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A Little Bit About Me and This Blog

In addition to other courses, I teach undergraduate and graduate courses in children’s and adolescent literature at Texas A&M University-Commerce. Karen Roggenkamp, the co-editor and co-founder of this blog started talking one day about what it felt like when we were in middle school and high school and how we sometimes felt alienated because we liked to read but most of our friends didn’t share that passion. Yes, I was a nerd. And I suppose it didn’t have to be that way at the time, but it sure doesn’t have to be that way now because we have access to virtual spaces—blogs—where readers are eager to write about what they’re reading. So, we started this blog. In the process, we’ve been contacting young readers (12-18 years old) who would like their own columns. You have important things to say, and we want to hear what you have to say. We’ve also been in contact with authors who are excited to share their work.

Like I said at the beginning, I’m an assistant professor at Texas A&M University-Commerce. I have to say I’m very impressed with the university. We have incredibly bright students, professors who care about their work and their students, and we have lots of opportunities for students to excel. Plus, we have a Master’s and Ph.D. program. And we recently added a graduate certificate in Studies in Children’s and Adolescent Literature and Culture. The university is building a new website, and once that’s up, I’ll provide a link.

All of this has come together, then, in a remarkable way, and one that has resulted in this blog. Karen and I are excited about this. We get to read the best books and talk with the readers who are reading them. We hope you’ll join us.

If you’re interested in what I do at the university, check out my website at http://faculty.tamu-commerce.edu/slstewart/

Take a look at Karen’s website as well: http://faculty.tamu-commerce.edu/kroggenkamp/

Best,
Susan

Thanks to Cheliminal for this Video (sound coming soon)

Books That (Literally) Speak to Me: Poison, Pestilence, and the Pleasure of Listening to Books

One of my favorite villains is Iago of Shakespeare’s Othello. There’s just something about that man I love to hate. Or perchance (as Shakespeare would say), I hate to love him. Regardless, however, of my emotional disposition, Iago offers the audience insights into his dastardly plan to destroy Othello. He tells the audience that he will “pour this pestilence”—his lies and innuendos regarding Desdemona—into Othello’s ear, which will ultimately “enmesh them all.” Not one to make empty promises, Iago does just that and “poisons” Othello’s mind with his virulent and deadly seeds of jealousy.

As it happened, shortly after I read those lines, I was listening to an audiobook. I was walking around with my earbuds firmly in place and in a bit of a trance as sometimes happens when I listen to books, and it occurred to me that if I would have been listening to Othello, Iago would have been pouring his “pestilence” into my ears. Although Iago’s words weren’t directed at me, it was nonetheless an unsettling thought. And not much later, as I listened to Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, I experienced another unsettling moment, for the interview is taped. There I was, driving through a desolate and lonely stretch of highway in Illinois late one night, with my gas tank almost empty, in a horrible lightning storm, listening to what was purportedly a taped interview with the vampire, Louis Pointe du Lac. It was as though he were speaking to me. It was just weird.

That was about ten years ago. My obsession has since grown. Most people buy listening devices to listen to music. Admittedly, I loaded a CD and about fifteen random songs on my newest device, but I purchased it to hold my audible books. In fact, I currently have four listening devices: an MP3 player, a Walk(wo)man, a CD player small enough to clip onto my jeans, and an iPOD. I have a listening device for every occasion. I listened to my MP3 player enough that I decided to invest in rechargeable batteries so I would be a green listener. I listen while driving, while washing dishes, while exercising, and while working in my yard. In fact, I will actually clean my house, one of my least favorite chores, so that I’ll have an excuse to listen to a book. And conveniently, as a literature professor, I must (I tell myself) read everything I can get my hands on, whether it’s Stephen King, Cornel West, Jane Austen, Susan Choi, Ralph Ellison, M.T. Anderson, Marcus Zusak, Patricia Cornwell, Homer (not Simpson), or Jeffrey Toobin.

I do have a few guidelines regarding my listening obsession:

I refuse to listen to an abridged book (I don’t read them either). Abridged dictionaries are fine, and in fact, I own a few. But I haven’t felt compelled to listen to a dictionary. If I ever do, I’ll seek help.

I seldom listen to books less than 8 hours long. I want to luxuriate in the voice, the plot, and the character development of the book.

I won’t listen to some performers. Many years ago, before I actually considered listening to books an indulgence and in the days of boom boxes, I had to make about a 4 hour drive. I didn’t have a working cassette player in my car so I lugged along my massive boom box and dozens of batteries so I could listen to a book for a class I was taking. The reader’s voice was so annoying that I erased his voice and name from my memory along with the title of whatever Faulkner book I was listening to. Fortunately, I didn’t erase the tape because the book belonged to the library. But I wanted to. I still have issues with Faulkner.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love the scent and texture of books, the space they take in my bookcases, the pure physicality that books offer. They provide a sensuous pleasure, some more than others. But there is also for me a deep pleasure in hearing a voice as it pours its pestilence into my ear and speaks only to me.

Monday, September 22, 2008

A Lot of Truth in Sherman Alexie's The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian


I recently read Sherman Alexie’s newest novel, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian and fell in love with it. It shares similarities with The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, but rather than being a series of interconnected short stories, The Absolutely True Diary maintains a clear storyline. In the novel, Junior—or Arnold Spirit, Jr.—tells the story of the decision he makes to leave the reservation. It isn't an easy decision, but after he discovers that the math book he receives the first day of class was the very same one that his mother used 30 years ago, he decides he has to leave. Notably, he throws the book and hits his math teacher (not exactly an intentional aim) and breaks his nose. But the math teacher, Mr. P, understands. In fact, Mr. P tells him “the only thing you kids are being taught is how to give up.” So, with his teacher's encouragement, Junior begins attending Reardan High School, which is 22 miles away and where the town is “filled with farmers and rednecks and racist cops who stops every Indian that drives through.” That just has to be a really happy place for Junior. Some people won’t like this book. They won't like the frank discussions about alcohol and alcoholism. However, in an interview with NPR, Alexie explains that the novel is semiautobiographical, and that was just part of his life on the reservation. Other people might not like to acknowledge that Junior thinks about sex. And they might be dismayed that people--and dogs--die. But this book, more than any I’ve read for a long time, affected me deeply. It’s poignant, sad, funny, provocative, and thoughtful. And really, that’s all I want in a book.

An NPR interview with Alexie is located at http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14586575

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