Gift Ideas for a Book Lover
Why, oh why, would I choose my first entry in the 12 Days of Book Barmy Gift Ideas for the Booklover in your life?
Because you need time and stealth. First, you need to invite yourselves over to their home and while they make the tea (or margaritas, however you and your friends roll) covertly scan their bookcases for the titles below.
You see, the Booklover in you life has likely read most everything — they sneer at the quickly-found bestsellers, probably own most of the well-known classics, and in short, are the most difficult person on your gift list. So with great thought, I am recommending two books that are somewhat lesser known…in the hope that you can surprise them.
These books may require some work, a trip to your local used bookstore or independent bookstore may result in actual copies on the shelf or an order will put them in your hands shortly. The chains or big box stores will not stock these — don’t even try. Even the big A has a really paltry selection of editions.
HERE is a link to find your local independent bookstore. And in an shameless plug for local independents, get a gift receipt. Then, if your book lover already owns these books, they will happily get something else they want.
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“When you sell a man a book,” says Roger Mifflin, protagonist of these classic book-selling novels, “you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue — you sell him a whole new life.”
Parnassus on Wheels & The Haunted Bookshop
by Christopher Morley
Published in 1917, Parnassus on Wheels tells the tale of Roger Mifflin, a traveling bookseller, who roams farmlands and backwoods with a horse-drawn bookshop, spreading the gospel of books. His faith in the power of the word is boundless. People need books, he insists, even if they don’t know they need them. Along the way he meets Helen McGill, a good-hearted spinster, and they share adventures while slowly falling in love.
The plot sounds simple, and it is. But the story is written with easy grace and the characters are just plain adorable. But what makes the story so appealing, is that Morley wrote it for bibliophiles and his intense love of books and reading permeates every chapter. Reading Roger Mifflin wax lyrical about specific books makes us hunger to read those books ourselves. When I first read Parnassus in my late teens, I jotted down a reading list culled from the book (which I still keep in my copy). Some of the authors he mentions have sustained me ever since.
Your Booklover will intimately relate to this book-reverent tale, because it is as antiquated and quaint as the horse-drawn wagon from which Roger sells his treasures. Today’s focus on instant messaging and publisher’s concern for profits over quality has perhaps made book-loving a relic of the past. But don’t worry, your Book lover, if they are anything like me, is happy to be a dinosaur.
The Haunted Bookshop is a sequel to Parnassus on Wheels. Roger Mifflin and Helen McGill, now wedded, have opened a bookstore in Brooklyn called Parnassus at Home (not The Haunted Bookshop, as the the title seems to hint).
The time is shortly after WWI, and President Woodrow Wilson is soon to sail for Europe to craft the settlement that will create the League of Nations. Into Parnassus at Home enters Aubry Gilbert, a young advertising man, Titania Chapman, a rich debutante sent to work there by her father to learn some life skills, and a disappearing and reappearing copy of Carlyle’s Oliver Cromwell. The book is a bit of a love story, a bit of a thriller, and mostly a paean to books and reading. Roger himself is, once again, an adorable character, if sometimes long-winded on his favorite subject — books, of course.
Why the “Haunted Bookshop” – here’s a quote that will explain:
…that’s why I call this place the Haunted Bookshop. Haunted by the ghosts of books I haven’t read. Poor uneasy spirits, they walk and walk around me. There’s only one way to lay the ghost of a book, and that is to read it.
Booklovers will salivate over the descriptions of Roger’s cluttered but cozy secondhand bookstore and his fire-lit sitting room lined with his most cherished volumes.
My copies have these lovely illustrations –
There are many wonderful editions out there – so start your search now. I won’t judge if you obtain copies for yourself as well. As Henry Ward Beecher said:
When is human nature so weak as in a bookstore?
My Gift for You
I know you’ve just finished off the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers and you’re still languishing in the post-feast euphoria..
But guess what folks?
December begins tomorrow.
Perhaps you’re stuck for gift ideas — but never fear, Book Barmy is here!
I’ve decided my gift to you – my faithful readers — will be ….
Twelve Days of Book Barmy Gift Ideas
Beginning tomorrow I will post ideas for books, bookish things and literary swag to delight every type of reader on your list – from the Romantic to the Cook – and all those in between. I know your gift list is chock full of friends and family who are just as barmy about books as we are.
So stay tuned. And relax … I’ve got your back.
A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
Upon opening A Fine Balance, this Balzac epigraph accuses the reader:
“…after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well”.
