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Have Food, Will Travel

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That’s just one of many shelves of foodie books, and four of them are about France. I have a minor obsession with French and Italian food, drink, and tradition.

Actually, I love most travel books told from a food perspective. I love reading about what grows there, how food is prepared, what spices they use, and the history of it all. As is also true of individuals, a country’s wealth and a country’s trouble is usually tied to a country’s food (or lack thereof).

I’m currently reading through Mireille Guiliano‘s books on the benefits of French customs. I love the anticipation that infuses Marcella Hazan’s books. And Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence is one of the books I wish I’d written (and one of the trips I’d still love to take, although I’m not sure I’m prepared to actually buy property).

What are some of your favorite foodie travel books (seriously – I’d love recommendations)?

I’m writing 31 Days of Shelfies.

Manners!

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Note to self: Find other time besides dusk to take photos. Need better lighting.

Also pictured: one of the cutest cups in the world.

I have a healthy throng of how-to books, particularly when it comes to cooking and entertaining. But scattered among them are a few guidebooks simply on how to be nice. I think I picked up one of the Miss Manners books from a library sale, but the others were gifts. I’m not sure what the gift of “Here, have a book on how not to be an ass,” says (you know…other than that), but I do enjoy thumbing through them.

Reading through Emily Post’s Etiquette: Manners for a New World is like listening to propriety lessons from my parents, particularly regarding my inclination to report various events to “The Internets.”  I love the wit in Miss Manners’ Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior. It reminds me of punctuation nerd conversations about the Oxford comma. And Don’t: A Manual of Mistakes and Improprieties More or Less Prevalent in Conduct and Speech is fun to read aloud to captive guests.

And that’s all I want for these manuals to be in my house- fun. Yes, it’s important to have good manners, or as Peggy Post puts it, “a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others.” It’s nice to be polite. But “good” and “polite” according to whom? In writing Feast, I have wrestled with this conundrum. What seems like good manners to some people is stiff, dull, and unnecessary to others. And to hold others to a standard of behavior that really speaks more to certain personality quirks, certain cultural norms (i.e., whiteness), and certain tactical preferences than to real other-awareness seems to accomplish exactly the opposite of what it claims to intend. Rude.

I would like to hear more diverse voices in the area of etiquette.

I am writing 31 Days of Shelfies.

Cooking for One

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When I first lived alone, I relished coming home and having popcorn or a bowl of strawberries for dinner. One of the perks of living alone is that there is no one else to cook for unless I specifically invite them over, so I can always do what I want.

But it didn’t take long to start to miss cooking (and eating) proper meals. And while I’m not opposed to leftovers, I also don’t find it appetizing to eat the same thing four times a week. However, my cooking experience was in cooking meals for groups.

I needed guidance.

So I started acquiring a nice collection of cookbooks about cooking for one. The one pictured above is my favorite (and not just because her shoes are amazing – click on the following link to check out those shoes). Even the title is the best: The Pleasure is All Mine: Selfish Food for Modern Life by Suzanne Pirret.

This book is two parts cookbook, one part memoir. She has great stories and great recipes. Added bonus – the cocktail pairings. She has a fantastic name, too. I feel that she and I could be friends.

There are other books that I love in this specific genre. Judith Jones’s The Pleasures of Cooking for One is wonderful. Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant is one that I bought just for the title, but it’s right up my alley – a collection of essays on the subject of cooking and dining alone.

What sub-genres do you love?

I am writing 31 days of shelfies.

In Defense of TV

As mentioned in my previous post, my dear friend Michelle visited this weekend. We watched a lot of TV, as per our custom.

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One of the many shelves of my TV collection

We watched one episode of The Newsroom and many episodes of Firefly. After she left, I watched more Firefly and Gilmore Girls while knitting.

I love TV. I love it much more than I like movies, because it allows me to get to know the characters. It’s difficult in a two-hour movie for me to attach to a character enough to care what happens to them. I mean, it’s sad when they die in the general sense that I recognize death as a sad experience for the survivors and thus experience some generic human empathy, but the character deaths that really affect me are the ones in TV shows. It’s been over a decade, and I’m still not over Serenity.

Many writers might not share this experience, but I think that watching TV and participating in fandom have made me a better writer.

I often say that Elmore Leonard taught me to write dialogue, and that’s true, but I also learned a lot from Joss Whedon and Aaron Sorkin and Amy Sherman-Palladino (and Shonda Rhimes and David E. Kelley). Television rewired my brain so that dialogue doesn’t stay flat on the page; when I’m writing it, I’m imagining it in action. This also helps me visualize my characters better and write character-driven plots.

Being an active member of fandom (and by that, I do mean “one who reads and writes fanfiction,” although that is not the only way to be active) also helped my writing. Writing and sharing fanfiction taught me to receive and give constructive feedback. It also taught me to recognize feedback that wasn’t helpful and learn to disregard it without wasting emotion on it. Most of all, though, writing stories with someone else’s characters taught me how to stay true to a character (because diehard fans will definitely let you know if you get it wrong or if it seems a little off). This skill has been invaluable when writing with the characters I’ve created.

