Thanks for reading

Well, it’s a grey day and I have no hockey news,

you all try not to be too disappointed.

This post is my 100 th.

A major milestone in my blogging life,

Does this mean syndication and a life of reruns will now be mine?

OK, forget the weird television humour.

First off,

 thank yous are in order.

My friend Mikey, who encouraged me to start this blog,

by saying he knew that some people would definitely be interested,

in my views and opinions.

He helped me set up,

 and with the logistics,

 as well as moral support.

Mikey, is one of the good guys. 

The biggest thank you,

 goes to,

 all of you who read this blog.

Some comment,

 some don’t.

Some of you have been with me,

 practically from the beginning,

some recently.

Some are good friends,

 who comment in person or via email,

some are total strangers at the other end of the world,

some are somewhere in between.

It’s all good.

I hope that in some odd way or other,

this blog makes you smile or makes you think,

 or in some small way informs you.

I know that there is much debate out there,

 as to what a book blog should be.

Many readers,

 bloggers,

 think a book blog should be about books,

and only books.

My favourites,

 are the ones,

 where I get a feeling for the person behind the keyboard.

If I want to read a “stranger’s” view,

 I’ll read The New York Times book review,

and I do.

I find the reading of book blogs more intimate,

 and I trust some bloggers much more than traditional reviews.

I would imagine that over the past few months,

you have gotten an idea of what I am like.

As a bookseller,

 I get to recommend based on a person’s tastes and interests,

I love that.

When someone comes back,

 and tells me how much they enjoyed a book I recommended,

it always brings a smile to my face.

I say to myself,

 job well done.

With the blog,

 it’s more personal,

 because these are the books I choose,

that I care about.

Oddly, the posts I feel most passion about,

 are rarely the ones I get feedback on.

I get feedback on the funny ones,

 Elements Of Butch Style etc,

or book reviews.

I wonder if that means,

 that readers would prefer I stick to those,

 and not talk about,

 feelings and family and nostalgia and book love?

I don’t know,

What do you girls think?

I have enjoyed this journey so far and intend to keep going.

Hopefully you will stay with me and tell me if I slip.

Thank You.

Later girls

BB

Post 100 looming

Wow it’s 11 degrees and raining.

In November,

 in Montreal.

Obviously those Tea Party types are correct,

 global warming is a liberal pinko invention,

and conspiracy.

You have to wonder,

 who is voting for these people.

Probably the same people,

 who think Stephen Harper is a strong Prime Minister.

As the kids say,

whatever!

I am afraid I don’t have much to say,

which is weird usually you can’t shut me up.

My next post will be number 100,

a milestone of sorts.

I will have to chew on that,

 and come up with something special.

’til then.

Later girls

BB

Linda Fairstein and Book Club reminder.

Good morning, all.

Today is my day off,

 and as usual I have a million things to do.

After completing 900,000 of them,

 I will be starting Linda Fairstein’s Hell Gate.

As I mentioned in an earlier post,

Linda Fairstein has been a favourite for years.

I don’t remember how or when I discovered her.

 Her main character is Alex Cooper,

Alex is an assistant DA,

for the New York district attorney’s office.

One of the largest if not the largest in the U.S.

She prosecutes sex crimes and murder with a sexual element.

Alex is a fabulous character,

she comes from a rich family, has a first class education,

loves Ballet and the law.

Given her education , experience and money,

she could practice with any firm,

but, chooses to prosecute bad people and help victims.

You gotta love that.

My favourite secondary character is Mike Chapman,

 homicide detective extraordinaire.

Mike is a history freak and a complex, caring man.

Both characters share some of my interests,

 and  both are Jeopardy freaks .

The reason I like the Alex Cooper books so much,

 is that Fairstein herself,

 was a sex crimes prosecutor for over two decades.

So, her credentials are top notch.

Also, she has a light touch with very difficult material.

Her books are always realistic without being macabre.

I especially like learning about New York history.

In one of the novels,

 I learned about the islands around Manhattan,

 and their colourful and sometimes tragic past.

In another, I learned all about the miles of underground vaults in between

the Metropolitan Museum and the Natural History Museum.

Really interesting stuff.

I love history but,

only like contemporary mysteries,

 this series is the best of both worlds.

I will review later this week.

Btw, don’t forget The Mere Future by Sarah Schulman,

 is the November book for Book Club.

Hopefully some of you will read it and participate.

Later girls

BB

A good, dark mystery by a terrific writer

The weather has been surprising, warm.

The Habs are on a winning streak.

What more could a girl want!

I have been reading the Bartholomew Gill,

Death of An Irish Tinker.

