April Was a Long Month

I'm still not accustomed to listing my "Books Read" monthly, so April is a little late, but here are 2024 "Books Read" #63-78, interspersed with some scenes from spring Up North for your viewing pleasure. (I removed the numbers from the list to avoid formatting problems.) We have truly been having some perfect days. No offense, Shakespeare, but May in Leelanau gives June a run for its money, in my opinion.

Sedaris, David. When You Are Engulfed in Flames (nonfiction). In parts hilarious and then terrifying, typical Sedaris. A book for those the world counts as adults, it seemed the perfect choice to begin my second quarter’s reading on April Fools’ Day.

Rich, Simon. Ant Farm: And Other Desperate Situations (nonfiction). Very short pieces, very small books, lots of laughs and shocks of recognition. This would have been an equally good choice to finish on April 1, but I’d left it at the bookstore.

Parkman, Francis. The Oregon Trail (nonfiction). Vividly written and an important title in Americana, this is a book every American should read -- but not one I will keep on my shelf to re-read. The Indians (many tribes encountered) were on the frontier because it was their home (some pushed west from prior homes); trappers and traders were there to make their livings; “emigrants” (pioneers, we call them now) were traveling west to make new homes for themselves, for a variety of reasons; and soldiers – rag-tag and undisciplined as they often were – had been sent by the government. Parkman and Shaw went as tourists, for sports and spectacle. Parkman in particular (he is the one who writes the account, at least) wants to see tribal preparations for war and then warfare itself. He is disappointed when peace is made, saving lives. His passion for killing buffalo becomes mind-numbing the longer it continues, because most of the time he isn’t killing for food but only, it seems, for something to do, because he doesn’t pretend it was a real challenge, describing the animals as “stupid” and emphasizing that there is very little danger involved for the hunter. One doesn’t think of a young man taking on arduous frontier travel in the years before the Civil War as a “tourist,” but that was the impression I came away with in the end, glad to reach the last page.

Lesley, Craig. River Song (fiction). This is a sequel to Lesley’s Winterkill, which I haven’t read. (I start an author’s work with whatever title first comes to hand.) River Song moves along at its own pace, most of the time without the bloody conflicts that seem always below the surface, but violent acts of the past surface in the visions of Nez Perce protagonist Danny Kachiah and must be laid to rest if he is to find peace, and there are threats to the Native people’s way of life in the present, as well.

Hillerman, Tony. Talking God (fiction). The Navajo culture is fascinating, glimpses into museum culture eye-opening, and the interweaving of apparently unconnected plots was beautifully done, but what I cared about most was detective Joe Leaphorn and the way he goes about his life in the face of terrible loss.

McGuane, Thomas. Keep the Change (fiction). The novel really got underway for me when Joe Starling stole his girlfriend’s car to drive cross-country to his home state of Montana. All the Montana landscapes and ranching details put me right in the scene. I couldn’t help wondering, though – did no one give him grief over driving a pink convertible? There were no remarks made at all? Hard to believe. Also, this novel deserved a better title, in my opinion. (And I still prefer his nonfiction book, Some Horses.)

Lin, Amy. Here After (nonfiction). For me, memoirs come in subgenres. One such that I enjoy is the travel memoir; another that I have been reading compulsively for the last two years is the grief memoir. Amy Lin’s is the second kind. It is very raw, very true. “We shared a language that was all our own. I am now the last speaker of it.” There is a puppy. “I thought Kurtis and I would love the puppy together. Without him, I feel entirely unable. I do not say a word out loud, but I do not feel anything for the puppy at all.” There is more, much more. She keeps going, and eventually she realizes she loves the puppy, and then at last she writes a book. Her husband always told her she was a writer.

Raban, Jonathan. Bad Land: An American Romance (nonfiction). The 20^th century was underway when a wave of would-be homesteaders from Minnesota and as far east as Europe were persuaded by Milwaukee Road brochures that Eden was theirs for the taking, if only they would claim free land in eastern Montana. Raban begins his explorations with a grandson of one homesteading couple, and from there he explores shells of ghostly former towns and follows the fortunes of those who stayed and those who left. His descriptions of the bleak, spare landscape are as haunting as the stories he finds.

