Monday, September 28, 2015
Supermoon lunar eclipse 28 September 2015
I set my alarm early this morning (at 3:45 am) so that I could watch the supermoon lunar eclipse here in Oslo Norway. The last time there was a lunar eclipse of a supermoon was in 1982; the next one won't happen until 2033. Strange to think about that--where will we be in 2033? So it was worth the loss of sleep to get up early to witness this beautiful and rare event. Night photography is not easy, as I've talked about before. While I took a lot of photos, only a few were good, and even they were not as optimal as I'd hoped they'd be. But I hope you enjoy them.
taken at 3:56 am |
taken at 4:20 am |
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Some of Ray Bradbury's reflections about life
The National Endowment for the Arts posted these quotes by Ray Bradbury on their blog the other day (25 September 2015). I thought the quotes were very good, and wanted to share them with you. Here they are reprinted from their blog http://arts.gov/art-works/2015/our-top-ten-ray-bradbury-quotes.
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Stuff your eyes with
wonder,’ he said, ‘live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world.
It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
We are cups, constantly
and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and
let the beautiful stuff out.
Don't think. Thinking is
the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is
lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.
We are an impossibility
in an impossible universe.
I spent three days a week
for ten years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than
college. People should educate themselves - you can get a complete education
for no money. At the end of ten years, I had read every book in the library and
I'd written a thousand stories.
There are worse crimes
than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
I'm never going to go to
Mars, but I've helped inspire, thank goodness, the people who built the rockets
and sent our photographic equipment off to Mars.
Don’t worry about things.
Don’t push. Just do your work and you’ll survive. The important thing is to
have a ball, to be joyful, to be loving and to be explosive. Out of that comes
everything and you grow.
I don’t believe in being
serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously.
You've been put on
the world to love the act of being alive.
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Sunday, September 20, 2015
A very good poem--The Second Coming--by William Butler Yeats
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
If you need a good laugh today
This was my laugh for the day--it's a great little video (posted by Mark Muldoon on YouTube) of a male cockatoo that loves Elvis, and the female by his side that doesn't! And she isn't too interested in the male either!
Monday, September 7, 2015
Anxiety and dread in Fear the Walking Dead
I’m already hooked on the new TV series--Fear the Walking Dead (the prequel to The Walking Dead)—after only two
episodes. I’ve read that there will be six episodes this season; it’s already
been renewed for a second season. Unlike The
Walking Dead that takes place in Georgia, Fear the Walking Dead takes place in Los Angeles and depicts how
the apocalyptic zombie plague got its start as a flu-like virus that spreads
rapidly together with the anxiety and paranoia that accompany it. Anxiety and a
sense of mounting dread pervade the show; it’s not hard to imagine similar
feelings if a disease like the plague spread rapidly throughout a large city
and wreaked havoc on its populace. How might we react to such a plague, that
the authorities would not be able to fight effectively or adequately inform the
public about? How would we protect ourselves and our families? How would we
survive, and what would we prioritize?
We know what’s coming in the next few episodes, since this
is a prequel; we know from The Walking
Dead that it’s going to be impossible to stop the zombie apocalypse. A huge
city like Los Angeles and a large high school are not the first places we might
expect to be creepy in broad daylight, but in this show, they are downright
creepy. You half expect a zombie to appear around every corner in the high
school or in the dark passageways under the highway overpasses that abound in
the city. An abandoned church also ups the ‘creep you out’ factor; not
surprising since this is where the first episode begins—in an abandoned church frequented
by drug addicts who squat there. When Nick (played by Frank Dillane) awakes
from his drug-induced sleep, his girlfriend Gloria is no longer beside him and
he goes looking for her inside the church. He hears screams and goes toward
those sounds, thinking that Gloria might be in trouble. When he finds her, she
is no longer the girlfriend he used to know, and what he sees shocks him into
wanting to get sober. He hightails it out of the church and ends up in the
hospital after getting hit by a car. When his hospital roommate dies (surely an
eventual zombie, implied but not shown), he escapes the hospital amid all the
commotion and gets in touch with his friend and drug dealer, Calvin, who sold him
the drugs. He thinks maybe he has been given drugs laced with PCP. Russell
doesn’t like what he hears, and decides to take Nick out because he is afraid he will go to the police. But in a twist of
fate, Calvin ends up dead, shot by his own gun, and Nick ends up alive. In the
meantime, Nick's mother and her boyfriend (Madison and Travis, played by Kim
Dickens and Cliff Davis, respectively) are searching for him; they have gone to
the church to see for themselves what it is he has described to them (Gloria’s
murderous rampage), and when they see a large pool of blood on the floor of the
church, they understand that something bad has happened there. They drive
around the seedier sections of the city trying to find Nick, and eventually
they do, at a tunnel entrance to a storm drain. When he tells them that he has killed Calvin, they go to the scene of
the shooting, only to find that Calvin is gone. What ensues convinces them that
something horrific is afoot, and that they need to take what is happening
around them seriously.
