Book Review: With Rigor for All

Cover of "Crime and Punishment (Vintage C...

Cover of Crime and Punishment (Vintage Classics)

With Rigor for All, Second Edition: Meeting Common Core Standards for Reading Literature addresses the issues many of us English teachers are tossing around these days: how to teach a wide range of students in one classroom, how to reach reluctant readers, and above all, how to do so without sacrificing any of the rigor we strive to provide to challenge and enrich our students in their education.

Carol Jago, the book’s author, has plenty of credentials, published work, and years of classroom teaching to make her qualified, but even without knowing all of that, her confident, sure tone and practical approach would be enough to convince any reader. Every chapter is full of easily adaptable classroom stories, lessons and assessments, including reading lists grouped by category and age range and with titles such as “Comprehending Complex Literature” and “Developing Proficient, Independent Readers.” The back of the book includes a study guide for Professional Learning Communities and would be useful for any English department who chose to read the book together.

My favorite chapter is “Testing That Teaches,” where Jago addresses not massive state-wide standardized tests, but the objective tests many teachers give to assess a student’s understanding of a text. She begins the chapter asserting, “Every time a teacher of literature gives an objective test, students’ confidence in themselves as readers is undermined,” and moves from there to systematically dismantle any argument in favor of tests. I was thrilled to read so many cogent arguments that aligned with my own frustration with quizzes, and my own refusal to give objective tests in my classes. For Jago, these tests waste teachers’ valuable professional time, encourage destructive competitiveness in the student community of learners we are trying to build in our classrooms, discourage critical thinking, and place the emphasis on what a student is able to recall under pressure, rather than concrete and valuable reading and writing skills. While all of this is important and thought-provoking, what makes Jago so useful for the classroom teacher is that she offers alternatives, assessments and activities she uses in her teaching to assess understanding. The most creative example is giving her students Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird for class discussion, and then asking them to write poems titled “Thirteen Ways of Looking at Raskolnikov,” while reading Crime and Punishment (Vintage Classics), but she offers several others that are easily adaptable to any text and grade level as well.

While I understand altering the title for this edition, when so many public school teachers are adjusting to Common Core standards, I hope independent school teachers will still check it out, because I found it incredibly useful. I’d like to read her Classics in the Classroom: Designing Accessible Literature Lessons sometime in the near future; I can always use new inspiration, and I trust Jago to guide me in a productive way.

Christmas Book Reviews

English: Joseph P. Kennedy Sr.

English: Joseph P. Kennedy Sr. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In addition to The Casual Vacancy, here are some other books I read recently:

The Patriarch: The Remarkable Life and Turbulent Times of Joseph P. Kennedy

As you might already know, I’m a presidential biography nerd, but I also have a little obsession with the Kennedy family, so this was an exciting read for me. Having already read Doris Kearns Goodwin‘s The Fitzgeralds And The Kennedys: An American Saga, some of the family background was familiar to me, but Nasaw does a great job of outlining Joseph as a separate figure, not just as backdrop to his legendary children. The sections of the book dealing with his relationship with Franklin Roosevelt, and the ensuing and spectacular failure of his ambassadorship to England as World War was approaching, are truly fascinating, and offer some really good lessons on how business success and expertise don’t necessarily translate to political skills (ahem, Mittens Romney).

The Twelve Tribes of Hattie (Oprah’s Book Club 2.0)

This was a little bit of an impulse buy for me, and unusually, I was highly influenced by one of the author blurbs, which comes from Marilynne Robinson, an author of stunning beauty, clarity and empathy and one of my all-time favorites (Housekeeping: A Novel is striking and memorable, but Gilead: A Novel was absolutely breathtaking, one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read). Hattie is a novel that shifts from one member of the sprawling Shepherd family to the next, across decades, genders, and the chasms that can develop between the closest of relations. This is not a heartwarming family epic, but instead often shows each character in moments where they are faced with their own flaws and limitations, and the wreckage they have caused or survived in their lives. For example, the first narrative has a teenage Hattie watch her first children, twin infants, die in her arms for lack of penicillin. Hattie is a striking and powerful character, not because she has a lot of power in her life, but because she forges her own image of womanhood, fiery and uncompromising, and refuses to sugarcoat her view of the world or the relationships she has in it. She’s a loving figure, not necessarily a warm one, and a warrior in her own distinctive way. This is the first novel from Ayana Mathis, and while I’m not quite ready to proclaim her the next “Toni Morrison” (sorry, Oprah), I’ll be looking forward to her future works.

