Sunday, January 30, 2022

Allegro To Life --by Earl Vincent de Berge

 Nonfiction / Poetry / Guatemala & Sonoran Deserts

Cyberwit.net

January 13, 2022

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 8182538505

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-8182538504

118 pages

$15.00

5 Stars

 

This musical tribute of poetry is a symphony of words in three movements, Songs from My LifePoems From Guatemala, and Desert Songs. De Berge starts us off with Poetry Begins,

            “The art of poetry begins

                        in the seam where

                        the grammar of

                        communication flowers.”

 

In Ancient Stevedore we read about a tired old man, who is still working at loading and unloading ships at the dock. A young man’s job, but it is a job, and he is prideful, and tired. De Berge also asks some philosophical questions such as, “Where did time come from…where is it going?” in Spinning in Emptiness.

 

Mr. de Berge has some stunning lines throughout his book. “The stone eyelid of time blinks at nothing.” And a few pages further he wakes “…oneself from nightmares, who hired such strange actors?”

 

He defines love in Love Is, and I read a perfect definition. He writes about what he sees—quaking aspen, cactus, dreams, rabbits, birds, donkeys. Each a story of its own. Many stories have happy endings, On the Death of a Mexican Boy will bring the same “emotional flood of fear, anger / and sorrow” to you as to him when as a youngster he came upon death by the road.

 

There is a judicious use of photographs in this book. The one of the mother and child that introduce the second movement, Poems From Guatemala makes me smile back at them. We go from Green Onions to Touch and learn “…why old folks die, / after a mate’s passing: / lonely skin cannot survive / the silence that lingers / in the lack of touch. / It is an ache that grips the heart / too hard.” We are taken from hardship to hope, where A Teacher Near Chajul says, “…newly paved / road to her village means better teachers / may come to…her daughters… The apples taste sweeter.” 

 

The people have been through long hardships of war, draught, starvation, and yet they smile (de Berge shares the photos to prove that) and have hope, and de Berge shares their hurt and their hope in these poems. The last line of the last poem in this section speaks loud to me. It is a line that needs to be placed on billboards throughout the countries of the world. It is a line politicians need not just to learn, but to have engraved on their hearts and in their brains. “Genocide is the mother of the next war.” From Cesspool Brain.

 

The third and final movement of our symphony is Desert Songs. These poems will make you homesick for the desert, even if you’ve never been to one. And when you go, I hope you are rained on so you will know the Desert After Rain, “…flowering palo verde trees geyser / above cactus spines and creosote bush.” I hope you camp and are blessed with a Rabbit in Camp and can sit, be still, and observe him when “sated, he lies down…just an odd / shaped stone a hawk might overlook.”

 

I thought, surely, his penultimate poem, The Finality of It, would be the end of the book, but no, he tells of killing a rabbit to eat, and the “Translucent, lifeless black agates / looking back at me in despair, / a well of infinity and irrevocable death!” even though it is a beautiful poem this reviewer is grateful he chose, instead, to end with Candlesand, “Candlelight brushes all it touches / with a peaceful golden voice.”

 

This book has been touched by the golden voice of candlelight. Even his sad poems though sad, are neither maudlin, nor sentimental, but painted with that golden voice. This is a book you will want to read several times. The first time straight through so you won’t miss anything, and after that, either by random opening or deliberate choosing.

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Murder at the Mission, A Frontier Killing, its Legacy of Lies, and the Taking of the American West —by Blaine Harden

Nonfiction / History / Native American Culture / Pioneer Missionaries

Viking

April 27, 2021

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08FH9GJWK

39027 KB

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0525561668

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0525561668

463 pages

3 Stars

 

Being a History Buff, not an Historian, I’ve been fascinated by the Whitman/Spalding story since fourth or fifth grade. I love the history of the Oregon Territory, the mountain men, and Native Americans. When I heard about this book, I was at my favorite bookseller immediately if not sooner.

 

Murder at the Mission was my book group read, which I suggested. I no longer have all the research material I collected when I wrote Blood on the Ground, which described the same happenings. However, if my memory serves me correctly, there are some departures and omissions in Harden’s telling of the tale, as well as new information.

