Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 28, 2011

Sugar Street

sugar streetby Naguib Mahfouz
translated by William Maynard Hutchins and Angele Botros Samaan

It seems a bit harsh to say that Sugar Street‘s redeeming quality is that it is somewhat shorter than the volumes that proceeded it in The Cairo Trilogy. However, I must ruefully admit that this is so. An overwhelming feeling of relief possessed me as I reached the end, and finally bid farewell to it’s strange and sad collection of characters. The book was anti-climatic – not the grand finale of a sweeping family epic, but the awkward petering out of a story that actually was never very epic. The once at least slightly vibrant characters were reduced to disappointed shells of themselves, and since they were so tired of existing, I was more than happy to let them fade away. The social and political upheaval of the time ought to have infused the story with new levels of excitement, but while there were a few air raids, and girls went to school, and the grandchildren of al-Sayyid Ahmad wrote articles for radical magazines and married whomever they chose to…it was all a bit of a fizzle. I found Kamal’s loss of heart and spirit more ridiculous than poignant, especially given that it was harped on about unendingly. Mahfouz seemed to lose direction with this book, which could have been intentional, and could have been a comment on how directionless the average muddled up life is. I suppose I wasn’t really expecting a happy ending, but there was so much tension built up in the first two books that I was expecting a popping balloon, and not one with the air let slowly out, squeaking miserably. Bah!

I’m not sorry I read the trilogy, and there were certainly elements that appealed to me at times. It was an interesting journey, just not one that will win a place on my favorite books list any time soon!

Thanks to Richard for hosting The Cairo Trilogy readalong. You’ll find his post about Sugar Street here, as well as links to other opinions.


Previously: Palace Walk, and Palace of Desire

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 27, 2011

Someone At a Distance

whippleby Dorothy Whipple

True to all reports, this book proved to be a lovely, subtle depiction of the disastrous end to a very happy marriage. The plot, in all its agonizing detail, is far less compelling than the characters who populate it. Unlike anything I’ve read recently, this story relies on the deft construction of its realistic characters, and if this book is anything to go on it seems that such characters are Whipple’s strength.

Borrowing from the back of the pretty Persephone Classic edition I have (eager as I am to get back to reading Flush!):
Avery North has been contentedly married to Ellen for twenty years, they have two children and live in the rural commuter belt outside London; when his mother advertises for a companion, the French girl who arrives sets her sights on Avery and callously threatens the happy marriage.

You can’t help but feel extremely bad for these people – even the horrible Louise. Whipple goes about her tale in a fairly straightforward way, and you know how it’s all going to go down long before poor cheerful, energetic Ellen even suspects she’s in danger. It’s awful and not the type of story I would normally enjoy, but Whipple’s characters hook you with as much skill as Lousie snared Avery, and I wasn’t able to put the book down. The writing is really something out of the ordinary. I feel almost compelled to thank Whipple for stabbing me in the heart…!

No one who has read this book will be too surprised by my reaction, since from its resurrection through Persephone in 1999, the story has been one of the most popular in the collection. I understand why now, and I will very likely be seeking out more Whipple in the future. And now, back to Flush by Virginia Woolf as Persephone Reading Weekend continues. Happy grey reading!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 26, 2011

Persephone Reading Weekend

persephoneHaving busted through the last bit of Sugar Street this morning, thus finishing The Cairo Trilogy by Naguib Mahfouz, I am free to jump into Persephone Reading Weekend, hosted by Verity and Claire. I’m still debating between reading Someone at a Distance by Dorothy Whipple, or Flush: A Biography by Virginia Woolf. Flush is considerably shorter, but I’m probably going to dive into the Whipple since I’ve been meaning to read it since I received it two Christmases ago during a holiday Persephone book swap. Guess I’d better get started. Happy grey reading this weekend!
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Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 23, 2011

Witch Grass

witch grassby Raymond Queneau
translated by Barbara Wright

“…it just happens, every so often, that something very ordinary seems beautiful to me and I’d like it to be eternal. I’d like this bistro, and that dusty light bulb, and that dog dreaming on the marble, and even this night – to be eternal. And their essential quality is precisely that they aren’t.” ‘ p. 24

Was life a continual surprise, then? … The world was playing with him. There was a secret behind this fishing port, there was a mystery behind this cliff, behind that milestone, behind that cigarette butt.‘ p. 155

This book explores the layers of reality that surround us, the realities that the individual creates for himself and those that are created by others for him, and how all those realities careen like bumper cars through the labyrinth of life. It points out that those realities are in constant flux, constantly in danger of collapsing, constantly needing to be tended through the use of stories, abstract thinking, poetry, etc. Or at least that was a part of the book that rose to the surface and resonated with me, for as Barbara Wright said in her introduction, ‘Queneau has no verbalized message. … He has nothing to sell – but when the reader finishes a Queneau book, he has become enriched.‘ That’s exactly how I feel – enriched.

