Rereading the Millennium series

I’m prepping today for next Wednesday’s Great Books event at MSOE.  This event is like a nice evening at book club, except no one has to clean their house or make dinner, and the primary conversation is actually about . . . the book!

The Great Books Dinner and Discussion series has been running for sixteen years now.  We have a number of “regulars” who attend multiple evenings every year, and even a few people who come every month.  Several book clubs come to Great Books once or twice a year in place of their usual monthly meetings; some clubs even make the drive to Milwaukee from other southeastern Wisconsin cities.

Although most people come with a friend their first time, it is not uncommon for people to come solo.  Dinner provides a chance to interact with other participants, and after someone has attended a couple of events, they begin to recognize other “regulars” and sit with them.  I have watched friendships develop over the years from acquaintanceships formed solely through attendance at Great Books.

I usually facilitate one Great Books session per year, in early June.  And even though I work hard to prepare for each event – and technically still am working while leading the discussion (which, believe me, is harder than it appears) – once the evening is off and running, I get so caught up in the conversation that it hardly feels like “work” at all.

Next Wednesday we’re talking about Stieg Larsson’s three-book Millennium series.  I’ve been rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo steadily, bit by bit, over the last couple weeks of the academic year, but now that I’ve finished with exams and turned in my grades, I’m stepping up my reading pace to work through the rest of the series this weekend.

When I bought Dragon Tattoo two years ago, it was because it was summer and I needed something new to read and the book was already a bestseller that everyone else seemed to be reading.  My rereading now has reminded me of something: how amazed I was my initial time through the book that it actually managed to get published in the first place, much less go on to become a bestseller.  The first hundred pages are SO BORING.

The only thing that kept pulling me through the story was the occasional glimpse of this really unusual character, Lisbeth Salander.

My first time reading The Lord of the Rings was similar.  Once Frodo and Sam got separated from the rest of the group, theirs was the only story I cared about; Aragorn and all the various soldiers and battles both overwhelmed and bored me.  Likewise, the first time I read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, I kept flipping through all the boring philosophy stuff to get to the dad and his son.  (When I reread that book a few years ago, I found myself skipping the motorcycle trip in order to get to the philosophical discussions of rhetoric and “quality.”  Funny how reading the same book can be such a completely different experience when you’re older.)

Here is my personal Millennium-series “journey” (to employ a word rendered ridiculous via its appropriation bu and overuse in reality television).  I bought the mass-market paperback and liked it.  Liked it to the point of feeling agitated about not having the next installment, like a junkie needing a fix.  Passing a small bookstore on the way to a restaurant one night, I stopped in and bought both the second book in trade paperback edition (which was the only version the bookstore had) and the hardcover edition of the third book.  My reading would not be interrupted any longer than the interval it would take to close Book 2 and pick up Book 3.

Apparently many American readers who discovered the series long before I did had experiences similar to mine.  After finishing the second novel, they were so anxious to read the third that they ordered The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest from England rather than await its publication in America months later.  (Interesting side note: the third book is titled “Hornets’ Nest,” plural, in England and “Hornet’s Nest,” singular, in its American and Canadian editions.)  The reason for this frantic need to get their hands on the third book?

In my opinion, Lisbeth Salander.

Yes, the puzzle aspect of the books’ plot structure is quite good, but I get impatient with Blomkvist’s plodding investigation.  It’s Salander, with her quick mind and unpredictable behavior, who keeps me hooked.  She’s even more fascinating to me in this second go-through, and I’m trying to figure out what makes her “tick” as a character.  I’ll organize my thoughts about her and share some ideas next week.

Oh, one final thing before closing out this post.  Possibly due to the Y2K hysteria a decade ago, I vaguely assumed that the “Millennium” series reference was some kind of metaphor.  Women have been abused for millennia, but now we are entering a new millennium, etc.  But in rereading the books, it occurs to me that because Millennium is the name of the publication Blomkvist works for and partly owns, the novel series is almost certainly named for it.

What an odd organizing theme that is, at least for me.  Having a newspaper/magazine be the “center” of these novels just seems really foreign to me.  I would never describe them as stories about a magazine, and I don’t think I’ve seen that discussion elsewhere.

Yet the ideal of publication-as-change-agent may be an accurate reflection of Stieg Larsson’s own mindset and life experiences as a crusading journalist.

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Those Grim Grimm Brothers

It occurred to me this morning that I should clarify something in yesterday’s post.  When I described the saga of the Hatfields and McCoys as a Grimm Brothers fairytale, it’s because that was the most apt comparison I could think of off the top of my head for a bloody, violent story about scheming people who get done in by their own devices.