Review: The Casual Vacancy

J.K. Rowling "Trudny wybór"

J.K. Rowling “Trudny wybór” (Photo credit: DrabikPany)

As soon as I heard the rumors about J.K. Rowling’s first post-Harry Potter novel for adults, I knew I had to read it. I’m a diehard HP fan, but I was fairly sure I could come to her work with a fresh non-magical eye and appreciate it separately from her existing legacy.

The Casual Vacancy is a very British novel, not just in language or conventions, but in its focus on exposing the venality of the middle class. If you remember the Dursleys, so focused on external appearances, so self-absorbed and incapable of kindness, then you have an idea of Rowling’s views on a certain kind of British citizen, the kind that populate the small provincial town of Pagsford. The “casual vacancy” of the title appears when the one goodhearted adult in town dies and leaves an open spot on the parish council, but I think the title could also be a more coded reference to the casual attitude most of the adults in town take towards morality, or the vacancy of modern life. The children in the book are decidedly not all right, wrestling with grown-up issues beyond their powers to survive or transcend, and none of the adults seem able to look beyond their own noses and take responsibility, resulting some tragic twists and turns towards the end of the book and an overall sense of bleakness in the book as a whole.

The experience of reading the book was much more akin to reading The Corrections than I expected, which I appreciate as a well-written book, but is certainly not a book I loved. It’s difficult to spend an entire book with characters you don’t particularly like, but in both books, what made it difficult to connect with the characters was also the sense that the author didn’t particularly like or empathize with the characters either. Maybe this betrays my own bias as a reader more than anything else, but even if I’m reading a narrative full of flawed characters, I don’t want to feel repelled or repulsed by their flaws, no matter how large or small.

I’m glad I read the book, but I don’t think I need to see the characters come to life, nor is Pagsford a world I want to return to any time soon. But I will be one of the first in line when/if she writes another novel, just like I gave Franzen a second chance and was pleasantly surprised by enjoying Freedom as much as I did.

Spending Time in Westeros

A Game of Thrones (comic book)

A Game of Thrones (comic book) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Whether you think of it as Game of Thrones or Song of Ice and Fire, George R.R. Martin‘s epic saga of Westeros has been dominating my life for the past season or so. My husband started watching the show on HBO first and kept hounding me to watch it with him, knowing my resistance to most traditional fantasy/sci-fi stuff. “But it’s character-driven,” he kept saying, “You’ll love it!

Thank goodness I listened to him, because once I started watching the show, I was definitely hooked. Then I started reading the books, and I’m completely enthralled. I love the entire ruthless, cunning Lannister clan, especially the three siblings Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion, and I adore Daenaerys Stormborn, the dragon queen. I pester my friends who’ve read the books to share their theories with me, and I already know which characters I absolutely don’t want to see die. I also confess to have spent some time thinking about what my sigil and words would be for my own clan (shamelessly geeky, I know, but no decisions so far).

They’ve reminded me why I love reading books so much; sometimes a book can create such an all-encompassing world that when you’re between those covers, you’ve slipped entirely into a different world, leaving everything else behind. In Westeros, of course, this means you might see dragons, wolves, creepy ice-zombies or murderous rogue knights, but it’s happened to me too with books like Empire Falls or The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay , The Age of Innocence: by Edith Wharton or The Accidental Tourist. My favorite books are the ones that make me feel like I’m living in their landscape for awhile. Those are the books I’ll reread, over and again.

Summer Reading So Far

19/366 The Night Circus

19/366 The Night Circus (Photo credit: clogsilk)

Want to hear about some books I’ve read?

