A deer that was hit by a car decided to check itself into the Emergency Room at Strong Memorial Hospital in Rochester. The severely injured animal perhaps was hoping that it in under the Affordable Care Act. Due to the extent of its injuries, Animal Control euthanized the animal.
This story has been making its rounds across the internet with many outlets reporting the odd news. Check out the original story from the Democrat & Chronicle:
http://www.democratandchronicle.com/story/news/2015/10/26/injured-deers-ends-up-strong-hospital/74657248/
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Parents Do the Darndest Things
Sometimes, as a parent, we do things we wouldn't normally do. We have four daughters which equates to a lot of chaos in our household. Why would anyone want to add additional chaos to the circus? Yet sometimes, we do just that. We in the Bacon household just added to the chaos. We just got a kitten.
Stella Blue is a tiny, little, buff kitten gotten from one of Wendy's friend and coworker. There was some back and forth concerning what to name the little feline. We went back and forth with several names. IdaLena and Patience came up with Sugar, changed their minds and decided on Sandy. Wendy liked Felicity. Corliss liked the name, Princess, which we all hated. I jokingly said Pork Chop, as in "Cat -- the Other White Meat." It's only a joke, trust me.
Then I was listening to a Grateful Dead show and "Stella Blue" started playing. The light bulb lit and I made that suggestion. Three out of four girls liked it (Corliss being contrary did not), and Wendy liked it. It took some sweet talking with Corliss, but we eventually got her to come around to the name, Stella Blue.
She slept in the living room with a towel from her first home and a toy that Corliss bought for her from the store. This morning, the girls were saying that Stella was jumping in and out of the box. They were carrying her around the house before school. Before leaving for a massage, I placed the cat in the box and maybe let her sleep a little.
When I got home from the massage, I could hear the cat meowing and saw her running around the living room like she owned the place. Once I walked into the room, Stella decided that she needed to be near me or on me. Currently, as I write this, she is sleeping on my foot. I'm not a huge cat fan, but this little thing is pretty darn cute. And she seems enamored with me. Since I'm the only one home during the day, I guess she's looking for comfort from me.
So, a little added chaos to the house can be intimidating. That was probably my biggest reservation to the whole endeavor. However, we've been thinking of getting another pet after our rabbit, Midnight, died earlier this spring. Having a pet seems to bring out the best in the kids. We give them jobs to do each week, and when we had the rabbit, they were pretty good at his upkeep.
With getting a cat, we were hoping that a little extra responsibility may actually help with them how much they help around the house. It may seem counterproductive, but getting a cat may help with controlling the chaos a little better. The girls can't leave their stuff laying on the floor for Stella to ruin or eat.
Now, I have to make sure she's not underfoot when I'm walking around. She's so tiny, I'd hate to hurt her. She was a little spastic this morning, running in circles and attacking a couch pillow. In the meantime, I have a purring little fur ball sitting on my foot. And that's good.
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| Stella Blue |
Then I was listening to a Grateful Dead show and "Stella Blue" started playing. The light bulb lit and I made that suggestion. Three out of four girls liked it (Corliss being contrary did not), and Wendy liked it. It took some sweet talking with Corliss, but we eventually got her to come around to the name, Stella Blue.
She slept in the living room with a towel from her first home and a toy that Corliss bought for her from the store. This morning, the girls were saying that Stella was jumping in and out of the box. They were carrying her around the house before school. Before leaving for a massage, I placed the cat in the box and maybe let her sleep a little.
When I got home from the massage, I could hear the cat meowing and saw her running around the living room like she owned the place. Once I walked into the room, Stella decided that she needed to be near me or on me. Currently, as I write this, she is sleeping on my foot. I'm not a huge cat fan, but this little thing is pretty darn cute. And she seems enamored with me. Since I'm the only one home during the day, I guess she's looking for comfort from me.
So, a little added chaos to the house can be intimidating. That was probably my biggest reservation to the whole endeavor. However, we've been thinking of getting another pet after our rabbit, Midnight, died earlier this spring. Having a pet seems to bring out the best in the kids. We give them jobs to do each week, and when we had the rabbit, they were pretty good at his upkeep.
With getting a cat, we were hoping that a little extra responsibility may actually help with them how much they help around the house. It may seem counterproductive, but getting a cat may help with controlling the chaos a little better. The girls can't leave their stuff laying on the floor for Stella to ruin or eat.