Witch Grass was delightful. It’s comic misadventure kept me gleefully entertained, and the way Queneau turned new plot developments into little mysteries for his reader to solve made the journey such fun. There was a serious side to it all too, a bit of tragedy, a bit of the humdrum of life and the petty plotting of humans. The characters were brilliant – utterly ordinary and yet fantastic, by turns likable and unlikable, and nearly always understandable even in their most evil moments. It was an excellent book, both amusing and insightful.

On a stylistic note, this is of course a novel from the pen of one of the founders of the Oulipo group. It is full of experimental stuff. Aside from odd lists (which reminded me of Perec), funny conversation construction, and occasional stream-of-consciousness narrative, each of the seven chapters has thirteen sections – for complicated mathematical reasons as well as “egocentric” ones. Queneau liked things to be highly structured, and said “A novel is a little like a sonnet, although it is much more complicated.” He was only personally rigid though, and hoped that his little rules and techniques weren’t too obvious. “It would be terrible if it were obvious.” I love how quirky he seems! His intent upon starting the novel was to write something in ‘spoken French’, getting it down on the page in a way that more closely resembled how it sounded coming out of the mouths of the people on the street. Wright managed to carry this over into her translation, and so the book is full of words spelled oddly. When you say them out loud though, they do sound like the familiar way we mangle our spoken words.

I am thrilled to have made Queneau’s acquaintance and I’m eager to enjoy his company, and his peculiar forms of innovative storytelling, again.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 22, 2011

Movie Mayhem: SF36 Edition

SF36I had a blast at the Boston Science Fiction Movie Festival ‘Thon. I managed to stay awake for close to 22 of the 24 hours of the ‘Thon, and saw a great mix of sci-fi movies. The company was excellent – both old and new friends, and fellow marathoners. Coffee flowed freely into my ‘Thon mug, and a steady diet of Munchies and popcorn and Skittles kept me sustained throughout. The Somerville Theater was an excellent venue, and its staff and the organizers of the ‘Thon were awesome. Many thanks to all of them. I have heard that around 500 people attended the ‘Thon, but it never seemed crazy or unorganized (in a mass of people sense – the audience was certainly crazy!) and there was never a line for the ladies bathroom (not true of the mens room, sorry boys!) I’m pretty determined to go to SF37, and can see myself becoming a yearly attendee. Yup, it was that awesome.

And now, the movies:

The ‘Thon kicked off in the perfect way for me by showing Star Trek (Dir. J. J. Abrams. Writ. Roberto Orci and Alex Zurtzman. Stars Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Karl Urban, Zoe Saldana, John Cho, Simon Pegg, and Anton Yelchin. USA, 2009.) I have seen it many times, but never watched it on the big screen. So fantastic. All those lens flairs were twice as brilliant, and I even picked out some never before seen ones! (Sorry, that’s only funny if you’ve watched the ‘making of’ stuff on the DVD…) Having watched this multiple times with only CP, it was great to watch it with a larger audience and find that there are other people who giggle at odd moments. That was of course one of the great things about the ‘Thon – sharing the experience with so many other people.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the SeaDir. Stuart Paton. Based on the novel by Jules Verne, as well as Mysterious Island by Jules Verne. Stars Allen Holubar. USA, 1916.
This was a privilege to watch and one of the reasons why events like the ‘Thon are so worth going to. While this version of TTLUS is available on DVD, it was amazing to watch it on the big screen. The ultra-rare, 35mm print was in really good shape, and there was live music provided by Jeff Rapsis. The movie itself is kind of incomprehensible at times, and Capt. Nemo is played by a fellow in black face! There were rather long sections of underwater scenes that were shot in a specially rigged tank in the Bahamas, which were kind of cool, but black and white underwater photography gets boring in large doses… Festival organizer Garen Daly got up on stage after the film and pointed out an important fact though, which is that for its time, this 1916 film was for its audience like Avatar was for us – cutting edge, with incredible special effects (not that I’ve seen Avatar, actually, but so they tell me!) A proper understanding of this film definitely enhances the viewing experience, and I did enjoy it overall. I was impressed with Jeff Rapsis’ score, and found this blog post of his about it quite interesting. I concur with the Philip Glass feel of the underwater music!

