Thursday, December 28, 2006
My Year of Meats (Ruth Ozeki)
I just hate it when you've got a good book in your bag that you want to read, but then the holidays creep up and all the fun of being with friends and family soak up free reading, alone-time like a Bounty towel on a wet counter. But that's not really the part I hate--it's when the library send the notice that your book is due in two days, and you know, you just know that this is one of those books that has a line of people out the door waiting to take from your unwilling hands. Plus, Ozeki is speaking next quarter at Cascadia Community College. Such was my hurry to get My Year of Meats read before the library started charging me for my time. I set a quota of a 100 pages a day. But yesterday I blew that quota out of the water and just stayed up until I was finished--there wasn't much sense in putting it down--I was completely hooked until the last line of the last page; it was that good. First of all, the narrator--Jane Takagi--is both vulnerable and do-or-die. And she's got this reality-tv-like assignment--to find interesting characters (who is an "American wife) whose lives will appeal to a Japanese audience on a TV series sponsored by an American meat company: BEEFEX. Her icky big-boss wants to stick to the script--generic, stereotypical white women with well-washed, teethy grin kids and a working husband--but add in beef-cooking recipes that would be unusual. Only Takagi can't seem to memorize the same script. Instead, she finds documentary-type stuff: a family who adopts kids from various countries around the world, the lesbian couple with two kids, the ex-stripper Bunny married wheelchair bound John, had a now 5-year old daughter who's already "developing," and the parents just think she's taking after the buxom mother. Only, that's when everything begins to unravel for both that small community and for Takagi's personal and professional life and the beef about beef starts to resemble a not-so-pleasant truth. My only advice: don't wait for the library's return notice to start the read. You'll want to savor every last bite.
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Mountains Beyond Mountains (Tracy Kidder)
Julie recommended this book a while back when we were all still together gabbing about books. Then I went and read Among Schoolchildren, fell in love with Kidder's writing. When I saw this book on sale and heard Paul Farmer was coming to town, I bought not one, but TWO books, and sent one to my brother for his birthday. If anyone inspires one to make a difference, then it's this guy Farmer. His logic makes sense. Drugs alone can't cure a nation besieged by poverty and inequities unfathomed here in the U.S. 'Course it must be mentioned that I'm assuming here that these people can even get the drugs or the right drugs. Lack of transportation, lack of money, lack of time make them largely inaccessible to most people. And even if this person did have a few coins, then what do they choose? A roof over their heads? A meal for the day? Farmer says it's a no-brainer. You heal the sick by making sure they have the basic necessities along with the proper treatment. Yet, the treatment, too, might be part of the problem. . . as often our regimented policies (with the World Health Organization's mandate) make the sick more sick as is the case with drug-resistant tuberculosis. And no one was listening. No one was making it easier for patients . . . they just waited for these patients to die. Poor patients with no political clout. In Peru. In Haiti. In the prisons in Russia. Only, the problem was that these patients were highly infectious, and even if the leaders of these countries didn't give a rat's bahooey about these patients, then they were blind to the reality that TB doesn't operate on a cash-only system; it infects rich and poor alike. But of course, that's the big story. The story that launches the book. But what hooks you is Kidder's beautiful portrayal of the man--Paul Farmer. His idiosyncrasies are as endearing as they are admirable, like a favorite uncle who's always interested in what you've been up to, the guy who's always got a smart comment to say under his breath to make everyone laugh, and the amazing idiot who stands up and shows no fear in telling the truth, even if it offends the President. That's what kept me reading. To see who this guy is, the guy who pulled this system apart and pieced it back together his way. 'Course it wasn't easy to start with, nor is it an easy simple fix, as the fix never seems to be fixed. Perhaps that's why it's called Mountains Beyond Mountains.
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