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SECOND / THIRD QUARTER, 1998

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Second / Third Quarter, 1998

Betty Louise Bell's Faces in the Moon

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Elizabeth Ann Scarborough's The Godmother books:

The Godmother
The Godmother's Apprentice
The Godmother's Web

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Ellen Hart's A Killing Cure, a Jane Lawless Mystery

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Jane Mendelsohn I Was Amelia Earhart

Reviewed by Lee Lawton (Q2 1998) (F)

Kathleen Alcalá's Spirits of the Ordinary: a tale of Casas Grandes

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Kiana Davenport's Shark Dialogues

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Linda Hogan, Deena Metzger, and Brenda Peterson's Intimate Nature: The Bond Between Women and Animals

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Linda Hogan's Power

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Mary Logue's Still Explosion: a Laura Malloy Mystery

Reviewed by Terre Poppe (Q2 1998) (F)

Robin Mather's A Garden of Unearthly Delights: Bioengineering and the Future of Food

Reviewed by Lee Lawton (Q2 1998) (F)

I Was Amelia Earhart
by Jane Mendelsohn
Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1996

Reviewed by Lee Lawton llami@mail.teleport.com

This tiny novel, which could perhaps be better described as a novella, was the winner of the 1997 Orange Prize in the United Kingdom.

Mendelsohn tells the story of what "really" happened to Amelia Earhart during her last flight: the around-the-world flight which was supposed to break a world's record for women pilots. Poetic and completely believable scenarios explain the disappearance of Earhart and her navigator, Noonan, as well as their subsequent lives on an uncharted atoll.

Not even 150 pages long, in small format, Mendelsohn's writing is simply striking. She alternates between the first and third persons, repeating and embroidering on the same facts and themes, as if the narrator and then the narrator's biographer/admirer were telling concurrent stories--a cinematographic technique which provides the reader with vivid mind's eye photographs through Earhart's eyes. Here, Earhart lives on long after missing Howland Island's radio signals. She reminisces about her life and about her flying and what it meant to her. Long after her supposed death, she falls in love and finds what matters most.

This is no fantasy--it is quite simply an unabashed romance of people and nature. This is a remarkable novella.

A Garden of Unearthly Delights: Bioengineering and the Future of Food
by Robin Mather
Dutton, New York, 1995

Reviewed by Lee Lawton llami@mail.teleport.com

This book should be required reading for everyone who eats. If you don't eat, well, there's always "Vogue" magazine. Perhaps you've never thought that what you eat changes the world, but it does. Your choices and the choices of people like you, influence what food is grown, how it is prepared and packaged, and where it is shipped. Your decisions influence agribusiness--the huge, industrialized growers whose pollution exceeds that of all municipal and industrial sources combined. The same folks who are converting the rain forests to pasture in order to feed the cattle which end up at McDonald's and other fast food hamburger places. Like it or not, when you buy hamburgers, you are condoning the destruction of the rain forest.

As a farmer/grower myself, I cannot condone the practices of agribusiness. Not only do huge, industrialized growers make it difficult for the small, organically-minded farmer to compete, they treat the earth somewhat as miners do--what is there is there to be extracted, to be used up for the greatest profit, and what is changed irrevocably can simply be replaced with something manmade.

Some of the problems with agribusiness are well known--the ubiquitous use of antibiotics in animals intended for food, with the result that the target organisms and the people who eat them, become immune to those antibiotics. Mather tells us this story and gives other examples less well known to the general public by describing specific farms and their owners, which she visits. Many people may not know that as taxpayers, we give price supports to all dairy farmers, who then produce more and more dairy products, which often end up as surplus, which the government then buys from them. Meanwhile, despite the surplus, consumer prices for dairy products in the stores continues to rise. This bit of economics is truly inexplicable. And almost all of this milk has been treated with one kind of drug or another, meant to bolster production. In fact, agricultural students often find that what they've been taught in college is not how to farm better, but "how to be a customer of the agro-chemical companies".

So why do we put up with this and more? In the interests of cheap food for American consumers, according to the folks who farm in this manner. That is why switching to chicken at McDonald's won't help--the chickens, too, are raised and slaughtered in conditions impossible to perceive as anything but industrial, where those living beings may as well be auto parts.

Much of what Mather writes has been publicized in the last few years, most notably the crowded chicken story which appeared on "60 Minutes". The bad news, if you will, is much more newsworthy than the "good news", which receives equal time here, as Mather visits organic growers and those who strive to produce quality agricultural products in a humane and earth-friendly manner.