metropiaMetropiaDir. Tarik Saleh. Writ. Stieg Larrson, Fredrik Edin, Martin Hultman, and Tarik Saleh. Stars Vincent Gallo and Juliette Lewis. Sweden, 2009.
I’ve had this on my Netflix list for awhile, but I was glad I hadn’t watched it yet – it was great to see it on the big screen. It’s an odd movie – animated in a distinctive style unlike anything I had seen before. It is set in 2024, in a smoggy, financially failing Europe where people scuttle, rat like, from the extensive underground metro to their tattered homes. There is an average Joe (well, Roger) who starts hearing voices and gets swept up into a conspiracy, led on by a mysterious and beautiful woman. Somewhat hard to follow, with incredibly slow pacing, it was nevertheless quite interesting and technically intriguing.

Battlestar GalacticaDir. Richard Colla. Writ. Glen Larson. Stars Lorne Greene, Richard Hatch, Dirk Benedict, Herbert Jefferson Jr., and Jane Seymour. USA, 1978.
I mentioned in my last post that I had seen only two the films that were going to be screened at SF36, and aside from Star Trek, this was the other one. I found it on VHS at a library book sale when I was a teen and for some reason I grabbed it. It is the feature film version of the TV pilot that launched the 1978 show and inspired the more recent TV version. We watched it in Boston via its last remaining 35mm print. Aside from being excessively loud, it was fun to see.

Mystery Science Theater 3000: The MovieDir. Jim Mallon. Writ. Joel Hodgson and Michael J. Nelson. Stars Michael J. Nelson, Trace Beaulieu, and Jim Mallon. USA, 1996.
I was happy to have such a large audience to watch this with, since in the past I have groaned and squirmed through the small amounts of the TV show that I’ve been able to tolerate. The appreciative audience I had with me definitely improved the experience, and I laughed all the way through the tale of spaceship-imprisoned Mike and his nutty robots, forced by the evil Dr. Clayton to watch the worst cinema possible in hopes of driving them mad. The terrible cinema featured was This Island Earth, a mid-1950s affair ripe with interplanetary warfare, earnest scientists, weird aliens, and a confusing plotline – and plenty of irreverent jabber from Mike and his robots too (which competed against the SF36 audience back-talking!)

Interspersed between the feature length films were an aluminum hat contest (which the nine year-old in the killer bunny outfit won,) an alien mating cry challenge (eeeewww, awkward!!) a trivia contest, and some short films – Superior Firepower (2010, Canada – an odd video game saga, which I was completely ‘eh’ about), Second Unit (2011, Canada – not sci-fi, but the last known cameo of Forrest J. Ackerman), and F**K Me, Ray Bradbury (2010, USA – which was…hilarious. Watch it here, but…er…be prepared. The title says it all!)

the hostThe HostDir. Joon-ho Bong. Writ. Joon-ho Bong, Wan-jun Ha, and Chul-hyun Baek. Stars Kang-ho Song, Hie-bong Byeon, Hae-il Park, Doone Bae, and Ah-sung Ko. South Korea, 2006.
Over ten and a half hours into the ‘Thon, and I was nowhere near falling asleep. This movie was an enormous shot of adrenaline, practically like having an IV drip stabbed into my arm. From the shadowy (and toxic) waters of the Han River a slithering monster fish thing comes splashing to shore, spreading havoc, terror, death, and possibly disease. A bumbling but earnest father and his equally dysfunctional family put aside their differences when his daughter is carried away, and join forces to save her. What follows is one of the most comically tragic quests I’ve ever seen. It’s heartwarming and heartbreaking, while also being a lively satire. There were moments that made me jump several inches out of my chair, and ones that induced “Ack, gross!!”, and even a few “I can’t watch this!” spots. I liked this one quite a bit.