 Although many people know only the Disney-fied versions of these stories, my introduction to them came from a book of collected Grimm Brothers tales my grandfather owned.  It wasn’t written in German but it must have been a direct translation.  Cinderella’s sister cut off part of her foot to make it fit into the glass slipper.  I mean these stories were dripping in gore. 

 Hans Christian Andersen was the same way.  In his version of “The Little Mermaid,” as I recall, the poor mermaid was in constant pain when in human form, with her feet feeling like she was walking on knives.  One of my favorites, “Big Claus and Little Claus,” involved lots of dead bodies and betrayals, and the ill-tempered, greedy oaf of the story, Big Claus, wound up at the bottom of a river in a sack weighted down with a stone.

 Ah, yes: great reading for children.

 Of course, these fairytales are nothing compared to Greek mythology.  Think of Achilles, dragging Hector’s body behind his chariot around and around the walls of Troy while the slain man’s father helplessly looked on.  Or how Odysseus lost his men in horrible ways all along the journey home from the Trojan war.

 But that is probably a topic for another day.

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The Hatfields and McCoys . . . and Hitchcock?

This week the History Channel is running a six-hour presentation of America’s most famous feud, the murderous, longstanding grudge match between the Hatfield and McCoy families living along border between Kentucky and West Virginia. 

 I am from a small town on the Ohio River not far from there, so I knew of this feud as part of the local lore decades after it ended.  I’m somewhat surprised that people from Hollywood also remember it and think viewers will want to watch, but I guess I shouldn’t be.  The Hatfields and McCoys didn’t merely kill each other.  Their feud was more like a Grimm Brothers fairytale of epic proportions, a morality play about disloyalty, perceived injustice, and revenge.   

 But here’s something that hardly anyone knows about the Hatfields and McCoys: Alfred Hitchcock (one of my favorite directors) made a silent movie that was almost certainly inspired by them.  How else can you explain a British movie studio in the 1920s coming up with a story about a “hillbilly” love scandal featuring multigenerational conflict between two Kentucky families?  Called The Mountain Eagle (Fear o’ God in its United States release), it was filmed during Hitchcock’s Berlin apprenticeship and shot in Austria’s Tyrol, with the Alps as a stand-in for the Appalachians of Kentucky.  

 The film has been lost for decades and is the only Hitchcock feature film of which no surviving print remains.

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Mother Nature as Muse

This week’s Saturday/Sunday edition of the The Wall Street Journal has an interesting article in the “Review” section by regular columnist Jonah Lehrer, titled “Mom Was Right: Go Outside.” 

He cites the findings of several scientific studies that people who spend time outdoors – or even just looking out the window at a view of natural landscaping instead of concrete and blacktop – show significant gains in creativity.

How about that?  All the nature stuff that keeps finding its way into my creativity blog apparently is entirely appropriate!

So in honor of our muse, Mother Nature, here is a photo I snapped yesterday.  The branches of this mock-orange bush, spilling over the fence along our driveway, are in bloom with small, white flowers.  Their beauty is fleeting, just a few days, so it requires attention to notice and enjoy them each year.  “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may . . .”

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Hard times in The Big Easy

I read the news today, oh boy . . .

 Actually, I read this particular news item two days ago.  The Times-Picayune, New Orleans’ daily newspaper, is moving to a three-day-per-week publication schedule.  The newspaper has an online presence at nola.com, but in no way does that mean citizens of New Orleans will be able to read it there. 

 An online model won’t work for New Orleans, according to Ann Milling, a long-time advisory board member to The Times-Picayune cited in yesterday’s USA Today article.  She and others are seeking new publishers committed to a daily print newspaper, either through purchase of The Times-Picayune or by starting over with a new, competing publication.

 What happens to a city without a daily newspaper available in a format that all citizens can conveniently access?  For one thing, it becomes less democratic, as PC magazine writer (and former newspaper reporter) Sascha Segan noted yesterday

 Is a city without a daily newspaper also less able to nurture innovation and creativity?

 World-class cities have daily newspapers.  London’s abundance of print has always intrigued me.  Emanating from its Fleet Street epicenter, London’s news biz supports dozens of “quality press” and tabloid publications, both daily and weekly.  Here in the U.S., New York has four large-circulation daily papers, plus many smaller daily and weeklies.  Chicago has two major dailies and several suburban dailies and weeklies.  Los Angeles has the Times and Daily News, along with quite a few other dailies published in the metro area.

 What is the cause and effect relationship here?  Does a city need a newspaper to create an “innovation” environment?  Or, does a city need an “innovation” environment to support a newspaper.

