"athirst for compliments"

The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder

"The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs. Her religious beliefs went first, for all she could ask of a god, or of immortality, was the gift of a place where daughters love their mothers; the other attributes of Heaven you could have for a song. Next she lost her belief in the sincerity of those about her. She secretly refused to believe that anyone (herself excepted) loved anyone. All families lived in a wasteful atmosphere of custom and kissed one another with secret indifference. She saw that the people of this world moved about in an armor of egotism, drunk with self-gazing, athirst for compliments, hearing little of what was said to them, unmoved by the accidents that befell their closest friends, in dread of all appeals that might interrupt their long communion with their own desires. These were the sons and daughters of Adam from Cathay to Peru. And when on the balcony her thoughts reached this turn, her mouth would contract with shame for she knew that she too sinned and that though her love for her daughter was vast enough to include all the colors of love, it was not without a shade of tyranny: she loved her daughter not for her daughter's sake, but for her own. She longed to free herself from this ignoble bond; but the passion was too fierce to cope with."


"Camila had intended to be perfunctory and if possible impudent, but now she was struck for the first time with the dignity of the old woman. The mercer's daughter would carry herself at times with all the distinction of the Montemayors and when she was drunk she wore the grandeur of Hecuba."


"Esteban fell face downward upon the floor. 'I am alone, alone, alone,' he cried. The Captain stood above him, his great plain face ridged and gray with pain; it was his own old hours he was reliving. He was the awkwardest speaker in the world apart from the lore of the sea, but there are times when it requires a high courage to speak the banal. He could not be sure the figure on the floor was listening, but he said, 'We do what we can. We push on, Esteban, as best we can. It isn't for long, you know. Time keeps going by. You'll be surprised at the way time passes.'"


"Now he discovered that secret from which one never quite recovers, that even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other. There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but there may never be two that love one another equally well."


"He respected that slight nervous shadow that crossed her face when he came too near her. But there arose out of this denial itself the perfume of a tenderness, that ghost of passion which, in the most unexpected relationship, can make even a whole lifetime devoted to irksome duty pass like a gracious dream."


"He divided the inhabitants of this world into two groups, into those who had loved, and those that had not. It was a horrible aristocracy, apparently, for those who had no capacity for love (or rather for suffering in love) could not be said to be alive and certainly would not live again after their death. They were a kind of straw population, filling the world with their meaningless laughter and tears and chatter and disappearing still lovable and vain into thin air. For this distinction he cultivated his own definition of love that was like no other and that had gathered all its bitterness and pride from his odd life. He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living. There was (he believed) a great repertory of errors mercifully impossible to human beings who had recovered from this illness. Unfortunately there remained to them a host of failings, but at least (from among many illustrations) they never mistook a protracted amiability for the whole conduct of life, they never again regarded any human being, from a prince to a servant, as a mechanical object."


"Like all solitary persons he had invested friendship with a divine glamour: he imagined that the people he passed on the street, laughing together and embracing when they parted, the people who dined together with so many smiles, you will scarcely believe me, but he imagined that they were extracting from all that congeniality great store of satisfaction."

"he trembled"

The Last Days of Dogtown by Anita Diamant

"He had been touched so little in his life; he trembled at the tenderness of her hand on him."


"Whereever she walked, Judy was careful to steer her thoughts away from Cornelius. She never took the path where she'd first laid eyes on him crouched over a squirrel trap."


"One night, alone in her Dogtown bed, Judy finally admitted to herself that she had been in love with Cornelius. 'In love' precisely as it was described in the novels and poems she had read with Martha; love as a kind of sweet madness that colored everything. Judy had been shocked that strangers across the ocean could describe the workings of her Yankee heart: the preoccupation and yearning, the soaring happiness and keen appreciation of a man's hidden qualities, the sublime meeting of souls. And yet, there was never a mention of the sort of union she'd shared with Cornelius, the longing and fulfillment of the flesh that could transform two bodies into one."

White Noise by Don DeLillo

White Noise by Don DeLillo tells the story of Jack Gladney, a middle-aged professor of Hitler Studies (a department that he himself created). He lives in suburbia and is married to his fourth wife, Babette, with whom he has a large blended family. After being exposed to an "airborne toxic event" Jack develops an intense fear of death.

I liked this book, but I've found it difficult to approach. There are a lot of "ideas" in the book and even though I put it in air quotes I don't think that it's a bad thing. The title refers to the white noise resulting from a consumerist society. Also a majority of the book is focused on discussing Jack and other characters' fears of death. Although there are serious themes in the book, overall the book is written in a satirical fashion and it is comical though not laugh-out-loud funny.

I liked the book. It was a quick read. It was interesting. But, in general, I'm just not passionate about it. This is the first book of DeLillo's that I've read. Some of his other books sound really interesting, so I'll probably read one of those at some point. I just really don't have much to say on this book.

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi

I just finished reading my first graphic novel, which was The Complete Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. Having never read a "graphic novel" before, although this was more of a memoir than a novel, I really didn't know how I'd like it. I loved it. The combination of drawings and minimal text was a powerful way to tell this story.

