The month so far: NF November and #NovNov23

First of all, today was clock switching day for us in the U.S., which always discombobulates me a little bit. In the fall, when we “fall back,” the discombobulation is all positive. I get an extra hour! Yay!

So far, I’ve read two novellas and finished on non-fiction book:

Hell's Half Acre: The Untold Story of the Benders, America's First Serial Killer FamilyHell's Half Acre: The Untold Story of the Benders, America's First Serial Killer Family
by Susan Jonusas
Rating: ★★★
Publication Date: March 1, 2022
Genre: non-fiction
Pages: 345
ReRead?: No
Project: non-fiction november

A suspense filled tale of murder on the American frontier—shedding new light on a family of serial killers in Kansas, whose horrifying crimes gripped the attention of a nation still reeling from war.

In 1873 the people of Labette County, Kansas made a grisly discovery. Buried by a trailside cabin beneath an orchard of young apple trees were the remains of countless bodies. Below the cabin itself was a cellar stained with blood. The Benders, the family of four who once resided on the property were nowhere to be found. The discovery sent the local community and national newspapers into a frenzy that continued for decades, sparking an epic manhunt for the Benders.

The idea that a family of seemingly respectable homesteaders—one among the thousands relocating farther west in search of land and opportunity after the Civil War—were capable of operating "a human slaughter pen" appalled and fascinated the nation. But who the Benders really were, why they committed such a vicious killing spree and whether justice ever caught up to them is a mystery that remains unsolved to this day. Set against the backdrop of postbellum America, Hell’s Half-Acre explores the environment capable of allowing such horrors to take place. Drawing on extensive original archival material, Susan Jonusas introduces us to a fascinating cast of characters, many of whom have been previously missing from the story. Among them are the families of the victims, the hapless detectives who lost the trail, and the fugitives that helped the murderers escape.

Hell’s Half-Acre is a journey into the turbulent heart of nineteenth century America, a place where modernity stalks across the landscape, violently displacing existing populations and building new ones. It is a world where folklore can quickly become fact and an entire family of criminals can slip through a community’s fingers, only to reappear in the most unexpected of places.


I liked this one, but I didn’t love it because there was something missing for me. I think it’s probably just the basic reality that there weren’t a lot of sources available to the author, so some of it felt like speculation, and it felt incomplete. There wasn’t much meat on the bones; I don’t really feel like I know a lot more than I would have from reading a long form article in a magazine. It’s a fast read, though, and is entertaining enough to keep me turning pages.

In PatagoniaIn Patagonia
by Bruce Chatwin
Rating: ★★★½
Publication Date: January 1, 1977
Genre: travel and geography
Pages: 199
ReRead?: No
Project: non-fiction november

An exhilarating look at a place that still retains the exotic mystery of a far-off, unseen land, Bruce Chatwin’s exquisite account of his journey through Patagonia teems with evocative descriptions, remarkable bits of history, and unforgettable anecdotes. Fueled by an unmistakable lust for life and adventure and a singular gift for storytelling, Chatwin treks through “the uttermost part of the earth”— that stretch of land at the southern tip of South America, where bandits were once made welcome—in search of almost forgotten legends, the descendants of Welsh immigrants, and the log cabin built by Butch Cassidy. An instant classic upon its publication in 1977, In Patagonia is a masterpiece that has cast a long shadow upon the literary world.


My second non-fiction this month is shelved on Goodreads under multiple categories: travel, non-fiction, history, adventure, memoir, biography, nature. All of them fit, and, really, none of them fit. A favorite – and overused – descriptor of book reviewers is “genre busting.” Yeah, it fits here. There’s also a fair amount of mythologizing happening in this book, I think. How much of the information about Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is based in fact? No idea. I’m reminded, just a little bit, of A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor, although I found Fermor quite a bit more charming than I found Chatwin.

