
            herself on a pedestal, putting herself above other women, making a fool 
            of herself by not giving in to passion like a normal woman, etc. etc. She 
            is steadfast, however, in her determination to do right even in the extreme 
            circumstances of a court where everything conspires to bring her down. It 
            seem to me, from my twenty-first century viewpoint, that less extraordinary 
            people probably do more good in the world, and are certainly happier, but 
            the Princess's determination makes for an extremely absorbing story. 
                                                    – Meredith Sue Willis 
           
          
          SHORT RECOMMENDATIONS
           Here's a book that many people 
            have missed: THE GIRL PRETENDING TO READ RILKE by Barbara Riddle (available 
            at Amazon.com and probably elsewhere), the headlong, entertaining coming 
            of age of a young woman at the very opening of the nineteen-sixties. She 
            tries everything at once: to be brilliant, to make love, to have relationships, 
            to have adventures– and mainly, to find her footing in a shaky world.
           My light reading this summer 
            is probably going to be continuing Orson Scott Card's SEVENTH SON series. 
            Card creates an alternate history for America where the Iroquois industrialized 
            early and have their own state in a much smaller United States, and the 
            Hio river is one of the boundaries between the territory of Wobbish and 
            a mountaineer country called Appalachee. William "Bill" Harrison and Mike 
            "King of the River" Fink are villains– and, oh, if you like this kind of 
            thing, it's a ton of fun. I've read the first book, SEVENTH SON, and RED 
            PROPHET so far. Card doesn't need a recommendation from me: he's one of 
            the Big Dogs of the science fiction/fantasy realm. 
          Which brings me to SEABISCUIT 
            by Laura Hillenbrand. This was a Mother's Day gift– just in time for this 
            year's Triple Crown horse races. I didn't intend to like it– Boo to big 
            best sellers being made into big movies! However– I couldn't put it down. 
            I always loved horses, and always love books as the entryway into Other 
            Worlds, exotic to me (Orson Scott Card's America; Mme. De Lafayette's court 
            life). Besides, I read all the Black Stallion series when I was a girl, 
            and this books is like a gritty grown-up version of Walter Farley's THE 
            BLACK STALLION. It's almost worth the price of the book just for the gross 
            descriptions of how jockeys take off weight. 
          And one more in the Doesn't-Need 
            -My Imprimatur category: WHITE TEETH by Zadie Smith, recommended often here 
            and elsewhere. It has been a big and worth best seller. Smith has an apparently 
            bottomless fund of inventiveness and affection for all kinds of people. 
           
          
           DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION 
          Carmen Iglesias recommends BE 
            THE DREAM: PREP FOR PREP GRADUATES SHARE THEIR STORIES, "an informal history 
            of Prep for Prep, a New York City-based program which prepares students 
            of color from the New York City public schools to enter preparatory (i. 
            e. independent, or private) schools, hence the name Prep for Prep. It's 
            edited by the founder of the program, Gary Simons, and the bulk of the text 
            is a series of essays by Prep alumni and alumnae .... describing their experiences, 
            before, during, and after the program, emphasizing how Prep transformed 
            their lives. I haven't gotten through all of it, and a series of essays 
            necessarily varies in appeal from piece to piece," says Carmen, "but I have 
            been quite impressed so far by the book." It's published by Algonquin Books 
            of Chapel Hill. 
           
          
          LETTER FROM STEVEN BLOOM 
          One of my favorite authors Steven 
            Bloom (NO NEW JOKES– see Books For Readers #38 ) writes:
           "dear meredith sue willis, thanks 
            for your kind words about no new jokes. i am always very happy when someone 
            who isn't jewish and isn't from brooklyn likes it. an independent literary 
            newsletter is a terrific idea and as soon as my wife and i can find out 
            what a blank email is we would like to connect with you. we have lived in 
            heidelberg, germany for the past twenty five years. she is a singer and 
            i've taught american studies at the university for the past ten years. i 
            have been writing a lot....a collection of my stories will be published 
            in german next year by the publisher of the german version of no new jokes. 
            the title story, open marriage, will appear in the next issue of confrontation....steven 
            bloom." 
           