As we head off to share Thanksgiving meals with loved ones – I can’t help but think of those who are not safe, warm or well-fed at this holiday — (yes, I’m just that much fun, be sure to invite me to you next dinner party). Wisely, I keep these thoughts to myself and quietly plot my charity giving for the holidays.
Actually, Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because it’s all about the food, friends and loved ones. But my point (and I do have one, I promise) is that when approaching the abundances of the holidays, I always remember this book, which has stuck with me since I read it almost 10 years ago.
A Fine Balance is one of the finest novels I’ve ever read. Overstatement? Not at all. Simply superb, the beauty and humor of this book is matched only by the awfulness and arbitrariness of life — a “fine balance”. This is a novel that instantly absorbs the reader. Preoccupied with the characters — Ishvar, Om, and Dina, — I cried for them, cheered them and still remember them to this day.
The novel takes place in India during the mid-1970s under Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi’s “State of Emergency”. (Obviously, this is before her assassination and after reading this book, perhaps we know why.) The book tells the story of a group of Indian citizens- two tailors, a student and a widow, as they struggle through their lives, how their fates entwined, how their initial distrust for each other blossoms into family of friendship.
Through their encounters, Mr. Mistry shows us the political arena of the time– how bribery and graft prevailed throughout the economy, how political propaganda was staged and how commoners suffered under the “City Beautification Program”.
Mr. Mistry makes no allowances for the western reader and forces us to view India without the rose-colored tint of British teas and painted elephants.
You’ll shake your head at the social issues that plagued India and some which are still evident today, the hopelessness of a caste system, begging as a “profession”, the pavement dwellers, the huge gulf between the rich and poor, how population control programs cruelly spun out of control and how shantytown people lived under the mercy of local rulers. One particular trade that struck me was hair-collecting…you just have to read the book.
OK, I can see you saying this book is not for me, a depressing read if there ever was one. But trust me fellow readers, A Fine Balance is not that. There is much pain and yet much joy in this novel. It shows us there is inherent beauty in just being alive and how our bonds with those we love deliver riches beyond compare. Read this book – you will be changed.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, hug your loved ones and appreciate the bounty of our lives – we are the lucky ones.
Comfort Reads
In times of trouble I turn to comfort reading. You know what I mean — books where the problems are understandable, humans are mostly kind to one another and much is resolved over a nice cup of tea.
First, a few requirements, these comfort books must be well written, the stories well developed and the characters multidimensional. No insipid chick-lit or light romance for me (not that there’s anything wrong with that…).
In case you too, are feeling a bit down during these sad days, here are some suggestions. These are my favorite comfortable read authors… many of whom I keep on my shelves to re-read when I’m gloomy.
Joanna Trollope writes sparklingly readable novels often centered around the nuances and dilemmas of life in present-day England. She is witty, with a truly acute ear for dialogue. Her novels are never long enough for me. I have read most all her novels — some more than once, because she makes me laugh, think and also sometimes groan, at the complexities of modern life. Her novels take modern life head on; divorce, errant children, flawed friendships and fallen expectations – but all woven with great human resilience. Recommended: A Village Affair
Marcia Willett is a veddy veddy English author. Her settings are a major pleasure in reading her books — cottages or large manor homes in the English countryside. Her plots revolve around the emotional pull of families and friends. Her characters are always interesting. The families are complicated, but loved. Friends are irritating, but cherished. Secrets are revealed in aga-heated kitchens with a pot of tea and fresh baked crumpets. Recommended: A Week in Winter
I’ve mentioned Bill Bryson before here at Book Barmy, but I turn to him to cheer me up as I snicker, snort and laugh out loud at his writing. My favorite are his wonderfully descriptive travel books – from hiking the Appalachian Trail to traveling in middle American. Mr. Bryson is a smart writer who has a knack of seeing the wry humor in just about everything. He is also a traveler’s travel writer — not content to follow well-worn tourist locations, but instead visits the obscure and calls out the wacky with often hysterical results. Recommended: Neither Here Nor There
Elizabeth Berg. A recent author discovery for me. I found a book of hers in one of those little free libraries up in Lake Tahoe. Opened the book that evening and fell in headfirst, finishing it the next evening. When I came home, I discovered I had several of her books languishing on my shelves, given to me by friends and my sister. I had shied away, categorizing her as “woman’s lit”, which I often find trying. But based on my good experience, I read through another one (sending it on to you Connie) and am almost through a third. I wholly agree with Andre Dubus who said “Berg writes with humor and a big heart about resilience, loneliness, love, and hope. And the transcendence that redeems.” Woman’s lit, certainly, but with intelligence, depth and heavenly writing. Recommended: The Year of Pleasures.