 

For some reason, I wasn’t totally shocked at Spalding’s Big Lie about Marcus and his trip “to save Oregon” but I was surprised at some of the facts Mr. Harden quoted (Joe Meek finding his daughter’s bones—how did he recognize them?) As I recall, his daughter and the youngest Sager girl died a few days later and were buried by Joe Stanfield in the old cemetery (the Rangers tell me they know where). I had hoped Mr. Harden had found more information about the prime agitators, Joe Stanfield, Nicholas Finlay, and Joe Lewis and how their heated and repeated lies added to the Cayuse belief that Dr. Whitman was actively killing them or passively allowing sick Cayuse to die. I would have liked to learn more about Marcus’ proposal he was to have made later that afternoon (the killings were in the morning) to the Chiefs that he and Narcissa were willing to sell the Mission to the Catholics and move as soon as the sick children were well enough to travel. (Timing, they say, is everything.)

 

The trial of the five Cayuse is a fascinating read. And the execution was to have been made after the new Governor took office in 30 days, if at all. The hanging was, in truth, a lynching, because there was fear the incoming Governor would commute the sentence. The knot of one wasn’t properly tied, and Meek stomped on the head and neck until he (Cayuse) died.  Revenge for Helen Mar. And, of course, my burning question I’ve never seen answered: How did Protestants react to the discovery that Fr. Brouillet baptized each of the dead he helped bury as Catholics once in the grave before burial? (Perhaps it’s in the book, and I missed it.) 


My Errata Sheet for Murder at the Mission by Blaine Harden

 

Note, I may be suffering from confirmation bias, and I have none of my reference books, so these must all be taken as opinion, not fact.

 

1.     In all of my 79 years, I have never heard any Tribe referred to with an ‘es’ at the end for the plural. That’s like having a herd of sheepes, or a flock of geeses. I did check out the dictionary and the plural of Cayuse is 1) Cayuse, 2) Cayuses. I think it’s one more way the white eyes are knifing the Natives, telling them they don’t know their own name. /meow/

2.     Page xxvi, Introduction: “…which tried to turn them (the kidnapped children) into little white boys and girls,” Everything I’ve read about that, every Indian I’ve talked to about that belies this statement. They were taken to turn them into good little Indians, who spoke only the language, worshipped only the god, followed only the culture of the dominant caste and they would become good maids/laborers for that dominant culture.

3.     page 80, toward bottom:” In the late summer of 1847, more than a thousand wagons rolled past the Whitman mission…” I believe the route had changed by then and they went through Pendleton and on the south shore of the Columbia. Part of the reason was Whitman charged them for supplies, and although he wasn’t getting rich, they thought his prices were outrageous, not thinking of the transportation costs.

4.     Page 86, about 1/3 of the way down. “Narcissa was standing near a shattered window…a bullet struck in in the right shoulder.” The accounts I read had the bullet going into her right breast. Either way, it proved fatal. At any rate, what other books have said is that she was still alive the next day, when the Cayuse convinced her to come outside. She lay on a chaise, and they carried her out, then dumped her on the cold ground where she died.

5.     Personal comment not noted by Harden: Joe Stanfield dug a long grave about 3’ deep for the 13 bodies. He and Fr. Brouillet lowered the 13 in and then Fr. Brouillet sprinkled Holy Water on each of them and baptized them Roman Catholic before tossing a bit of the dirt on each. Stanfield washed the bodies; the hostage women sewed the shrouds.

6.     Page 98, about halfway down. “…On his way east to alert President Polk…Meek visited the mission, where he identified and reburied his daughter’s remains.” I have real heartburn with this. The remains of the victims were all skeletonized. They recognized Marcus’ skull by his gold tooth, and Narcissa’s by a bit of hair and scalp still stuck to it. His daughter died a few days later due to neglect. She was over the measles and still weak. The Indians would not allow anyone to go upstairs to care for the two girls, Helen Mar Meek and the youngest Sager girl. Also, Joe Stanfield continued to do his penance, and buried the girls in the old cemetery. Because they were small, he could dig the hole/s deep enough the wolves and others wouldn’t smell them and dig them up. I’ve talked to a couple of rangers, and they know where the girls are buried, but aren’t sharing that information because they don’t want people digging them up.

