books


14
Jan 12

Two book reviews

It occurred to me that I haven’t mentioned the books I’ve been reading lately. So let’s discuss books.

I’ve read a few.

The End.

Oh — You want to know a few details? (You probably don’t, but humor me. I need the content.)

I finally finished David McCullough’s Path Between the Seas. Seems like I’d been reading it for the longest time — mostly because I had been reading it for forever.

This book was a Christmas gift in 2010, but it finally made it off the shelf and into my hands late in the fall. I read it because it was McCullough, I like the man’s work, more than the subject matter. A book covering the 44-year dig of a giant ditch?

It was much more than that, of course. And in true McCullough fashion he did not disappoint. Folks that don’t like history should find something they find interesting from McCullough’s catalog and give it a try. He makes all of his stories, even this one about a canal, about the people.

On Amazon there are two two-star reviews. One says the book was boring and wordy. This reader was, undoubtedly, not an engineer. That’s OK, this is niche reading. The other two-star review starts like this: “Not enough research done.”

This is a 700-page book (Another reason it took a while to read.) ,so who knows how much he did not put into the final publication. The reviewer then goes on to share his “personal knowledge” of an explorer not mentioned in the book. And by personal knowledge he means he once saw a documentary on a man … The guy then concludes with a personal note to the author, encouraging McCullough to contact him via email for further verification.

It was a thoughtful offer to be sure.

I rushed through Kalee Thompson’s Deadliest Sea: The Untold Story Behind the Greatest Rescue in Coast Guard History in two nights. That’s impressive for me, some people skim a book, but I try to spend a well appreciating the work the authors have put in their craft. (It is a useful exercise. You learn a lot studying how others use the language.)

This was a book I ordered from Amazon over the holidays because I’d noticed it on a bookstore shelf one day and was intrigued by the subject matter. I cheated and moved it to the top of the must read pile just to give it a good go. Thompson’s book is a worthy read because the story is a gripping one. She’s a freelance reporter, so she writes in a breezy, informative style. And she tells a dramatic story without getting in the way of the events unfolding on the page.

If anything, there could perhaps be a little less backstory — it helps your investment to know the backgrounds of some of the people stuck on this fateful fishing boat, but maybe we learn too much in the flashbacks sometimes. What I would have liked is more detail of the sinking and rescue itself. That’s the purpose of the book, and it isn’t lacking, but a little more could be good if you can get more verified information. It may be that the story was thoroughly exhausted, however, so this is more a wish than point of contention.

There are two one-star reviews on Amazon, but they aren’t about the book but rather their order. So, if you like heroism, contemporary events and maybe an adventure of derring do this might be for you.

Who doesn’t like book reviews?


5
Jan 12

My grandfather’s textbooks

This is the continuation of a mini-section on the site that highlights, and pokes fun at, the illustrations found in some of my grandfather’s old tomes.

Sciencebook

Here are the first three pages concerning a 1940 elementary school text on science. Go here to see selections from his literature book.


29
Dec 11

The best tomato pie of your life

We visited Pepe’s. And, no, this is not becoming a food blog. But Pepe’s is Pepe’s. Here’s the old man on the cover of the menu:

Frank Pepe

But what can you tell about a man from line art? Oh, his pixels are lovely. Mr. Pepe’s actual photograph.

And, no, food photography is difficult, not my strong suit and never works on a cell phone, but this pizza can’t be ignored:

Frank Pepe

Pepe started his first store 86 years ago and, some argue, it is the origin of pizza in the U.S. Who knows? Truly it is the best pizza you’ve ever had. This is not opinion or left to taste, but rather a fact. It is science and we must accept it.

The place is owned by Pepe’s grandson today. We go there every time we visit the in-laws. Ronald Reagan loved it, too. That was back when Connecticut was a GOP stronghold. The Republicans had won Connecticut in eight of 11 presidential post-war elections, only John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson and Barry Goldwater could break their grip. That led up to Bill Clinton, who also enjoyed Pepe’s.

Connecticut has gone Democrat in the last five elections since 1992. Clearly the pizza is the key.

More of their historic photographs are here.

In New Haven, where Pepe’s started, pizza is one of those cultural touchstones that says much about the diner. You’re a Pepe’s fan or a Sally’s person. The competing pizza place was actually founded by Pepe’s nephew in 1938. Sally’s Apizza is no good. As I wrote in 2007, the long wait outside in the cold and the long wait inside aren’t worth considering:

The waiter, who’s doing you a favor by being there, just got off his bike apparently and is still wearing his Harley vest. He finally gets your order, promptly brings the drinks and disappears for 20 minutes. He returns to ask about your order, which he’s incorrectly scribbled. How one pizza becomes three I’ve yet to figure out. Half-an-hour later, when you finally make eye contact with the waiter (who’s doing you a favor) you inquire as to the whereabouts of the pizza.

“We’re on a 90 minute wait,” he sneers while stalking off. Truly, the last half of the sentence is spoken with his back turned. We speculate the wait just grew to 100 minutes. At 75 minutes you consider calling Information to get the number to the nearest Domino’s and order a delivery. At 90 minutes you actually make eye contact with the waiter again (who’s doing you a favor) and get a simple refill.

Throughout this time as people peer into the windows to gauge how busy the little place is you wave them off. “Don’t do it! It isn’t worth it!”

At 100 minutes, as speculated, the pizza arrives.

And it isn’t worth it. The pizza is OK. It is not 100 minute pizza. If such a thing exists you will not find it here. Instead you’ll get a burnt crust and charcoal on your fingers.

Eight minutes later the pizza is gone, because everyone at your table was famished. Ninety-three seconds after that your bill arrives. Sixteen seconds after that you throw the money on the table. The exact change. To the penny. In pennies. Under the pizza tray.

So that’s Sally’s. Pepe’s, meanwhile, made the Guardian‘s best food in the world list.

That’s one down on that list. Forty-nine to go. Lists like that are dangerous for completists. When are you ever going to be in Lisbon, to eat supposedly the world’s best custard tart?

I received a copy of 1,000 Places To See Before You Die a few years ago from a dear friend who decided she wanted to give me angst via the written word. How can I accomplish this? And now I see there are apparently annual editions.

Great. One of my most recent achievements has been removed for the list in favor of some Mongolian Milk trailer 100 yards off the Great Wall of China that is operated by a talented group of tap dancing, orphan entrepreneurs.

She signed the book (which I have lately decided is the best part of receiving a book as a gift):

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I have visited 30 of the 1,000 sites listed in my copy. (Yes, I’ve counted.) Miles to go, indeed.

Robert Frost knew what he was talking about.

He died in 1963, in Boston. I wonder, did he ever have Pepe’s?


14
Nov 11

My grandfather’s textbooks

Returning to the mini-feature fun of the texts of my maternal grandfather’s education in the rural 1940s.

aubrabooks

Here are the two final installments from a book on English literature. Go here for the beginning.

After Thanksgiving we’ll dive into science!


7
Nov 11

My grandfather’s textbooks

Continuing the mini-feature of fun with some of the texts of my maternal grandfather’s education in the rural 1940s.

English

Here are the two new installments from a book on English literature. Go here for the beginning.