Category: Books

Manhattan Moments: Addicts & Immigrants

JWF Leave a comment

img_0757

As I’ve walked around the West Village, I’ve been struck by the variety of wrought iron railing and fence designs.  Some examples here plus notes on David Carr’s memoir and the Tenement Museum.

 

RECENT READING
The Night of the Gun by David Carr
At the Aspen Ideas Festival several years ago, I saw Andrew Rossi’s film, Page One, a documentary about the New York Times. Then I experienced seeing and hearing journalist David Carr on a panel following the screening. Mr. Carr was featured prominently in the film and was both articulate and a character. My curiosity piqued, I added his 2008 memoir to my to-be-read list. The book lingered on a wish list until finally I loaded it onto my Kindle and decided its time had come.
Sadly, Mr. Carr collapsed at work in February 2015 and died. His memoir is raw, graphic, sometimes tedious, and ultimately hopeful. A risk taker and addicted to crack cocaine, he, nonetheless, managed to hold down good professional jobs by day while hanging out with some of the less savory elements of society by night. In and out of detox facilities and arrested numerous times, mistreating one girlfriend after another, he was ultimately saved by being needed to care for his twin daughters.

Unlike the standard recovery memoir, this one takes the form of the author going to interview the people he hurt in the past to hear their account of events and how it tallied with his memory. Not an easy book to read, but I felt I learned a lot about David Carr and appreciated even more what he was able to accomplish.

img_0738

 

 

 

 

 

IMMIGRANT FAMILIES

Thanks to a great recommendation from my friend Patricia, we visited the Lower East Side Tenement Museum in the Bowery. It was a lovely morning and so we walked the mile and a half, passing through less polished neighborhoods and lots of grafittied buildings. The museum purchased 87 Orchard Street, a 5-story tenement built in 1863, in 1989 and soon thereafter began offering tours of selected apartments.

Parts of the building are unrestored to preserve for visitors something closely akin to the residents’ experience. Other apartments have been restored to look like and be furnished like they were when real people lived in them. The building had 22 apartments and a German beer saloon on the ground level and was occupied by residents from the 1860’s until 1935. In that year, new legislation mandated changes to meet stricter building codes that the owner opted not to implement.
We did the “Hard Times” tour led by the very knowledgeable Rachel Wetter which introduced us to two apartments; one inhabited by the German Jewish Gumpertz family in the 1870’s and 80’s, and the other by the Italian Catholic Baldizzi family who resided there from about 1924 until 1935. The apartments were small and early on without electricity, running water or indoor toilets. Mr. Gumpertz was a shoemaker who disappeared one day and never returned to his family. His wife became a dressmaker for a time. Mr. Baldizzi was a carpenter. One day his daughter who spend some of her childhood years in that apartment just showed up at the museum. She subsequently gave the museum artifacts to add to “their” apartment.

There are several other tours offered each day and we plan to return. And next year, new stories of Puerto Rican and Chinese immigrants will be featured.

[All photos copyright JWFarrington]

img_0726

Manhattan Musings: Books, etc.

JWF 4 Comments

What’s it like to do citizen science?  How do we stay connected to others as we age? And where were you when the Beatles hit the U.S.?  Books and film notes this week.

Citizen Scientist by Mary Ellen Hannibal

I have just started my science writer friend Mary Ellen Hannibal’s new book, but want to give it a shout-out.  The subtitle is “Searching for Heroes and Hope in an Age of Extinction,” and the book is both reflective and personal.  Equally important, it is chock full of solid history and information on species extinction and how everyday individuals can become involved.

For several years, Mary Ellen was embedded with me and my citizen science colleagues at the California Academy of Sciences.  She sat in on many strategy and planning meetings and spent hours participating in tide pool monitoring and documenting the plants on Mt. Tamalpais.  Her description of being at Pillar Point at low tide as dawn creeps in is magical.  The Academy is not her only context or frame of reference, however;  her linking together of many strands of thought and other research make this what promises to be a very rich reading experience.

Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf
This is the first novel I’ve read by Kent Haruf who wrote it quickly when he knew he was dying. All his work is set in the small town of Holt, Colorado. This book is a short, straightforward and poignant account of the universal desire to care for someone special who cares for you. When widowed Addie Moore makes the surprising and unusual request of her single neighbor Louis Waters that he spend the nights at her house in her bed just talking and lying next to each other, she opens herself and him to a delicate relationship. At the same time she jeopardizes her reputation and her relations with her own family.

