First Lines

Books Bought:

1. Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier*
2. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
3. Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell*
4. Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai
5. Microtrends by Mark Penn
6. The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

*bought, but I already own a copy at home. 

Books Read:

1. Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan
2. The Complete Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby
3. Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

 

So I’m back from traipsing around beautiful Southeast Asia. Singapore has many charms including a stunning national orchid garden and a Borders bookstore. I wish I could have bought out Borders, but unfortunately the exchange rate + GST=no go. But I’m rather glad to be back here in my home away from home. It’s pretty chilly still so I’ve taken to grabbing books in the morning and heading over to a warm cafe to read for the afternoons. The less I turn on my heater (that doesn’t really do the job anyway), the smaller our monthly electric/gas bill, and the happier everyone is. 

But I’m writing this post because I just reread Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier today. What a great book. It’s so underhanded but a page-turner. But I think one of the best parts is the opening line because it captures so much of how the plot will resolve itself, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” And then because I read that opening line, I thought about another famous opening line, “Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.” 

And that got me thinking, what makes a great first line? Why are those two so memorable? And I was going to some literary criticism search on it, but I don’t feel like asking the experts tonight. I think in the case of Mrs. Dalloway, it must have to do with how carefully chosen each word must be–because the story is such a short one. I can’t, at the moment, think of any other first lines that have always stuck with me. 

The other great thing about Rebecca is the anonymous narrator. I feel like the Anonymous Narrator should get more appreciation as a character. I haven’t sat down to think about it systematically, but I wonder if the anonymous narrator is a period thing or geographic or universal. But there’s so much character building by choosing to leave out names–a sharp contrast to Jhumpa Lahiri’s point about names. 

So yeah, I’m planning to read a lot more this year. I’m not quite sure why I rebought Gone With The Wind. I have the exact same copy/edition sitting on my bookshelf at home, and I have plenty of other things to read here. But I was feeling a little homesick, and I saw the red cover in the bookstore, and I had a strange craving to relive Scarlett O’Hara. Never thought I would identify myself so much with Atlanta, Georgia.

the polysyllabic spree

So I am leaving in two days for a two-week vacation of sorts in southeast Asia. Yesterday I spent about three hours in a bookstore that sells English books, and I in that span of three hours, I became indecisive to the nth degree. I was pacing around that bookstore trying to figure out what in the world I was going to read. This is precisely why I made my alphabet/names book reading system (I may have to post on that later): I can’t ever decide what to read next. And the worst is whenever I’m going away for a time because I hate that feeling of not having my library at my disposal. So then I always overpack and take way too many books. And I already know I’m going to do that for this vacation, but in the spirit of openness and vulnerability, here is my ever-changing list of books I’ll be lugging when I hop on a plane this Wednesday (in no particular order):

1. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby: This is a memoir about making book lists much like this one. Nick Hornby is hilarious and related to McSweeney’s therefore I must read this. 
2. The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan: So I took this class during the spring of 2008 called Food and Cuisine in Europe and America, and ever since then I’ve been pretty interested in this new category of history. I don’t know how I feel about food as a category (I had another professor come down pretty hard on this new fad of strange history categories like food and fashion…he is of the opinion that we need to go retro and reconcentrate on political and military history instead of the fluff of social history), but I checked the bibliography in the back of this book and it had a ton of the books I read for my class. So I thought I’d check it out.
3. Power, Faith, and Fantasy: America in the Middle East, 1776 to the Present by Michael Oren: I was so happy when I found this book yesterday!!! I almost took Professor Oren’s class last spring, but I needed to narrow down my class list at the time. But there’s so much going on in this part of the world right now, and I wanted to get a good overview from a respected historian. And this is exactly what I was looking for.
4. The Holiness of God by R.C. Sproul: I can’t believe that I haven’t read this book yet. I listened to R.C. Sproul’s sermon by the same name, and it was incredible. I don’t want to be a woman (indeed, person) of wimpy theology so I’m looking forward to learning from this book.
5. Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan
6. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
7. A Treatise on Religious Affections by Jonathan Edwards: Oh man, we didn’t get to do any justice at all in Ms. Huie’s class when we read Edwards. I don’t know if I’ll have time over vacation to really understand Edwards but I hope to at least start.

Books I read this semester (note how many I read in four months and then note, above, how many I expect to read in two weeks…):

1. The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck
2. Generation Ex by Jen Abbas
3. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
4. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
5. Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K. Rowling
6. The Princess Diaries Volume III, Princess in Love by Meg Cabot
7. The Princess Diaries Volume IV, Mia Goes Fourth by Meg Cabot
8. A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Books I’m still in the middle of reading:

1. The Supremacy of Christ by Ajith Fernando
2. Instruments in the Hands of the Redeemer by Paul Tripp (this book is so amazing that I have reread parts of the beginning over and over which is why I’m taking forever to read it, I’m sure to the dismay of my friend who leant it out to me)
3. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitgerald (so I just picked up this book as sort of a comfort read and I have written all over this book…there are so many thoughts I had never really processed until I started writing in books)

So yes, here I am, well aware that I will not finish the books I take with me, but still blissfully optimistic about it anyhow.