7.     Page 101, toward bottom. “The Cayuses soon brought all their hostages, including Spalding’s now emaciated daughter Eliza, to Fort Walla Walla” (not the current Fort, but down where the Walla Walla River meets the Columbia, the fort was on the mudflats of the Columbia) On January 2, 1848, all of the hostages and eleven other anxious whites at the fort left by boat for Fort Vancouver…” All of the hostages were not taken. They refused to take David Malin Cortez, an 8-year-old that the Whitman’s adopted. His father was a Spanish fur trader, his mother a Walla Walla. The rescuers refused to take him because he was too dark, and no one would accept him. No one knows what happened to him. He disappeared from all records.

8.     Page 132, last sentence above indent. “Perkins insisted in his letter that if Marcus Whitman had been more of a loving missionary…the Cayuses would not have killed him.” This is probably true. They adored little Clarissa when she was born, and called her, if I’m remember correctly, “Little Cayuse Girl.” The Whitman’s demanded the Cayuse learn English to properly hear the word of God. The Whitman’s, especially Narcissa, were used to privacy. They Indians weren’t. How do you knock on a skin door, or even a wikiup? There is a lot to be said about her feelings toward the Indians, but the Sager girls, in their recounting, belie much of it. Narcissa never let anyone speak badly about the Natives. The Natives had very little in the way of private ownership. It was all for one and one for all. 

9.     Page 136, last ‘graph top section. Meek assisted in speeding the death of the last Cayuse.” Indeed, he did. He kept stomping on his head and neck. He didn’t know which Indian killed Helen Mar, and he didn’t care. The hanging was illegal, but it would be done. I don’t think any of the five had anything to do with the killing of Helen or the Sager child. It was the hot-headed young men who guarded the hostages and refused to let anyone out to care for the two children.

10.  Page 127, halfway down, “Mass public hangings…and celebrating white Christian dominance over savagery.” O! The irony! The irony!

11.  Pa 139, 2d ‘graph. “The federal government…the Dakota Indians (also called the Eastern Sioux.” Actually, the Eastern Sioux are known as the Catawba and lived in the Piedmont of Virginia and the Carolinas.

12.  Page 179 when Joseph is captured. I believe at least one of his children and several of his people made it into Canada. One daughter and others eventually returned.

13.  Page 328, 2d ‘graph. He talks about the dams being built. When I first moved to the Tries, I caught a half hour ‘special’ on the tube by some Yakama station. The reporter got some very interesting information using FOIA. The Dalles Dam, Twin Falls Dam, and others were deliberately built where they were for the express purpose to drown the falls, eradicate the fishing, and force the Indians go move someplace else. 

 

The Catholics had been with the Natives for a couple hundred years, having come with the Trappers. When Five Crows chose Lorinda Bewley (?) for a wife, she cried and was not a happy camper. Five Crows let her spend her days with the Priests, but they put her out at night when Five Crows came to get her. There was no love lost between the Catholics and the Protestants, and yes Fr. Brouillet helped Spalding, probably saved his life. He also helped bury the dead. 

 

Joe Lewis, African and Eastern Canada Native, Nicholas Finlay, and Joe Stanfield agitated the Cayuse telling them the whites were coming to poison the men, steal the women and horses and land. The morning of the killing Finlay took David Malin, and two or three other Metis children to Ft. Walla Walla where the priests who were there returned them to their Indian mothers. Except David. They threatened to give him back to his mother (who burned him, threw him in the trash pit, and tried to sell him to Narcissa) or sell him to the Cayuse as a slave. Either was a death sentence. When the hostages came to the fort, he had a couple days and nights with his “sisters” the Sager girls and Mary Jane Bridger before the whites were taken downriver.

 

He did not discuss the lie the Cayuse told, about how Narcissa Whitman was mean to them. That lie was brought to light by the Sager young women and their writing.