The best reason to read this book is not because it is well-written, easy to understand and interesting, which it is, but because, as Mather says, "We should know the cost of our appetites, I think."

Bon appetit as you change the world!

The Godmother books:

The Godmother (1994)
The Godmother's Apprentice (1995)
The Godmother's Web (1997 or 1998, hardback only so far) by Elizabeth Ann Scarborough, Ace Fantasy Everyone needs a fairy godmother, don't they? I know I've wanted one at various times in my life. And been sorely disappointed when someone didn't come along and resolve whatever problem I was experiencing at that time.

Elizabeth Ann Scarborough has written three books in what I hope will be an ongoing series about godmothers, an interesting assortment of godmothers at that. The first book, The Godmother, begins in Seattle, Washington, specifically in a vintage clothing shop in Pike Place Market, in fairly contemporary times.

Rose doesn't believe in happy endings, but she does believe in happy moments. Rose is a social worker faced with budget cuts and an increasing workload. When her friend Linden, the shopkeeper, asks what she would wish for if she could have anything, Rose wishes for reinforcements. Linden says, then you'll be wanting a fairy godmother, and Rose says yes, for all of Seattle. And so it begins.

Scarborough interweaves many stories throughout the book; most have similarities to various "fairy tales" from the past, to Snow White, to Hansel and Gretel, to Cinderella, but they are firmly grounded in contemporary society. The spins Scarborough puts on them are clever, interesting, and enjoyable.

"She was as silvery and sparkly as a coho salmon leaping out of the bay into the sunlight. Her hair was every hue and tint of silver from gunmetal through pewter through dover gray to white and curled to well below her shoulders, held back from her face by a silver rose. Silver-gray eyes full of intelligence and cool humor regarded Rose politely before turning their attention to the door lock." Felicity Fortune, part-owner of Linden's shop, has arrived. She is taking over while Linden is gone on a bit of an emergency. When Rose wants to know who Felicity is, and how she knows Linden, Felicity explains that they are in a kind of sorority together. She finds her card and presents it to Rose:

"Dame Felicity Fortune, Godmothers (Anonymous), Fair Fates Facilitated, Questers Accommodated, and Virtue Vindicated. True Love and Serendipity Our Specialty." In The Godmother, we read about how Rose and her godmother work in and on Seattle, weaving the kinds of magic available to contemporary magic, well-grounded in everyday realities.

In The Godmother's Apprentice, one of the characters from The Godmother (now, I'm not going to give that away, am I?) goes to Ireland, to study with other godmothers and with Felicity and learn to be a godmother too. In Ireland the fairy tales themselves are more alive, more remembered, and play their part in the story that unfolds. We meet Her Majesty the Fairy Queen, as well as many other interesting characters. Yet again, the struggle is set in contemporary times with contemporary problems, with fairy tales lending a hand here and there.

The Godmother's Web tells the story of yet another character from The Godmother and yet another godmother who was briefly introduced in an earlier book. Again, the story is set in contemporary times, this time in the U.S. Southwest, with Hopi and Navajo people involved, and with their myths and stories as the basis for the magical events that take place.

Scarborough's background in folklore and song, her living in the Pacific Northwest, her spending time in Ireland, and her spending time as a nurse among the Indians of the American Southwest, all give her a solid base on which to spin her stories. And what wonderful stories they are!

Each book can be read by itself, but I recommend reading them in order as characters do move from one book to another, and their stories build on what previous books have told us about them.

I'm ready to join the society of godmothers. Where do I sign up?

by Terre Poppe

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Faces in the Moon
by Betty Louise Bell
vol. 9 in the American Indian Literature and Critical Studies Series 1995. University of Oklahoma Press, Norman. ISBN: 0-8061-2601-9

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

This is the story of three generations of Cherokee women, as viewed by the youngest, Lucie. The author is my age (48), and I picture Lucie also being about my age, and so I put her stories against the background of my memories of those years of growing up, of young adulthood, of independence. The times fit pretty well, the places were different, of course, as the story is set in rural Oklahoma, which I've only visited and never lived in. And I'm not Indian but I grew up poor and there were a few similarities in our experiences (the book character and me).

One of the things I really enjoyed about this book is that there is a lot of storytelling in it. Lucie's mom Gracie and her aunt Aunie sit around the kitchen table telling stories to emphasize what does and should happen in their lives. Or what did happen, whether or not it should have. Lizzie is the great aunt with whom Lucie is sent to live so Gracie can live with her boyfriend. Through Lizzie, Lucie gets to know more about her grandma Hellen, and her heritage.

