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  • 2010 Reading List, Part 2

    Somehow I rarely managed to review books last year, and although I thought of doing a book review of the last one or two read in December, I instead opted to just start fresh with the new year.  In early July I posted a list of the books I read in the first six months of the year, and I shall finish out now with books read in the final six months of 2010, with a few comments in lieu of reviews, as in the previous post, and links to the very few reviews. 

     

    31. Robert Ludlum, The Paris Option

    32. John McPhee, Assembling California

    33. David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

    34. Sue Grafton, B is for Burglar

    35. Lee Child, Tripwire

    36. David McCullough, John Adams

    37. Arthur Krystal, A Company of Readers

    38. Anna Quindlen,  Every Last One

    39. James Hollis, The Middle Passage (not a review as it was written when I was only partially through the book)

    40. Jacqueline Novogratz, The Blue Sweater (thought provoking)

    41. Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

    42. David Cullen, Columbine (riviting, well written, disturbing and ultimately heartbreaking)

    43. Peter Murphy, John the Revelator

    44. Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life (hit surprisingly close to home in ways I did not expect).

    45. Laura Munson, This is Not the Story You Think It Is

    46. Kate Christensen, The Epicure's Lament (compelling.  Spot on humor and good writing)

    47. Clara Parkes, The Knitter's Book of Wool

    48. Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything if I Only Knew What It Was

    49. Sam Wasson, Fifth Avenue, 5 AM (entertaining fluff but a let-down)

    50. Tonya Plank, Swallow

    51.  Barbara Sher, Refuse to Choose (really helped me)

    52.  Betty Fussell, My Kitchen Wars (Fussell's journalistic prose is not up to the story, but her repetition of pat phrases really managed to capture something of the age and milieu)

    53. Leslie Chang, Factory Girls. (eye-opening)

    54. Christos Tsiolkas, The Slap. (interesting, well-written novel, mostly unlikeable characters who in the end have to decide what they want in life and where they wish to draw the line)

    55. Marie Bostwick, A Thread So Thin

    56. Dominique Browning, Slow Love

    57. Margaux Tartarotti, The Fine Art of Dressing

    58. Helen Garner, The Spare Room (unsentimental and beautiful novel about friendship and death)

    59. Annie Dillard, The Maytrees (poetic.  I need to read this again to truly form an opinion.  It may be groundbreaking; it may be merely difficult, I remain uncertain as to my reaction as I was not focused enough when I read it.  Dillard has an amazing talent for putting abstract feelings and those fleeting moments of emotional clarity into words)

    60. Janie Bryant, The Fashion File

    61. Elizabeth George, This Body of Death (very satisfying)

    In the future I will subject you to only one master list, but also to more frequent reviews.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • There were gifts: The Books

    I would have been perfectly happy this Christmas without any additional gifts this Christmas; my main gift was having G come home to me, and it was topped off with a visit from family including my adorable grandson.  But of course, Santa did not forget Grandma.

     

    Among those gifts were two wonderful style books, and since I have a fondness and weakness for style books, these were gifts that were particularly close to my heart.

     

    0399525688.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_ First there was The Fine Art of Dressing by Margaux Tartarotti, which is a very interesting book and one which I like quite a bit.  It is not a book that requires a lot of reading.  The introductory chapters are brief and give a brief summary of color, pattern and line.  

     

    It is after this introductory setion tht you get into the fun part of this book.  Rather than using the commonly used body types of pear, apple, rectangle etc, the author defines six body types naming them for the artists who tended to portray them in their work. Gimmick perhaps, but it works. First of all it avoids the stereotypical associations of "apple" or "pear" and makes each figure type seem desirable.  After all, who wouldn't rather be a Modigliani than a pear, or a Gaugin rather than in inverted triangle?  Since the author uses line drawings of the figures used by each artist, these figures are also somewhat easier to identifiy with than the illustrations in many style books.  The descriptions of each figure are also simple, highlighting key points without going into complicated descriptions.

     

    What I found most useful was the way the author gives a chart for each figure type defining the key shapes and why they work, including shoes and accessories.  There are several illustrations  of key looks with bullet-points describing key features and why they are important.  Then each body type ends with a summary  consisting of line drawings showing the key lines, including side and views, and the major silhouettes to avoid.