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So, maybe it’s time to turn off the news, pull the curtains, light a fire in the fireplace, grab your favorite afghan and cuddle in with one of these comfort reads. Shut the world away for a bit.
When Books Went to War by Molly Guptill Manning
Unlike my previous post, where I talked about books that didn’t meet my expectations, this book totally surprised me.
I picked up When Books Went to War as a gift for my mother (sorry Mom, now you know…) and thought I’d have no interest in reading it. Mom reads more history than I do, especially WWII which she experienced as a young girl on the home front.
One evening, cuddled into my reading nook, I idly picked it up and started skimming – still thinking it wouldn’t appeal. But before I knew it, I was several chapters in, fascinated by the idea, creation, distribution and importance of Armed Services Editions (ASEs) paperback books.
The idea was conceived by a wartime government entity- delightfully named The Council on Books in Wartime. Their slogan was “Books are weapons in the war of ideas”. Prior to this, private citizens were asked to donate books for the troops, but the effort proved disastrous as citizens unloaded books they didn’t want. Additionally, this was before paperbacks had been fully embraced by either the publishers or the reading public. The many donated hard backs proved unwieldy for use other than in military hospital libraries or training facilities. No one had figured out how to print small, lightweight books that could be carried by infantry soldiers into the battle trenches.
When Books Went to War tells the fascinating story of how a few publishers employed the Reader Digest magazine printers to produce these small and invaluable volumes. I learned how they used the two-up method — where two books were printed on one page. Because of this, printers staff had the tedious job of counting pages, words and characters in order to match similarly sized books. Given paper rationing, every page was used and an initial run had the typeface so small, they were impossible to read. But after these few initial failures – the ASEs were born.
The book is interspersed with letters from the soldiers at the front – there’s a brilliant description of the daily rigors of an infantryman to letters of thanks from soldiers who eagerly awaited the ASEs.
I want to say thanks a million for one of the best deals in the Army – your Armed Services Editions. Whenever we get them they are as welcome as a letter from home. They are as popular as pin-up girls – especially over here where we just couldn’t get books so easily, if it weren’t for your edition.
Private W.R.W and the Gang
The best chapter in the book is called Grab a Book, Joe and Keep Goin’. The chapter title refers to the rule that when the books arrived, and the soldiers lined up the pick out a book, they had to just pick one and quickly move on. They would trade them around later. This was to facilitate the very long ASE lines — much longer than the line for cigarettes. These books filled many long lonely hours for soldiers.
There are many delightful tidbits – who would guess that A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was the most popular ASE? And that hundreds of tough soldiers in foxholes wrote thank you letters to author Betty Smith (she answered every one). Like me, you may choke up to learn that when men had to jettison items from their packs to save weight, they never discarded their books.
Towards the end of the war and after, the US continued to distribute these books to both to servicemen and, later, to European civilians who were starved for reading material. The appendix lists just a fraction of the banned authors who books were banned and burned in Germany and German-occupied countries during the war.
The other appendix of this book is so fascinating I may have to keep this book (only kidding, Mom) as it lists every ASE published in date order, by series (A-B-C etc.) and issued number. Classics, short stories, humor, essays, now-forgotten popular authors, many sports books and even a few science and mathematics books show up. Nothing dumbed-down here. Would it be the same today, if there were a similar program? To read through this listing of titles is a wonderful glimpse into the reading and publishing tastes of the time. Not to mention, some of the ASE authors are the same as those on the banned book list.
When Books Went to War is an important cultural history; but it is also vastly readable, interesting and well researched.
If you love books, are interested in World War II and want to remember a time when Americans (and government) worked together for a common goal, read this book.
I wanted to see what an ASE looked like – here’s what I found for sale on Ebay. Click to see full-size.
Abandoned Books…
Abandoned books? I know, appalling for someone who’s barmy about books. But I admit it, I sometimes don’t finish books – even those well-reviewed best sellers thrust upon me by bookish friends or praised by other book bloggers. And it’s happening more and more often as I get older — you know the so little time, so many books theory. The 50 page rule prevails — I’ll give any book at least 50 pages before I put it down…sometimes more. This cold rejection of an author’s herculean effort always tears me apart a little bit. But, I’ve been told I’m too sensitive. So I’ll just pull up my big girl panties and give you a rundown of the books I’ve abandoned recently.
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The Little Paris Bookshop: This just seemed the perfect book for me. What’s not to embrace? A bookshop on a boat — in Paris — and just look at that cover. But I found it just too whimsical and sticky-sweet. I struggled on, actually reaching chapter 28 – as the bookshop owner pilots his boat away from its long-time berth in Paris. But, just as the bookshop/boat meanders down the Seine, so too the plot – to the point where I practically fell into a sugar-laced coma.
