Sunday, June 13

Northern Lights or The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman

It's one of my goals this summer to read at least a book a week. I realized during the school year how busy life gets with work and just trying to keep up with the students, so summertime has become my time to catch up on things I want to read, things I should read so I can stay in touch with my students, and things I should read to stay in touch with the literary world. Thankfully, often these categories cross over and I get to immerse myself in a new novel every week that will add to my library.

The first for the summer was actually an audio book I picked up from dad. It was a trilogy called His Dark Materials, with the first book being Northern Lights. One of my students had mentioned the books in passing and they were readily available, so I picked the trilogy up. Only later did I realize that in the USA it was popularized as The Golden Compass.

  

Listening to the book wasn't my favorite. There were missing links throughout that sometimes were connected and put to rest, but often the reader was left dangling. Obviously there are those things that are purposely left dangling because it's a trilogy, but these were small things, such as "How did the armored bear know where she was?" or "Apparently there must be a second entrance because that character wasn't in the room a few minutes ago." Moments like that aren't a big deal, but tend to pull the reader out of the story. Also, the audio books seemed to leave out quite a bit. Rather than explaining the sounds that are happening and reading the full book on tape, often it was as if they replaced the words with actual sounds. Seems like that would be a good thing, doesn't it? Well, it is, until you realize how hard it is to tell the difference between a door opening and a trunk opening and either option is possible in the story. Since it doesn't explain in the dialog for a couple of sentences, the reader is left unsure of what is actually being found and how it was found, thus pulling them out of the story yet again.  I just picked up the second book at the library yesterday, so I'm hoping that the audio book's interpretation is at fault for the lack of good, solid writing style. I'll let you know. 

As for the more intriguing discussion, many people say The Golden Compass is anti-organized religion. Honestly I didn't think about that when I was listening. It has a heavy-handed, moralistic feeling to it of being against anything organized that remains unquestioned by the majority of people. This isn't a new theme in literature though; it's been done over and over in different ways. My problem with it was how heavily the author chose to write it in. Rather than keeping the story line and plot foremost in the work, it almost felt as is Pullman made his message and moral the first priority and then tacked the story on to make it a little more palatable. Bad choice. Never is it a good thing when the reader can hear a dogmatic author voicing thoughts in his or her ear. Sadly, this defect cannot be the result of a poor audio tape reading or interpretation. Nor can the fact be that Pullman's characters can be flat, lifeless, and utterly one-dimensional. These cliched stereotypes drag the book down, creating even less of a plot to really sink yourself into on a rainy afternoon. Whereas some authors choose to make minor characters one dimensional because the stereotype is quicker, Pullman uses the stereotypes to criticize and find fault with people alive today. He chooses to create a one-dimensional character because it helps his moral, not because it helps the story. Again, never a good decision. Hopefully the second book will allow the reader to think their own thoughts and choose their own pathways of interpretation. Again, I'll be sure to let you know. 

Saturday, June 12

Awkward Situations

To explain why on earth it's taken me so long to update, here is a short, dramatized experience from the life of Lindsay Oldroyd occurring a few weeks ago. (Sorry if the first person narration throws you off...)


The gymnasium was echoing with hundreds of teenage voices as they talked about their latest crushes, pet peeves, copied opinions, and who was dating/cheating on whom. The teachers, as usual, spread out towards the back forming an ineffective line, yet firmly in their places as "Keepers of the Peace" overlooking the students. I, however, was friends with all the teachers who happened to be pregnant and therefore got a coveted seat next to some parents.
A middle-aged blonde woman with the typical puffy, Utah-mom haricut, khakis, SAS shoes and unfitted button-up turned to me and asked, "Are you Mrs. Oldroyd?"
"I am," I replied congenially, not recognizing her face.
"Oh, how nice. My son is in your class." 
At this I realized that he must be in my English classes and that therefore, I probably don't really know her son well. I had just started teaching the English classes and was still struggling to match names on paper with faces and personalities. 
"How wonderful!" I replied, slightly faking it. "How is he liking class? Mrs. Phillips is such a great teacher he must have loved having her." (Mrs. Phillips was on maternity leave, which is why I was taking over her classes.)
The chit chat continued for a few moments before she slightly changed the topic and off handedly mentioned, "You know, when I found out you were teaching my son, I wanted to find out more about you and googled you." My eyebrows raised slightly and chin cocked sideways-up in surprise at this admission, but she continued her steady course. "I even found your blog and read it. I found it because of your entry on LPA, but I completely agree about your review of that one book... the historical one... what was it's name again?"
"Cotillion?" (Same facial expression as though slightly frozen, although a small smile was pulling at the side of my lips.)
"Oh yes, yes," she forged, "that one. Georgette Heyer..... talk, talk, talk.... Austen quote on your page is interesting, why... talk,talk,talk... do you really think that....talk, talk, talk..." On she went about things I'd forgotten I'd even thought, let alone written down. Mercifully the assembly started as Mrs. Smyka announced the theme and invited her students on stage.
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As I left the gymnasium an hour later I had the odd sense that perhaps I wasn't quite the unknown I had imagined myself. And, more importantly, perhaps all my concern over privacy when it came to separation of my work life and normal life had not only been thwarted, but was simply impossible. 


Okay, granted, not literarily the best short story I've ever come up with, but you get the point. It was so bizarre that people from that section of my life read my blog (something firmly entrenched in my personal life). Why would anyone else pick it up to read? I'm really not that interesting of a writer; one with only decent grammar and not particularly an entertaining voice. Point being, it kind of weirded me out a little bit. Having someone unknown read it is fine and quite fun to think about. Actually meeting someone who reads it and wanted to discuss things about my opinions and personality whom I'd never met before threw me off a little. 


Anyway, last night I was chatting with Janna (ever the one bringing the best and most logical advice) and she pointed out I was being somewhat silly. Also, just talking to her about it made me realize how much I actually have missed blogging. So, whether I know you or not, whether I'll ever know you or not, I promise to be better at keeping this updated and I'll try my best to be more entertaining and much less awkward if I ever happen to meet you on the street. :)