Haruf’s writing is as replete with the mundane details of small town life as it is tender toward this septuagenarian couple. A novel that will stay with you long after you finish it.

MANIA
If you’re part of my generation you definitely remember the specifics of where you were. I was in high school and it being a Sunday night I was with the youth fellowship group. But it was an unusual Sunday night and all twelve or so of us were crowded into the youth minister’s small living room in front of a black and white TV. When Ed Sullivan announced the Beatles, we girls squealed and jumped up and down. I don’t know what the boys did, but with “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” this was America’s introduction to Beatlemania.

I was reminded of this when the C.P. and I went to see The Beatles: Eight Days a Week, director Ron Howard’s film about the years when the Beatles went on tour. It’s a rollicking, noisy ride filled with screaming fans and crowds the size of which I had forgotten or never known. These lads were a sensation pure and simple and their popularity outstripped that of any previous pop group. And they were true musicians who wrote hundreds of songs, many, many good ones.

Howard gives viewers the context of the 60’s and shows the challenges faced by cities wanting to host them, particularly in the still segregated South. Commentary by Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison provides further insight into how closely enmeshed they were with each other while cameos by Whoopie Goldberg and Sigourney Weaver are the cherry on top. At our screening, you could also stay for a 30 minute film of their live appearance at Shea Stadium in New York in 1965.

 

Header photo copyright JWFarrington

Tidy Tidbits: Fall Memories, Reading & Viewing

JWF 3 Comments

BACK TO SCHOOL

It’s September, the first day of fall is upon us, and everyone who’s going back to school is there by now.  I always liked going to school and happily anticipated the end of summer, the cooler days of autumn, and the challenge of new subjects, new teachers, and sometimes even new friends.  And while it’s still summery here in Florida, the official change of season reminds me of some incidents from elementary school.

  • In grade school, going back to school meant the purchase of a new dress, at first just for me and then later for me and my two sisters. These dresses had full skirts, short sleeves, and were almost always plaid.  I recall fondly one green and red plaid with a separate red belt that I thought was particularly smart.
  • plaid-dress
  • From kindergarten through second grade, I walked several blocks to school. It seemed like a longer walk than I’m sure it was.  One morning I arrived to find the school door tightly locked.  I knocked vigorously several times and then in tears walked back home.  My folks had not realized it was a school holiday.
  • My father’s job called for him to be transferred to another town about an hour away. Before I left for school one morning, my mother told me the name of my new school was “Seward,” and that I should tell that to my teacher.  I don’t know why she didn’t write down the name, but she spelled it for me and said she was sure I could remember it.  All the way along the sidewalk, I went, chanting, “s, e, w, a, r, d, s, e w, a, r d,” until I reached my classroom.  I have no recollection of actually giving Miss Rosa the name nor did I at that point have any idea who William H. Seward was.
  • Even when I went there, Seward School was an old building (constructed in 1911 and long since torn down) with a basement that was dank and dim and a bit scary.  Mr. and Mrs. Steimle, older German immigrants, were the school janitors.  Always cordial to the students, they assisted with any drills.  When we had air raid drills, a regular occurrence in those years, we had to wind our way down the stairs to that dusty basement and kneel along the wall with our heads down.  I don’t think most of us realized what we were preparing for or the potential seriousness if such a drill were for real.  It was just another drill, like a fire drill, only we stayed inside instead of exiting the building.
  • Seward School had classes through 6th grade before we moved on to one of the three high schools in town. Graduation from 6th grade was a big deal—white shirts and ties for the boys and for the girls fancy dresses, and probably stockings.  For many of us, this was the first time we had worn stockings.  In this pre-pantyhose era, that also meant garters to hold them up.
  • Sixth grade is also when I had my first male classroom teacher. Mr. Loretan was a young good-looking, capable teacher—liked by all of us, especially the girls!

READING:  SIBLING SQUABBLES

The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney

cynthiasweeney

I received this book, on the bestseller list for some weeks, as part of my First Editions book club membership.  After aging it for a few months, I brought it out of my stack and read it over several days.  The four Plumb siblings, Leo, Melody, Jack, and Beatrice, are somewhat at war with each other over the money they are due to inherit from a family trust in several months.  The problem is that their mother has given or loaned a significant portion of said “nest” to Leo, who had a car accident while drunk and caused serious injury to his passenger.  Each of the siblings has financial issues of his or her own and has been counting on the money.  They collectively gang up on Leo to make him do the right thing, but aren’t sure he will.