Now, I have to make sure she's not underfoot when I'm walking around. She's so tiny, I'd hate to hurt her. She was a little spastic this morning, running in circles and attacking a couch pillow. In the meantime, I have a purring little fur ball sitting on my foot. And that's good.
Book Review: The Book of Joe
Jonathan Tropper has quickly become one of my favorite authors. All his books are very funny and rooted in character development, (which is my favorite part of reading).
Occasionally, I run across an author who I just can’t stop reading. After I am introduced to one of his or her works, I must find everything else he or she has written. They are just that outstanding. That is the case and point with Jonathan Tropper. This review is not of a new release, but I sincerely felt the need to review one of his books.
A couple months ago, I was forwarded an email listing the 14 books I “had” to read before they were made into movies. On that list was "Where I Leave You" by Jonathan Tropper. A movie starring Jason Bateman and Tina Fey, based on this book, came out in September. I read the book in a single day and made a special trip to the Lockport Library to see what else Mr. Tropper had written. I quickly found five other books by the same author, and his second book, "The Book of Joe," went home with me.
The Book of Joe is a fabulous read. This is the story of a man who lived in a small town in Connecticut, much like Lockport, and left it behind when he graduated from high school. Joe Goffman, once he leaves, decides to write the next, great American novel. Like most first novelists, Goffman used many, many aspects of his personal life to write his story. His included several aspects of the lives of his fellow townsfolk, not always in a flattering light. His novel was so successful that it was made into a movie.
Unfortunately, his former neighbors did not appreciate the way Goffman had portrayed them in the book.
Goffman had never returned to his former hometown after leaving. That is, until his father had a stroke and was not expected to live. Fifteen years after leaving Bush Falls in his taillights, Joe Goffman heads back to see his father one last time. Upon arrival, he is not met with a welcome mat, no hometown hero who made it big. Instead, he is greeted with sidelong glances and outright hostility. The first stop in town results with a milkshake poured over his head. Justifiably, most of his old neighbors view him as a pariah.
Aside from dealing with his father’s crisis, Goffman also has to deal with the fact that his father and brother were local basketball heroes in their youth. They were revered while he is reviled. He has to tiptoe through the mine field laid by his own work, now showcased for all time as a blockbuster film, and confront his own anger. Most of the time, this protagonist is also the antagonist – his own worst enemy.
Will he overcome the animosity, or will he scurry back to New York City, ignoring the problems he has created?
With this book, Jonathan Tropper has written a wonderful story that resonates with all people. His characters are rich and well thought out. They are very believable and are faced with decisions we all face every day. Tropper’s novels are not a Utopian story where it all works out in the end. The characters don’t always make the right choices, and sometimes they make just plain bad ones. It’s something we all do and it helps us grow as people. Tropper does this with his characters and it makes the story that much richer.
This novel is outrageously funny. There were times when I was laying bed reading when I chuckled out loud. To me that is the sign of a really well written story. What I really liked, though, was that the ending wasn’t a picture-perfect, fairytale ending. There was still enough doubt left to make it realistic. Though Goffman resolved some of the conflicts in his life, not all were immediately settled. That’s the way it is in real life.
I thoroughly enjoyed The Book of Joe by Jonathan Tropper. I have already been back to the library to collect the next work printed after this one. I hope that Everything Changes lives up to the same expectations. So far, all indications point to yes.
This review originally appeared at East Niagara Post at:
Occasionally, I run across an author who I just can’t stop reading. After I am introduced to one of his or her works, I must find everything else he or she has written. They are just that outstanding. That is the case and point with Jonathan Tropper. This review is not of a new release, but I sincerely felt the need to review one of his books.
A couple months ago, I was forwarded an email listing the 14 books I “had” to read before they were made into movies. On that list was "Where I Leave You" by Jonathan Tropper. A movie starring Jason Bateman and Tina Fey, based on this book, came out in September. I read the book in a single day and made a special trip to the Lockport Library to see what else Mr. Tropper had written. I quickly found five other books by the same author, and his second book, "The Book of Joe," went home with me.
The Book of Joe is a fabulous read. This is the story of a man who lived in a small town in Connecticut, much like Lockport, and left it behind when he graduated from high school. Joe Goffman, once he leaves, decides to write the next, great American novel. Like most first novelists, Goffman used many, many aspects of his personal life to write his story. His included several aspects of the lives of his fellow townsfolk, not always in a flattering light. His novel was so successful that it was made into a movie.
Unfortunately, his former neighbors did not appreciate the way Goffman had portrayed them in the book.