  • Solar, by Ian McEwan: I found this book on the used-for-sale shelf at our local library and decided to chance a quarter on a writer I’ve had good luck with before. This didn’t measure up to Saturday or Atonement, the other two McEwan books I’ve read, but then, that’s setting a pretty high bar. Essentially, this book combines many strands: meditations on masculinity and aging, satire, and reflecting on moral dilemmas like whether our actions define us, or what terrible things would we do if we knew we wouldn’t get caught. It was a good poolside read, and unlike other reviewers, apparently, I was not offended by the satire on climate change (I’m not generally offended by satire).
  • The Marriage Plot: A Novel: This is a book I’ve wanted to read for months, after the storm of reviews and accompanying articles on the real life drama that may or may not have inspired the book and certain characters in it. However, I am very glad that I read it after the furor had died down, because while I enjoyed all the tidbits of literary gossip, I’m not sure I would have been able to separate the novel from the gossip, and that would have been a shame. I really enjoyed The Marriage Plot, which takes place primarily at Brown University in the 1980s and particularly in the first explosion of semiotics in the academy. As someone with a graduate degree in cultural studies, I really enjoyed this aspect of the book, and the half-mocking, half-respectful tone towards French literary theory and everything that comes with it. I also enjoyed the book for being a straight-ahead novel–not an experiment with the form or a metafictional “romp” or anything else, but a lovely and interesting novel that made me tear up and laugh. But in doing so, it also managed to make me think more deeply about themes like romantic love, marriage, friendship and spirituality, just as a good novel can (and should).
  • The Night Circus: I am definitely the kind of person who tells you to read the book before you see the movie, the kind of person who gets irrationally upset when filmmakers change aspects of beloved books, but even for a curmudgeon like me, there are some books that just seem destined for the big screen, and this is one of them. Erin Morgenstern‘s first novel is full of vivid and gorgeous imagery just begging to be realized, and I’m looking forward to seeing the circus come to life. The night circus travels the world and only opens at night, and while there are acrobats and animals, the black-and-white striped tents also hold dreamlike visions and otherworldly experiences. There are some great parts for men and women alike in the story of two magicians battling with each other through their students, who happen to fall in love along the way. A lot of the reviews of this book connected it to Harry Potter, but apart from the presence of magic, I don’t see much of a link at all. That doesn’t detract from The Night Circus for me, but it is kind of puzzling. This was a great read, and I can see why it probably has made a great book club choice, especially if you got really into the spirit of decorating, costumes and food featured in the book.

High Fidelity: The Playlist

Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity holds a certain place in my heart for complicated reasons (let’s just say I dated Rob and identified with Rob at one point in my life and leave it at that) but more importantly, the book is full of references to fantastic music. For years, I’ve wished I could have a soundtrack to the book–not to the great American film version High Fidelity (although I do own the High Fidelity Soundtrack), but to the book.

Well my friends, that day has come.

(If the box appears empty, please copy and paste the following link into your browser http://open.spotify.com/user/patchworkjackie/playlist/2cWjOURAJuGh9sjlDPAIIY )

This playlist features, in order, all the songs mentioned by title in the novel, High Fidelity. If a song was mentioned twice, I only included it once, and tried to get the original artist/version mentioned in the book. There are plenty of albums mentioned also, but I only stuck with songs, to avoid the playlist getting too unwieldy.

Enjoy!

Summer Reading

English: Bell Hooks

English: Bell Hooks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

While I’m not doing any formal workshops this summer, I’m still developing a lengthy list of summer projects for myself, which range from formalizing a list of classroom policies for my fall students to developing assignments for the new elective I’ll be teaching next spring. In addition to these kinds of practical matters, I try to always assign myself summer reading that will help me think about some bigger-picture aspects of my profession as well. Some of my favorite past choices included Teach Like a Champion, Fresh Takes on Teaching Literary Elements and I Read It But I Don’t Get It. Each of these books has informed my teaching in different and concrete ways.

This summer, the front-runners seem to be Teaching Critical Thinking: Practical Wisdom by bell hooks and Imagine: How Creativity Works, which touch on two critical areas that are more abstract as far as pedagogy, but no less important.

I’m thinking I may also go back and revisit some of my past choices, as I’m making some bigger changes to my ninth grade curriculum and shuffling the books into a new sequence, in addition to this new elective. I’ve got a few lessons and assignments I need to rework, and a few new ideas I want to map out for myself in preparation for executing them next year for the first time. I’ve also got some books to review that I’ll be teaching next spring.

I’m looking forward to digging into this kind of reflective work, free from the daily grind of grading and meetings and all the necessary mechanics of making a school run. While it’s lovely to be able to work on my own schedule (and even poolside, if I choose to), it’s also mentally refreshing to be able to step back and think deeper about what I do, why I do it, and how I could do it better.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Pacific Crest Trail logo

Pacific Crest Trail logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s a genre of books, and memoirs, that could be summed up as “I went to the woods” books, inspired by or akin to Thoreau‘s famous Walden manifesto about life in the woods and why you should seek it out. You know the one: you read it in high school English class or you remember it being quoted in Dead Poets Society. Here’s a refresher: “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived….I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world” (Thoreau). As our society gets ever more technologically connected, these memoirs seem even more relevant and appealing.