Patagonia is an odd place, though, and the thing that I did like about this book is that I feel like it did justice to the oddness. It is a place that was repeatedly colonized, and Chatwin introduces the reader to many of the different cultures that are represented there, and the effect that the geography is having upon the individuals involved. I’m not sure that a book like this would be published today, in our era of sensitivity to colonialism. The indigenous people of Patagonia are not entirely absent, but a lot more time was spent with the settlers. I kept thinking about Agatha Christie’s character Arthur Hasting and his foray into “the Argentine” as a cattle rancher, and, as well, the former Nazis who fled to South America at the end of WWII.

I don’t think I’ll be reading more by Chatwin, I didn’t enjoy this enough to make me seek out more of his books. I am reminded, though, that I want to read the other two books in Fermor’s trilogy of travel memoirs: Between the Woods and the Water and The Broken Road: from the Iron Gates to Mount Athos.

Maigret Defends HimselfMaigret Defends Himself
by Georges Simenon
Translated from: French
Rating: ★★★★
Series: Inspector Maigret #63
Publication Date: January 1, 1964
Genre: mystery: silver age (1950-1979)
Pages: 160
ReRead?: No
Project: inspector maigret

For the first time in his career Inspector Maigret receives written summons to the Prefect's office where he learns that he has been accused of assaulting a young woman. With his career and reputation on the line, Maigret must fight to prove his innocence.

Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret on the Defensive.


I have ready so many of Simenon’s Maigret mysteries over the last couple of years. This is a later Maigret (number 63, which really just seems nuts that someone could write 63 books using the same character), published in the 1960’s. Maigret is 3 years shy of the French mandatory retirement age of 55, which makes him 52 years old. It feels like Maigret was around 50 years old at the start of the series 33 years earlier, in 1931. Apparently, Simenon wasn’t particularly interested in character growth.

This is a bit of an odd one, although admittedly, I feel like I often close a Maigret and mutter to myself “well, this was a bit of an odd one.” This is probably a testament to Simenon’s skill as an author, that I don’t feel like his stories are formulaic. We are in Paris for the entirety of this book, and Maigret is investigating . . . himself. Someone is trying to set him up, and he has to figure out why. At a slender 160 pages, this was my first novella of #NovNov23.

FosterFoster
by Claire Keegan
Rating: ★★★★½
Publication Date: January 1, 2007
Genre: fiction, novella
Pages: 128
ReRead?: No
Project: #novnov

Claire Keegan's piercing contemporary classic Foster is a heartbreaking story of childhood, loss, and love; now released as a standalone book for the first time ever in the US

It is a hot summer in rural Ireland. A child is taken by her father to live with relatives on a farm, not knowing when or if she will be brought home again. In the Kinsellas' house, she finds an affection and warmth she has not known and slowly, in their care, begins to blossom. But there is something unspoken in this new household--where everything is so well tended to--and this summer must soon come to an end.


This was definitely the standout book of the week for me. Keegan has two novellas that I’m planning to read this month – this one and Small Things Like These. She is a beautifully economical writer, and Foster was compelling, sad, and impactful. A perfect gem of a book, without a word out of place, it gave me all of the feels.

When I read a book by an Irish author, I always want to read more books by Irish authors.

A Katherine May Duology

Enchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious AgeEnchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious Age
by Katherine May
Rating: ★★★½
Publication Date: February 28, 2023
Genre: essays, non-fiction
Pages: 212
ReRead?: No

From the New York Times-bestselling author of Wintering, an invitation to rediscover the feelings of awe and wonder available to us all.

Many of us feel trapped in a grind of constant change: rolling news cycles, the chatter of social media, our families split along partisan lines. We feel fearful and tired, on edge in our bodies, not quite knowing what has us perpetually depleted. For Katherine May, this low hum of fatigue and anxiety made her wonder what she was missing. Could there be a different way to relate to the world, one that would allow her to feel more rested and at ease, even as seismic changes unfold on the planet? Might there be a way for all of us to move through life with curiosity and tenderness, sensitized to the subtle magic all around?