Goffman had never returned to his former hometown after leaving. That is, until his father had a stroke and was not expected to live. Fifteen years after leaving Bush Falls in his taillights, Joe Goffman heads back to see his father one last time. Upon arrival, he is not met with a welcome mat, no hometown hero who made it big. Instead, he is greeted with sidelong glances and outright hostility. The first stop in town results with a milkshake poured over his head. Justifiably, most of his old neighbors view him as a pariah.
Aside from dealing with his father’s crisis, Goffman also has to deal with the fact that his father and brother were local basketball heroes in their youth. They were revered while he is reviled. He has to tiptoe through the mine field laid by his own work, now showcased for all time as a blockbuster film, and confront his own anger. Most of the time, this protagonist is also the antagonist – his own worst enemy.
Will he overcome the animosity, or will he scurry back to New York City, ignoring the problems he has created?
With this book, Jonathan Tropper has written a wonderful story that resonates with all people. His characters are rich and well thought out. They are very believable and are faced with decisions we all face every day. Tropper’s novels are not a Utopian story where it all works out in the end. The characters don’t always make the right choices, and sometimes they make just plain bad ones. It’s something we all do and it helps us grow as people. Tropper does this with his characters and it makes the story that much richer.
This novel is outrageously funny. There were times when I was laying bed reading when I chuckled out loud. To me that is the sign of a really well written story. What I really liked, though, was that the ending wasn’t a picture-perfect, fairytale ending. There was still enough doubt left to make it realistic. Though Goffman resolved some of the conflicts in his life, not all were immediately settled. That’s the way it is in real life.
I thoroughly enjoyed The Book of Joe by Jonathan Tropper. I have already been back to the library to collect the next work printed after this one. I hope that Everything Changes lives up to the same expectations. So far, all indications point to yes.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Book Review: I Am Abraham
This review originally appeared on East Niagara Post at:
"I Am Abraham" by Jerome Charyn is another piece of historical fiction from the Lockport Public Library that I just read. It may be the historian in me, but I really like to read books from this genre, though they need to be well done. Fortunately, this one is.
This book is the life of Abraham Lincoln as told from his point of view. Honest Abe speaks to the reader in a midwestern, folksie style that likely was his actual way of speaking. With his innate compassion, dry wit, and playful anecdotes, Lincoln describes every aspect of his life. While a piece of fiction, Charyn was constricted by the fact that so many books have been written about the life of our 16th President.
Lincoln is presented with a self-deprecating humor and delivers to the reader a unique insight to his life. Was he truly self-conscious about his height, sunken pallor, and clumsiness? The President’s interactions with his various generals, particularly General McClellan, were awkward and often bordered on outright insubordination. While today, Lincoln is nearly universally revered as one of our most popular presidents, in his day, he was as equally vilified as he was revered. It is not much different today with current leaders.
Lincoln’s often strained relationship with his wife, Mary Todd, is explored and shows a man who was devoted to his wife despite all the manners in which she grated on him. While he was an easy going country boy, Mary was a high class woman of the city. Their views of the world were often at odds. However, they both were enamoured with their children. His children were the light of his life. When son Willie died while they were living at the White House, Lincoln’s normal melancholy deepened even further. Chayrn captures the spirit with aplomb. He allows the readers to feel as if he or she actually knows the man despite 150 years separating them.
Probably the biggest negative, if not the only, is some of the word usage, particularly cuss words. At the beginning of the book, the “F-Word” is used twice. The word was certainly known during the time period of 1830-1840, however, it was very rarely used. It would have been extremely odd for Lincoln to utter such a word. Other words, such as “gol-darned” or “damned” were considered among the harshest words of the age. Likely, the author wanted to convey a sense of frustration that Lincoln was feeling while a Captain during the Black Hawk War. Most of today’s readers would not understand the impact of “gol-darned” as much as they would with the “F-Word.”
All in all, Jerome Charyn delivers a masterful novel that recreates historical moments as if he had actually observed it, while bringing a whole new perspective on one of the most written subjects in American history. I enjoyed the flow with which the narrative was written. It was written as if the reader were holding an actual conversation with Lincoln himself. That makes it all that much more fun to read.
"I Am Abraham" by Jerome Charyn is another piece of historical fiction from the Lockport Public Library that I just read. It may be the historian in me, but I really like to read books from this genre, though they need to be well done. Fortunately, this one is.