It’s really quite good,

top notch mystery.

It’s also kind of scary,

to think that there are so many evil people preying,

on the young and innocent and helpless.

Mysteries are fascinating,

 because when they are good,

 they show the ugly underbelly of society.

A snapshot of society at it’s worst.

but, also at it’s best.

Evil and good squaring off.

Perhaps,

not the best reading to restore your faith in humanity,

or for the approaching winter.

Still, I enjoyed it.

I learned about the tinkers or travellers,

the Irish equivalent of the gypsies.

I love Gill’s work it takes me to Ireland,

not the Ireland of leprechauns,

the Ireland of grit and also of noble, smart, hard working people,

who try to make things right or at least punish evils.

If you are interested in a mature well written mystery a la Ian Rankin,

or even Henning Mankell give Gill a try.

Gill, was in reality Mark McGarrity,

an American from New Jersey.

He decided at one point to write about Ireland,

 the land of his ancestors.

He died a relatively young man,

 late fifties,

 in a freak accident.

He had forgotten his keys,

 and tried to get into his home via a window,

slipped,

 hit his head on the pavement,

 and died.

Knowing this,

somehow adds to the melancoly mood of his writting.

His work deserves to be read,

his Peter MGarr is a strong character.

Perhaps his work is his portion of immortality.

I don’t mean to be dark.

Probably fatigue,

 and a slight case of November blues.

Next post,

 more upbeat,

 promise.

Later girls

BB

Understanding, a never ending Quest?

The weather is fantastic.

Blue sky and just a little bit nippy.

The weather people,

 are saying twelve degrees on the weekend.

Amazing.

I have a lot of stuff on my mind, lately.

Today is Remembrance Day.

I am always saddened,

when I think of all the young lives snuffed out so early.

I am not a militaristic type but,

I respect the sacrifice and the courage.

Speaking of courage,

I have been reading a lot of stuff on transitioning.

It takes guts in this world to be yourself.

Really being yourself,

 standing up for what you believe in,

not being a sheep.

If being yourself means,

 something as potentially misunderstood,

 as physically changing genders,

it takes real guts.

Note I said physically changing,

 because it seems to me,

 that transgendered people become the gender they have always been,

inside, deep inside,

whether or not they have surgery.

I realise I may be stating the obvious, but,

the obvious,

 is sometimes,

 not so obvious,

 even,

 elusive.

Sort of like,

 common sense.

I also think,

 it can’t be easy,

 to take the steps necessary,

 to become what you are,

in a way that works for you.

I don’t know if I am being clear,

 and the last thing I want is to offend anybody.

This is a touchy subject for many people,

 and creates polarisation and even name calling on both sides.

I don’t have a side.

I have never seen being a lesbian as a choice,

 anymore than being a woman.

I can’t stand being reduced to one part of myself,

 and I try not to do it to others.

I also think it’s important not to take everything so seriously.

That’s why I blog about The Elements of Butch Style for instance,

a little bit of levity goes a long way,

 in understanding ourselves and each other.

I like the line from La Cage Aux Folles, the musical,

        I am what I am,  and what I am needs no excuses.

Thanks for listening and helping in my quest for understanding.

Later girls

BB

Let’s talk in a few days

Well, it’s still grey.

November.

The Canadiens won,

good,

 I was worried they would get the November blues:-)

I’m reading quite a bit but,

 haven’t finished anything in a few days.

I took out a few mysteries from the library,

sure fire pick me upers for me.

Bartholomew Gill,  Death Of An Irish Tinker,

which I am shocked to say I haven’t read.

I thought I had read all of Gill’s Peter McGarr series.

It is fabulous and set in Dublin.

Also, I took out the latest Linda Fairstein, Hell Gate.

With Fairstein,

 you get truly likeable characters and credibility,

bonus,

 you learn tons about New York City.

For an armchair traveller such as myself,

 they are precious.

 I have loved both Gill and Fairstein for years.

In a few days I’ll tell you why.

Later girls

BB

A rant, on how the Canadiens are not just a hockey team

The weather?

Not so great.

The Habs won one and then lost one.

On Thursday night I had dinner with a friend.

The plasma screen,

 above the bar,

 was showing hockey highlights and scores.

My friend saw me watching and said

 “don’t you think it’s silly that they named a street after the Canadiens,

 I mean they are only a hockey team”

My reaction?

Outrage.

Only a hockey team!

I calmed down after a deep breath and said,

 “not only a hockey team, a Mythical hockey team”

The Habs are not just a hockey team,

 they are the greatest hockey team of all time.

They have won 24 Stanley Cups.

The second winningest team?

The Toronto Maple Leafs with 13.