In Enchantment, May invites the reader to come with her on a journey to reawaken our innate sense of wonder and awe. With humor, candor, and warmth, she shares stories of her own struggles with work, family, and the aftereffects of pandemic, particularly feelings of overwhelm as the world rushes to reopen. Craving a different way to live, May begins to explore the restorative properties of the natural world, moving through the elements of earth, water, fire, and air and identifying the quiet traces of magic that can be found only when we look for them. Through deliberate attention and ritual, she unearths the potency and nourishment that come from quiet reconnection with our immediate environment. Blending lyricism and storytelling, sensitivity and empathy, Enchantment invites each of us to open the door to human experience in all its sensual complexity, and to find the beauty waiting for us there.


Enchantment by Katherine May is my second book by Ms. May, which I checked out from the library earlier this year when it was published in February. Like Wintering, it’s a bit difficult to pigeonhole, being a memoir, a book of essays, and, as well, a bit of straight up science writing. Unfortunately, it didn’t resonate with me quite so well as May’s first book, which I read back in 2022.

WinteringWintering
by Katherine May
Rating: ★★★★
Publication Date: November 10, 2020
Genre: memoir, non-fiction
Pages: 241
ReRead?: No

Sometimes you slip through the cracks: unforeseen circumstances like an abrupt illness, the death of a loved one, a break up, or a job loss can derail a life. These periods of dislocation can be lonely and unexpected. For May, her husband fell ill, her son stopped attending school, and her own medical issues led her to leave a demanding job. Wintering explores how she not only endured this painful time, but embraced the singular opportunities it offered.

A moving personal narrative shot through with lessons from literature, mythology, and the natural world, May’s story offers instruction on the transformative power of rest and retreat. Illumination emerges from many sources: solstice celebrations and dormice hibernation, C.S. Lewis and Sylvia Plath, swimming in icy waters and sailing arctic seas.

Ultimately Wintering invites us to change how we relate to our own fallow times. May models an active acceptance of sadness and finds nourishment in deep retreat, joy in the hushed beauty of winter, and encouragement in understanding life as cyclical, not linear. A secular mystic, May forms a guiding philosophy for transforming the hardships that arise before the ushering in of a new season.


There was something about this book that really worked for me – I think there was a bit of serendipity in my decision to read it. I was, myself, in a bit of a difficult time, experiencing a period of dislocation. It was the tail end of the pandemic, and work was really getting me down. Things were pretty miserable, I was pretty miserable, it was the dead of winter (literally and figuratively – it was January, 2022) and I stumbled onto the book.

I wish that I had read it ten years ago. Maybe even twenty years ago. This would have been difficult, because of course, it wasn’t published until 2020, but nonetheless, May’s open acknowledgment that some years are light and some years are dark, but both are normal, was an extraordinary insight that I had somehow avoided making on my own. I’m very GenX – I’m a buck up. shut up and get it done sort of person. But, of course, there are times when all of the bucking up, shutting up, and getting it done don’t really make me feel any better. Sure – I feel better about the thing that was the issue, but that doesn’t mean that the issue has gone away.

A good example of this was my career, from which I am now retired. There were years when I was able to handle the stress, manage my caseload with aplomb, get my work done and support my colleagues. And then there were years when I pretended that I was able to do all of those thing, but underneath, I was a frigging mess. It would have helped me, personally, to be able to offer myself some grace when things were bad. Maybe I wouldn’t have burned out. More likely, I would still have burned out, because my work eventually burns out everyone, but I would have been kinder to myself along the way.

So, of the two, Wintering was the one that worked for me better, although I liked both of them.

A Fever in the Heartland by Timothy Egan

A Fever in the Heartland: the Ku Klux Klan's Plot to Take Over America, and the Woman Who Stopped ThemA Fever in the Heartland: the Ku Klux Klan's Plot to Take Over America, and the Woman Who Stopped Them
by Timothy Egan
Rating: ★★★★½
Publication Date: April 4, 2023
Genre: non-fiction
Pages: 432
ReRead?: No

A historical thriller by the Pulitzer and National Book Award-winning author that tells the riveting story of the Klan's rise to power in the 1920s, the cunning con man who drove that rise, and the woman who stopped them.