Often novels about dysfunctional families, and this lot qualifies, are downers and downright depressing.  This novel is actually frothy and fun, despite everyone’s problems.  I even found myself liking some of them!  This reflection of Leo’s on life after sobriety captures his personality:

However he parsed it, his future in New York could only be a diluted reflection of his before, a whiter shade of pale.  Evenness defined his present, the by-product, he often thought, of small minds and safe living.  In his new after, there would be no ups and downs, no private jets…or walking home from a riotous evening under a pinkening sky.  It wasn’t luxury he missed, it was surprise.  The things money could buy weren’t the reward; the reward was to feel lifted about everyone else, to get a look at the other side of the fence where the grass was rarely greener but always different and what he loved was the contrast—and the choice.

For some insight into this first-time novelist, check out this brief interview in the LA Times.

VIEWING

Thanks to my friend Mary for recommending the Netflix series, The Time in Between, which I just finished watching.  Set in Morocco, Madrid, and Lisbon between 1937 and 1941, it’s the story of a talented young Spanish dressmaker who ends up being a spy for the British and infiltrating the German community in Spain.  It’s subtitled and the pace, compared to most American productions, is measured—at least until the last few episodes when tension builds and events race to the climax.  Adriana Ugarte as Siri is beautiful and the clothes she creates are gorgeous, part of the fun of watching this series.  The novel of the same name on which it is based was written by Maria Duenas.

Notes:  Header art: www.clipartix.com; plaid dress:  www.etsy.com; Sweeney’s photo from Harper Collins author web page

 

Tidy Tidbits: Movies & Medical Mystery

JWF 4 Comments

This week we got to two new films and I finished a long and totally absorbing historical novel, The Gilded Hour, set in NYC in 1883.

MOVIE TIME

Florence Foster Jenkins

I will go see Meryl Streep in almost anything and this is a good, not great, movie.  Florence was a real person and Streep is wonderful while Hugh Grant is debonair and perfect in the role of St. Clair, Jenkins’ husband.  The first 10-15 minutes of the film are a bit flat (it looked like someone nearby was snoozing), but it gained life after that and tells an engaging story.

You wonder how someone could sing so poorly and screechily and not know it and be so eager to perform for her friends.  But Madam Florence did and, with the artful persuasion of her husband, convinced a young pianist to accompany her in practice and for her performances.  There is an intriguing back story here, but since I don’t like to be a spoiler, you won’t get it from me!

img_0258

 

Sully

I was hesitant about seeing this film as I thought it might dwell on scenes of the terrifying water landing.  But there’s much more to it.  I found Tom Hanks very believable as Capt. Sully Sullenberger of the seemingly doomed flight 1549 and liked that the film portrays his emotions and reactions in the hours and days immediately following the landing.  The NTSB hearings with him and his co-pilot were eye-opening about the panelists’ skepticism regarding Sully’s cockpit decisions.    I should note, however, that several recent articles have cast doubt and even aspersions on the way the NTSB panel is portrayed, particularly the head of the panel.  The film is directed by  Clint Eastwood with Laura Linney as Sully’s wife.  Whether this is a faithful accounting of events or not,  it’s a film you won’t easily forget;  images from it haunted my mind before sleep.

img_0517MEDICAL MYSTERY

The Gilded Hour by Sara Donati

In the past I’ve noticed novels by Sara Donati on bookstore shelves, but had never read any of her work.  She’s a former academic (with a PhD in linguistics) turned historical writer.   This novel, The Gilded Hour, appealed to me for several reasons.  First, it was set in New York City in 1883, a city I know and a time period (19th century) I find fascinating, and, second, it concerns two female physicians, one white and the other mixed race.  Running to more than 700 pages, it is a tome, an old-fashioned linear story of characters both fictional and historical.

Anna and Sophie Savard, the physicians, deal with women’s medical problems when not only abortion, but also the use of contraceptive devices, is illegal.   Anthony Comstock, who appears here, is the U.S. postal inspector who doesn’t shy away from using devious methods to entrap those he considers offenders of the law.  Add to this the search for the missing brothers of two orphaned Italian girls, the mystery of why well-off women are dying from botched abortions, and two parallel love stories.  Donati did an impressive amount of research and her depiction of life in the 1880’s, of the streets in the West Village, the practice of medicine, and the treatment of the poor is comprehensive and precise.  I found it all totally absorbing.  And everything isn’t resolved—a sequel is in the works!

 

Header photo:  Bad hair day for the ferns cJWFarrington