Hello world, it’s Emma back again with the book blog! Once again this semester I found myself taking a break from this fabulous corner of the internet to keep myself at slightly more normal levels of insanity. This semester was a little different in that it was my last as an undergrad! As a celebration of finally being done with school, my dad and I are headed to Ireland. By total coincidence I spent part of this last semester reading and studying James Joyce! Which means I’ll for sure be taking a picture at his statue but it also means I’m going to be talking about his collection of short stories Dubliners.


Dubliners is by far Joyce’s most reader friendly book. (After I recover from the semester a little bit I’ll do a post on Ulysses…and whew that is a book that makes you sweat.) It’s a collection of short stories following various Dubliners going about their day.  There is some Irish/time specific references but my copy of the book had some handy endnotes to help me put some context around some of the events. When reading any sort of James Joyce at all it is helpful to already be well read because he has a tendency to pack his books and stories full of literary references. With Dubliners there isn’t quite as much of this and it certainly won’t hinder your reading experience if you miss a few references.

I think it’s kind of interesting that at the time of publication Dubliners was fairly well received, even in Ireland, because the picture Joyce paints is not exactly a vibrant full of life one. A running theme throughout the short stories is paralysis. Joyce seemed to be of the opinion that Ireland and the Irish arts were going through a rather stale period of non growth. Because of this reading all the stories in one go of it might get a bit wearisome. Regardless, Dubliners is a good way to ease into reading James Joyce and appreciating his complicated, but undeniable genius!

Common Place Book Entries:

“I found it strange that neither I nor the day seemed in a mourning mood…”

-The Sisters by James Joyce

“No one would think he’d make such a beautiful corpse.”

-The Sisters by James Joyce

“Now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a  wholly undesirable life.”

-Eveline by James Joyce

“…laughing as if his heart would break.”

-The Dead by James Joyce

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Old Man’s War

Over and over I tell myself, “Emma, stop buying books. You’ve no time to read them all and you live a mere three blocks away from a library, no need to stock up in your apartment. Speaking of apartments, do you remember the last time you moved? Was it fun to carry all the books? No. No it was not.” Then on a trip I stop in at a bookstore or I accidentally (totally an accident…every time) click on a link to Amazon and more money leaves my bank account and more books enter my To Read Pile. But then, once in a blue moon, a totally legitimate justification for all future purchases of books presents itself. On Saturday, John Scalzi, author of Old Man’s War and many other books, came to the Madison Central Library for a reading and Q and A. I’ve known who John Scalzi is for a while now and have owned Old Man’s War for almost as long so I was delighted to have an excuse to sit down with his book all day before going to the reading.


Often when you pick up the first book a well written author has ever written you do so with a little bit of trepidation. It may not be their best. They may have learned a lot between the first and the second. I haven’t read any of John Scalzi’s other books, but I can say that his first is well worth reading and very well done. The story follows John Perry starting on his 75th birthday. He visits his wife’s grave and joins the army. More specifically he joins the Colonial Defense Forces or as I called it in my head sometimes while reading: Space Army. The rumor on Earth is that once you join up they make you young again so you’ll be in fighting shape. They’re fighting for planets that Earth wants to colonize or has already colonized and alien forces are trying to take.

Generally a book as out there as what I just described would have me a little worried going in if only because world building with these sorts of things has a lot of potential to go wrong. John Scalzi set it up in a way that eases the reader and our main character, John, into the world and the changes. It helps so much that it’s all done with a 75 year old man. Everybody knows a slightly curmudgeonly, sarcastic, wise cracker that’s about 75 years old. There is a very specific humor that comes with age and John Scalzi allowed himself to fully utilize it. This humor follows through a sort of transition period and all the way until John Perry is fully in the Colonial Defense Force (I genuinely wrote space army and had to delete it…old habits die hard unless you join up with CDF, then they may live to die another day).

The army days open up a lot of super interesting potential story lines and ethical problems within the society that John Perry is now immersed. This is not to say it’s all set up, the reader also gets pulled along for the fantastic war story Perry is currently facing. I was so relieved when I found out that Old Man’s War is just the first in the series because this book was a page turner and left me wondering so much about Perry’s future!