 I’ve never considered New Orleans an “innovation” center (in the Richard Florida creative-class sense).  Yet it is undeniably one of the most “creative” cities in the world.

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Woodpecker nest

I never intended for this blog to become so nature focused, but I keep noticing nature-y things. 

Last weekend I saw a woodpecker angrily chasing a robin away from the upper branches of our silver maple.  The robin kept coming back to the tree, and the woodpecker kept going after it.  Yesterday when I was cleaning the yard (two large dogs), I realized that the squeaky noise I’ve been hearing for the last week is not branches rubbing together in the breeze but baby woodpeckers instead.  Their incessant tweeting sounds like a sticky piston on old machinery: squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!

When I realized that the other incessant bird chirps I was hearing came from the parent woodpecker, I grabbed my camera.  Here are about two minutes of video I shot. 

That other noise you hear besides the chirping?  When I shared the video with my family last night, one of my daughters remarked, “It’s like watching a Planet Earth video, except for the garbage truck.”

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Queen Victoria’s journals

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the role played by journals in creativity and innovation.  I’ll post more on this later when I have time to write.  This week I’m in the middle of final exams and closing out the academic year.

 But this morning my Twitter feed contained this intriguing news: to celebrate her Diamond Jubilee, Queen Elizabeth has made available online the journals kept by her great-great grandmother Queen Victoria, the only other British monarch to celebrate a similar anniversary.  The archive site is filled not only with photographed pages of the Queen’s actual diaries but also with commentary essays by various experts and a timeline containing notable events that occurred during her reign.

 Fascinating reading!

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“How to” . . . a snapshot of life in mid-May

I was about look something up online just now – but couldn’t get past the list of top search terms that dropped down from the Google rectangle when I typed the words “how to”:

  • Tie a tie
  • Hard boil eggs
  • Boil eggs
  • Take a screen shot on a Mac
  • Write a cover letter
  • Make hard boiled eggs
  • Delete Facebook
  • Make French toast
  • Solve a rubix cube
  • Cook asparagus

 What do you think?  I’m guessing this is what May looks like for many of us:

1.  Someone who doesn’t usually wear a tie is dressing up for an out-of-the-ordinary occasion.  Prom?  Graduation?  One of my students, who works full-time as a cake decorator, says that between First Communion, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, and graduations, this is her busiest time of year.   

2.  Grilling season is here, so we’re eating lots of potato salad (made with hard boiled eggs).  Or, possibly, people are going on diets for swimsuit season and eating lots of hard boiled eggs.  Could these “egg” searches possibly be left over from Easter? 

3.  The kids made French toast for breakfast on Mother’s Day.

4.  The high school graduate just got (or is getting) a new computer (Mac) and someone (the graduate or the parents) is experimenting.

5.  The college graduate is job-hunting – cleaning up the online footprint (“Deleting Facebook”), sending out resumes, and possibly wearing a tie to interviews.

6.  Someone wants to solve the Rubik’s cube, which they a) apparently don’t know how to spell, and b) apparently see as a destination rather than a journey (hence the Google search for instructions).

 7.  Asparagus crops are rapidly overrunning backyard gardens.

Google’s top searches are like little “found poems.”  It’s fun to type a sentence or phrase into the search box and discover what the “crowd” is thinking about.

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Always chasing rainbows

 Last night it was raining as my film studies class ended, but while I was in my office putting away my gear, I suddenly became aware of the sky brightening.  Being a parent has conditioned me ALWAYS to look for a rainbow whenever sunshine follows the still wet, trailing edge of a cloudburst.  Habit propelled me to the window . . . and there it was!

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My little chickadees

A pair of chickadees has taken up residence in a knothole in the magnolia tree just outside our kitchen window. 

That hole in the tree didn’t always exist.  It was just a burled scar where a tree branch had been sawed off from the main limb.  Then one day a few years ago I noticed little pile of sawdust at the base of the tree.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on.  Carpenter ants?  Termites?  Looking out the kitchen window one day, I noticed a chickadee hard at work industriously digging out tiny bits of wood from inside the scarred ring and discarding them into the air with a sideways flick of its head.

Do chickadees return to the same nest year after year?

About a week ago I saw a one land on a branch outside the kitchen window, a piece of food in its beak.  It darted downward from branch to knothole, just as another chickadee inside the tree instantly popped into view.  In a millisecond food was exchanged from beak to beak; then the inside chickadee dropped down again, and the outside chickadee flew off.

The baby birds must be getting bigger, because I see both adults continually entering and leaving the knothole with food.

Here are a few minutes of video I was able to capture in the past week.  

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