This book is the life of Abraham Lincoln as told from his point of view. Honest Abe speaks to the reader in a midwestern, folksie style that likely was his actual way of speaking. With his innate compassion, dry wit, and playful anecdotes, Lincoln describes every aspect of his life. While a piece of fiction, Charyn was constricted by the fact that so many books have been written about the life of our 16th President.
Lincoln is presented with a self-deprecating humor and delivers to the reader a unique insight to his life. Was he truly self-conscious about his height, sunken pallor, and clumsiness? The President’s interactions with his various generals, particularly General McClellan, were awkward and often bordered on outright insubordination. While today, Lincoln is nearly universally revered as one of our most popular presidents, in his day, he was as equally vilified as he was revered. It is not much different today with current leaders.
Lincoln’s often strained relationship with his wife, Mary Todd, is explored and shows a man who was devoted to his wife despite all the manners in which she grated on him. While he was an easy going country boy, Mary was a high class woman of the city. Their views of the world were often at odds. However, they both were enamoured with their children. His children were the light of his life. When son Willie died while they were living at the White House, Lincoln’s normal melancholy deepened even further. Chayrn captures the spirit with aplomb. He allows the readers to feel as if he or she actually knows the man despite 150 years separating them.
Probably the biggest negative, if not the only, is some of the word usage, particularly cuss words. At the beginning of the book, the “F-Word” is used twice. The word was certainly known during the time period of 1830-1840, however, it was very rarely used. It would have been extremely odd for Lincoln to utter such a word. Other words, such as “gol-darned” or “damned” were considered among the harshest words of the age. Likely, the author wanted to convey a sense of frustration that Lincoln was feeling while a Captain during the Black Hawk War. Most of today’s readers would not understand the impact of “gol-darned” as much as they would with the “F-Word.”
All in all, Jerome Charyn delivers a masterful novel that recreates historical moments as if he had actually observed it, while bringing a whole new perspective on one of the most written subjects in American history. I enjoyed the flow with which the narrative was written. It was written as if the reader were holding an actual conversation with Lincoln himself. That makes it all that much more fun to read.
The Guns of Lockport
This article originally appeared in the Buffalo News 2012/13 when I was writing a monthly historical column for the newspaper.
Standing guard over at least a generation of children’s
games in the City of Lockport are two artillery pieces. A large, black
sprawling gun sitting in Altro Park on Willow Street and a shorter, stubby gun in
Ida Fritz Park on West Avenue, captured the imagination of many a youngster who
dreamed of being the heroes of the movies.
To the children, the actual provenance of the guns never really
mattered, but a certain mystique surrounded the history of these silent sentinels.
Where did they come from? How long have
they been there? Have they actually been
fired in battle?
In 1920 Major General Williams, Chief of Ordinance offered
the City of Lockport, the two Tonawandas, and the City of Buffalo a 7-inch
Mortar, Model 1892 from the arsenal at Watervliet, NY; a gun, weighing 1700 pounds and used as a
coastal defense piece. Operating through
official channels, Williams contacted Congressman S. Wallace Dempsey. Dempsey, a Hartland native, sent a letter in
February of that year, to Lockport Mayor, Ernest Crosby regarding the placing
of cannon from the Excess Ordinance Department of the US Army in one of the
city parks.
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| Gun at Ida Fritz Park |
Williams stated that “this mortar was not considered safe
for firing and is loaned with the understanding that, should future service
demand, it is subject to return to the Government.” The cannon arrived in Lockport in April of
1920 and was placed in the West Avenue Park (later Ida Fritz Park) near
Transit. Alderman Paul R. Schultz
spearheaded a committee to dedicate the new memorial, on June 12, 1920.
Shortly after the acquisition of the land for Outwater Park,
city aldermen decided that it would be fitting if the community’s newest park
had an artillery piece as well. The
Parks Department had already planted 54 elm trees in the park in memory of the
“Lockport boys who made the supreme sacrifice in the world war” [World War I]. In November of 1920, Congressman Dempsey
again petitioned the Chief of Ordinance for an additional piece.
Major General C.C. Williams responded with an approval to
send a Gatling Gun, Model 1900 to Lockport.
Unfortunately, the Common Council demurred on accepting this gun,
feeling it was too small to fit in the broad expanse of Outwater Park. Perhaps in jest, Williams offered a 49,000
pound, 15-inch Rodman Gun instead. The
Rodman Gun was one of the largest siege guns ever produced. Responsible with paying freight from
Watervliet on that gun, the Common Council politely accepted a smaller, yet
still impressive 4.72 inch, 40 caliber gun and carriage from the Coast Defenses
of Southern New York.