The Quiet EarthDir. Geoff Murphy. Writ. Bill Baer, Bruno Lawrence, and Sam Pillsbury. Based on the novel by Craig Harrison. Stars Bruno Lawrence, Alison Routledge, and Pete Smith. New Zealand, 1985.
The audience that I hung out with for 1440 minutes was the type that shushed their way through this movie – squawking seagulls got shushed, ringing telephones got shushed, the very limited cast got shushed, etc. It was funny, but…you had to be there. The film itself was pretty good, and the amazing thing is that Bruno Lawrence was able to carry the film for the entire first half, as he discovered that he was possibly the only survivor of a government project gone remarkably wrong. He awakes one morning to a world entirely devoid of people. They have vanished, leaving cars abandoned in the middle of roads and warm blankets humped up over empty places in beds. Fearing that his own scientific work may have been part of the disaster, he goes through stages of frantic enthusiasm for his sudden freedom, and utter madness that leaves him wandering around in a woman’s slip believing that he is God. He eventually finds a few other survivors, and they attempt to cope with their situation and get along. A quiet (shush!) and interesting film.

monstersMonstersWrit. & Dir. Gareth Edwards. Stars Scoot McNairy and Whitney Able. UK, 2010.
This was my favorite film of SF36. Several years after NASA accidentally lost alien samples to the jungles of Mexico, an American journalist grudgingly agrees to escort his boss’s daughter to the U.S. border through the ‘infected zone’ – a fenced, walled, and rigidly patrolled area where the alien contamination has bred dangerous monsters. Difficult travel and the all too likely threat of being killed by these monsters makes a tenacious bond form quickly between the two. Not the most original story as it appears on paper, but the improvised filming locations throughout Mexico and Central America that Edwards and his crew used are breathtaking, and the natural delivery of the dialog lends an almost documentary feel to it. McNairy and Able pull off simple but striking performances. The alien creatures are scary and brutally dangerous, yet there are moments of strange beauty, and a sense of wonder infuses the story with something that makes it so much more than just a monster movie. I highly recommend this.

VideodromeWrit. & Dir. David Cronenberg. Stars James Woods and Deborah Harry. Canada, 1983.
I purposely chose to nap through this movie, which began at the late/early hour of 4:25 a.m. I watched over half of it before I actually fell asleep though, and woke intermittently throughout the second half so I still feel like I got a good sense of the film. It was totally bizarre and extremely icky. A spooky imagining of the reality TV craze (circa 1980s), it follows the adventures of a cable TV programmer who hunts down ‘real’ sex, torture, and murder for his viewers – only to find that the low budget, pirated show called Videodrome that has him hooked also seems to have genetically-altering consequences. The pornographic qualities of the film and the fleshy gory stuff were equally gross. Yikes. I don’t feel compelled to seek out anything else from Cronenberg, ever.

Lady TerminatorDir. H. Tjut Djalil. Writ. Karr Kruinowz. Stars Barbara Anne Constable, Christopher J. Hart, and Claudia Angelique Rademaker. Indonesia, 1989.
I actually planned to sleep during Videodrone so that I would be more awake for this movie, but that didn’t really work out. I dozed throughout it, more as a way to cope with the sheer insanity of the movie than anything else. Although it had comic moments, especially when it mimicked scenes from The Terminator, overall it was utterly bad. In addition to its lady terminator plot, there was an ancient evil queen, an anthropology student, ridiculous nudity, yucky sex, spraying blood, and the most horrific electronic music. It was excruciatingly loud, but even so I managed to retreat into sleep in order to get away from it. Phew. It’s saving grace was that it was pretty short!

The Last Woman on EarthDir. Roger Corman. Writ. Robert Towne. Stars Betsy Jones-Moreland, Antony Carbone, and Robert Towne. USA, 1960.
Having gotten my naps in, by 7:30 a.m. – hour 19 or so of the ‘Thon – I was ready for more. This movie was remarkably soothing after the trauma of Lady Terminator. Unsubtly, it began with a rooster fight in Puerto Rico, and then continued to the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust which left two men squabbling over what could be the last living woman in the world. Actually a rather decent movie.