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I eagerly opened Wild wanting the adventure it advertised, a broken hearted woman sets off, totally unprepared, to hike the Pacific Coast Trail. I read ten chapters into this one, but I found her grief unbelievably extreme, so raw she seemed broken beyond what a hike (or sex along the way) could solve. Her lack of emotional maturity, simply put — bored me. N.B. The author has written the complete opposite of a book, Dear Sugar which I am dipping into and so far, I’m very moved by it, so stay tuned.
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I place Carlos Ruiz Zafon’s first book The Shadow of the Wind on my list of all time favorite books. Set in a Barcelona bookstore with many secrets, I lost myself in that novel for many days. So, I had expectations that the second book in this series – The Angel’s Game – would carry on the magic. But this book is dark and very different with weird supernatural elements. I read through pages of violence and disturbing psychological ugliness. It seemed the author was angry with this writing – as he punches the reader with unresolved hard truths and unflinching observations. In the end, what made me quit reading, was the many, many characters (and some with multiple personae) — I just got plain confused. I was never sure what was going on in the convoluted story line and kept having to flip back and forth to see if I could figure out which character was which. So with a slight headache, I took an aspirin and went to bed without a backward glance.
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I’ve had Nothing Daunted for several years now and keep doggedly trying to get through it. Just read this blurb:
The acclaimed and captivating true story of two restless society girls who left their affluent lives to “rough it” as teachers in the wilds of Colorado in 1916.
The reviews were wonderful, I was hearing about this book everywhere. And you got to love the cover, with before and after photos of the actual subjects? The introduction is just as enticing, as the author describes coming across a folder of her mother’s forgotten letters from this adventurous time in Colorado. The author has penned an historical work, which is comprehensive, but not compelling enough to keep this reader enthralled. The landscape of the area and time period are well written. But there is no emotion written into this account and the characters are one-dimensional. The author had to obviously imagine parts of the story, why not insert some emotions as well? Sadly, as exciting as these two women’s personal experiences must have been – their story suffers from a dull and dry telling. Like ordering a beautifully described, but disappointing meal in a restaurant, I finally gave up and put it aside unfinished.
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I read The Dinner by Dutch writer Herman Koch, when it was a bestseller. It’s a masterfully crafted psychological novel with the evil incident revealing itself largely by dialogue around a restaurant dinner. (Read it – it will grab you and not let you go.) So, once again I had expectations of a similar read with his second book Summer House with Swimming Pool. What happened to Mr. Koch’s writing? Where is his craft? This book, written entirely in the third person, lacked any plot as of five chapters in and the main character, whose revolting thoughts and dreary ramblings we must endure, is entirely unlikable. With The Dinner, the reader could relate and even empathize with the protective parents. This follow-up has none of that soul or depth. It is almost as if Mr. Koch dusted off one of his earlier writing attempts and the publisher ran with it.
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I had great hope for this glowingly reviewed memoir wherein a woman adopts and trains a Goshawk for falconry. (I had my own, albeit limited, experience helping injured hawks back to the wild — but that’s another post). Mabel, the hawk and her training is said to be a remedy for the death of her father, but that connection is never fully developed or understood. Why a mean-spirited hawk – why not a kitten or a dog? Ms. MacDonald started to loose me as she details her poor raptor’s “training” in a tiny apartment with some less than humane activities. H is for Hawk has some beautiful writing, especially when Mable’s training moves out into the open British countryside. But, I set the book aside and let it gather dust when Ms. MacDonald’s writing became tedious over her obsession with the deceased author (and even more heartless falconer) T.H. White.
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I loaded Hausfrau onto my Kindle for our trip to Switzerland, as it takes place in and around Zurich. So I settled in to read about a bored ex-pat housewife coping with a new culture as I traveled through the same country. Anna is privileged, bored and frustrated. She takes no interest in her husband or his work. Her mother-in-law cares for her house and children. Anna (even after 9 years) hasn’t bothered to learn the language or tried to assimilate. She can find no redeeming qualities in the Swiss culture or people. So naturally, she turns to meaningless sex with a series of English-speaking men. (Even the sex scenes were boring). An Anna Karenina character, but without class. That’s when I closed the book — but only after I’d mentally slapped her.
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There you go, my pile of abandoned books, most of which were gladly donated to the library. Let them find a reader who will appreciate them and give them rave reviews.
Not to worry, I’m into some great reading with nothing abandoned for now.
What books could you not finish?