This piece, with gun and carriage together, weighed over
19,000 pounds. The gun alone was 16 feet
long and weighed 4,650 pounds. Amid much
fanfare, the artillery piece was placed in Outwater Park.
Although the Great War was termed as the “war to end all
wars,” the United States and the world once again found itself in conflict with
World War II. As part of the effort on
the home front, great scrap drives were organized to assist the government in
building new ships, tanks and planes.
On September 3, 1942, the Superintendent of Parks was directed by the
Common Council to “dispose of the two cannons in West Avenue and Outwater
Parks” for the purpose of turning in all scrap metal for the war effort. On October 8th, City Clerk Joseph
Hillis reported that he had received $113.94 from Wm. Kugler & Bro.,
“covering scrap from the two iron cannons.”
With the end of WWII and the declaration of peace, the
country moved toward honoring another generation of soldiers, sailors and
Marines. This afforded an opportunity to
again place excess ordinance in public spaces around the U.S. Alderman Harold Altro introduced legislation
to “obtain War Equipment for the Parks” in January 1946. A month later, the Chief of Ordinance
responded with the approval of one light tank, one 155mm Howitzer, and one
155mm gun. The Council accepted all
three pieces, first receiving a 25-ton Sherman M-4-A tank on June 7, 1946. The City was responsible for the crating and
shipping costs, which amounted to $141.
This tank was planned to be installed at Outwater Park near
the World War I boulder. When it
arrived, its Curtiss-Wright airplane engine had been removed and it still bore
the variegated striping of its original camouflage. Under the supervision of the Parks
Superintendent, all loose parts and openings were welded shut to keep the
memorial safe from the curiosity of children.
Ultimately, however, the tank was never placed in the park. In September of 1948, the City Clerk had
received a check for $250 from Wm. Kugler & Bro. for scrapping the M-4
tank.
Shortly after the arrival of the tank, the city also received
the 155mm howitzer, which was originally destined for placement in Willow
Street Park. However, upon receiving it,
the Common Council decided that the larger 155mm long gun, originally slated
for West Avenue Park, would better fit in the vast space at Willow Street, and
the howitzer was settled in at West Avenue.
The
155mm howitzer is of French origin, model year 1917, produced in 1918, and sold
to the United States. Officially it is
known as “Canon de 155 C modèle 1917 Schneider.” The US purchased many of these guns, sending
along the French artillery pieces with the first US regiments in France during
World War I. US armourers eventually
produced their own version of the 155mm, although they were not introduced to
the American troops until the war was over.
The American version of the French piece had a straight shield rather
than the curved shield seen on the Lockport howitzer, and both versions of the
weapon were used as the primary American howitzer until the advent of the M1
howitzer in 1942. The wheels were removed and the base set into
concrete at the park. As with other
memorials of this type, the gun was painted black and intended to be a memorial
to those men lost during the war.
In
Willow Street’s Altro Park stands the 155mm long gun. Manufactured in 1940 at the Rock Island
arsenal, this piece was a copy of the French 155mm, carrying the designation of
M1918M1 and was manufactured in 1940. The United States-manufactured guns of
this class were used for coastal defense and were typically were mounted on a
central pillar with a rail for the trailing arms behind it, allowing the guns
to swivel across an arc. Most of these
guns were phased out by 1942 when fixed batteries came into prominent use and
were replaced by the 155mm “Long Tom.”
Again upon arrival in Lockport and placement in the park, the rubber
wheels were removed.
During
the preparation of this article, another cannon was discovered in the front
yard of the armory on Willow Street.
After visiting this piece and consulting with various artillery experts,
it has been determined that the cannon is likely a display piece only. The carriage and barrel are a mismatch and
indications are that the barrel is not of military quality. The absence of a touch-hole would indicate
that the cannon was never meant to be fired.
Additionally, the carriage, while similar to one from the Napoleonic
period, is made of cast iron rather than wood.
Very likely, the cannon was used as part of a display, possibly the
Pan-American Exposition or a similar event.
We were able to discern that it came to Lockport from the Connecticut
Street Armory in Buffalo after being displayed at the Niagara Falls Armory
until its closure.
While
these cannon and the ill-fated tank never saw combat action, they serve as
silent reminders of those men and women who have laced up the boots, strapped
on a weapon and served our country with distinction. Our Guns of Lockport have stood as mysterious
beacons from the past. Perhaps knowing
their history, we can once again honor them for what they are – memorials to
the men and women of the Armed Forces of the United States.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Book Review: The Painted Girls
Here's another throwback to some of my early reviews at East Niagara Post. I assure you, Cathy Marie Buchanan will NOT be at the library at 6:30.