The Roaring Twenties--the Jazz Age--has been characterized as a time of Gatsby frivolity. But it was also the height of the uniquely American hate group, the Ku Klux Klan. Their domain was not the old Confederacy, but the Heartland and the West. They hated Blacks, Jews, Catholics and immigrants in equal measure, and took radical steps to keep these people from the American promise. And the man who set in motion their takeover of great swaths of America was a charismatic charlatan named D.C. Stephenson.

Stephenson was a magnetic presence whose life story changed with every telling. Within two years of his arrival in Indiana, he’d become the Grand Dragon of the state and the architect of the strategy that brought the group out of the shadows – their message endorsed from the pulpits of local churches, spread at family picnics and town celebrations. Judges, prosecutors, ministers, governors and senators across the country all proudly proclaimed their membership. But at the peak of his influence, it was a seemingly powerless woman – Madge Oberholtzer – who would reveal his secret cruelties, and whose deathbed testimony finally brought the Klan to their knees.


This is my second non-fiction book by Timothy Egan. I previously read The Worst Hard Time, published all the way back 2005, although I didn’t read it until 2021. It won the National Book Award for Non-Fiction, and tells the story of the dust storms on the High Plains during the darkest years of the Great Depression in the United States. I absolutely loved it, and have recommended it to many readers since I finished it.

Fever in the Heartland: The Ku Klux Klan’s Plot To Take Over America, and the Woman Who Stopped Them is Egan’s most recent book, published this year in April. It shares a focus on the geographic center of the U.S. with The Worst Hard Time, but that’s really where the similarities end. In many ways, Fever in the Heartland is a work of narrative non-fiction, politics and true crime, all mixed together. It is a deeply disturbing book, that has a lot to say about authoritarianism and racism, and how the two of them have been used by irredeemably awful people to seek and consolidate power.

The Ku Klux Klan is, without question, an organization of unremitting evil. It’s shocking – today – to realize that they operated with near total impunity in many parts of the United States for decades, in total control of all elements of the community: business, government, and religious.

“No one can deny that the United States is a white Protestant country,” wrote the Fiery Cross, the weekly newspaper of the Indiana Klan. Stephenson’s press organ was filled with scare stories of those seeking to find a home in a new land. “We receive at our ports of immigration an ignorant and disreputable omnium-gatherum of scorbutic and vicious spawn, people who possess neither blood nor brain, unclean and uncomprehending foes of American ideals.” The governor of Georgia, Clifford Walker, told a Klan rally in 1924 that the United States should “build a wall of steel, a wall as high as heaven” against immigrants.”

The means always justified the ends, and the ends, for them, was nothing less than total domination of the American political system. The primary villain at the heart of the book was a man named D.C. Stephenson. Stephenson was utterly depraved: a murderous, sexually assaultive libertine who would cross any line in order to gain and maintain status, wealth and power.

He discovered that if he said something often enough, no matter how untrue, people would believe it. Small lies were for the timid. The key to telling a big lie was to do it with conviction.

The events in the book occur in Indiana, which was called the “most Southern” of the Northern States, a place where, as the book explains, the Ku Klux Klan was so deeply embedded in the communities, that:

“Our investigation has shown that Stephenson forced a super oath” on public officials, said Adams. “This super oath was greater than the oath of constitutional authority.” The Republican Party was outraged—not at the disclosures of Stephenson’s web of graft, but at the press for reporting it. This journalism was the work of Jews, party officials implied. Clyde A. Walb, the Republican Party state chairman, said a syndicate of international bankers was trying to bring down the GOP in Indiana.

The incident that finally brings down Stephenson is not for the faint of heart – what occurs to the woman of the subtitle is horrific.

From my perspective, the thing that I find most chilling about the book was the ease with which the Americans who considered themselves decent, upstanding, even (maybe especially) Christian people were persuaded to join a group that was built upon hatred. They were convinced of conspiracy theories, and they abandoned their principles without a backward glance to grant power to terrible men because they believed that the benefit to them was worth it.