 

Someplace I read that when Meek & Co. (not the Governor) met the Cayuse and returned to Oregon City with the five, Meek is alleged to have asked Tomahas why he surrendered. Tomahas allegedly replied, “Does a Savior rescue his people out of respect—or out of love?”

 

“Save our Salmon—Can Judge Bolt!”

from an old bumper sticker

Thursday, January 27, 2022

Waking the Merrow (The Merrow Trilogy Book 1) —by Heather Rigney

 Fiction / Historical Fantasy / Celtic Mythology / Horror

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

May 22, 2014

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B00KIQGG6S

1967 KB

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1499114257

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1499114256

344 pages

5 Stars

 

Enter our protagonist, Evie McFagen. She’s the mother of a not yet toddling daughter, she’s overweight, a functioning alcoholic, acerbic as all get out, adores her daughter and her also overweight husband, who happens to be sober. He’s the coroner, she’s the undertaker in this small Rhode Island village on Narragansett Bay. The women don’t like her, but that’s ok, she’s more comfortable drinking with the men.

 

Evie is narrating her portion of the story and she talks to the reader. Often. And it works! I like her. For all her faults, she’s honest with others and, perhaps more importantly, with herself.

 

She sees a new mother in town at the kiddie park and has a very odd reaction. She becomes painfully nauseated. And when she looks up, this new person (Nomia) is talking to one of the other mothers, and when her eyes meet Evie’s, Evie is certain the woman was speaking to her directly to her brain, no spoken words, and threatens her.

 

The merrow of this book are merpeople. They are not all sweetness and nice. Mr. Disney would not approve. They are also extremely long-lived, and we read a few chapters about Nomia and the men and boys from the 1600s to today. She does not treat them nicely.

 

Had I realized the genre was horror, I probably wouldn’t have read it. I easily get nightmares. I don’t know how Ms. Rigney did it, but I couldn’t put the book down, and no nightmares. I now have books 2 & 3 of the trilogy, and way too much housework to stop and read, but ya know what? The housework will be there when I run out of merbooks.

 

Waking the Merrow was impossible to put down until finished. Ms. Rigney’s Merrow books belong on the shelf with Anne Bishop’s Other series, Patricia Briggs’ were books. There’s a new kid on the block. Welcome and make room for her.

Sunday, January 23, 2022

The Forest of Stolen Girls --by June Hur

 Fiction / mystery / Asian Historical Fiction

Feiwel & Friends

April 20, 2021

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08K752BR4

6117 KB

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1250229588

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1250229588

384 pages

Grade level 7 – 9 (and up)

5 Stars

 

I don’t remember why I downloaded this book, probably because it was a Korean historical fiction, with a YA designation which told me there wouldn’t be a lot of gratuitous blood, gore, or sex.

 

I was hooked on page one. Hwani Min is 15 and has been living with her aunt while her father is off solving mysteries (her mother died earlier), and then he disappears and becomes his own mystery. Aunt is old school and wants to marry Hwani off. 

 

Hwani Min is very modern (for her time) and educated and wants to find her father, who is one of the greatest of all detectives in Joseon (Korea). She dresses as a boy, takes enough money to live on, and catches a boat to the village where her father disappeared, her younger sister is apprenticed to a Shaman, and where she was born and raised. It doesn’t take long before she is recognized. Due to the fact she is her father’s daughter, she is granted a certain amount of liberty to find her father and while she’s at it to find the person or persons unknown who has been stealing beautiful young girls from the forest, and why.

 

Of course, the mountain streams abound with red herrings. I did not figure it out until the very end, but it’s a mystery, and I do not try to figure out the who or the why. I like to be surprised. 

 

This book reads like the first in a series, and I hope it is. The time and place is different, but it reminds me a bit of Laura Joh Rawlins books about the woman detective in feudal Japan, although there, she is married to a detective who delights in having his wife help him solve the mysteries.