At 6:30 p.m., Cathy Marie Buchanan will be speaking at the Lockport Public Library about her book, "The Painted Girls." My review this week will be this book as sort of a teaser for tonight’s presentation. I have to admit right off that this work was not the normal type of book I would read. However, as Ms. Buchanan is a local author, I always do my best to support. There is a lot of ballet in this book, and while all my daughters have been involved with ballet, I was not familiar with all moves and traditions involved.
"The Painted Girls" is a historical-fiction novel set in Paris 1878-1885. The novel centers around the van Goethem sisters and ballet at the Paris Opera House intertwined with the art of Edgar Degas as well as the criminal lives of Emile Abadie and Michel Knoblach.
The story begins in dark days for the van Goethem family. The patriarch has just passed away, and the mother is spiraling deep into an absinthe stupor while struggling as a laundress to keep her family clothed and housed. The three sisters, Antoinette, Marie and Charlotte are forced to mostly fend for themselves. Antoinette, the oldest, brings in a little more money as an extra at the opera house. Her younger sisters are accepted into the same prestigious school where the hopes are they will earn parts on stage to supplement the household income.
When Antoinette’s outspoken manner starts to alienate her from some of the very people who are able to help her, she falls under the spell of the mysterious Emile Abadie. Marie, initially reluctant to join the dance, finds herself becoming one of the better dancers at the school. She also comes under the eye of Edgar Degas who feels she is his muse for several of his works, including the sculpture, Little Dancer Aged 14. Meanwhile the youngest, Charlotte, disappears into the background of the story to make only sporadic appearances throughout the narrative.
Behind the glamour of the Paris Opera House and our romantic vision of Paris, is the dark reality of that city in the late 19th-century. While people were enamoured with the sparkle and glitter the ballet had to offer, behind the shine was the grime of everyday life. Families struggled to make a living. Some of their options were legitimate enterprises. Too often, the easier path was burglary and prostitution. This extended even to the ballet. For a girl to ascend to the pinnacle of the dance, it took more than sheer talent. Sometimes it took the abonnes, the wealthy male subscribers to the ballet, with their money and favors to push along their favorite girls.
Marie models for Degas to earn some extra money. At the same time, she finds an abonne of her own, in Monsieur Lefebvre. What costs come with this sponsorship and will she be able to fulfill those committments? At the same time, what will Antoinette do for what she thinks is love? Despite the fact that each of the sisters feels they can do it on their own, they slowly come to realize that they, in fact, do need each other.
As I stated at the beginning, this was a challenging book for me. While all four of my children have taken ballet, I did not know most of the ballet terms from the book and spent some time looking up their meanings. That aside, I thought this book was fantastically written. I liked Buchanan’s previous book (The Day the Falls Stood Still) and I liked this one just as much.
Buchanan not only sets the scene of late 19th-century Paris with great aplomb, she builds characters that are deep, believeable and evocative. She takes on the lives of real people and brings them back to life for her readers. Her rich prose gives the reader a 400-page glimpse into the lives of the van Goethem sisters and Edgar Degas to a lesser extent.
Sometimes with writing historical fiction, authors do a disservice to the real people they are reliving. Cathy Marie Buchanan takes the real lives of several people and builds a world around them steeped in history and just enough imagination to keep the reader involved. She makes you wonder what decision each of the girls is going to make and where each will wind up.
This book was well worth the time. I enjoyed the story that was told, and cannot wait to hear Ms. Buchanan speak about her work on Tuesday night. It is always interesting to hear the process an author goes through to bring their ideas to life. I know I will be at the Lockport Library at 6:30. I hope to see some of you there, too.
This post originally appeared at:
At 6:30 p.m., Cathy Marie Buchanan will be speaking at the Lockport Public Library about her book, "The Painted Girls." My review this week will be this book as sort of a teaser for tonight’s presentation. I have to admit right off that this work was not the normal type of book I would read. However, as Ms. Buchanan is a local author, I always do my best to support. There is a lot of ballet in this book, and while all my daughters have been involved with ballet, I was not familiar with all moves and traditions involved.
"The Painted Girls" is a historical-fiction novel set in Paris 1878-1885. The novel centers around the van Goethem sisters and ballet at the Paris Opera House intertwined with the art of Edgar Degas as well as the criminal lives of Emile Abadie and Michel Knoblach.