mothraMothraDir. Ishiro Honda. Writ. Shinichi Sekizawa, Shinichiro Nakamura, and Yoshie Hotta. Based on the novel by Takehiko Fukunaga. Stars Frankie Sakai, Hiroshi Koizumi, Jerry Ito, Emi Ito, and Yumi Ito. Japan, 1961.
This was another treat – a rare subtitled print of the original Japanese cut. Not that I knew the difference, as this was also my introduction to Mothra and its like. I liked the model sets, with all their toy cars and tanks, etc., and the monster that was an articulated model and not a guy in a suit – again, cutting edge stuff for its time. The plot is nutty: after two tiny, beautiful, fairy-like girls are found on a mysterious island, a greedy nightclub owner steals them. The island’s tribe of natives, who revere the girls, wake Mothra – a giant and hugely powerful caterpillar who later transforms into an immense moth – and send her to rescue the girls. Havoc ensues as Mothra destroys everything in her wake (without malice, in my opinion – she’s just way too big to navigate city streets without knocking buildings over!) I will probably watch more of Honda’s films that feature Mothra, when the mood strikes.

ZonadDir. John Carney. Writ. John Carney and Kieran Carney. Stars Simon Delaney. Ireland, 2009.
The last film of the ‘Thon was a chipper little one – stupidly funny, and we all had just enough brain cells left to find it extra hilarious. An ‘alien’ named Zonad appears in a small Irish hamlet, where he quickly wins over the population with his red leather suit and tales of space travel, and proceeds to happily take advantage of free food and lodging and his popularity with the local school girls. Part parody, it is a story about fitting in, making friends, telling the truth, helping others, and enjoying life. Quite delightful, especially after 23+ hours of movie watching, minimal sleep, and copious amounts of coffee!

And that was SF36. As the stamp on my hand says (still – it won’t wash off!), it was ‘Outta This World!’ I recommend the experience. I’m going again next year – now, who’s with me? 🙂

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 19, 2011

Attack of the ‘Thon.

After several years of wishing to attend the Boston Science Fiction Film Festival, I am finally going! More specifically I am going to the ‘Thon, the culmination of the festival, a 24 hour explosion of film that begins tomorrow at noon and finishes 1440 minutes later on Monday around noon. This event has taken place every President’s Day weekend for the last 35 years. To all reports, it is pretty fantastic and definitely a memorable experience – I mean who wouldn’t want to spend 24 hours in one room with several hundred sci-fi film fans?

The line-up of films includes:
Star Trek
Monsters
The Host
Metropia
Mystery Science Theatre 3000
Last Woman on Earth
20000 Leagues Under The Sea
Videodrome
Battlestar Galactica
Lady Terminator
The Quiet Earth
Mothra

I have only seen two of these movies before and there are several that I have been wanting to watch for awhile. There will also be short films, cartoons, and contests. I’m pretty excited! When I get back, I will have a mad movie mayhem post to publish, that is for sure. 🙂

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 16, 2011

Dealings with Faeries

DSC01158I read Maggie Stiefvater’s novels Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception, and Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie recently (slipping them in between Proust, Queneau, and Mahfouz…). Both novels feature teenage musicians of incredible skill – obvious targets for the fey, who value such talents highly. There’s harping and piping and magical carrying on, with four leaf clover raining from the sky. The mix of a contemporary American setting and the world of faerie was accomplished pretty well, and 10 years ago I would have probably loved these books. At present, I found them entertaining, and while the romances in both novels caused me to squirm a little instead of swoon, I was quite impressed with how Stiefvater dealt with her faeries.

She calls them ‘homicidal’ on her website. They are certainly beings of power, beautiful and strange, with ways of thinking and feeling that are very unlike humans. They’re clever and cruel, alien creatures, utterly different from us. Definitely not the delicate winged flower fairies that I built little houses for as a child! The way Stiefvater wrote about them rang true against my memories of Celtic Faerie lore, and reminded me strongly of a picture book about faeries that I had pursued as a kid.

I was able to find the very same book at my local library, and flipped through Brian Froud and Alan Lee’s vision of faerie with nearly the same wide-eyed delight as I did years ago. Now these are faeries!

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I think it’s fascinating that the origin of faeries can be traced to Norse myths – I particularly like the idea that they began as maggots emerging from the corpse of the giant Ymir!

I didn’t realize how much Froud’s version of faerie had influenced the look of such things as The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, movies he and his wife worked on – but it’s obvious now that I know the connection. And of course Alan Lee was influential on the look of the LOTR movies.

I like this bit from the intro of Faeries:
Faerie is a world of dark enchantments, of captivating beauty, of enormous ugliness, of callous superficiality, of humour, mischief, joy and inspiration, of terror, laughter, love and tragedy.