“Isn’t it strange that with all our educational advantages,” noted the Hoosier writer Meredith Nicholson, so many “Indiana citizens could be induced to pay $10 for the privilege of hating their neighbors and wearing a sheet?” To D. C. Stephenson, it wasn’t strange at all. Steve’s 1922 epiphany in Evansville—that he could make far more money from the renewable hate of everyday white people than he could ever make as an honest businessman or a member of Congress—was brilliant. And true.

I wish that this book didn’t resonate so clearly in 2023. They say that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Egan has done a service by reminding Americans of our very recent past. If only we will heed his warning.

A Horse at Night by Amina Cain

A Horse at NightA Horse at Night
by Amina Cain
Rating: ★★★★½
Publication Date: January 1, 2022
Genre: essays
Pages: 136
ReRead?: No

A virtuosic meditation on literature and life in the tradition of Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own and William H. Gass’s On Being Blue.

“Without planning it, I wrote a diary of sorts. Lightly. A diary of fiction. Or is that not what this is?”

A series of essayistic inquiries come together to form a sustained meditation on writers and their works, on the spaces of reading and writing fiction, and how these spaces take shape inside a life. Driven by primary questions of authenticity and freedom in the shadow of ecological and social collapse, A Horse at Night: On Writing moves associatively through a personal canon of authors—including Marguerite Duras, Elena Ferrante, Renee Gladman, and Virginia Woolf—and topics as timely and various as female friendships, zazen meditation, neighborhood coyotes, landscape painting, book titles, and the politics of excess. Amina Cain’s first nonfiction book is an individual reckoning with the contemporary moment and a quietly brilliant contribution to the lineage of Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own or William H. Gass’s On Being Blue, books that are virtuosic arguments for—and beautiful demonstrations of—the essential unity of writing and life.


I checked this out from my library because was mentioned on one of my favorite Podcasts – The Mookse and the Gripes – by one of the hosts. I had never heard of the author, but when I did a search of the digital collection for NYRB classics, this one popped up.

What a lovely little book. I love books about books and reading, and this one really hit those notes for me. Cain talks about several books that have been really meaningful to her, in what feels like a very off-the-cuff, free ranging way. Some of the books I haven’t read; some of them, I have. She’s a fan of Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend – that’s one I haven’t read – but she also talks about Lolly Willowes, which I have read.

The book is much broader than just reminiscing and analyzing books that she has read, though. She also talks about her own writing, and other more general topics.

Here are a few quotes that I found worthy of highlighting:

To be in favor of solitude is not to be against community or friendship or love. It’s not that being alone is better, just that without the experience of it we block ourselves from discovering something enormously beneficial, perhaps even vital, to selfhood. Who are you when you are not a friend, a partner, a lover, a sibling, a parent, a child?

IN THE LAST YEAR I’VE BECOME fixated on the idea of authenticity. This is partly because I feel at times I have lost sight of my authentic self, and I want more than anything to come close to it again, or at least to feel close to it. For me, authenticity means that how I act and what I say and how I actually feel around others is aligned, that I am connected to myself and to another person at the same time. I want my writing to be authentic too, for every sentence to reach toward honesty and meaning.

There is also the issue of interference, distraction. What part of the self browses the Internet? What is that self trying to get to? I admit that I look online a lot when I am writing. I check my email, look at Twitter or Instagram, and then I look at clothes. I don’t know if my writing has suffered because of this, is simply different than it would have been without these interruptions, or if my writing is able to come through no matter what.

If any of that appeals to you, this slender memoir/essay/meditation might be something you would enjoy!

Novellas in November

Time to talk about the other reading event of November: #NovNov23, also known as “Novellas in November,” hosted by Bookish Beck and Cathy746Books. This yearly event focuses on shorter books – no more than 200 pages.

I must admit that I do not gravitate to the novella. I am a big fan of the door stopper. The tome. The over-700-pages long commitment. But, every once in a while – especially in November – it’s fun to focus on books that are a bit crisper and more concise.