The story begins in dark days for the van Goethem family. The patriarch has just passed away, and the mother is spiraling deep into an absinthe stupor while struggling as a laundress to keep her family clothed and housed. The three sisters, Antoinette, Marie and Charlotte are forced to mostly fend for themselves. Antoinette, the oldest, brings in a little more money as an extra at the opera house. Her younger sisters are accepted into the same prestigious school where the hopes are they will earn parts on stage to supplement the household income.
When Antoinette’s outspoken manner starts to alienate her from some of the very people who are able to help her, she falls under the spell of the mysterious Emile Abadie. Marie, initially reluctant to join the dance, finds herself becoming one of the better dancers at the school. She also comes under the eye of Edgar Degas who feels she is his muse for several of his works, including the sculpture, Little Dancer Aged 14. Meanwhile the youngest, Charlotte, disappears into the background of the story to make only sporadic appearances throughout the narrative.
Behind the glamour of the Paris Opera House and our romantic vision of Paris, is the dark reality of that city in the late 19th-century. While people were enamoured with the sparkle and glitter the ballet had to offer, behind the shine was the grime of everyday life. Families struggled to make a living. Some of their options were legitimate enterprises. Too often, the easier path was burglary and prostitution. This extended even to the ballet. For a girl to ascend to the pinnacle of the dance, it took more than sheer talent. Sometimes it took the abonnes, the wealthy male subscribers to the ballet, with their money and favors to push along their favorite girls.
Marie models for Degas to earn some extra money. At the same time, she finds an abonne of her own, in Monsieur Lefebvre. What costs come with this sponsorship and will she be able to fulfill those committments? At the same time, what will Antoinette do for what she thinks is love? Despite the fact that each of the sisters feels they can do it on their own, they slowly come to realize that they, in fact, do need each other.
As I stated at the beginning, this was a challenging book for me. While all four of my children have taken ballet, I did not know most of the ballet terms from the book and spent some time looking up their meanings. That aside, I thought this book was fantastically written. I liked Buchanan’s previous book (The Day the Falls Stood Still) and I liked this one just as much.
Buchanan not only sets the scene of late 19th-century Paris with great aplomb, she builds characters that are deep, believeable and evocative. She takes on the lives of real people and brings them back to life for her readers. Her rich prose gives the reader a 400-page glimpse into the lives of the van Goethem sisters and Edgar Degas to a lesser extent.
Sometimes with writing historical fiction, authors do a disservice to the real people they are reliving. Cathy Marie Buchanan takes the real lives of several people and builds a world around them steeped in history and just enough imagination to keep the reader involved. She makes you wonder what decision each of the girls is going to make and where each will wind up.
This book was well worth the time. I enjoyed the story that was told, and cannot wait to hear Ms. Buchanan speak about her work on Tuesday night. It is always interesting to hear the process an author goes through to bring their ideas to life. I know I will be at the Lockport Library at 6:30. I hope to see some of you there, too.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Book Review: The Wind Is Not a River
This review originally appeared on East Niagara Post at:
http://www.eastniagarapost.com/2014/10/its-novel-idea-wind-is-not-river.html
I would like to start off by saying that I like to read — a lot. I generally read two or three books a week, and it seems like all the librarians at the Lockport Public Library know me on sight. I always head directly to the “New Releases” by the circulation desk to catch the latest and greatest by authors both established and new. I hope to be able to bring a few reviews to you each month on some of these new releases.
I just finished "The Wind is Not a River" by Brian Payton. While this one came out back in January, it took quite awhile for it to become available at the library. Apparently, several other readers also felt it quite worthy to read. I can assure you that it was worth the wait.
This historical-fiction novel is set during World War II in Seattle and Attu Island in the Aleutian chain of Alaska. In a largely forgotten aspect of the war, the Japanese had invaded Attu, making it the only incursion of enemy forces on American soil. At the time, the US Government sheltered the news of this invasion from the general public, instead choosing to focus on the mounting victories in North Africa and Italy. With this obscurity, Payton was given the freedom to weave a tale that, while fiction, also captured the spirit of this turbulent time in our history.
The story centers around dual main characters. John and Helen are a husband and wife who are torn apart by the war waging so close to home. John, a journalist by trade, feels it is his duty to report on the war after his younger brother, Warren is killed in Europe. He volunteers to jump into the front lines of a Japanese invasion of Alaska, although US leaders have forbidden the media to enter or report from the Aleutians. Unfortunately, John’s plane is shot down and only he and one other man survive the crash, stuck behind enemy lines.