The characters are believable, and behave for the most part in
ways I can relate to. Trying to get one’s family members together in one
location when a catastrophe strikes, being separated from those you love while
doing so, trying to understand what is happening around you when you have very
little time to reflect, and trying to decide whether you should provide help to
others or just protect yourself and your family. These are issues that most of
us can relate to. It will be interesting to see where this show takes us. I can
definitely envision enough material for one season; I have a harder time
understanding what the second season will focus on. But so far so good; I’m
looking forward to the third episode. I’ve got to wonder though, why so many people,
myself included, are watching shows with apocalyptic themes; is it an acknowledgment
of the fact that we really cannot control the world around us, much as we think
we can? Nature (tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis), pandemics (infectious
diseases) or even certain groups within society (terrorists, gangs, etc.) do
what they do whenever and wherever they want, and we have little to no control
over them.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
The end of summer
I have a feeling that autumn will come early to Oslo this
year. This past week we had a lot of rain, and what I would have termed a
mini-hurricane on Wednesday, with strong winds and stormy weather. The clouds
looked threatening, so all in all, it signaled the end of summer, at least to
me. Temperatures have become cooler; we’re down to around sixty degrees
Fahrenheit during the afternoons, the warmest time of day. We had friends from
Illinois visiting us for a few days at the end of August; luckily they flew out
of Oslo about half a day before the weather turned from nice to stormy. While
they were here, the weather was lovely, and that always helps to give a nice
impression of Oslo. We enjoyed our visit together, and I spent some time
showing them my Oslo—the small little
places that tourists would not really know about. One of those places is Hønsa
Lovisas house, a small little red house on the Akerselva River, not far from
where we live, which used to be a residence and is now a cozy little café that
serves very good waffles with jam and sour cream. It is also an art gallery for
different kinds of modern art exhibitions. You can read more about it here, but
for my non-Norwegian readers, the website is in Norwegian, so you’ll have to
translate it using Google Translate (http://www.honselovisashus.no/html_sider/10_HJEM.html).
It’s a nice place to spend an hour or so relaxing on a Sunday afternoon.
I realized today that I am a ‘four-seasons’ person. I look
forward to the change of seasons and what each season brings. I would not want
to live all-year round in a hot climate. My sister has discovered the same; the
hot southern states are not for her. She prefers upstate NY. Autumn is always a
reminder of the promise of a new school year; while I am no longer a student, I
still like the feeling of a ‘new start’—projects around the house, new recipes
to try, new photography projects. I look forward to the leaves changing color,
to Halloween, to Thanksgiving, to walking outdoors in the cooler weather.
Christmas arrives with winter, and that is always something to look forward to—buying
gifts, making food, celebrating the holiday with loved ones. Plus the evenings
are darker and longer, so it makes viewing the skies much easier with my
telescope. I’ll be looking for Jupiter, Mars and Venus this winter. Spring
signals rebirth; next spring, we may finally get our city parcel garden (we’ve
been on the waiting list for six years), which will enable us to plant
vegetables and flowers and tend to them. We’re looking forward to that and to
seeing what kind of harvest we’ll get. Our discussions now revolve around what
kind of vegetables and flowers we want to plant; we may plant an apple tree and
a raspberry bush. And then of course there is summer to look forward to—my
annual trip to NY to visit my friends and family, as well as vacation here in
Norway or in another European country. I soak in the warmth of summer, to
prepare me for the cold of winter. I could not face winter without having had
the warmth of summer. I am glad to be able to experience all the seasons; as my
mother used to say, each season has its charm.