The New York Yankees have won 27 world championships.

The Boston Celtics have 17 World championships.

These my friends,

 are Mythical Teams.

Both New York and Boston,

 are sports towns.

New York has The Yankees and The Mets in baseball,

 the Knicks in basketball,

the Rangers in hockey, the Giants and Jets in football.

Boston has The Celtics, The Red Sox in baseball,

the Bruins in hockey, the Patriots in football.

In Montreal we have hockey.

We had a baseball team, the Expos.

We have a very good CFL (Canadian Football League) team, the Alouettes.

But, we care pretty much only about hockey.

The Habs are every one’s team.

English, French and everyone in between.

If you want to understand Montreal,

 you’ve got to understand hockey.

Canada is a great country in many ways.

Canada has done more than it’s part in the World Wars,

something that bears mentioning at this time of year.

We brought the world, peacekeepers and Celine Dion.

Neil Young and Alanis Morisette.

Joni Mitchell and Micheal J Fox.

Insulin and the mapping of the human brain.

John Candy and Mike Myers.

But, the greatest thing we ever did was invent hockey,

and the greatest team that ever played it are,

 The Montreal Canadiens.

The Habs, The Flying Frenchmen, The Sainte-Flanelle, the Bleue, Blanc, Rouge, The Tricolore.

They are our team.

They transcend political, linguistic division.

They are the mortar in our brick mosaic.

My discourse on the mythical team is now over.

Just wanted to clear up for my friend,

 that they are not just a hockey team.

Anymore than, Marilyn was just a blond,

 or that k.d lang is just a singer.

Again, tongue firmly planted in cheek.

Later girls, and Dan.

BB

Biting The Apple

It’s a cloudy day,

 looks like snow is a real possibility.

I don’t know why,

 but I’m feeling strangely optimistic.

Maybe I should buy lottery tickets?

Maybe a voluptuous woman is about to drop into my life?

Oh well…

I am officially out of my book slump.

This week I read two books that I liked very much.

I have already discussed My Year Of Meats,

the other is Biting The Apple by Lucy Jane Bledsoe.

I loved this book.

It left me feeling buoyant.

The last book I read that I enjoyed this much was,

 Aquamarine by Carol Anshaw.

Oddly enough,

both of these novels,

 have former Olympic athletes,

 as protagonists.

Eve Glass, is a former track and field star.

She competed in the 1500 metre in the 1976 Montreal Olympics.

Eve had shown great promise and star power in Montreal,

 and was considered a real medal contender for Moscow in 1980.

But, 1980’s games were boycotted by the west,

 and she never got her chance.

Now in her forties,

 Eve is a successful writer,

 she wrote a book about going the distance,

 to attain success,

 and has recently penned one about Grace.

Like everyone,

Eve has a past,

and like everyone sooner or later,

 she must deal with it.

Joan is a freelance journalist,

 she knew Eve when they were sixteen.

Eve and her coach Nick,

 changed Joan’s life.

 After twenty five years,

 they are back on each other’s paths.

This novel is short and  dense.

So many ideas, so many themes and yet,

it is a flowing and thoroughly enjoyable read.

There are no heroes and no villains just people,

who live their lives.

With the past casting shadows, light shadows but,

 shadows

Your forties are a time,

 when you wonder about your life path,

are you really living your life,

 or going through the motions set up

by the the road you took in your youth.

This book made me think.

Not a splitting headache kind of think,

more like a smooth reflective think.

The kind you have,

 after a really good philosophical talk,

 with your smartest friend.

Beautifully paced, beautifully written.

An enlightening quiet book.

No telegraphing, no cheap plot devices.

Real, organic.

Worth your time.

Track it down.

Later girls

BB

Library visit

It’s going to be a cold one.

The sky is blue but, only five degrees.

The Canadiens lost again last night.

Last night, I went to the Library.

I’m doing some background reading for an idea I have for an article.

One of the books I picked up is, Gender queer: voices from beyond the sexual binary.

I have recently become interested in the transitioning phenomenon,

 and I need more info.

Also I have been reading a blog, the dirt by dirt.

Man , some very angry stuff being said on both sides.

I don’t really like this sides attitude.

The, if you’re not with us you’re against us, school of confrontation.

My position has always been,

 can’t we talk with respect and try to get along.

Really issues, require real thought.

The blog is interesting and makes valid points but,

there is much acidity.

I’m also reading a fabulous book which I should finish, today.

Biting The Apple by Lucy Jane Bledsoe.

My friend, a Toronto writer,

recommended it, she has recommended

many fine books over the last couple of years.

She has impecable taste,

 and has yet, to steer me wrong.