          
          DEPARTMENT OF GOOD NEWS 
          A segment of Tom Butler's novel-in-progress 
            has won the Reflections Short Fiction Award (from REFLECTIONS LITERARY JOURNAL 
            at Piedmont Community College in North Carolina) and achieved semi-finalist 
            ranking in the H.E. Francis Literary Competition (University of Alabama). 
            You can order a copy of REFLECTIONS at Reflections Literary Journal, Piedmont Community College, P.O. Box 
            1197, Roxboro, NC 27573. (It's $7.)
          Poet Barbara Crooker has a new 
            book out:  BARBARA CROOKER: GREATEST HITS 1980 - 2002. See Pudding 
              House Publications.
          A good discussion of Halvard 
            Johnson's poetry appears in the poetics blog http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/. 
            Go to the entry for May 3, 2003.
           
          
          WEBSITES AND ONLINE RESOURCES 
          Find resources for independents 
            of all sorts: bookstores, publishers, readers, writers, music listeners, 
            etc. etc. at New Pages.
           Writer and teacher-of-writing 
            Roberta Allen (THE PLAYFUL WAY TO SERIOUS WRITING; THE PLAYFUL WAY TO KNOWING 
            YOURSELF) has a good website with information about her and her books at http://www.prairieden.com/roberta.allen. 
          An New York City organization 
            called Media Bistro gives classes 
            and bills itself as "Connecting Media Professionals to New Opportunities 
            -- and to Each Other!" 
           
          
           FROM PHYLLIS MOORE 
          Phyllis Moore writes that she 
            has read "a few pages of LOLITA IN TEHRAN. It certainly gets mixed reviews 
            on the Net and I'll be interested in seeing how it shakes out for me. I 
            feel free not to read it if it is boring. I recently tried to read ICY SPARKS, 
            partly because its protagonist has Tourette's Syndrome, but found it boring." 
          Phyllis also recommends a children's 
            book set in West Virginia, THE HAUNTING OF SWAIN'S FANCY by Brenda Seabrook 
            that received a nice review in KIRKUS REVIEWS. "In an earlier book, THE 
            VAMPIRE IN MY BATHTUB," writes Phyllis, "Brenda created Eugene, West Virginia's 
            first, at least to my knowledge, vampire. He's a sweetie."
           And she forwards information 
            about Poet Jeff Mann. 
            He has a new book out and an upcoming issue of APPALACHIAN HERITAGE dedicated 
            to his work!   BONES WASHED WITH WINE, Jeff's first full-length 
            book of poetry, published in January 2003 by Gival Press, combines poems 
            from his sold-out chapbooks BLISS and FLINT SHARDS FROM SUSSEX. You can 
            order it from Gival Press, 
            and there's a sample poem at http://givalpress.prodigybiz.com/jeffmann.html:
           ....Flesh is the hollow
            sycamore within which 
              a solitary huddles.... 
           
          
           FROM SHELLEY ETTINGER 
          Shelley Ettinger writes: "After 
            reading a couple light books last week, on Monday I read one that for some 
            reason I never had before and that I'd been meaning to since the war buildup 
            began last fall: JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN by Dalton Trumbo. Oh man. 
          "I [also] read another from the 
            Radical Novel Reconsidered series: MOSCOW YANKEE by Myra Page [mentioned 
            in Books for Readers # 15 ]. I liked 
            it a lot. It's set in 1931 and the main character is an unemployed Detroit 
            auto worker who goes to the Soviet Union for a job. In places the writing 
            took some slogging to get through, I think because she tried too hard to 
            make the characters real via slangy vernacular. But overall I thought she 
            succeeded in the effort to portray women and men grappling with machines, 
            each other and themselves in the struggle to create a new, better way of 
            living and working. She conveyed something that's hard to grasp unless you've 
            taken part in such an endeavor yourself or at least observed it firsthand 
            (I only got a sense of it when I spent time in Cuba)– which is that a social 
            revolution is not a single event that takes place on a certain date when 
            governmental power changes hands; rather, it is a long, ongoing process 
            that only starts then. The workers take power, that opens up the potential 
            to change social relations--and then the real work begins.
           "I often alternate between reading 
            that takes effort and thought and light, easy page turners, so after a couple 
            weeks with MOSCOW YANKEE, I spent a couple days with LOST IN A GOOD BOOK. 
            This is Jasper Fforde's sequel to THE EYRE AFFAIR. Apparently the adventures 
            of literary operative Thursday Next will be a series, with a third book 
            due in 2004. This second one, like the first, is funny, silly and over the 
            top. Characters' names contrived of groan-worthy puns. A wild plot. Active 
            involvement of many fictional folk, mostly notably Miss Haversham. Some 
            sly commentary--for example, Thursday's ancient grandmother is trying to 
            kill herself by reading the most boring classics, and there are several 
            conversations about the best candidates. And the return of literary historian 
            Millon De Flosse. Great fun."