Friday, September 4, 2015
A new poem for my brother
Moving on
Seven months have come and gone
Months you did not get to see
All the life that once was yours
Weeks gone by, life moved on
Thinking of you, not forgotten
But then there are those sudden thoughts
A hand grips tightly round my heart
Is life’s struggle all for naught?
Were your life and death in vain?
So unfair, your early exit
Left behind uncertain fates
And sad hearts that know of pain
Seven months have come and gone
Those in your life move on without you
I see you in my mind’s eye alone
I wish I could have protected you
copyright 2015
Paula M. De Angelis
Sunday, August 23, 2015
An August half moon
A recent half moon that I took a photo of with my camera/telescope arrangement. I was particularly happy with this photo, because the resolution is very good. You can really see the craters on the moon's surface. And that's not so easy to achieve each time I set out to photograph the moon. It is both a challenge and a pleasure to photograph the night sky.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Bullying in the workplace
If you have never observed or personally experienced
bullying in the workplace, you can count yourself among the lucky people here
in this life. I have known several people (men and women) who have been the
recipients of behavior from their bosses that was suggestive of bullying. It was
more subtle than aggressive, perhaps in keeping with the Scandinavian mindset
as opposed to the more aggressive American one, but I would call it bullying
nonetheless.
The reason I was reminded of this topic is because I read
about it recently in the coursework for an online mini-MBA program that I am
currently enrolled in. This particular mini-MBA program, offered by Probana
Business School, has six modules, all of which focus on different aspects of
leadership. The current one, Module 4, has Value-based Leadership as its focus.
The chapters in this module deal with cultural leadership, the ethics of
leadership, Corporate Social Responsibility, stress management, and the
workplace environment, among others.
I found the chapter on the workplace environment (physical and psychosocial) to be excellent
from all standpoints. Not only is it well-written, but it is timely and
important. The topic of bullying in the workplace was introduced and discussed
extensively; it is apparently a large problem in many modern workplaces. Bullying
can result from conflicts that become exacerbated, where it is difficult to
identify a bully or a victim; the other type of bullying is termed predatory
bullying—in this case there is no difficulty in identifying the bully and the
victim. Predatory bullying seems to be most prevalent in workplaces. Bosses can
bully their employees, and employees can bully each other. It does not have to
be physical bullying; it can also be psychological bullying, which is often far
more subtle and insidious. This type of bullying has only one goal, and that is
to reduce the victim to a pile of rubble. You might wonder why some bosses go
to the trouble of targeting certain employees for destruction. The answer is
that they can; some evil-minded bosses can exploit the weaknesses they see in
their employees. They exploit the imbalance of power because they can. They might
bully those employees who are perceived to be more intelligent than they are,
or who are not easy to control. Creative intelligent people tend to prefer to
think for themselves; you’d think that would be attractive for most bosses, but
sometimes it’s not. Many bosses prefer employees they can control, and it is
often those employees who get promoted at the expense of the ones who are much less
‘manageable’.
I have mostly been witness to psychological bullying in the
workplace—the type of bullying that can be subtle and insidious. It can take
the form of joking about an employee in a meeting in front of others; the
intent is to humiliate that person, while the boss comes off smelling like
roses—how can you fault him or her for having a sense of humor? Surely
employees can take a joke. Sometimes the information that is given to employees
about the job at hand is incorrect or incomplete, such that they cannot do their
job correctly. Some employees are routinely overlooked when it comes time for
promotions or raises; this can be due to gender discrimination, age
discrimination, or personal dislike on the part of management. Some employees
are ‘frozen out’ by management--ignored or bypassed when it comes to new
projects, denied specific opportunities for advancement, denied project
leadership, etc. Still others are the recipients of vague, unclear communication
on a continual basis, such that they are never really sure where they stand. Others
are the victims of backbiting and gossip, which can often be quite cruel. All of it is designed to weaken and eventually annihilate the victim.
Regardless of who is doing the bullying, the cost to the
workplace can be substantial, due to reduced productivity, loss of morale, and
a negative and destructive workplace environment. Bullied employees experience fear,
shock, hopelessness, serious psychological problems, stress disorders, and
eventually go out on sick leave or quit. Management can simply not afford to ignore
this problem, and if management is
the problem, if some members of management are doing the bullying, then the
bullies involved should be forced to resign, and then replaced by leaders with
more emotional intelligence.