That’s what Stiefvater captured in her novels, and even if I didn’t connect with her human characters to the same extent, I definitely liked her contribution to the world of faerie. Now excuse me while I disappear back into that world, via Froud and Lee. Don’t worry, I won’t eat anything!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 15, 2011

A trip to the County: the 2011 Biathlon World Cup

DSC01157Once again, kudos are due to the staff and writers of Down East, the magazine of Maine, for putting together such a rockin’ publication. There’s always something new to learn about my home state, and a thorough perusal of each issue can spark road trips, camping adventures, new dining destinations, and even space travel.

Most recently, Down East was the catapult that launched CP and I into a rather uncharacteristic direction – the world of sporting events. Neither of us are very devoted to any particular sport, and with the exception of the Olympics every two years, we spend very little time watching or following them. In the February issue of Down East I read about a sport that is unfamiliar to many Americans but immensely popular in Europe – biathlon. I had watched a bit of it during the recent Winter Olympics, and had been tickled by the seemingly absurd combination of cross-country skiing and precision shooting. The athletes exerted themselves mightily while skiing, then came to a complete stand-still or flung themselves into a prone position to shoot. Shooting of course takes concentration and a steady hand, which I imagine is difficult to attain when your heart is pounding and your breath is tearing through your lungs… Seriously, who invented this sport?!

FourcadeApparently people have been hunting from skis since the invention of skis, and there have been ski patrols and skiing regiments in various countries throughout Europe for nearly as long. The odd combination of activities isn’t so odd after all. Organized competitions have been around in Norway since the 1700s, and biathlon has been part of the Olympics in the form of military patrol races for demonstration since the early part of the 20th century. The first Biathlon World Cup was held in Saalfelden, Austria in 1958. The first official Olympic Biathlon competitions were held in 1960 in Squaw Valley, California. The sport is the most popular televised winter sporting event in Europe, and this month those 120 million viewers were watching Aroostook County, ME.

The Down East article revisited the 2004 Biathlon World Cup, which was the last time the event came to Fort Kent, ME. The people of the County, ‘as the vast rural region bordering New Brunswick and Quebec is simply known‘, welcomed the international athletes with enthusiasm – 1,000 people turned out to meet them at Presque Isle’s Northern Maine Regional Airport. The athletes were flabbergast. The biathlon course at 10th Mountain Ski Center in Fort Kent proved to be excellent, and since 2004 there have been several other major competitions held there. This winter the World Cup struck again, bringing 240 athletes from 30 countries for back-to-back events – the 7th and 8th of nine 2011 Biathlon World Cup events, held in Presque Isle at the Nordic Heritage Center (Feb 4-6) and in Fort Kent at 10th Mountain Ski Center (Feb 10-13).

DSC01012Having now set the stage… I couldn’t possibly pass up the chance to see something so unique! I latched onto the idea. As soon as I finished the article I careened through the house looking for CP, and told him we were absolutely going. He mildly agreed, and admitted later that he didn’t really believe that I would actually organize the trip. Ha! Did I ever! I couldn’t get over how odd and cool the biathlon was, and how weird and coincidental it was that the World Cup was coming to Maine, the state that I incidentally live in. After a bit of a scramble to find a place to stay in the area at such a late date, I informed CP that we had tickets, a reservation, and a travel schedule. I’m probably making more out of this than is necessary, but it seemed so unreal – a biathlon! here! – and outrageous, and I was SO excited.

Fortunately the E.ON IBU World Cup Biathlon lived up to my hype! After a 3-4 hour nap, we got up at 2 a.m. on the morning of Sat, Feb 12th, and drove the 4 1/2 hours to Fort Kent, breaking our record for traveling further north than we had ever been before. The temperature flit back and forth between -5 and -16, and by the time we reached Fort Kent in the brilliant sunshine of 7 o’clock, the temp was hovering around 3 degrees. We merrily downed breakfast sandwiches at Rock’s Family Diner before thoroughly bundling up and catching a bus ride to 10th Mountain Ski Center.

10th Mt. Ski CenterI can honestly say there was excitement in the air. A family sharing our bus already had noise makers and cattle bells, and they said that the competition the day before had been great – although even more frigidly cold! We arrived about an hour before the start of the Men 12.5 km Pursuit, so we had plenty of time to explore and find the perfect vantage point. I was delighted to see that for the most part the athletes would be within sight, disappearing into the back woods of the course for only a few minutes. The shooting range, start line, finish line, and surrounding course could be seen in one sweeping view. There was music playing, and announcers talking about the various feats of the athletes in the last few days.