These are not romanticized Indians, "noble savages." These women are as real as you and I, and have the wrinkles, the coughs, the tired eyes, to prove it.

Lucie, as the youngest, knows her job is to listen, to be the recipient of stories told and retold, to learn all there is to learn from the women in her family. She loves and hates her part almost equally I think. There are ghosts, stranger and family member ghosts, and Lucie tries to learn what to do about them, to do with them. Sometimes her lessons are clear, sometimes they are as confusing as her dreams. One constant in her life, however, is that if she looks at the moon carefully, she can see the face of her grandmother there, watching over her.

I highly recommend this book.

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Intimate Nature: The Bond Between Women and Animals
edited by Linda Hogan, Deena Metzger, and Brenda Peterson,
1998, a Fawcett Columbine Book published by the Ballantine Publishing Group. ISBN: 0-449-91122-5. $27 hardback

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

All week long I have been reading the essays, poems, and stories in this book. The words have greeted me in the mornings, accompanied my meals, sent me off to bed with visions and wonder for my dreams. I've finished it now and, but for the stack of unread library books awaiting me, I could start reading it again right now.

More than 70 women have contributed to this collection. Individually the pieces move, charm, upset, educate the reader. Together they create a powerful statement about the interconnectedness among all life forms.

The book is divided into six sections: First People; Deep Science: Living in the Field; Borderlines: Domesticated Wild; Relationships: Learning from Animals; Come into Animal Presence: Testimonies; and Restoration: Bringing back the Animals. Each section looks at relationships between human and other animals and particularly at the ways in which women relate to other animals. All kinds of animals are written about here: wolves, salmon, heron, caribou, horses, orangutans, bonobos, dolphins, whales, gorillas, elephants, llamas, cattle, feral cats, goats, dogs, green tree frogs, piccaries (pigs), sharks, rams, robins, rhinos, bears, deer, owls, hummingbirds, foxes....

Through these writings, we too can experience raising a lion cub or a rhino that has been abandoned. We can swim with dolphins, with whales, with sharks. We can feel some of the awe and wonder that these women did, the ones who were protected or helped or taught by these other creatures of earth. There are stories of communicating directly with various animals, of healing and being healed, of sharing feelings intra species.

Some of the stories are distressing, about the destruction of habitat, the extinction or near-extinction of entire species. They are a call to arms, a warning of future disaster if we don't heed the warnings and take action. Other stories are hopeful, showing what has been done and what can be possible. One of these is Alice Walker's "The Universe Responds: or, how I learned we can have peace on earth." Mmmm, food for the soul.

Another favorite of mine this time through is Brenda Peterson's "Apprenticeship to Animal Play." Play is a sign of health, according to at least one veterinarian. It applies to humans too, as psychologists have been pointing out for years. This piece is a call to play, and made me grin just reading it. I think I play pretty well, but after reading this article, I know I could play even better if I let myself. Probably you can too.

Almost every contribution in this book called to me, strengthened me in my resolve to believe in peace for all living beings on this planet and to work and play towards that. Many women wrote that their experience with this animal or that animal changed them forever, in ways they can't necessarily describe very well. Reading this book could very well do that to the reader, too, perhaps not as dramatically as a one-on-one experience with an animal, but deep change nevertheless.

Welcome, change.

Power
by Linda Hogan
(1998, W. W. Norton & Company, LTD., hardback $23.00)

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

Natural disasters -- tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanos, hurricanes -- have been in the news a lot.

What if we were to look at them differently? Through a different cultural perspective? From the point of view of a 16-year-old young woman? That is what Linda Hogan has done in "Power." Omishto (the Taiga word means "one who watches") is the 16-year-old narrator of this story, set in Florida swamp country. It is a coming-of-age story for Omishto and of the people who straddle two worlds/two cultures, in this case the dominant white culture and the Taiga (Indian) culture.

An awe-ful hurricane ushers in this story. Omishto is with her aunt Ama, who is not exactly her aunt but is a favorite older relative. They are in Ama's once-bright-blue house that is now separating at the seams, becoming more and more like the nearby swamp. Ama and Omishto are part of the Panther Clan of the Taiga. In their creation stories, the Florida panther (called Sisa by the Taiga) was the first person to enter this world. After Sisa came other life. But now the Florida panther, as well as the Taiga, are dwindling in numbers, endangered, nearly extinct. Can anything be done to reverse this?

