The Infinity Dreams Award

The Quirky Book Nerd was lovely enough to nominate me for The Infinity Dreams Award four weeks ago. Ungrateful prat that I am, I haven’t thanked her all this time.

To The Quirky Book Nerd: thank you so much for nominating me. I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. The Quirky Book Nerd is a wonderful blogger and reads a variety of genres and I always enjoy reading her reviews. Check out her blog here.

So the rules for The Infinity Dreams Award are:

  1. Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
  1. Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
  1. Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
  1. Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.

Eleven Facts about Me:

  1. When I was seven years old, I received a picture book about Cleopatra as a gift. It was love at first read. It astonished me that someone so intelligent and politically astute could also be so bewitching she seduced the two most powerful men of her era. The picture book sparked a Cleopatra obsession ever since.
  1. Consequently, I’ve read most books there are about Cleopatra; novels, biographies, you name it, I’ve read it. I probably know more than some historians at this point.
  1. Yet funnily enough, my personality is nothing like the common tropes of Cleopatra: ruthless, ambitious, seductive, etc. I pretty much embody the “good girl” stereotype: courteous, sweet, and a little bit passive. In Game of Thrones-speak, I’m more Sansa Stark than Cersei Lannister.
  1. I’m getting better at baking. My specialties are brownies and lemon cake.
  1. I went through a phase of loving Scandinavian symphonic metal in high school. Nightwish was my favorite band.
  1. My makeup aesthetic is winged eyeliner and red lipstick.
  1. I’m so addicted to reading, I am known for reading remote control manuals when there is nothing left to read.
  1. Thereby, I always have a book in my handbag. Ergo, I never buy a handbag unless I can fit at least a mass market paperback inside.
  1. I’m always taking books from my grandfather’s bookshelves and never returning them. My grandpa was a voracious reader in his day, and his shelves are stuffed with amazing writers: Steinbeck, Maugham, Hemingway, du Maurier, and so much more.
  1. I own a genuine black dress from the 1930s.
  1. I suffer from severe anxiety and depression. One psychiatrist diagnosed me as bipolar II, even though other therapists disagree. I’m prone to relapses and I don’t have everything in my life pulled together but I’m always willing to listen to fellow anxious depressives.

The Quirky Book Nerd’s Questions:

  1. What are the top three best books you read in 2015?

The Remains of the Day and An Artist of the Floating World, both by Kazuo Ishiguro. Also, Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates.

  1. Where is your favorite reading spot?

I would say my favorite reading spot is my bed, but I actually get very little reading done there. My most productive reading is done during the commute.

  1. Do you have a favorite tradition with a family member/friend/significant other?

Just meeting up once a month with my dear friends. With different jobs and schedules, it’s difficult to get everyone together in one place. But we make it a tradition to do so every month.

  1. What fictional character would you most like to have as a best friend?

Sara Crewe from A Little Princess. Sara and I have similar personalities, except she is kinder, gentler, smarter, tougher. Being friends with her would be an opportunity to better myself.

  1. What are your favorite television series?

None at the moment. I’m more focused on reading. I do watch Nigella Bites over and over again as I love Nigella Lawson’s soothing voice and early recipes.

  1. Do you like to play video games? If so, which one is your favorite?

Hahaha, probably Game Boy Color and Pokemon Blue. As you can see, I’m not really a video games player.

  1. Which Hogwarts house do you belong to?

Always a tie between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

  1. What are your favorite book covers?

The dove grey covers of Persephone Books and the Virago Designer Collections.

  1. What films are you most looking forward to watching in 2016?

Wow, I had to look up “2016 film releases” on Google. I guess I’m excited for the next X-Men movie.

  1. Who are your top three auto-buy authors?

Kazuo Ishiguro, any reissue of Daphne du Maurier, and Ahmad Tohari.

  1. Who is your favorite superhero and who is your favorite super villain?

Probably Batman and the Joker, I’m not too well-versed on comic book canon.

I’m bending the rules a bit (A LOT) by nominating all of my followers and everyone who wants The Infinity Dreams Award. The choice is yours. The Infinity Dreams Award is optional according to this lazy tagger.

If you do choose to accept my nomination, here are my questions:

  1. Who got you into reading?
  2. What are your top three books from 2015?
  3. Which fictional character is closest to you in terms of personality?
  4. Do you have a favorite period in history?
  5. Who is your favorite historical figure?
  6. What type of music do you listen to?
  7. As a blogger, we all write. But do you find writing an easy process or a difficult endeavor?
  8. What are the top three countries you would love to travel to?
  9. Do you cook? If so, what is your specialty dish?
  10. What is your favorite Disney movie?
  11. The eternal question: coffee or tea?

Men Without Women by Ernest Hemingway

Men Without Women is Ernest Hemingway’s 1927 short story collection and a more apt title for a piece of fiction I have yet to find! There is practically no women in this short story collection. There are fourteen stories here and I only remember two stories that had women as characters and those were the now very famous “Hills Like White Elephants” and the potent “A Canary for One.” Some stories like “Ten Indians” only mentioned women in passing and in others, ladies are absent entirely.

This is my foray into Hemingway and unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy the experience. Lucky for me, Men Without Women is only 160 pages. If it were over 400 pages, I would have given up. I persevered for the sake of finishing, not for pleasure.