Pferdehirt, Julia. More Than Petticoats: Remarkable Michigan Women (nonfiction). Brief biographies of truly remarkable women, many but not all of whom were familiar names to me. Though I had no idea of all the Michigan connections before reading this book, I found all the stories fascinating and would even without the Michigan roots and branches. A book for women, men, and young people, as well.

Krueger, William Kent. Windigo Island (fiction). Set in northern Minnesota and northern Wisconsin, the landscapes of this novel are familiar, and there is a lot in the way of indigenous culture, along with the challenges indigenous peoples still face today. Not really escape reading. I will be interested to meet the author when he comes to Northport in May with his new book, The River We Remember.

Krueger, William Kent. The River We Remember (fiction). As was true of Windigo Island, there is a mystery element to The River We Remember, also, but there is more to it than who-done-it. A major theme of the book seems to be how the past – and especially its violent chapters, such as wars – continues to haunt the present. Land and the love of it also play strong roles. Of course, with a dead body right at the start, not everything is what it seems.

Leelanau Township Library will hold a discussion this evening, Wednesday, May 8, 7 p.m., on William Kent Krueger’s The River We Remember. The author will give a county-wide Leelanau Reads presentation at the auditorium in Northport and sign books afterward for purchasers on Saturday evening, May 18. Both events are free, but if you want to attend the May 18 event, please have your name added to the list at your respective county library. 

Varawa, Joana McIntyre. Changes in Latitude: An Uncommon Anthropology (nonfiction). Is this book travel? Memoir? Anthropology? Often the “uncategorizable” book is the most interesting kind. In this one, the founding president of Project Jonah, a save-the-whales organization, decides at the age of 54 to travel to Figi and eventually marries a much younger Fijian fisherman, becoming part of his family in a small native island community. The author lived to age 84, but what happened to her and her husband between the end of this book and the end of her life, I have no idea. 

Penny, Louise. Still Life (fiction). This is the third mystery I’ve read of the Three Pines books, but it is the first in the series and takes place before Inspector Gamache and his wife move to the rural village. I know many people have to read a series in order, but I have always begun with whatever came to hand. It was interesting, as I read this first book, to see how the author introduced her characters (already familiar to me) the first time around.

Yamazaki, Paul. Reading the Room: A Bookseller’s Tale* (nonfiction). Yamazaki’s tale takes the form of an interview in which he answers questions before, during, and following an event at City Lights in San Francisco, a store for which he has been the principal book buyer for half a century. City Lights does not carry most bestsellers (“not consistent with our values”) but encourages browsing, discovery, and – above all – joy. Says Yamazaki, “I think that’s the point of being a bookseller and the point of reading –and, really, the point of life.” Though unknown to this legendary bookseller, I am proud to be among his colleagues in the hinterlands.

Theroux, Paul. The Happy Isles of Oceania (nonfiction). I thought I had read this book before, but now I don’t think so. In this book, he is grieving the breakup of his marriage but otherwise has a pretty decent time in the South Pacific. I think he went back later, with a cell phone and all that paraphernalia, and did not enjoy himself much at all, but that’s a different book. Read this one instead. Time travel in your armchair!

Golden, Renata. Mountain Time: A Field Guide to Astonishment (nonfiction). I was expecting a completely Chiricahua-focused book, and this collection of essays ranged more widely than that, but anyone who loves history and nature and mountains and dogs and life will appreciate Golden’s thoughts and the way she expresses them. Her Chiricahua Glossary is priceless! Highly recommended.

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When City Lights bookseller Paul Yamazaki was asked, “What to you constitutes a meaningful life?” here is how he answered the question: 

“The point of justice, to me, is that everyone has an equal shot at joy, but joy is much more than just being so-called ‘happy.’ Joy is the enhancement of happiness through knowledge. We as booksellers have more of an opportunity to spread that joy through the books we present and those we find meaningful. Books are still, in my mind, one of the great technologies. For the transference of imagination, there is nothing better, to my mind. For the broad expanse of sharing and the interplay of imagination, it’s hard to think what could be better.” 

Yamazaki sees dialogue with books as increasing the possibility of joy and says, “I think that’s the point of being a bookseller and the point of reading — and, really, the point of life.”

Yamazaki and the fictional Roger Mifflin, different as they were as individuals and as booksellers, would have been entertained by each other, I’m thinking. There would also have been deep mutual respect.