     

    As you move from your body type to the end of the book there is another series of charts showing key garment lines and ranking them from worst to best for each body type.  After the charts is a greater discussion of various figure issues and how to dress for them, including a discussion and illustration of the best swimsuit shapes for each type.

     

    What I liked about this book is its simplicity.  You don't have to read a lot.  You don't really have to measure anything, the descriptions are good, and the charts are convenient too.  I can see keeping a copy of the chart handy for those times when I am looking at patterns and can't decide if something will actually work for me or not.  Of course no formula will account for everything, and styling matters too, but there is useful information in this book.

     

    8255371 The second book, The Fashion File by Janie Bryant, was more exciting, visually appealing, and just fun to read, but ultimately less useful.  The book is "dishy" and fun  but it offers nothing really new.  It looks at dressing with the eye of a costume designer, which is fine and not at all unexpected considering that Janie Bryant is a costume designer, and as I mentioned before the illustrations are fabulous.  The sections where Ms. Bryant wrote about how she defines the character by clothing and cut and color was fascinating, and her take on vintage clothes and how to combine them to create a modern silhouette was also interesting.  I am happy to have read the book but it is not a book to hold my interest after the initial thrill.

     

  • What I cooked: Black-eyed pea and chorizo soup

    I'm not a big new year's eve fan, and never really have been.  Yes there were a few years in my youth where I would have a party, but it was more an excuse than a real celebration.  It just isn't a holiday that means that much to me.  A new year, a new beginning, but the revelry at the end of the old year somehow doesn't capture my imagination.  Birthdays seem more significant.  Perhaps I am missing something but I am just as happy to greet the new year after a good night's sleep as I am to stay up.  

     

    That doesn't mean that I don't welcome the new year however.  New Year's day is a day of promise and reassessment, a day with its own traditions, at least for me, and the main tradition involves the lowly black-eyed pea. Usually I make a big pot from dried black eyes, but I didn't feel like that so much this year, perhaps because there are a few big pots of things still in my refrigerator and freezer from recent family visits.  

     

    IMG_4264 But I still needed black-eyes.  I'm not particularly superstitious but I am a firm believer in rituals. Luckily for me, Lisa, who write the blog Homesick Texan, had just posted a recipe for black-eyed pea and chorizo soup and I thought it would be just perfect for a quiet New Year's Day at home. 

     

    I altered the recipe slightly.  I reduced the quantity considerably and probably changed the proportion of a few things as well.  I also used my own chorizo, which is perhaps not quite as authentic as a good Mexican chorizo, but which suits my taste better than the one currently available at my local Mexican market.  As you can see I also didn't use crushed tortilla chips, but fried up a tortilla and cut it in strips, adding them on top of the soup rather than stirring them in. Doing it my way was a tad more work but I would happily do it again.

     

    Now I can rest easy, knowing that another year has gotten off to a good start.  

     

    What about you?  Do you have rituals, food  related or otherwise, associated with the turning of the New Year?

     

  • Happy New Year

    The new year is dawning shiny and bright with promise.  

     

    Although I do have goals for the new year, they do not, at this point, comprise a specific list of bullet-point items that I wish to share here.

     

    However it can be said that:

     

    * There will be sewing. (yes, it is true)

    * There will be knitting.

    * There will be thoughts/posts on fashion, style, outfits, etc.

    * There will be many changes and projects around the house and yard.

    * There will be reading.

    * There will be music.

    It sounds like a pretty fabulous year, doesn't it?  The year I stop putting all my dreams on hold.  The year of Mardel.

     

     

     

  • Have a Happy Holiday

    I've been caught up in a whirlwind of baking and preparing for family here.  It is such a big change from the empty house and anticipation of the previous month.  I shouldn't be surprised at how much fun I am having or how exhausted I am at the end of each day, but somehow I am.  I have to admit it is a very good kind of exhausted though and I am looking forward to kicking back and beginning this evening I am looking forward to kicking back and relaxing and reveling in a week filled with family.

     

    I wish you all peace and joy and the pleasures of good company.  I don't anticipate being back here before 2011, when some kind of more regular scheduling should resume.

     

     

  • Pan Lust

    Picture 32 I've been looking for a large, roughly 12", deep, sauté pan and have not been happy with what I have seen. Until now that is.  I recently discovered Iittala's line of cookware named tools and I covet them all, especially, this large 30 cm saute pan.