So while I don’t recommend a regular four-hour-a-day habit, letting yourself get involved in the world and the characters of your favorite TV shows can improve your skills, too.

What TV shows/characters do you love? What fuels your creativity?

I’m showing and telling 31 days of shelfies this month.

Fandom Friends

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This was the sort of pic where a tripod or a selfie stick would have come in handy. Alas, I had neither. But I think it’s cute anyway. Also, I made Michelle put on her Superman hoodie for the shot, and you can’t even see our clothes. I was just so excited to get a picture I could use with both of us and the shelves in the background that wasn’t fuzzy from our laughing or my inability to take this picture.

Michelle came to visit this weekend! We ate glorious, terrible food and drink, and we watched glorious and terrible things.

But first, before the liberal libations started flowing, we had to take a picture that I think captures the essence of our friendship.

I met Michelle on the Michael Rosenbaum Message Board (the MRMB, for those in the know). It was the youth of our Smallville fandom – the early seasons when Clark and Lex fell in love were also beginning their legendary friendship. And we bonded over our fascination with how this series characterized Lex (and also by our fascination with the fellow who played him). We traveled to fan gatherings together, we spent hours on the message board, dissecting every nuanced glance, and we got to know each other outside our TV interests as well.

But TV was what brought us together.

Our plan for Friday evening was to drink until we were tipsy enough not to notice how terrible Magic Mike is when we watched it (we had been warned).

Friends, there is not enough alcohol in the world.

And when I had no words to express how truly awful an experience that movie was, it was our fandom background that helped me express it.

“You know, I once spent the weekend with MRMB fans in New York, and we watched 1999. Then we were so angry at Michael Rosenbaum for making that terrible movie. It was the worst movie I had ever seen. UNTIL NOW.”

And she understood. And she understands why, despite this experience, we must someday watch the second one because Matt Bomer sings in it.

Fandom is not rational, but it is wonderful and is made more so by friends who share it.

I am a little behind on my 31 Days of Shelfies. I really need to get a home computer.

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No one is ever going to mistake me for some sort of exercise guru.

But I am passionate enough about a few ways of moving that I study and read about them. Sometimes in lieu of actually doing them. But I’m getting better at that.

I am weird in that I love core work. Love it. I don’t even have to psych myself up to do it. And I suppose this is good, because regular practice of something like Pilates or the floor warm-ups for ballet/modern dance helps every other activity that I ever do. Having a strong core helps me avoid back problems and injuries that happen when you are using other muscles to do what the stomach muscles are supposed to do. The Pilates Body is my core work Bible.

The Complete Tap Dictionary and The Dancer Prepares: Modern Dance for Beginners are two of my old textbooks from when I took a college level tap class (OMG) and my first modern class ever (up until then, it had been only ballet and tap). I still refer to them occasionally for technique, and I am sure that I’ll especially be using the tap book a lot when Tammy’s knee heals and we celebrate by taking some classes.

Running is the activity that I read about the most. Running books are super inspirational, even though most of them often have me snorting and saying, “I will never do that.” Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is more my speed. It’s still inspiring, but it doesn’t have any of this run-in-Antarctica or run-naked-in-death-valley nonsense.

And finally, The BalleCore(r) Workout. I am talking myself (with a little nudge from my boss, who loves it) into starting Pure Barre classes soon. So I checked this book out from the library again and have been practicing so that I don’t injure myself during my public debut when I get all competitive about it.

What exercise do you love/not-hate? Do you read about it, too?

I am taking shelfies and talking books this month.

My Books

My Book

This is my favorite picture I’ve taken in a long time. I’m not sure what I was trying to do here, but it makes me laugh and laugh.

I do know where I’m pointing, though. On my shelves, that’s where my books – the books I’ll write – will go.

Like the books of the authors on the L Shelves, I will want to keep my nonfiction and fiction together. You can’t see it in the picture, but I’ve already left some space on this shelf for Tolkien to shift on down when I have my first published book in hand.

(I enjoy that my book gets to sit next to Tolkien on my shelf.)

I have two manuscripts started. This month, I’m working to finish Feast, and I will be starting back up in December writing more on Fishbowl. I have a story I wrote during NaNoWriMo one year called Emma Jane, which Maggie helped me realize was actually two stories, so I’m going to pick up one of those again (I guess the Emma portion) after I finish Fishbowl.

But in November, I’m going to take some of the Jane character and rewrite/add another dimension to her story. Or I may (read: most likely will) start over with that character and a whole new story line. Either way, I’m excited to get another story started.

“But Suzanne – doesn’t that slow down your writing process?” you ask.

Yes and no.

Yes, it takes longer to write two or three books than it does to write one. But – and this is why the process works for me – when one story is getting stagnant, I can turn to another, read a little bit of it, and write it with fresh eyes.