Meanwhile, back at home in Seattle, Helen realizes that she and John did not part on the greatest of terms. When she learns that her husband is missing, she leaves behind the comfort of home to join a USO tour, hoping to inch closer to John as well as maybe learn more information about the downed plane. Although she has had no training in song and dance, she finds herself assigned to a troupe heading to Juneau. She discovers very quickly that people are not as genuine as they appear. Her sheltered life has not prepared her for the rest of the world, especially the ways of soldiers away from home and loved ones for so very long.
The story is told through a series of snapshots, rather than a long narrative. Each chapter separates the narratives of John and Helen. As John’s time behind enemy lines hiding from the Japanese grows, his narratives become shorter and more hurried. His story becomes more frantic as the likelihood of discovery grows and the chance of rescue lessens. Meanwhile, Helen’s character grows with her story as she leaves behind all she has ever known and discovers more of the ways of the world.
"The Wind is Not a River" is a fantastic book, well worth the 300 pages. I read it in a single day, eager to find out whether John and Helen ever find each other again (I’m not telling. You’re going to have to read it yourself.) It combines history in a very realistic way with the fictional narrative of two people who represent the struggles felt by every couple in every war. Brian Payton engages the reader with sympathetic characters. These characters make you want to rush to the end to make sure everything turns out okay. Of course, like real life, there are many bumps along the way.
Here’s hoping you enjoy the next book you read!
http://www.eastniagarapost.com/2014/10/its-novel-idea-wind-is-not-river.html
Here's a throwback to my first book review on Eastniagarapost.com. I can't believe I've been doing this for over a year. My first review was posted on ENP October 14, 2014.
I would like to start off by saying that I like to read — a lot. I generally read two or three books a week, and it seems like all the librarians at the Lockport Public Library know me on sight. I always head directly to the “New Releases” by the circulation desk to catch the latest and greatest by authors both established and new. I hope to be able to bring a few reviews to you each month on some of these new releases.
I just finished "The Wind is Not a River" by Brian Payton. While this one came out back in January, it took quite awhile for it to become available at the library. Apparently, several other readers also felt it quite worthy to read. I can assure you that it was worth the wait.
This historical-fiction novel is set during World War II in Seattle and Attu Island in the Aleutian chain of Alaska. In a largely forgotten aspect of the war, the Japanese had invaded Attu, making it the only incursion of enemy forces on American soil. At the time, the US Government sheltered the news of this invasion from the general public, instead choosing to focus on the mounting victories in North Africa and Italy. With this obscurity, Payton was given the freedom to weave a tale that, while fiction, also captured the spirit of this turbulent time in our history.
The story centers around dual main characters. John and Helen are a husband and wife who are torn apart by the war waging so close to home. John, a journalist by trade, feels it is his duty to report on the war after his younger brother, Warren is killed in Europe. He volunteers to jump into the front lines of a Japanese invasion of Alaska, although US leaders have forbidden the media to enter or report from the Aleutians. Unfortunately, John’s plane is shot down and only he and one other man survive the crash, stuck behind enemy lines.
Meanwhile, back at home in Seattle, Helen realizes that she and John did not part on the greatest of terms. When she learns that her husband is missing, she leaves behind the comfort of home to join a USO tour, hoping to inch closer to John as well as maybe learn more information about the downed plane. Although she has had no training in song and dance, she finds herself assigned to a troupe heading to Juneau. She discovers very quickly that people are not as genuine as they appear. Her sheltered life has not prepared her for the rest of the world, especially the ways of soldiers away from home and loved ones for so very long.
The story is told through a series of snapshots, rather than a long narrative. Each chapter separates the narratives of John and Helen. As John’s time behind enemy lines hiding from the Japanese grows, his narratives become shorter and more hurried. His story becomes more frantic as the likelihood of discovery grows and the chance of rescue lessens. Meanwhile, Helen’s character grows with her story as she leaves behind all she has ever known and discovers more of the ways of the world.
"The Wind is Not a River" is a fantastic book, well worth the 300 pages. I read it in a single day, eager to find out whether John and Helen ever find each other again (I’m not telling. You’re going to have to read it yourself.) It combines history in a very realistic way with the fictional narrative of two people who represent the struggles felt by every couple in every war. Brian Payton engages the reader with sympathetic characters. These characters make you want to rush to the end to make sure everything turns out okay. Of course, like real life, there are many bumps along the way.
Here’s hoping you enjoy the next book you read!
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