Common Place Book Entries:

“The problem with aging is not that it’s one damn thing after another—it’s that it’s every damn thing, all at once, all the time.”

-Old Man’s War by John Scalzi

Keep reading. Keep learning. Keep listening. Keep creating.

The Underground Railroad

I have been slowly (think glacial) picking my way through Ulysses by James Joyce. In that book every single word, nay, every single syllable, has at least one, if not five, references, meanings, and points. The search for purpose that is required of my reading experience in Ulysses has infected how I read every other book I pick up. Sometimes this can lead to disappointment and fraying loose ends, not so with Colson Whitehead’s, The Underground Railroad. In fact, I think this is a rare story that can be both easily and critically read.


The underground railroad in Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad is literally underground. This is the most obvious difference from a typical escaped slave narrative story that Colson Whitehead makes in the telling of Cora’s search for freedom. There are plenty more. The very first chapter of the book is a very cut and dry telling of how Cora’s grandma ended up a slave on the cotton plantation in Georgia where Cora grew up. This fact driven, historical tone of a tragic story being told in an almost bullet point manner eases the reader into a setting that we are all too familiar and comfortable with. Colson Whitehead proceeds to pull the soft rug out from under us and wrap us in the rough underbelly that was always there but never seen.

The harsh truths of history that he presents are mixed together and jumbled in a sort of state line divided time warp. In each place Cora ends up, there is a new system to navigate. Throughout the book there is a constant sense of disconnect and unease sometimes for both Cora and the reader, but even when Cora is most comfortable the reader is struck with a sense of knowing something will go wrong. This is a virtue of having learned the history, but it also speaks to Colson Whitehead’s fantastic writing. Throughout the story Cora remains distant from the reader. There are moment in which the reader can relate to and empathize with Cora and her experiences but she also, often, holds us at arms length. This, in many stories, could be disconcerting and off putting. This, however, is a story about a women that grew up as a slave with no family. She has no reason to trust people and for her own survival she keeps all at arms length. If the reader were to feel connected to her, Cora’s story would lose it powerful impact. Ultimately, this is a horrifying, beautifully written, and important story.


Common Place Book Entries:

“The cabins radiated permanence and in turn summoned timeless feelings in those who lived and died in them: envy and spite.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“The words from across the ocean were beaten out of them over time. For simplicity, to erase their identities, to smother uprisings.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“Truth was a changing display in a shop window, manipulated by hands when you weren’t looking, alluring and ever out of reach.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“The only way to know how long you are lost in the darkness is to be saved from it.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“The night was his opponent, Cora decided, the night and the phantoms he filled it with.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“Fear drove these people, even more than cotton money.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“Whether in the fields or underground or in an attic room, America remained her warden.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“They were ghosts themselves, caught between two worlds: the reality of their crimes, and the hereafter denied them for those crimes.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“Being free had nothing to do with the chains or how much space you had.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“She’d learned to walk with irons. It was hard to believe it had taken this long.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“She didn’t recognize the Declaration of Independence the day she joined them in the meeting house.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“There’s room enough for different notions when it comes to charting our path through the wilderness. When the night is dark and full of treacherous footing.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

“Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useful truth.”

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

Shades of Milk and Honey

Every once in a while, I’ll accidentally leave the book I’m reading at a friend’s house and pick a new one at random that turns out to be exactly what my readerly heart needed. Such was the case with Shades of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal. It’s been a couple of years since I last picked up a book in the style of Jane Austen, and Mary Robinette Kowal certainly fits that bill with the happy addition of magic. This, for me, was a stay up till two in the morning to finish it type of book. Thank goodness I’m on Spring Break.


The magic in the world of Shades of Milk and Honey is called glamour and it is considered a skill for well accomplished women on par with piano playing. Our heroine, Jane Ellsworth, is particularly skilled with glamour and adheres to the social expectations and rules for a young, eligible, woman. A lot of this story is setting up and explaining the social structure; and rightfully so, as that structure is forefront in the life of Jane. There is also significant time spent discussing the artistry that goes into glamour and those were my favorite moments. I can see the potential for so many other stories in this world utilizing glamour for more than art and other homely uses. I do believe there is at least one more book in this world and I look forward to see where Mary Robinette Kowel goes with it.