Monday, August 17, 2015
A gallery of photos from Rjukan, Gaustatoppen, Lake Tinnsjø, Heddal, and Notodden
the lovely town of Rjukan |
a nice house in Rjukan |
Rjukan, early evening |
Rjukan |
Rjukan town square under renovation, statue of Sam Eyde to the left, Såheim power plant in background |
three reflecting mirrors at the top of the mountainside |
fog rolling into Rjukan |
Vemork museum |
bridge leading to Vemork museum |
Gaustatoppen mountain overlooking the town of Rjukan |
Gaustatoppen mountain |
Fv651 mountain road winding through the landscape |
No visibility at Gaustatoppen summit on the day we climbed the mountain |
fog rolling in during our climb to the top of Gaustatoppen mountain |
view of surrounding landscape as we ascended Gaustatoppen |
Lake Tinnsjø |
MS Storegut onboard the MS Storegut railroad ferry |
sunny weather on Lake Tinnsjø |
raining on Lake Tinnsjø
stave church in Heddal
Notodden |
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Oslo-Rjukan-Heddal-Notodden-Oslo
We recently returned from a one-week vacation in Norway. Like last summer, we decided to explore the country we live in, and decided upon a stay in the town of Rjukan, followed by a visit to the Blues Festival in Notodden, where Robert Plant and his band The Sensational Space Shifters were playing. On the way to Notodden, we stopped in Heddal to see the beautiful stave church (stavkirke) that has become a major tourist attraction.
Rjukan is a small town located
in the Tinn municipality in Telemark county. It is mainly famous for its Vemork
hydroelectric power plant, built by Norsk Hydro under the leadership of Sam
Eyde who was the founder and first CEO of Norsk Hydro from 1905 until 1917. Vemork
opened in 1911. Sam Eyde decided to build
Vemork in Rjukan because the Rjukan waterfall (Rjukanfossen), a 104-metre
waterfall, facilitated the generation of large quantities of electricity (info from Wikipedia).
Vemork was mainly involved in fertilizer produciton, but also produced heavy
water (deuterium oxide, D2O). During WWII, this interested the
Germans who were occupying Norway at the time (the Nazis invaded Norway in
April 1940), since Germany was on a mission to produce an atomic bomb, and
heavy water is useful as a coolant and moderator in a nuclear power reactor. Vemork
was the target of heavy water sabotage operations by the Norwegian resistance
during WWII; this exciting piece of history was recently the subject of a very
well-made Norwegian TV series, Kampen om
Tungtvannet (The Saboteurs in
English) that was shown on Norwegian television this past January. It has since
been sold to many other countries, and I recommend it highly if you get a
chance to see it. You can read more about it here on IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3280150/?ref_=nv_sr_1
The Vemork power plant is now
the site of the Norwegian Industrial Workers’ Museum and a museum documenting
the history of Vemork and Rjukan during WWII and the well-documented sabotage
operations (see Wikipedia for more information about Rjukan, Vemork and WWII history).
Besides Vemork, Rjukan is
famous for having placed large reflecting mirrors on the surrounding mountainside
in order to illuminate the town square with reflected sunlight (http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/nov/06/rjukan-sun-norway-town-mirrors). This was
actually an old idea (from the early 1900s) resurrected and realized in 2013;
the reason for it was that between September and March, Rjukan does not get
sunlight since the surrounding mountains block it, and this was a way of providing
light for Rjukan’s inhabitants. The Krossobanen (an aerial tramway) was built in
1928 with the same idea in mind, to be able to give Rjukan’s inhabitants a view
of the sun during the long winter months.
In July 2015, the UNESCO World
Heritage Committee approved the inscription of the Rjukan-Notodden Industrial
Heritage Site on its World Heritage List, something the town of Rjukan is
understandably quite proud of. You can read more about the background for the
decision here: http://whc.unesco.org/en/news/1316/
Sam Eyde’s strong influence
on Rjukan is apparent to this day. You cannot help but notice that it is an
extremely well-planned and -designed town, with lovely homes (all with
different architectural styles), parks, and official buildings. A statue of
Eyde stands prominently in the town square, which was undergoing extensive
renovations when we were there in late July. We did a lot of walking around the
town and got to know it quite well; it is very charming and lovely during the
summer months. I can imagine though that it is less charming during the winter
months.