Most often, these tales are written by men, but Cheryl Strayed‘s Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail makes for a funny, sexy, gritty and feminine addition to the category. It might sound funny to use the word “sexy” to describe a story in which the author loses five toenails and doesn’t shower for weeks on end, but even without the sensual interlude Strayed does find along the trail, she describes plenty of other sexual episodes with Joe, her heroin addict ex-boyfriend, and the confidence she gains through each daunting section of the trail. I found the book easy to connect to on personal levels, as Strayed and I share some similarities, but I think it’s also so easy to connect to the narrative because Strayed has such a distinctively honest and intimate voice, so that you feel like she’s talking directly to you.

Like many, I was a fan of Strayed’s for months before I knew her name, while I was reading her work on the fabulous Dear Sugar advice columns at The Rumpus, which are being collected as a forthcoming book as well, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (Vintage). If you haven’t been a fan of Sugar’s, I can’t recommend her work highly enough, and if you are a fan, you’ll find Wild a great read as well.

However, even if you don’t know Strayed’s work at all, I think Wild is really a great read, with a brutal beauty in the style of writing as well as the landscape it depicts.

Review: The Beginner’s Goodbye

Cover of "Back When We Were Grownups: A N...

Cover of Back When We Were Grownups: A Novel

As a longtime Anne Tyler fan, there was no question that I would pick up The Beginner’s Goodbye as soon as possible, pre-ordering it for my Kindle and then reading it as quickly as I could (though my grades were also due last week, which put a cramp in my reading plans).

Tyler’s latest has gotten savaged in the New York Times, and many of Kakutani’s criticisms are fair. This novel did not leave me with the sense of deep emotional intimacy I had come to feel with characters of Tyler’s before, like Maggie and Ira in Breathing Lessons: A Novel or Back When We Were Grownups, two of my favorite novels. Goodbye features a male hero very similar to men Tyler has shown us before: a crotchety kind of guy who adheres to rigid routines and a cranky outlook on the world, regardless of his age, but who ends up being drawn to women who are flightier, feminine, without always realizing what warmth and richness the women in his life bring to it. There’s not much here that we haven’t seen before from Tyler, and the novel has a roundness, an “happily ever after” aspect that Tyler usually doesn’t have, the kind that’s more often the province of women’s fiction authors like Maeve Binchy (my favorite of the supermarket-style women’s fiction authors). Regardless of the newness of the characters or themes, I always enjoy spending time in the world Tyler creates and seeing the world through her eyes, with her own affection for the quirky and eccentric.

As a Tyler completist, I enjoyed the book. There are scenes and lines in it that ring truly and are trademark Tyler, clear-eyed and poignant and candidly bittersweet. But I wouldn’t recommend it to someone who is not familiar with her work, and I don’t suspect it will linger with me the way others of her novels do.

Review: Blood, Bones and Butter

My preparation for every trip always includes choosing what books I’ll bring with me, and since I’ve had my Kindle, that number has expanded. For our trip to Paris, one of the books I downloaded in advance was Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef. I had been reading so much about the book, and I’m a devotee of food memoirs, and for a trip to such a legendary foodie city, it seemed completely appropriate.

The funny thing is that one of the reasons Gabrielle Hamilton’s story is so unconventional is because she is not a classically-trained French chef, but instead, a kind of renegade chef who got the majority of her training on the fly. In her adult life, she spends summers cooking for privileged children (including Mark Bittman’s daughter) and the rest of the seasons banging out fancy appetizers as a freelance caterer. She picks up an MFA along the way and kind of stumbles into the chance to own her restaurant, and at so many steps along the way, she questions whether she should even be a chef, and whether she should be a writer.

Luckily, I don’t think there can be any more doubt about her writing skills. Her writing in the sections of the book before she opens her restaurant, Prune, is absolutely spell-binding; I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open and feeling so completely entranced by the way she constructed her sentences. Once she opens Prune, her stories of chef-ownership are also wonderful, full of the sensory details and lacerating honesty that she displays in the rest of the book. While I know from other pieces that Prune is terribly difficult to get a reservation for, I don’t think anyone reading would close the book and not want to eat there, and I’m hoping a cookbook will be one of her next ventures.

However, the weakest areas of the book for me (and for other reviewers) were the sections about her marriage, which is complicated, unconventional and seems to be irreparably fractured. Hamilton seems defensive at times and at other times, just as puzzled as the reader is concerning how this marriage “works” and why she stays in it. Yes, she spends the majority of the book in lesbian relationships, so this marriage to an Italian man comes as a little shock, but more importantly, it seems clear that she is still so tangled up in this part of her life that she hasn’t achieved as much clarity in her vision when looking at it.

If you are a foodie, a reader, a chef, a writer, I’d heartily recommend it.