Ama and Omishto are together at Ama's house when the hurricane struck. Ama remembers Omishto's little boat and Omishto rushes out to tie it more securely, to try to keep from losing it in the storm. The full force of the hurricane catches her outside, but she tries to fight her way back to Ama's, or at least to an ancient tree called Methuselah, which has withstood more than a century of storms.

"I scream and I see that the sky is bruised and unnatural, and the wind is so strong the deer are flying, looks of terror on their faces. The deer are flying in the storm. The hungry deer they have been shooting. They are lifted up by the wind and everything is again dark and wounded and two large trees turn over and fall, black-trunked and shaken out by the hands of something bigger. Fifty-foot trees, they must be, their dark roots in air. I think I hear them crash down but I don't, it's all drowned out by the sound of the storm. I can't even hear the slashing rain or the terrified screams of owls I know are threre. The deer are flying and I hear only a loud roar. The deer look so strange and surprised up in the air, legs flailing at nothing but the body of wind. Then there are tree limbs and parts of houses, a piece of the patched tin roof of Ama's chicken coop. I want to cover my head as it all flies by, but I fall to the ground and hold to another tree. There is a pause now and then like the great animal of wind is taking a breath back inside it. In these pauses, or maybe they are more like gusting waves, I try to move forward, try to reach the big tree, Methuselah, my ears aching from the cruel pressure of air."

When the storm finally ends, all is changed, much is destroyed. Methuselah has been uprooted. Ama is charged with something Omishto can't see or truly understand. But, at Ama's request, Omishto goes with her, tracking a wounded deer. She doesn't know Ama is hunting the panther, whom Ama considers to be her sister.

And so the story goes on, confusing to Omishto and to us as we see through her eyes. What is Ama doing and why? How can she still love Ama when others around her are saying such terrible things about her? Loyalties torn, truths caught between telling and being kept secret. The storm continues in Omishto's life, sweeping her up and away, setting her down for a bit, carrying her away again. Can she listen to her own truths? Pay attention to her own heart?

"Power" is about power, of self, of group, of culture. This excellent story will keep you tossing and turning for days.

Terre Poppe

A Killing Cure, a Jane Lawless Mystery
by Ellen Hart,
Seal Press, 1993, $19.95 hardback.

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

This fourth Jane Lawless mystery takes place about seven months after the events in Stage Fright (her third case). Jane is still a restaurateur, her best friend Cordelia is still the artistic director of the Allen Grimby Repertory Theatre, and together they still manage to get deeply involved in solving a murder, or two, or more. First Jane is called in by members of the Board of Directors of The Gower Foundation, whose chair is the first victim. She is to make a quiet, low-profile investigation. Second, she finds herself looking into the innocence (or not) of the person charged with the murder of the second victim; her father is the defense attorney for this person. Things get murky fast -- is there anyone who doesn't have a motive for murder?

In A Killing Cure there are many plausible suspects, many suspicious events, and there are many kinds of guilt. Picking up the threads of the story and following them to their logical conclusions helps the reader come to some reasonable deductions. But are they correct? Hart has done an excellent job of weaving together an intricate plot with complex characters. This mystery is more challenging to solve than her previous ones.

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Shark Dialogues
by Kiana Davenport
Atheneum, Macmillan Pub. Co., New York, 1994, hardback $22.00, ISBN: 0-689-12191-1

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

Whew! It's taken me awhile to swim back to my own world from this one: Hawaii, several generations of life with Hawaiians. Pono, matriarch and kahuna, Polynesian Hawaiian, is the central character. She calls her four granddaughters (daughters of her four daughters) to her because she feels her end is drawing near. She is in her 80s. Davenport weaves a fine story, going back in time to 1834 when Pono's paternal ancestor first came to Hawaii, and coming back to the near present. Shark Dialogues is an epic tale of the history of Hawaii and of several generations of strong, magical, stubborn women.

Pono's granddaughters are mixed blood Hawaiians: Hawaiian-Filipina, Hawaiian-Japanese, Hawaiian-Caucasian, Hawaiian-Chinese. From early childhood the four spent summers with their grandmother. We get to read stories from those years as they remember them.

There is also the understory of Pono's secret life, and of her great love.

Always, mixed in with the family stories, is the history of the Islands, told from a native Hawaiian perspective, and of a land and people who are being overrun by the whites of the world, especially the U.S.