In Persepolis, Satrapi tells her life story beginning with her childhood in Iran at the time of the Islamic Revolution. She details how life changed during and after this event, including being forced to wear the veil and seeing friends and family members imprisoned for opposing the government. Satrapi's parents send her to Austria and she describes the difficulties she had fitting in there, until eventually, she returns to Iran. Satrapi goes on to describe the difficulties of being a young adult in Iran, including the difficulties of having romantic relationships.

Like I said, I really loved this book. I was familiar with the history of Iran to the point that it's described in the book, but it was interesting to see it from a little girl's perspective. It was also interesting to see the contrast of how people had to act in public compared with what they did behind closed doors. I also loved the drawings in this book, they are very simple, black and white drawings, but they manage to convey a lot of information. After reading Persepolis, I will definitely read more graphic novels, as well as more by Satrapi.

Sync by Steven Strogatz

Sync: The Emerging Science of Spontaneous Order by Steven Strogatz was an excellent read. Strogatz is a professor of mathematics at Cornell University, and he has written this book about how many biological and nonliving processes have a tendency to synchronize. This book is packed with information and examples, yet it is still very engaging and easy to follow.

Sync covers a variety of topics. On the biological side, Strogatz describes how fireflies in certain geographical regions flash in sync with one another and how a person's circadian rhythms are regulated by environmental cues and body temperature. On the nonliving side, Strogatz describes how lasers are made by harnessing synchronous atomic emissions and how superconductivity results from electrons moving in sync. Strogatz then goes on to analyze how human behavior can sync up such as in the spread of fads or in how traffic jams develop. Throughout all this, Strogatz describes the scientific research that led to these discoveries including his own research.

I found this book to be very interesting. The actual examples of sync and their explanations were fascinating, but what I enjoyed even more were the descriptions of the experiments leading to these discoveries and the descriptions of the scientists working on these problems. Strogatz did a great job of explaining the concepts behind sync. He would first describe a theoretical concept and then he would rephrase it using everyday objects. He also emphasized the difficulty of the math involved, even for him, and how he and other scientists need to simplify things in order to understand it. Although the topics in this book are very complex, Strogatz made them understandable for the average reader.

Challenges: I read this book originally for the Dewey Decimal Challenge (Its # is 003). At the time, I didn't realize how scientific this book was, so I will also use it for the Science Book Challenge.

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

I just finished reading The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. I received this book as a Christmas gift from my mom. She has a weird habit of giving me philosophy-related, classic novels as gifts. Last year, she gave me The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing. I was curious to read this book -- I've heard so many negative things about Rand, like that her novels are just a vehicle for her to espouse Objectivism, the philosophical system that she developed. The Fountainhead was published in 1943, which is before Rand officially established Objectivism. I haven't done much research into Rand's philosophy, so I'm going to refrain from commenting on it and just focus on the novel.

The Fountainhead is basically a study of the interactions between several characters who are archetypes of different ideals. It primarily follows the career of Howard Roark, an architect with a unique style who refuses to compromise with what the general public wants or expects. Because of this, he is admired by some and persecuted by others. The book also follows the career of Peter Keating, another architect coming up at the same time as Roark who gives the public exactly what they want and expect. Ellsworth Toohey, an architectural critic who champions the voice of the public, tries to influence and control both Roark's and Keating's careers. Gail Wynand is the owner of the newspaper that Toohey writes for who panders to what the public wants for the money, while he considers himself to be above that. Dominique Francon is a woman who falls in love with Roark and tries to destroy his career at every chance, to see if he will persevere.

I really expected to hate this book, but I ended up liking it fairly well. I thought the characterizations were really strong although unrealistic. The message of this book to me is that the majority of society is really dumb and will like and want whatever they're told to like and want. I hate to say it because it's really mean, but I generally tend to agree with that viewpoint. The character that I liked the most and was the most appalled by was Ellsworth Toohey, who recognizes this fact and tries to use it to control society. This book is really long (727 pages). I don't think it needed to be that long, but the story sucked me in more than I expected it to. I expected this book to take me about a month to get through, but it only took about two weeks. I didn't find it to be too heavy on philosophy, although others might disagree. I will probably end up reading more by Rand, but I'm not in any rush to do so.

Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman

I've wanted to read Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman for awhile (I forget where and when I first heard about it), and I finally got around to it as part of the What's in a Name 2 reading challenge. I thought I had never read anything by Hoffman before, but one section of the book was about a little girl with leukemia and it reminded of a book, At Risk about a young girl with AIDS. I looked in the front of the book and sure enough, Hoffman had written At Risk. My mom had that book, and I read it many times between the ages of 10 and 13 (I had a weird love for books about kids with terminal illnesses). Anyway, it was odd and kind of cool that I recognized Hoffman's voice in one small passage after all these years.

Anyway, I really liked Blackbird House. This book is a collection of interrelated stories that all take place in the title house, located on Cape Cod, Massachusetts from colonial times until the present day. The stories are about each successive occupant(s) of the house and tells how they got the house from the occupants in the previous story. The stories generally focus on the women or girls in the house who tend to be eccentric and to fiercely love their families. The house gets its name from a white blackbird that appears in most, if not all, of the stories.

This book was a very short, easy read. I really enjoyed all of the stories, there wasn't one I disliked. I thought that the characters in all the stories were well developed. The stories themselves were emotionally engaging and I teared up during quite a few of them. I'm really glad I finally read this book and also that I was reminded of At Risk, which I now want to reread. I will definitely be reading more by Hoffman.