Thursday, November 17, 2011

Book Review: The Bread Givers



Growing up in New York City, one of the first things we learn as schoolchildren is the long history of immigration to this bustling metropolis. One story that captures that essence is Anzia Yezierska's chronicle of an Eastern European Jewish family living in a Manhattan tenement in the early 20th century.

Dealing with powerful themes including ethnic and religious identity, the struggle to adapt to a new world and, above all, the changing views of gender roles, Yezierska's work offers a powerful glimpse into a tumultuous period in New York City's history.

Sara Smolinsky is the youngest of four daughters living on the lower east side in the 1920's Her strictly traditional father spends all of his time at study and prayer, while Sara and her mother and sisters struggle to earn enough to get by. As her father marries off her sisters for his own gain and to increase his social standing, Sara becomes more and more restless until finally, she snaps. Leaving her family and setting out into the city with virtually nothing, Sara is determined to make her own way and, for the first time in her life, live for herself.

As an immigrant herself, Yezierska draws from her own background and experience to craft an emotionally moving tale complete with all the gritty realism and sophisticated plot structure one would expect from a good piece of writing.


Stars of Sea and Silk

From the soil new life shall emerge
The horns of the Ram shall bear fruit
Day and night shall meet and converge
The Rat shall go forth and seek truth

The flowers of the earth shall blossom
The Bull shall be slaughtered for meat
The light of the sun shall grow awesome
The Ox shall be harnessed for wheat

A rainbow shall bloom from a sea of brown
The Twins shall compete with sword and fist
The sun shall reach its highest crown
The Tiger’s fur gleaming from tail to wrist

Fire and air shall meet and unite
The Crab shall scuttle ‘neath the moon’s wax and wane
Evening is pierced by spears of light
The Hare shall brood and give each one a name

Summer has begun its downward path
The Lion prances and protects at will
The sun unleashes its final wrath
The Dragon is fearsome, but shall not kill

Leaves are shedding their emerald skin
Last of the flowers wreath the Virgin’s hair
Women shall greet each other as kin
The Snake keeps wisdom, but still, beware

The air shall cool and leaves will fall
The Scales will balance day and night
Flowers give in to slumber’s call
The Horse shall gallop with all its might

Winter is rapping at autumn’s door
The Scorpion is all of greed and death
The frost has enclosed the forest floor
The Sheep is peaceful to its very last breath

The tears of heaven turn cold and white
The Centaur shall nock and raise his bow
The grip on nature becomes strong and tight
The Monkey shall leap between to and fro

Garlands of holly reside and abound
Land and sea unite in the Goat
The sun shall be deepest below the ground
The Rooster’s feathers like a rainbow coat

The hold of winter begins to slack
The Bearer of Water fills her bowl
Refreshment coaxes the sunlight back
The Dog keeps watch from the grassy knoll

The arrow of spring shall pierce winter’s mail
The Fish shall swim and spawn once more
Heaven’s dagger shall meet nature’s grail
Strength and honor is the heart of the Boar




Book Review: Viking Warrior


I first came across The Strongbow Saga seemingly a random. It was the summer of 2006 and I was working as an intern at the American Museum of Natural History. One day I was browsing at Barnes & Noble and saw this title on the teen fiction shelf. It looked interesting, so I decided to buy it. By the time I finished it (which wasn't long, I assure you), I was already hankering for more. Filled with painstakingly researched and accurate historical detail, Judson Roberts' masterful storytelling completely dispels popular stereotypes of the vikings and their world.

The story centers around the character Halfdan, the illegitimate son of Hrorik, a Danish chieftain, and Deirdru, an Irish princess captured by Hrorik several years before. Having lived all his life as a slave, Halfdan is acknowledged by Hrorik on his deathbed as his legitimate son. Halfdan is then trained in the arts of war by Hrorik's son Harald, who is perfectly happy to love Halfdan as his own brother. However, when dispute over a land inheritance arises between Halfdan and Toke, Hrorik's stepson, the wheels of fate are slammed into motion.

While visiting his inherited lands with Harald, Halfdan and the entire estate are attacked at night by Toke and his men, and nearly everyone is brutally slaughtered. Only Halfdan survives, and swears an oath of vengeance on Toke and all his followers.

For anyone interested in the world of the vikings, visit Mr. Roberts' websites:

http://www.judsonroberts.com/

http://strongbowsaga.com/ 

 

Heaven's Bridge

As pure as a shower of morning snow,
this milky hue is the sum of the parts.
Like pearls and ivory, shining bright,
or feathered swans and blooming lilies,
it is a shade that encompasses all.

The rosy arch is first in line,
like the gleaming jewels of Hades’ fruit,
or the feathered cuirass of spring’s first herald.
The product of both birth and battle
lends its hue, but not its hate.

A tiger’s tail unmarked by stripes,
it glows above like an autumn sunset.
Shining amber from end to end,
its pumpkin hue lights up the sky.
Eternal fire of peace and hope.

Heaven’s lantern joins the fold,
like fields of ripened wheat and barley,
or a tawny lion amongst the daffodils.
Gleaming like the finest gold,
this honeyed light is warm and tranquil.

Jade and emerald adorn the center,
like the resplendent feathers of the quetzal.
Yang to the yin of the sacred serpent.
A single, long, unending vine,
kissed with the glaze of young tree’s locks.

Shining like plumes of bluebell flame,
the sky is greater than life and thought.
Turquoise mirror of Ulmo’s realm,
this natural beauty surrounds us all.
Its aqua hue is pure and perfect.

The ocean’s richness spans the heavens,
like the shining cloak of Mother Virgin,
or the downy feathers of the peacock.
Lapis lazuli adorns the Goddess.
Midnight sky strewn bright with stars.

This royal mantle completes the range,
like the shining skin of ripened plums,
or heaven’s dew in an amethyst goblet.
A flower in color and in name,
it is a hue both rich and regal.

Although distinct from one another,
these many hues are meant to join.
From the road to Valhalla to Yahweh’s oath,
they bring together the best of life,
and form a whole that shines for all.

Katy Perry

Katy Perry was on of the concerts that I ever saw through out all of the concerts. I went last night at the place where I saw performers Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffett, Neil Diamond and Fleetwood Mac at Madison Square Garden. I went with my friends David Parisi who I know for 13 years and Cesar Acosta know for 3 years. It was a lot of fun. They had pyros comes along with a lot of dancing and she wore a lot of dresses were two to three wigs. They had great entertainment.

written by Justin Stenzler

Book Review: Maus


When you hear the words "comic book" and "holocaust" used to describe the same piece of literature, your brain must feel quite a shock. The two terms sound impossibly contradictory. In the case of Artie Spiegelman's magnum opus, however, they are brought together in a way unlike any other graphic novel on the scene today.

As much a personal as a professional work, Maus tells the story of Spiegelman's parents and their communities in war-torn Europe under the Nazi regime, their survival through the concentration camps and later, Artie's often difficult relationship with his (for lack of a better term) eccentric and aging father.

Rather than a direct narrative, the time line flip-flops between the chronicle of the Holocaust and Spiegelman's own writing of the story (Spiegelman himself is featured as an active character).

The most distinctive feature of Maus is its powerful visual symbolism. The various ethnic and cultural groups are represented as animals: the Jews as mice, the Nazis as cats, the Poles as pigs and so on. Some might think that this would detract from the powerful emotion present in such a significant topic, but I think, if anything, it greatly increases the impact of a remarkable story of faith and survival.