Davenport is a word artist, bringing islands, people, the waters, all to life, lushly, richly, vividly. It is easy to care, and care deeply, for these complex women.

Here is an excerpt. Pono (a younger Pono) is swimming on the north shore of Oahu when the ocean changes, draws back creating a desert where it had been, and then snaps back like a serpent, a tsunami.

"With no sense of it, Pono dived, grabbed the child as he swept by, and held him up to air. He screamed again, vomiting as she slid him onto her back, holding him with one hand, grabbing a tree limb with the other. Then she relaxed, let the ocean have its way, sweeping them miles out to sea. Years later the boy would swear they passed whales and dolphins, and sharks that pushed them up to air, kept them afloat with their snouts. He would swear that Pono's skin turned gray, that her face changed shape, and then when his arms slid away from her neck, it was a fin he clung to.

"Slowly the backwash exhausted itself, now everywhere debris. Bodies floated in and out. A human head, a fire truck. Bloated cattle upside down, a church, and somewhere a lone pig caterwauling. People who had watched the tsunami from the hills said they felt God, like glass, breaking through their foreheads. Children watching would never be young again; they had seen hundreds, a whole town disappear."

Know that reading this book will most likely take you someplace you've never been before and, going there, you will be changed.

I hope you can tell that I highly recommend reading Shark Dialogues.

Happy reading!

Spirits of the Ordinary: a tale of Casas Grandes
by Kathleen Alcalá.
1997, Chronicle Books, San Francisco, CA.
ISBN: 0-8118-1447-5. $22.95 hardback.

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

I finished this novel last night and am still caught up in the feelings, the magic, of this book. Alcalá wrote about people who lived in the late 1800s in the border areas of Texas and Mexico. Two families in a village in northern Mexico are the foci -- the Caraval family who are clandestine Jews (forced to be clandestine because of the persecution and death of Jews then) and the Navarro family who are Catholic and have been in Mexico for many generations and are merchants and shopkeepers. Zacarias Caraval married Estela Navarro. The book tells the stories of their lives and the lives of those around them.

I really like how Alcalá focuses on one character and follows that character along for awhile, then another, and another, and gradually you can see how and where their lives interconnect and what happens when they do. All the little stories build a much larger story that reaches a peak with the events at Casas Grandes. There are many interesting twists and turns in the characters and the plot. Alcalá uses magic realism and visions proficiently. I can taste the dust as it swirls around Zacarias and feel the water flowing from the fountain over the hands of his mother Mariana.

Copy on the back cover: "A spectacular tapestry of folklore, spirituality, and constantly shifting landscapes, this first novel reveals an author with a magical and haunting power for storytelling."

Though this is her first novel, Alcalá also has a collection of short stories --" Mrs. Vargas and the Dead Naturalist"--that is quite good. My memories of those stories is why I wanted to read this novel.

I recommend both of her books highly!

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Still Explosion: a Laura Malloy Mystery
by Mary Logue,
Seal Press, 1993, $18.95 hardback

Reviewed by Terre Poppe terre@oz.net

Laura Malloy, reporter for the Twin Cities Times, was at the Lakeview Family Planning Clinic to interview the clinic director for an article she was writing on abortion when she witnessed the explosion of a pipe bomb and the death of the young man who was holding the bomb. Quickly her investigation split in two -- one part continuing the objective story about the pros and cons of abortion, with comments from people on each side of the issue; the second part was more personal: she needed to know who made the bomb and why. This part seemed to revolve around two sets of people--the Jamesons, close-knit, Irish Catholic family of the dead young man, and Lifeline, the anti-abortion organization picketing the clinic. Who are Tom Chasen, head of Lifeline, and his shy but devout wife Sandy?

As Laura continued her investigation she found herself in danger as well as becoming aware that there might be another bombing in the near future. And she thought the bomb squad was looking at the wrong people.

Mary Logue has written an engrossing story; I had to stay up late and finish reading it in one sitting. The characters and their activities are quite interesting. Logue has created complex people whose actions and interactions elicit our sympathies. I found myself truly caring about these persons. I wanted to help some of them and I wanted others to be the ones guilty of whatever crimes had been committed. But even the most villainous persons received some empathy from me. There was not clearly a bad guy or a good guy, the issues were in shades of grey, not black and white, right and wrong.

And that, I believe, is why the story disturbed me so much, for I was disturbed after I had finished reading it. I had trouble going to sleep that night. In my opinion, this ability to shake up the reader is a mark of a good writer. I look forward to other mysteries and stories by Mary Logue.

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