I’m sure most readers know that Hemingway’s prose is famous for being blunt, short, and muscular. Meanwhile, his themes and subjects were very masculine, revolving around boxing, war, bullfighting, more war, and other sports.

The prose itself I had no problem with. I liked Hemingway’s to the point approach. Yet the stories themselves I found dull and plodding. The opening story, “The Undefeated” is the longest story in Men Without Women at nearly fifty pages. To me, it is also the most tedious. “The Undefeated” is meant to be a classic tragedy, chronicling the fall and disgrace of an aging bullfighter. The bullfighter stubbornly rejects all talk that he is growing too old for the sport. For all the talk about Hemingway’s brevity, the story dragged on far too long. We all knew what was going to happen by the first few pages, that the bullfighter will humiliate himself in this endeavor. The buildup to get there was much too sluggish. Hemingway famously disliked providing character backgrounds, but without a motive, it was difficult to feel anything for the bullfighter. All I felt was irritation that he was endangering others.

There are war stories, with soldiers suffering what we would now diagnose as post-traumatic stress disorder. But I felt these stories have aged unfavorably. These days, Hemingway’s war stories have nothing new to tell us.

Hemingway utilized what is called the “iceberg theory.” He wrote the tip of the iceberg, the surface only. The massive roiling underneath we must figure out ourselves. Depending on your mileage, this could be fun or this could be frustrating. There is no correct interpretation. But I just found that I didn’t care. Because I cared for none of the characters, I didn’t even bother analyzing the stories. I just wanted to get this book over with. Admittedly, themes of war and sports interest me very little so my apathy could be subjective.

The two stories I mildly enjoyed were the stories that had women in them: “Hills Like White Elephants” and “A Canary For One.” Misunderstandings between men and women were fun to immerse in after all that war and sport. Even then, I missed the pep and vivacity someone like Dorothy Parker would inject into the same theme.

Ultimately, although Hemingway’s prose is renowned for being muscular, it lacks life and excitement. Which is why I found myself not caring about any of the content. I still have The Snows of Kilimanjaro on my bookshelf but it will be a long while until I pick it up.

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn

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I have no idea if the fame and momentum of this book has endured, but it had its moment. Half the Sky was adapted into a PBS documentary about a couple of years ago and it has been used as a university text. That’s how I swiped this book; my baby brother was about to dump it after his uni class was over so I gladly took Half the Sky since it has always been on my radar to read someday.

 Half the Sky is structured into two halves. The first half is a tableau of human rights abuses towards women; sex trafficking and prostitution, gender-based violence such as honor killings and rape as a war tool, maternal mortality, etc. The second half is a list of actions that are working now to combat these abuses: investment in education, microcredit, grassroots movements, even television programs.

If you are looking for academic rigor, you may be disappointed. The bulk of Half the Sky are personal stories; dozens and dozens of women are interviewed, their stories inked on paper. There are horror stories about women twice-and-thrice-trafficked, there are hopeful stories of how a little education can go a long way. In fact, the narrative of the entire book is set into a pattern of most horrific to most hopeful. Almost as though designed to reel you in with sensation and misery before alleviating it with hope. If that sounds emotionally manipulative, that is the point. Kristof and WuDunn are upfront about their methods. They are honest about their choice to showcase personal anecdotes. Research has shown that statistics have a numbing effect, while stories tug at the heartstrings and spur people to act. Half the Sky was never meant to be a dispassionate text; Kristof and WuDunn wants you to get up and act after finishing the last page.

Funnily enough, despite Kristof and WuDunn admitting to emotional manipulation, I found their voices to be earnest. Earnest, well-meaning, and passionate. Reading Half the Sky, I completely believed that they truly cared about their mission to help women worldwide.

I, personally, found Half the Sky to be very powerful. It broke my heart and angered me to see these women suffer such obscene injustices. The back of Half the Sky had a list of charities and organizations that Kristof and WuDunn have vetted to be least corrupt in helping women worldwide. It is a testament to the book’s power that I searched for a charity I could look into and volunteer some time to. In this respect, the book has been successful. I won’t effusively recommend Half the Sky though, because I am aware it’s not for everyone. It worked for me, but I can easily see someone different frustrated at Kristof and WuDunn’s approach.

Something else of note is that Kristof and WuDunn readily acknowledge that Half the Sky focuses its scope on the developing world, which opens them up to criticism of ignoring women’s rights issues in the first world and thinking only poor benighted third world dwellers have massive problems.

I mentioned that this is not an academic text and being a feminist myself, I knew about most of these problems already. Half the Sky is great for the uninitiated, as the book covers women’s rights issues in a readable, accessible way. Yet Kristof and WuDunn also provides surprising complexities. For example, I had not known that pimps and human traffickers dose their victims with meth to ensure addiction and a return to them if they ever manage to escape, making it exceedingly difficult and dispiriting to rehabilitate sex-trafficked people. It was heartbreaking to read these women go back to their traffickers, desperate for a hit of meth. It was also heartbreaking to read about the frustration of aid workers trying to help them. Even I, a longtime feminist found something of value from Half the Sky.

At the end of the day, helping the downtrodden, women or men, is a noble cause. And despite how Kristof and WuDunn’s approach might frustrate, even anger some, if most reactions to Half the Sky are close to mine, Kristof and WuDunn have written a useful book indeed.