I hope you liked yesterday’s flash piece. It was based on family folklore dating back to my early teens, and also a sneaking conviction that my cat knows a lot more than she reveals. I think most writers have a similar belief. Plus, flash pieces and short-short stories help clear my mind for my larger projects, and I highly recommend them to anyone who wants to do any kind of creative work.
Today is also Book Beginnings Friday over at Rose City Reader, and while this week I’ve been a little light on the blogging (I’ve taken on a few students, and I’ve been mulling over a pretty big decision) I’ll catch up this week with my musings on books and movies and Hallowe’en and other fun things. Today’s ‘Book Beginnings’ comes from a book I just started, but one I’ve meant to read for years, Katherine Anne Porter’s Ship of Fools. No, not this “Ship of Fools,” though I confess that my musically-angled brain sings this song nearly every time I look at the cover. This one:
August, 1931 — The port town of Veracruz is a little purgatory between land and sea for the traveler, but the people who live there are very fond of themselves and the town they have helped to make… There is maybe a small sign of uneasiness in this pugnacious assertion of high breeding; in this and in the methodical brutality of their common behavior towards the travelers who must pass through their hands to reach the temporary haven of some ship in harbor. The travelers wish only to be carried away from the place, and the Veracruzanos wish only to see the last of them; but not until every possible toll, fee, extortion, and bribe due to the town and its citizens has been extracted. It is in fact to the passing eye a typical port town, cynical by nature, shameless by experience, hardened to showing its seamiest side to strangers: ten to one this stranger passing through is a sheep bleating for their shears, and one in ten is a scoundrel it would be a pity not to outwit. In any case, there is only so much money to be got out of each one, and the time is always short.
It’s always nice to pick up a book and realise that you can safely sink into the comforting hands of a true master of the craft. As a former sailor, I’ve passed through many towns that seemed exactly so, or at least they did on the surface. Sometimes, such as in Newport, Rhode Island, you could dig under the surface a little and find one of the warmest groups of people you would ever meet on the planet. And sometimes, such as in… well, a bunch of other port cities… you find that when you’ve finally dug through the garbage, there’s nothing but sewage and pain and cynical, hardened creatures quite comfortable wearing their person-suits and pretending to be human.
This weekend: book reviews, movies, Hallowe’en, and other fun things.
4 thoughts on “Book Beginnings Friday”
Sounds like a fun weekend.
This book sounds wonderful.
ENJOY all of your planned weekend. Sounds fun.
My Book Beginnings
So far the weekend is actually going as planned. That’s kind of strange.
Thanks for sharing yours as well. I really like doing this meme; however, my to-be-read list is getting near unmanageable.
I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever read any Katherine Anne Porter and I don’t think I have. I’ve heard of this one of course but never read it. I like the beginning though. Definitely a gap in my reading that I need to correct. Thanks for sharing!
“The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” shows up in a lot of short story collections and High School English books. I’ve had one of her story collections on my shelf for a while but have never gotten around to it. So far, I can recommend this for the language alone… we’ll see how the story plays out.
Louisiana Fever does sound like it might be pretty good. I especially like the bit you quoted from page 56. It’s enticing.