     

    Suddenly I am thinking that even things that are used everyday should be beautiful and make my heart sing each time I use them.  But is it as perfectly functional as it is beautiful? It must be more than just a pretty pan to hold its own in my kitchen and in my heart.

  • Monday Miscellany

    It is great to have G home and things seem to be working out well even though there were all kinds of things, mostly little things, about having someone else living with us that I had not thoroughly considered. Still I think it is a success even though I am now the only female in a house with four males (two feline). And to think I thought it was my house.

     

    The big 55" television was a good idea despite the fact that G's initial reaction, when he came home and the TV was not yet installed, was that he didn't need it or want it.  Since it has been installed he has been thrilled with the picture and the sound, and for once the younger people are asking him to turn the volume up rather than the other way around.

     

    I underestimated the full entertainment value of a television installation.  I thought having the installation after G came home would be a pain and I was disappointed that I couldn't schedule it sooner.  Instead, I couldn't lure him away and he was fascinated by everything even though he admitted he didn't understand most of it.  The Geek squad was also very accommodating and solicitous with him and took time to answer all his questions.

     

    Now that I have a big TV, getting time to watch my shows is proving difficult.  G and R have remarkably similar taste in television and can spend hours with CNN, BBC, HGTV or NatGeo.  I can tolerate any of these channels for an hour or two here and there, but after that I am start plucking the gray hairs out of my head and muttering to myself. Luckily I can walk away, or I might soon be completely hairless.  Tuesday night, the day the new set was installed I was crawling around in the dark in the back of the living room trying to hook up the older small tv to a cable outlet so I could watch The Good Wife in a corner in the dark. 

     

    I can't find the battery charger for my camera or the spare battery although I know exactly where I put them.  I know the box I put them in; I don't know where I put the box.  I can only assume it will turn up eventually.  

     

    I actually got all my Christmas shopping done.  Wrapping is a completely different story.

     

     

     

     

  • Winter is icumen in

    Picture 31 And spring has arrived in my mailbox, courtesy of Stella McCartney via Bergdorf Goodman.

     

    Pre-ordered, with an expected January delivery, I thought it would brighten my winter spirits.  And here it is ready for me to jet away to warm climes for the holidays, although it would work for a holiday party as well.  In reality I shall probably display it on my sewing room wall while I dream of spring, both sartorially and physically.

     

    The cut is simple.  It is true I could have made if except that I could not, in all likelihood, have found this fabric, and I bought this dress for the fabric more than anything else, or perhaps for the perfect combination of cut and fabric.

     

    I can say however, that the shape skims the body and looks slimmer on me than on the model even though she is far far slimmer than I.  Or perhaps I am just deceiving myself.  But then I am all for a bit of self deception on occasion, it is the perfect armament against the vagaries of life.  

     

    Oh and it is longer as well, hitting just above the knee on my 5'9" frame.

     

    photo courtesy of Bergdorf Goodman.

  • Thursday morning

    I haven't found a new groove yet, not that everything is rushed or panicked, just not quite settled.  This morning, however, the house is quiet and I am the only one awake. I always enjoy these silent mornings. When G was away the mornings were my best time; nights were the worst.  But even before, before G would wake when I would wake, and wake me frequently during the night, I would rise first and enjoy the quiet time in the house, time where I could sit and reflect and let my thoughts wander, where life seemed slower and calmer whether I was engaged in some chore or activity or just staring out at the Hudson River letting my mind rest and wander. 

     

    Even as I sit and write this however, I can see myself starting to itch with busy-ness, with that culturally inbred idea that it is time to get busy.  "The early bird catches the worm", "Time is money", these shiboleths still haunt me even as I realize that true as they may be, they are not always relevant to life or even necessarily desirable maxims on which to shape one's days.  "Slow and steady wins the race" or "take time to smell the daisies" come to mind, reminding me that sometimes what is important can be lost in the rush.   In my lifetime alone everyday life has grown seemingly exponentially faster, more rushed, more busy, more accomplished.  I am not convinced that we are better for it.

     

    And here I am writing a post that is completely different from the post I intended to write and my time has flown.  G is up and restless following what was apparently a restless night, and Moisés and Sam have somehow managed to knock a painting off a wall.  The day has officially begun and I must go.

     

     

  • Home Again, Home Again

    G is home.

     

    All looks promising.

     

    I am exhausted.

     

    I shall return when I can coherently write longer sentences.