We also climbed the
Gaustatoppen mountain (1883 metres/6178 feet high) that overlooks the town of
Rjukan; the summit offers incredible views of about one-sixth of Norway on days
with excellent visibility. Unfortunately, the day we decided to climb it was a
foggy and overcast day; it started out as a gray day and evolved into a foggy
one after a few hours. When we reached the summit, you could really only see a
few feet in front of you. But the climb itself was worth it; it is advertised
as family-friendly, but in reality is for adults in reasonably good shape. Most
young children (I’d say under 10-years old), no matter how sporty, will not
enjoy this climb very much, as it is quite strenuous. We met a family with
young children on our way up; they ended up turning back. You can read more
about it here: http://www.visitrjukan.com/en/best-travel-tips/opplevelser-paa-rjukan-til-inforboks/gaustatoppen-summer
We did not walk down the mountain, but
rather opted to take the Gaustabanen
back down; this is a cable railway built inside the Gaustatoppen mountain that
was built by NATO during the Cold War era. For more information, check
out this link: http://en.hardangervidda.com/Top-5/The-Top-5-Attractions2/Gaustatoppen-and-Gaustabanen-cable-car
We also took an afternoon boat
ride on the railroad ferry MS Storegut,
which operates as a tourist attraction these days between Tinnoset and Mæl on Lake
Tinnsjø. It was in operation as a railway ferry from 1956 until 1991; while we
were onboard, the last captain of the ferry gave us a short talk about his
experiences as captain of the MS Storegut
and about how he was sorry to see it taken out of service. It was a beautiful
boat trip, as you will see from the photos in my next post. We were lucky to have good
weather that day in order to really appreciate the surrounding landscapes.
Once we left Rjukan, we drove
on the mountain road Fv651 and passed through Tuddal, where we stopped to have
coffee, and then on to Heddal where we ate elk burgers for lunch and visited
the stave church there. Eventually we merged onto route E134 that took us to
Notodden and the Blues Festival (http://bluesfest.no/).
We rounded out a great week with a terrific concert by Robert Plant and his
band; there were also some other really good bands that we enjoyed listening to.
We ended up camping at the festival site for one night; the weather was sunny
and warm during the day, and only a bit chilly during the evening. The following
day we headed for home, after a great week away. I would like to return to Gaustatoppen
at some point to climb it on a day with better visibility, as well as to
hike/bike over the Hardangervidda plateau.
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Thursday, August 6, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
A beautiful full moon over Oslo
During the past week, there were some evenings with a beautiful full moon--exceptionally large and luminous. On Sunday evening, I managed to get a few photos with my digital camera attached to my telescope. This one in particular was one of the ones I was satisfied with. Enjoy!
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find your voice
The first thought I had after finishing Sue Monk Kidd’s
latest novel, The Invention of Wings,
was that it can often take a lifetime to find your voice and the courage to use
it. Sarah Grimké would no doubt agree; Kidd’s fictionalized account of the
lives of the first American women abolitionists Sarah Grimké and her sister
Angelina (Nina) is by turns touching, disturbing, and enlightening, pointing
out the almost insurmountable difficulties and painful consequences involved in
taking a stand in life and fighting for what you believe in. It is impossible
not to be moved by this novel; the writing evokes both questions and the desire
to make (some) sense of what must have been a horrific existence for the slaves
in Charleston South Carolina in the 19th century (1803-1838).