I have searched my shelves for some books that are under 200 pages, and have come up with a few:

  • Maigret. Basically all of Georges Simenon Maigret mysteries are under 200 pages. I have three checked out from my library right now, which is convenient.
  • Lucy Gayheart by Willa Cather. Technically, my edition is 208 pages, but I’m going to consider it a novella in any case.
  • A Season of Migration to the North by Tayib Salih. This one is only 138 pages. I will be reading the NYRB Classics edition.
  • Return of the Soldier by Rebecca West. This has been on my TBR for years. It’s only 112 pages; interestingly, another book by West – Black Lamb, Grey Falcon – may be the longest book lingering on my TBR, at 1181 pages.
  • Passing by Nella Larson. This slender volume was published in 1929.
  • Penric’s Demon by Louise McMaster Bujold. All of the books in Bujold’s Penric series are novellas. I have read none of them, but they have been on my radar for a while.

I’m sure that I have other novella length books to choose from, but this is a solid start.

 

NF November Week 1: My Year in Non-Fiction

I’m going to try to post a few reviews of some of my NF reads for this year throughout the month, but to get started, here is an overview of all of the NF I have read throughout 2023 so far. The titles link to my review (if there is one) or to the Goodreads page for the book:

While 12 books (out of 160) isn’t a very high percentage, this is actually a lot of non-fiction compared to most years, since I am heavily weighted towards fiction in my usual reading.

A Longlist of Books for NF November

I have been gathering potential titles for Non-fiction November. Some of them have long been in my library, or on my TBR, some are new additions. There is no way that I will read all of them, but these are the books I am selecting from:

Travel/geography:

I read Paul Theroux’s Deep South and Robert Macfarlane’s The Old Ways earlier this year & really enjoyed both of them. These two books have been on my personal TBR for a number of years.

  • The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen: I own a copy of the Penguin Classics edition of this book and actually started reading it last year, but got sidetracked very quickly.
  • In Patagonia by Bruce Chatwin: I think that this book may have made it onto my TBR from listening to Backlisted. If my memory serves, one of the hosts mentioned it in their episode on Utz, by Bruce Chatwin.
  • Shadow of the Silk Road by Colin Thubron: I was really interested in Thubron’s In Siberia, but that one wasn’t available, so I checked out this one, instead. For reasons I don’t entirely understand, the Silk Road looms large in my imagination.

Books about Books or Authors:

  • Liz’s recent post about Portable Magic: A History of Books and Their Readers by Emma Smith completely sold me on this one, so I checked it out of my library.
  • The Adventures of Miss Barbara Pym by Paula Byrne: this one is quite a doorstopper, at 686 pages long, so it’s not a likely choice. Nonetheless, one of the weekly prompts is to pair a fiction with a non-fiction book, and this would be a great choice to pair with one of Pym’s novels that I haven’t yet read.
  • No One Round Here Reads Tolstoy by Mark Hodkinson: the bookish memoir is one of my favorite types of non-fiction.

Social Non-Fiction:

  • The Secret History of Home Economics by Danielle Dreilinger: I can’t remember where I stumbled on this one, but I was intrigued, so I checked it out of my library.
  • Dopesick by Beth Macy: I have read several books about the opioid crisis, but I, somehow, haven’t read this one. I also haven’t watched the adaptation.

True Crime:

  • Homegrown: Timothy McVeigh and the Rise of Right Wing Extremism by Jeffrey Toobin: I really loved Fever in the Heartland, which I read earlier this year, and this came up as an also read on Goodreads, so I decided to try it.
  • Evidence of Things Seen by Sarah Weinman: my primary knowledge of Sarah Weinman comes from her work as an editor – she edited the Library of America editions of Women Crime Writers of the 1930’s and 1940’s. I own both of them as digital editions, and have enjoyed the mysteries that I’ve read from them.
  • Hell’s Half-Acre by Susan Jonasus: this one has been on my radar for a while, and it was available at my library, so I grabbed it.

Memoir & Essays

  • These Precious Days by Ann Patchett: Patchett’s bookstore in Nashville in on my bucket list of bookstores to visit. If she talks (or writes), I will listen.