 

This is the kind of book teens and parents can read and talk about. Different times, different culture, and while sad (the girls are stolen, after all), the ending works, beautifully. I shall look for more books by this author.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

The Harry Poems, A Cycle of Poems —by Michael L. Newell

  

Nonfiction / poetry

Cyberwit.net

December 3, 2021

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 8182538327

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-8182538320

107 Pages

$15.00 USD

4 Stars

 

Harry Discovers Signs of Intelligent Life

“Scuff marks, frayed

edges, things

crumpled in corners, debris

half-buried, oh yeah,

 

people have been

here.”

 

Thus begins this delightful book about Harry. Our Harry is Everyman and, yes, Everywoman at one time or another. Possibly more times than we care to admit. He, like us, is tremendously likable at times, and tremendously irascible at other times.

 

Middle-aged, divorced, grown daughter out on her own, Harry at times pours the drink of self-pity, without ever being victim, or maudlin. He tells it as it is and accepts his responsibility. My biggest, and only, complaint is Newell seemed not to trust his own poetic ability. He has several short poems that I would have loved to see on their own page, with all the white space around them they were due, instead of having multiple poems on a page. I would have enjoyed being able to savor each poem without its partner jumping and waving and calling, “Read me. Read me.” Poems can be very loud and without manners when they so desire.

 

There are many nuggets of wisdom to delight over, scattered throughout these poems. In talking about Harry’s Apartment Concerto, he says “In the city / there is no such thing / as living alone.” Later, Harry discusses how you may not be living alone, but you may still be alone in Harry on Being Solitary, “There is…no solitude… / …that compares with being alone / in a crowd…” I’ve been there, and I bet you have, too.

 

A great book is one that sends me to the dictionary at least once. Harry, bless his everyman heart, sent me to the dictionary four times. Two were to check the spelling (Harry was correct) and two were to learn new words. For that, should I ever enter his corner bar, I will buy Harry a drink of his choice.

 

Some of the best poetic lines I’ve read come from Harry, “Wonder if lies spread as airborne spores.” and “…hopes hurled in every direction, / hurricane of javelins carved from bone, heart…”  One of my favorite lines being “…spring’s blossoms as they load / fields with violent color…” If you like poetry, you are in for a treat with this book. Take your time. Read and savor each poem. They are rich with color, texture, and many-layered tastes. Calorie-free chocolates.

Thursday, January 13, 2022

School for Spirits: A Dead Girl and a Samurai (Spirit School Book 1) --by Aron Lewes

 Fiction / paranormal / Teen / YA / Death

Publication date: January 11, 2018

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B078YNFD4F

5138 KB

$0.00 as of date of review, 13 Jan 22

233 pages

3 Stars

 

I finished the book. That’s an automatic 3 Stars. I found the writing on its own roller-coaster. Some of it brought tears (when the young boy dies), some of it brought chuckles, but the protagonist was so unbelievable I decided the author had not spent nearly enough time with teenaged girls.

 

I could see the protagonist having the hots for a 3,000-year-old archangel, as well as the hots for a 300-year-old samurai. What was unbelievable was they having the hots for her. Okay, I can see the old angel, he just wants to bed her, but the samurai? No. Not so much.

 

The two teen girls, roommates, had some good back and forth. At least the first time. But it became old. Quickly. 

 

The premise of the story is different, at least to me, and could have been great fun. Alas, I finished it only because I had a lap full of sleeping dog and just couldn’t bring myself to move him.

 

I don’t think I’d recommend it for a teen. However, having said that, if a teen read it, it wouldn’t bother me too much. Not sure how some people will take the “Heaven” of the book, especially of suicide. 

 

The Venice Sketchbook --by Rhys Bowen

 Fiction / Historical / Love Story / Cozy

Lake Union Publishing

April 13, 2021

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08CV9SPDQ

5751 KB

$5.99 USD

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 154202711X

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1542027113

411 pages (Paperback)

$10.99 USD 

5 Stars

 

Do you ever hunger for a good read that isn’t going to give you bad dreams, that maybe won’t be a real tax on the old brain cells? After the Winter Holidays, and all the additional stress of Covid in its latest iteration, I wanted a nice, friendly Cozy. The Venice Sketchbook was just what the doctor ordered.