Despite being ‘protected’ by the wealthy families who owned them, the slaves’ lives
and daily treatment depended upon the whims and moods of their owners. Their psychological
well-being and physical comfort did not matter at all. Punishment was meted out
rather arbitrarily for minor infractions, e.g. the Missus was having a bad day
and one of her slaves ’disobeyed’ her orders, wasn’t listening properly, or was
too slow in responding. The actual punishments were little more than exercises
in the public torture of other human beings, and inflicted permanent damage on
many of the slaves who suffered these tortures. It is established very early on
in the novel that Sarah wishes to have no part in the ownership of another
human being—in her case, 10-year old Handful (Hetty) who becomes Sarah’s slave
against her wishes, forced upon her by her family on her 11th
birthday. Sarah does not want to be like her family at all, but she is trapped
within it. One might think that the desire to treat another human being the way
one would wish to be treated, would be simple enough to achieve within one’s own
family. One might expect that one’s family (churchgoers and law-abiding
citizens) would support you in your quest to treat other human beings, who
happen to be non-white, fairly and kindly. But that is not the case in Sarah’s
family (or in society at large). Their cruelty knows no bounds, toward slaves who
endure the physical cruelties, and toward their enlightened daughters Sarah and
Nina who must endure the psychological abuses meted out to them for wishing to
abolish slavery. In Sarah’s case, her independent and outspoken voice becomes
muffled after she is dressed down by her father in front of the family—told
that her dreams and aspirations of becoming a lawyer are simply out of the
question. She is then forbidden to use her father’s library to read her beloved
books in an attempt to educate herself. She suffers ridicule in front of her
family for her aspirations to make something of herself; her father and
brothers essentially tell her, rather cruelly, that she is a fool to have had
such aspirations, even though her father appeared to encourage them only when
he assumed that she did not take his words seriously. It is after this
humiliation, and really the only time in the novel, that her mother shows her
any compassion whatsoever and lets down her guard as far as describing to Sarah
what women can and cannot aspire to within the framework of their society. You
get the sense that her mother does not like that women’s lives had limitations
put upon them, but she retreats again behind her mask of upholding the society
she finds herself in, for all it is worth, because it is that society of wealth
and political correctness that gives her status and keeps her
materially-comfortable. Her mother’s role in life was to bear her husband many
children, which she did. Sarah’s dressing-down by her father and brothers is
followed by the societal humiliation she has to endure when her fiancé is
exposed as a serial user of young women for sexual gains; he proposes to them
and then tells them that they can now become intimate because they are engaged.
After these incidents, Sarah is completely browbeaten and unable to find the
voice she once had. She struggles along, as does Handful, each of them trying
to find the wings they need to escape their stifling existences. When her
sister Nina is born, Sarah becomes almost like a mother to her, and Nina grows
quite close to her. Eventually she comes to share her sister’s abolitionist
(and feminist) views, which puts both of them at odds with their family and
with Charleston society. Sarah moves to the North and becomes a Quaker; Nina
eventually follows her and the two of them embark on their mission to abolish
slavery. Sarah finds her voice again after many years, but struggles with
self-confidence, in contrast to Nina who is a born orator and who does not seem
to lack confidence at all. The bulk of the novel is really Sarah and Handful’s
stories, and how Sarah steps up to the plate to keep her promise to Handful’s
mother Charlotte to free Handful.
Sometimes a person is born with a voice that he or she has
no problems using as he or she grows up. One takes a vocal stand against
injustice and bullying, against the immoral ideas and situations in
society. And then something happens to stifle that voice, at least for a while.
Bullying, cruel slander, psychological abuse, physical abuse, a bad marriage,
divorce, loss of a job, financial ruin—all of these can destroy a woman’s voice
as well as a man’s. Self-confidence wanes; self-doubt rules. No matter what
others say to you, the fact remains that regaining confidence and finding your
voice again are your own roads, and you must walk them alone. The novel makes it clear that heroes and
heroines are never superhuman; they are ordinary human beings like you and me,
with the familiar everyday problems with which we all must deal and tackle.
They struggle with self-doubt and misery, with depression, with anxiety, with
confusion. They struggle with finding their voices and using them to rail
against the injustices in the world. They hold onto their beliefs in the hope
that better days will come along; and better days do come along, but at quite a
cost, for Sarah, Nina, and Handful. Along the way, you will come to really like
these characters and to want to understand them. You will come to appreciate
how difficult their lives were because they lived according to their
principles, as well as how difficult it was to change the obstinate and unenlightened
world around them, at that time, and at any time. Our own civilized society still
has much to learn about how to treat the poor, immigrants, the mentally ill,
the elderly, or those who just do not fit in no matter how hard they try. Those
who support them and fight for them deserve our help and praise, not our
criticism and ridicule.
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The Spinners--It's a Shame
I saw the movie The Holiday again recently, and one of the main characters had this song as his cell phone ringtone. I grew up with this mu...