That’s enough to keep me busy for a handful of Novembers, so I’ll stop there.

Non-fiction November

I have read more than my usual amount of non-fiction this year – over the next few days, I may post some reviews/thoughts about what I’ve previously read, especially since we are heading into Non-fiction November.

I’ve participated in Non-fiction November in the past by reading books, but after reviewing the announcement post from She Seeks Non-Fiction, one of the hosts, I see that there is more to it than that! There are also weekly writing prompts contributed by the other four hosts that look like they will generate some really interesting discussion and lots of additions to my TBR! I’m extra-excited about the month at this point, and have already started thinking about what I will read – with an eye to the prompts provided.

This year’s hosts are:

Liz, who blogs at Adventures in reading, running and working from home, is an editor, transcriber, reader, reviewer, writer and runner. She likes reading literary fiction and nonfiction, travel and biography.

Frances blogs about the books she has read at Volatile Rune and is a published poet, reviewer, sometime storyteller and novelist.

Heather of Based on a True Story lives in Ohio with her husband, surrounded by lots and lots of critters!

Rebekah reads and writes about social justice, atheism, religion, science history, and more on She Seeks Nonfiction.

Last but not least, Lisa blogs at Hopewell’s Public Library of Life.

I was already familiar with Liz’s terrific blog, but the others are new to me. I’ve followed all of them, so I will get all of the forthcoming non-fiction goodness.

Non-fiction is a really broad category, encompassing a number of different types of books. I haven’t settled on my books quite yet, but I’d like to read at least 4 NF books, one each from the following subcategories: a book of essays, a memoir, something related to travel or geography, and one piece of narrative non-fiction. I also have a distinct weakness for books about books and reading and there are some author biographies on my mental tbr that may, or may not, make it into the month.

A Pair of Dean Street Press titles

It’s old news at this point, but I was so sad to hear that DSP won’t be publishing anymore titles under their Furrowed Middlebrow imprint. Fortunately, it does appear that the titles they already published are going to remain available.

Last year, Liz Dexter at Adventures in Reading spearheaded a Dean Street in December reading extravaganza, and I’m hoping that she does it again this year. I usually spend most of October reading scary books & mysteries, and this year was no different. However, for the fall Read-A-Thon, I decided to do something different and dip into my backlist of Furrowed Middlebrow titles. I was looking for some easy reading, and that seemed to be just the ticket.

I ended up finishing the first book, The Musgraves by D.E. Stevenson, and coming pretty close to finishing the second, The Snow-Woman by Stella Gibbons.

The MusgravesThe Musgraves
by D.E. Stevenson
Rating: ★★★½
Publication Date: January 1, 1960
Genre: fiction
Pages: 227
ReRead?: No
Project: a century of women

How old you can grow in three years! It is only a fraction of time but to Esther Musgrave it seemed longer than all the rest of her life put together. In three years she had become an entirely different person-or so she felt. Following the death of her beloved husband, Esther believes she will never be happy again. But soon, her "natural buoyancy" and the problems and adventures of her three daughters-difficult, unmarried Delia, cheerful and practical Margaret, and young Kate just out of school-bring her pleasure and purpose anew. The local Dramatic Club's troubled new production, the arrival of an attractive widow with a hint of scandal about her, the return of Esther's long-estranged stepson, and Kate's perilous rendezvous with a young ne'er-do-well whom Stevenson fans will recognize from her earlier bestseller The Tall Stranger -all provide drama, laughter, and joy to the reader as well as to Esther herself. First published in 1960 and set in the Cotswolds, The Musgraves is one of D.E. Stevenson's most lively and entertaining tales of family and village life. This new edition features an autobiographical sketch by the author.


D.E. Stevenson is classic comfort reading for me, which is one of the primary reasons I chose to read The Musgraves. There has never been a D.E. Stevenson book that I didn’t like, although none of them have quite lived up to the greatness of Miss Buncle’s Book for me. The Musgraves is a middling Stevenson for me, better than some, not so good as others.