 

Some people have complained about there being two protagonists, about the same age, separated by time. The elder is the Great Aunt of the younger. Lettie wanted to be an artist, take classes and due to her father’s war wounds, had to give her dream up. She also gave up the love of her life, in Venice. On her death bed, she gives some cryptic sentences to her niece, Caroline, whose marriage is painfully dissolving. Caroline goes to Venice trying to make sense of three keys and the name, Michelangelo. She discovers she is the owner of a fourth-floor apartment that belongs to the very wealthy and influential da Rossi family. 

 

Oh, I’m not going to go any further. It’s a cozy mystery-romance. You can guess the rest. Or you can read the book. A marvelous calorie-free Venetian tiramisu with all the cream you can possibly want. With, of course, a marvelous cup of Venetian coffee.

Sunday, January 9, 2022

Bird Slips, Moon Glows --by Linda H. Y. Hegland

 Nonfiction / Poetry

Cyberwit.net

First Edition: November 25, 2019

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 8194348579

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-8194348573

43 pages

4 Stars

 

The Dedication of this book makes it worth the price of admission. It’s to her high school counsellor, and it’s marvelous and sets the tone for the volume.

 

 “Seek your small, bare rhythm / inside the thrumming cadence / of wind, and water, / birdsong, and quivering fish. / Listen to the feat of becoming.”  This first stanza from the first poem, Listen, shows us how we become, then are able to enter into conversations with the poet. 

 

Ms. Hegland’s poems sing, whether as a trembling leaf about to fall (Covenant) or out on the prairie as a child, a woman, where she finds “Bird bones thin as glass,”. She has an affinity for the beauty of nature whether from the coyote who just ate to a small pebble she picks up, admires, and pockets.

 

We are taken to visit death, to old age, to dancing with bees. She is homesick for her prairie and makes me homesick for a prairie upon which I never lived, never knew. Her poem about drawing, sketching, from live models made me wish my uncle still lived. He would have loved the truth of it.

 

Do I have to have a favorite in every book I read? Yes, but I never share, because my favorite may not be yours and I want you to buy and read this book and find your own favorites. We all bring our own stories to whatever we read, but I do admit I really liked Suzanne.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Tiger Poet: New & Selected Poems (including “The Last Will of the Tiger” —by Amit Dahiyabadshah

 Nonfiction / Poetry

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B09MGB232B

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8474639192

Poetry Playhouse Publications

December 1, 2021

127 pages

5 Stars

 

Thanks to modern technology, I have had the honor to hear Amit Dahiyabadshah read his poetry. It is amazing, both the words and the delivery. I was delighted when this, his first American-published book was released, and was truly chuffed when I held it, read it, lived it. It is one of the most powerful books I have ever read.

 

Perhaps one of his better-known poems to American audiences is The Last Will and Testament of The Tiger, “So take the sacred colour from my coat / and send it back to the maker of sunsets // Send my roar back to my maker…” 

 

The Tiger Poet is divided into five sections, 1. Meet the Tiger Poet, 2. A Rural Childhood, 3. Terror Poems Medley, 4. Pandemic Musings, and 5. Odes & Benedictions. The section titles explain the poems within. Amit Dahiyabadshah was born and raised in India where he currently resides, and reading his poems is a marvelous tour of that country and its people. If visiting India is on your Bucket List, be sure to read this book.

 

Window Shopping is a poignant love poem about a poor, homeless couple who peer through the windows of the closed market at night and give each other the gifts of their heart. “I give you that bright red dress…” he tells her, she gives him “…that fine leather wallet…” And in Why No One Chops Onions Faster Than Me you will learn the reason and you will smile.

 

The Indian culture is different than ours, not better, not worse, just different. When you read these poems, do so with your heart as well as your eyes. Read the “Terror” poems and cry. Read COVID Blessings and know your own. Yes, there are COVID Blessings. A Real Good Morning is a perfect morning where our Tiger Poet takes a morning walk and blesses and is blest by, those he meets along the way. We should all take our morning walk with the same eyes, the same gifts, the same heart.

 

If you buy no other book this year, buy The Tiger Poet, even if you think you don’t like poetry, read these as stories in poetic form.