Let you know what I think of  Bitting the Apple, soon.

I also got out of the library,

 a volume containing two novels, by Pat Barker.

Union Street and Blow your House Down.

Many of the British blogs I read, mention Barker,

these sounded right up my alley.

Well, have a good one.

Later girls

BB

 

My Year Of Meats, for The Book Club

 Good morning all,

 and welcome to the first installment of the bookish butch’s book club.

I came up with the idea of the Book Club,

 because two of the women who were in a club with me last year,

 moved to Toronto.

Since they were the founding members,

 the club fell through.

Instead of joining a local book club,

 to end up reading Nicolas Sparks or some such stuff,

 that I don’t want to read

I decided to host my own,

 here.

So without further ado…

I finished My Year Of Meats.

It is a good book,

 a challenge,

 not so much because it was difficult structurally,

 but because of the subject matter. 

My Year Of Meats,

 is the story of Jane Takagi-Little.

A documentary filmaker,

 who recently got a job with a Japanese  advertising firm.

Their objective is to sell American meat to Japanese households.

The way they intend to do this is,

 by showing the wholesomeness of meat.

The ad agency comes up with a plan,

make a television program titled

My American Wife.

Jane’s job,

 is to scout wholesome American families,

 and show through documentary and recipes,

just how healthy and All American meat is,

basically,

 the American empire is great,

 because it was built on and by, meat.

Promoting cultural stereotypes about the west and capitalism.

Jane needs a job,

 so she takes it,

 and we follow her journey and her discoveries.

The fact that Jane is half-American, half-Japanese,

 is essential to her understanding her crew,

who are from Japan,

 and the American wives and their families,

 who will become the subjects of the “documentaries”.

My Year Of Meats, is also in parallel,

 the story of Akiko Ueno,

the wife of the Japanese executive in charge of the program.

Akiko has been given the mandate by her husband,

 to watch and rate the television show,

also to cook the recipes.

Akiko is unhappily married and rudderless.

No life of her own, she is bulimic and miserable.

Her husband is crass and cruel and abusive.

The program brings her,

oddly enough,

to self-realisation.

Jane and Akiko are very different women,

 and yet,

 they both long for a place in the world,

 and someone or something to call their own.

I don’t want to give too much away but,

This book deals with spousal abuse,

 and the horrors of the meat industry.

The sick, criminally insane things,

 that people are willing to do,

 to make a buck.

Let me be clear,

I am a life long omnivore,

which means I eat meat,

 amongst other things.

For years I have avoided reading books like Food Inc and their like,

 because I knew that they would upset me,

 and make me question my ethics,

and give my conscience difficulty.

I am an animal lover,

and like most city dwellers,

know nothing or next to nothing,

about the raising of cattle, pigs and other animals,

 to be consumed as food.

I know that steak doesn’t magically appear wrapped in cellophane, but,

that is practically the extent of it.

          “Ignorance”. In this root sense, ignorance is an act of will,

           a choice that one makes over and over again, especially when information 

           overwhelms and knowledge has become synonymous with impotence.

                   My Year Of Meats- Ruth L Ozeki

I’ve never thought of myself as ignorant but,

I think this sentence sums up,

the fact that I am.

A very upsetting and disturbing book,

these are not light subjects.

Strangely enough it also made me laugh.

The parts that deal with cultural differences and cultural stereotypes,

the sheer idiocy of the documentary for advertising purposes,

the fact that we all have secrets,

 some big, some small.

Jane and Akiko are well drawn characters,

 you care about them.

The secondary characters are all well fleshed out.

Some I Will not soon forget.

What I take away from this book?

A well written, thought provoking, multi layered read.

It deals with the ugliness of the meat and advertising industry,

but, also with the ever changing notions of family,

 and how everyone needs a port in a storm.

Worth your time and the effort.

If you aren’t a vegetarian,

 you might become one after reading this book,

I know it shook me,

 to my omnivorous core.

There is a queer element to this book,

 but I don’t want to give it away.

This book should be read,

 especially by us complacent meat eaters.

It is not a work of non-fiction,

 which is probably why it had an even bigger impact on me,

strangely enough,

 novels tend to make things real for me,

 because it becomes about people.

I give it high marks.

I hope those of you who read it got something out of it.

Those who didn’t,

 I hope this post made you,

 at least consider it.

This concludes the first installment of the Book Club.

I used a stream of consciousness type of structure,

 I hope it wasn’t confusing,

 and that it served it’s purpose.

 The Book club,

 like the blog,

 and indeed life,

 are works in progress.

Later girls

BB

*for end of November The Mere Future by Sarah Schulman.