I love the way that Stevenson will reintroduce characters from earlier books. This one, apparently, included a character who was a bit of a ne’er do well in The Tall Stranger, which I have not read. He is not redeemed in The Musgraves. I’m wondering if he ever gets the kick in the pants – leading to some positive character changes – in any of her later books. The Tall Stranger is available through the KU library, so I will probably pick it up at some point. I would read this one again.

The Snow-WomanThe Snow-Woman
by Stella Gibbons
Rating: ★★★★
Publication Date: January 1, 1969
Genre: fiction
Pages: 228
ReRead?: No

I suppose I was lonelier than I knew.

It's the 1960s, and Maude Barrington, now in her seventies, has kept life firmly at bay since the deaths of her three brothers in World War I. But when an unexpected visitor convinces Maude to visit old friends in France (and an old nemesis, who persistently calls her "the snow-woman"), she is brought face to face with the long-suppressed emotions, sorrows, and misunderstandings of the past. Upon her return to London, she finds her frozen life invaded by a young mother and her son (born on great aunt Dorothea's sofa, no less) who have been more or less adopted by her long-time maid Millie. And Maude finds the snow of years of bitterness beginning to melt away.

In The Snow-Woman, first published in 1969 and out of print for decades, Stella Gibbons has created one of her most complex and poignant, yet still very funny, tales-of aging, coming to terms, and rediscovering life. This new edition features an introduction by twentieth-century women's historian Elizabeth Crawford.


I have read several Stella Gibbon books, including The Woods in Winter, which I read last year during DSP December.

This is a very late Gibbons, published in 1968, but it feels like it is set much earlier than that – more in the 1940’s. This is probably because the main character has never really recovered from the death of her 3 brothers in WWI. Her life pretty much stopped in 1920, with the end of the war, and never really picked up again. She is now quite an elderly woman, having outlived most of the people she knew as a girl and a young woman.

The title is a propos, because she has been frozen in place for decades. This book is about a quite unexpected thaw, half a century later. I enjoyed it, although not quite so much as The Woods in Winter.

Change and more change

I’ve had a long break from blogging, at least in part because I’ve been handling a major life change – probably my last significant life change before I shuffle off this mortal coil, unless my husband decides to up and leave me for a sports car and a younger woman. Fingers crossed THAT doesn’t happen.

Anyway, about 5 years ago, I decided that I really needed an exit plan from my very stressful job as a criminal prosecutor handling primarily child abuse cases. I have never really talked about my work online, because I was in a public position and, also, because my job was often desperately sad. It was important, meaningful and I had a great career, but my cases were not the sort of thing that would be appropriate to share.

I semi-retired on July 3. I am still working in a legal job, but it is a very chill, part-time, contract and almost exclusively working from home position that doesn’t involve the same type of cases that I was handling before. I’m only in a courtroom one day a week, and that day is not Monday. I’m still becoming accustomed to not dragging myself out of bed five mornings a week so I can get into an office by 8:00 a.m.

Today, I slept in until 8:00 a.m.

I’ve been looking forward to, and planning intensively for, retirement for the last 5 years because I really wanted to retire early – my pension starts on my 60th birthday, which is about 30 months away. I knew that I couldn’t stay in my job that long. My stress level was through the roof, and my blood pressure was right there with it.

I’m still getting used to the change. I feel guilty if I don’t do something to productive every day. I feel like I should be working, even though my current gig doesn’t demand more than about 18 hours a week (and that’s what they pay me for, as well). I’m reading less than I expected, although I am reading a lot, because it feels so weird to spend my morning with my nose in a book. But I am also loving the ability to take off mid-week on a short trip, making a pot of soup on Wednesday morning, and being able to do all of my errands during the time that other people are in an office.

I have thought long and hard about what to do with this blog, and I’m going to stick with it for at least a year. If I find myself in a position where I don’t blog for 6 months again, I will probably move on with other projects. But I’d like to invest more time and energy into it as I figure out who I am going to be as a (semi-) retired person!