This isn’t to say the glamour aspects of this story aren’t interesting; they just aren’t really the point of the story. The Ellsworth sisters need to get husbands and being good at glamour is one more skill on the list that could attract a good husband. This is where I struggled a bit while reading. It’s the same thing when reading Jane Austen and all of the Bronte’s. I appreciate the story and I understand the confines of the world, but holy Toledo do I ever resent the confines of the world. For the most part the heroines of these stories resent those confines too, so I can be their cheerleader as fight the patriarchy. The fight, however, is not nearly far enough removed from reality for me to not be rage reading occasionally. By the end of this story Jane’s situation has changed in a rather dramatic and exciting way, and I can’t wait to see what opportunities may open up for her in the next story by Mary Robinette Kowel.

Keep reading. Keep learning. Keep listening. Keep creating.

Milk and Honey

Almost every time I go back to read a poetry book I’m reminded how much I love reading poetry. Upon cracking open Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur I was reminded not only how much fun it is to read poetry but how wildly emotional it can be. You may notice at the end of this post I do not include any common place book entries. This is because after reading the first few poems I realized I’d be copying the entire book into my common place book. So, instead of retyping it all below I chose just one short poem to share with you. Hopefully that will be enough to exemplify why I loved this collection of poems so much.


What struck me most about Milk and Honey was how deeply personal and honest the whole book was. Each poem is a practice in empathy. When Rupi Kaur writes that “when my heart is broken/ i don’t grieve/ i shatter” she isn’t just telling the reader about her broken heart, throughout that entire poem she has built up to the moment in which the reader can feel shattered with her. Honestly, this is what I look for in all art. I see it as a chance to step into another perspective. If the artist is willing and able to make themselves so vulnerable and open that for a few moments I feel that our stories are the same, then the artist has done important and valuable work. It is difficult to be vulnerable enough so that close friends and family feel what we’re feeling; which is why it’s so much more impressive that Rupi Kaur has been so successful in offering her work to the world.

I would like to take a moment to appreciate how Rupi Kaur formatted the whole book. It’s split up into four sections, The Hurting, The Loving, The Breaking, and The Healing. Because the poems hold the readers hand through hurting, loving, breaking, and healing it was very wise of her to end the experience with a collection of healing. It does not diminish the hurting, the breaking, or even the loving but it leaves the reading on a hopeful note with a looking forward feeling. Given the emotional and sometimes traumatic nature of the poems, particularly in the hurting and breaking sections, the reading experience would have been very different had it been presented in a different order. As it is, Rupi Kaur gently pulled me through a lifetime of hurts and healings and left me hoping for more.


“you were so afraid

of my voice

I decided to be

afraid of it too”

Milk and Honey, the hurting by Rupi Kaur

Keep reading. Keep learning. Keep listening. Keep creating.




Pym by Mat Johnson gets a little weird. To the credit of the story it warns us right out of the gates, in the preface, that it’s going to get a little weird. Anyone who has read The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allen Poe will pick up on the similarities, and purposeful differences, between the two stories immediately. If you haven’t read The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, don’t worry about it. You will be told, in no uncertain terms, throughout Pym what to be looking for and thinking about in relation to The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (Can we take a moment and all agree that Poe did a terrible job naming his book?).


The catalyst of the story is the main character Chris Jaynes doesn’t get tenure. He uses this situation to further his obsession with Dirk Peters, the black man that traveled with Pym in The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. This obsession culminates in Jaynes bringing together a crew to follow the path of Pym and Peters to Antarctica. What follows is structurally a very similar story to The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket with the race roles reversed. Instead of finding the black inhabitants that Poe described they found giant white creatures who they call “Snow Honkies”.

The book reads as a sort of parody of The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym at the same time as satirizing the use of the slave narrative as the primary method of articulating African American history and artistic expression. A point that is made several times throughout the story is that when telling and/or living (as is the case, eventually with the characters in Pym) a story that is a slave narrative the story is forced into the confines of the system of white and black that was used to justify slavery to begin with.