DSC00980Then with quite a bit of fanfare and some classical music, the competition began. Not knowing much about the athletes, I didn’t have anyone specific to cheer for, so like many of the spectators, I cheered for everyone. I took a bazillion photographs, running back and forth to better vantage points and generally feeling very excited and happy to be there. It was really quite something – 60 men zipping around on skis, pausing to shoot, and then buzzing off again to blaze through the next circuit of the course or bust through a penalty lap as quick as they could. Lots and lots of activity, and as the leaders started to really race for the finish the excitement became a joyous cacophony of cheering and cow bells and noise makers and shouts of encouragement from fans speaking many different languages. Quite thrilling.

Then there was a bit of downtime between the competitions, time to warm up in the spectators tent and buy souvenirs. CP and I took a moment to agree that coming to watch the biathlon had been the BEST idea EVER. The Women 10 km Pursuit began around noon and it was equally fantastic, although my feet had finally started to get legitimately cold. Within two hours it was all over, and we were bumping down the mountain on the bus, headed for beers and grub in Fort Kent. We were revved up, brimming over with glee. Watching the biathlon was so FUN! The rest of the trip was fun too – meeting locals at Bee Jays Tavern, checking out the ice castle, walking around Fort Kent as it snowed…and finally winding up in the next town over, crashed in a bed at a Christian Life Retreat Center, falling asleep at 8 o’clock in the evening after a long and brilliantly great day.

I couldn’t ask for a better adventure. Driving home the long way the next day, all the way around on Rt. 1, we couldn’t stop talking about the biathlon. What an experience. Thanks again, Down East, for bringing it to my attention. I can’t wait to see what you inspire me to do next! 🙂

1-Andrea Henkel (took 1st) warming up

More photos here.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 8, 2011

Trash Origami

DSC00903by Michael G. Lafosse and Richard L. Alexander

I love the concept of making beautiful or fun things out of trash. I’ve been making paper cranes out of candy wrappers, soup can labels, those annoying cards stuck in magazines, flyers, brochures, etc., ever since I learned how to fold them. I see a bit of paper and I go to work on it!

I found this book at my library recently and took it home in eager excitement. It proved to be fantastic. From a review point of view, I have to note that while there are instructions on how to get a square or a proper rectangle out of a huge assortment of materials (which are listed and discussed), the book lacks an overview of the basic folding techniques. There is a DVD included which probably touches on that, but the book itself is not meant for an origami beginner. I’m fairly competent at simple origami and since I did know a lot of the folds and could figure out the rest, I found the instructions pretty easy to follow. Some of the designs were originals by the authors, and some were gathered from other international origami artists. I liked a lot of the projects and tried my hand at a few of them yesterday afternoon.

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Here’s a closer look at the “Curler Unit Ball” (designed by Herman Van Goubergen) which the authors suggested making out of Christmas cards:

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I LOVE this thing! It was somewhat time consuming, curling all four points on twelve different pieces, but although I couldn’t imagine how it would work it was actually quite simple to put together.

The authors own Origamido Studio. In addition to publishing books and making instructional DVDs, they make fine art origami pieces using their own handcrafted papers. They’re both biologists too, so they like to make realistic looking origami animals and plants. Here are some designs from another book of theirs that I’ll be looking for in the future. Pretty cool.

Now please excuse me while I go make another curly paper ball. And FYI, don’t throw out your candy wrappers – they make lovely little paper butterflies! 🙂

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | February 2, 2011

Spending a Snowy Day With Raymond Queneau

I was going to go tubing today with some friends, but due to the severe snow storm raging outside I am instead reading Witch Grass and listening to Broken Bells.

I am fairly certain that I will like this book. 30 pages in and I am delighted by the style and the flow of events. I am also pleased to be in the company of an author who said this:

After all, why shouldn’t we demand a certain effort from the reader? We always explain everything to him. In the end, he gets fed up with being treated with such contempt.

Do I indeed! I am eager to devote a certain effort to Queneau, and I feel that such effort will be rewarded.

Here’s The High Road by Broken Bells for your listening pleasure.

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