I do some of my best work that way.

And I promise, someday it will show up in that space on my shelf.

I’m taking (sometimes ridiculous) pictures of myself and my shelves and writing about it this month.

The L Shelves

The L Shelf

My dream home is one that has space for all the books I aspire to own. It will have several bookcases for nonfiction, two bookcases in or near the kitchen for all my cookbooks and foodie books (basically anything with a recipe in it), a large bookcase or two for my feminism/political science/sociology section, and a small bookcase for music.

As for fiction, I want one bookcase for every letter of the alphabet. That does not mean, of course, that I will have enough books in each letter to fill a bookcase. Some will overlap. I mean, I love Anna Quindlen, but I will never have as many Q’s as I have A’s (because Allende and Alvarez…also Austin…suffice it to say there are a lot of A’s). But just imagine – 26 bookshelves, all full of fiction. I’d never want to leave the house.

L is another letter that could use its own bookcase. As it is, it takes up two and a half shelves.The L shelves are the reason that my fiction and nonfiction are currently mixed together; I just can’t bring myself to separate Anne Lamott’s memoirs from her fiction. I want to keep all those babies together. Ditto for Jen Lancaster and C. S. Lewis.

The section of the L Shelves that I have pictured above highlight three of my favorite women to read. Anne Lamott spoke to a lot of my misgivings with various churches I attended and let me know I wasn’t all alone in the world. Jen Lancaster (shout out to Maggie for introducing me to Jen Lancaster, or JenLan as…only Maggie and I…call her) and Jenny Lawson started out as writers of blogs that I love and now have written books that I love. The L’s need their own bookcase so that I have room to own everything they ever write.

Any time I lack motivation or ambition, I just think of how glorious all those bookshelves will be, and it drives me.

What drives you?

I am writing 31 Days about my shelves and all the love I store on them.

Sweet Valley High

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The hand is the only part of me that can reach this shelf…and just barely.

Up high on one of my shelves lives the start of a collection of books that remind me of my junior high years. I loved and read the whole Sweet Valley High saga. As I put down my Barbie dolls, I picked up Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield and fell right into their world.

All my friends who read them identified as either a Jessica – wild, spontaneous, carefree – or an Elizabeth – responsible, studious, thoughtful – even though no one I knew actually fell into only one category. My friend C was a Jessica. My friend K was an Elizabeth. I thought I was totally an Elizabeth but wanted to be more of a Jessica. Jessica seemed to have more fun.

The one aspect of Elizabeth that I really coveted was her boyfriend Todd. Alas, there was no Todd in my life.

Some people gleefully devoured Sweet Valley Kids and Sweet Valley Twins, but I was a purist. I stuck to canon.

My goal is to own the whole series. I keep watching for them at library sales and keep track of prices on Amazon and various other used book sites.

Do you collect any series? Which one(s)?

I’m showing and telling you about the books I love this month.

Banned Books

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It’s an unusual year when a Toni Morrison book goes unchallenged. Translation: read more Toni Morrison.

Last week was Banned Books Week. Banned Books Week is a yearly program established by the American Library Association’s Office for Intellectual Freedom. The point of the week is to celebrate the freedom to read – to read any and everything one chooses – and to oppose being told what not to read.

I wish every week was Banned Books Week.

Challenges to certain books being on library shelves is more than censorship. It is cowardice. It is ignorance. In faith-based circles, it is a glaring lack of faith.

Fear of the written word is not unfounded. Words are powerful. But rather than being a reason not to read – to shelter ourselves from the scary things – it is a reason to read more. To march bravely into that which frightens us. Often, we will find more good there than evil. Often, it is the place we find God.

Our tendency to cower and avoid things that we don’t instantly understand doesn’t just cause us to miss out on beautiful literature, breathtaking poetry, and raw human prose.

It dumbs us down. It reduces our understanding of human experience to that which is strictly our own personal experience. It whitewashes everything that is not our experience so that it doesn’t seem real.

It robs us of compassion. Failure to read stories that are different from our own perspective is like putting on blinders. It makes us cynical and distrusting. Cynicism breeds contempt. Contempt destroys compassion.

In an electorate that takes foolish pride in how much it rejects, it allows us to remain uninformed, gullible sheep (only less useful and cute).

It’s why, instead of real debates and platforms during election years, we get the circus (I need a new metaphor; circus performers are way more organized than that.).

One of my favorite Humans of New York posts gives a great piece of advice. If you want to change the world, read books by people you disagree with. I am not sure where Brandon Stanton first heard this nugget of wisdom, but it’s solid. I would make it even broader, though.

If you want to change the world – read. Read everything. Read things you like. Read things you don’t like. Read things you never knew you would like until you read them.

I challenge myself to at least one specific reading goal a year. Next year, it’s going to be reading everything on this list that I haven’t already read. Next year is my banned books year.

What book has challenged you the most?

I am taking shelfies and writing about them this month.