That all sounds rather serious, I know, and the book certainly has serious, and relevant, points to make. Don’t mistake serious points for a sad book! This book is funny and soaked in irony. I highly recommend it if you’d like a fresh and entertaining critique of racial politics and identity.

Commonplace Book Entries

“In this age when reality is built on big lies, what better place for truth than fiction?”

Pym by Mat Johnson

“Nobody wants to give a job for life to an asshole.”

Pym by Mat Johnson

“It was depressing looking at every extra pound on him, each a reminder that we were both moving swiftly into decline with little else as accomplishment.”

Pym by Mat Johnson

The constantly rustling wind didn’t help. That was just the sound of silence moving.”

Pym by Mat Johnson

“’Goddamn global warming.’ Garth leaned forward to get a better view. ‘Ain’t our fault. It was all them Escalades in the ghetto.’”

Pym by Mat Johnson

Keep reading. Keep learning. Keep listening. Keep creating.


Just like Justin brought sexy back in 2006, I’m bringing this blog back today (and yes I’ve rewritten half of that song in my head to be about a book blog and am happy to share upon request). I took a brief hiatus for the sake of school and sanity, but I couldn’t stay away for long because, as luck would have it, I study books at school!  I am fortunate enough to be in a class that has Beloved by Toni Morrison on its reading list and even more fortunate to have a class full of thoughtful and intelligent classmates to discuss it with. For a moment I’d like to comment that Toni Morrison is a must read. Beloved is an excellent book but if you’re not into fiction she does have non-fiction books and essays. For my class we read excerpts from Playing in The Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination and I feel lucky to live in a time that allows me to learn from such a brilliant mind.


Beloved follows Sethe and her daughter Denver eighteen years after Sethe escaped from slavery and eight years after slavery is abolished in the United States. The story begins with a haunted house, “124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom.” Take a moment and breathe in the hook of those first two sentences and try to tell me you’re not curious what happens next. Now feels like a pretty good time to let you know that this book gets odd. It is a ghost story, the house is haunted by Sethe’s dead baby girl, but the “ghostiness” of the story is not what the story is about. In Beloved Toni Morrison is looking at slavery and its lasting harmful impact not from a historical perspective, but from a human perspective.

The story can be hard to follow if you don’t go into it expecting flashbacks and warped reality and time. The book confronts the trauma of slavery with characters that are trying their hardest not to. The past influences and grabs hold of Sethe and Denver in ways they could not predict and, arguably, could not avoid. As the story moves along and the ghost gains more and more power and influence on our main characters the readers become completely immersed in the explosion of trauma and grief that threatens to consume Sethe.

There is a section of three chapters in which each chapter is from a different characters perspective that I, as a writer and critical reader, totally geeked out about. Every moment of that reading experience mimics the experience of the narrator herself, down to the formatting of the words on the page. This is the type of care that Toni Morrison put into Beloved in addition to using beautiful language. It gets odd and is absolutely, at times, difficult to read, but it is so key to understanding slavery not as a history but as a far reaching trauma incited upon an entire race of people.

Common Place Book Entries

“Her past had been like her present—intolerable—and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering colors.”                              –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.” -Beloved by Toni Morrison

“They were not holding hands but their shadows were.”                                                                  –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that free self was another.”            –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“It was lovely. Not to be stared at, not seen, but being pulled into view by the interested, uncritical eyes of the other.”                                                                                                                       –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“Now she is crying because she has no self. Death is a skipped meal compared to this.”       –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“God puzzled her and she was too ashamed of Him to say so.”                                                        –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers—not the defined.”                                                                                                                         –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“the others do not know he is dead   I know   his song is gone   now I love his pretty little teeth instead”                                                                                                                                                   –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“…being so in love with the look of the world, putting up with anything and everything, just to stay alive in a place where a moon he had no right to was nevertheless there.”           –Beloved by Toni Morrison

“Maybe they were simply nice people who could hold meanness toward each other for just so long and when trouble rode bareback among them, quickly, easily they did what they could to trip him up.”                                                                                                                                     –Beloved by Toni Morrison

Keep reading. Keep learning. Keep listening. Keep creating.