Apr 152010
 
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Thursday Tea Thursday Tea is a weekly meme hosted by yours truly. To play along, all you need is some tea, a book, and the answers to these questions: what tea are you drinking (and do you like it)? What book are you reading (and do you like it)? Tell us a little about your tea and your book, and whether or not the two go together.

The book: I’m technically reading two books right now, A Conspiracy of Paper and The Years, but I’ve only JUST started The Years and if I wrote about that today it’d be very boring, so instead I’m going to write about A Conspiracy of Paper.

I’m currently about halfway through, and while it’s not overly exciting I am enjoying the various twists and threads and whatnot, and Benjamin Weaver is an interesting detective (although he’s not called that in the book). He’s a Jewish ex-boxer living in 18th century England, right at the start of the stock market, and just those things alone are interesting. I don’t know much about 18th century England except that it was probably horrible, and A Conspiracy of Paper doesn’t do much to discount that– but it does do a good job of creating the world of 18th century England! It helps that Benjamin is writing from 50 years in the future, so he can explain some things in more detail, like the stock market itself (which I also knew nothing about).

The tea coffee: Some cheap-o stuff from a campus supplier. I’ve noticed that lately I’ve gotten really lazy about my tea. Either I’m not drinking it at all or I’m drinking the same bagged stuff over and over again. I have loose leaf teas! Why aren’t I drinking them? It’s not like I’m so busy with school I can’t spend five minutes putting together a tea ball. Bah.

Do they go together? Sure! Actually, they drink a lot of coffee in A Conspiracy of Paper. In “dishes.” I’ve always wondered if they meant actual dishes, like saucers? Or did they just call cups dishes back then? Probably I should Google this.

I’m drinking my coffee in a paper cup, by the way.

What are you drinking/reading this Thursday?

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58. The Kid Who Was Zapped Through Time by Deborah Scott
Publication: Avon Books (T); 1st edition (September 1997), Hardcover, 154pp / ISBN 0380973561
Genre: MG, Fantasy
Rating:
Read: March 7, 2010
Source: Bought
Summary from Amazon:

Tricked into buying a strange computer game, Flattop Kincaid is hurtled through time back to twelfth-century England, where he is taken in by a peasant family that mistakes his satin baseball jacket for royal raiment.”

Review

Okay, so I’m pretty sure I’ve read this book before, because it was really familiar. On the other hand, I can’t specifically remember reading it, and it might only be familiar because I’ve seen this movie so many times. (The movie wasn’t based on this book, because it was actually made before the book, but they’re pretty similar.)

The Kid Who Was Zapped Through Time isn’t a bad book, it’s just dated. It’s a good primer to what life was like back in the medieval times, especially peasants’ lives. It also introduces knights, royalty, and villains, so it really covers the while range of people living back then, which was nice. And the plot is pretty exciting, what with Merlin running around zapping people and everything, and Flattop’s growth as a person is decent enough. However, all the good stuff can’t hide the fact that there are newer and better books dealing with the same subject. And I don’t think any kid looking for information on the medieval period is going to read this because it’s a) kinda old (well, to a kid it is), b) dated, like I said, and c) out of print. So. Yeah.

Maybe if you liked the movie you’d read the book? I could see that.

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90. It’s Too Late Now: The Autobiography of a Writer by A. A. Milne
Publication: Methuen & Co., Ltd. (London), Hardback, 315pp
Genre: Non-Fiction, Memoir
Rating:
Read: March 9, 2010
Source: Library
Summary:

The life of A.A. Milne from childhood to somewhere in his 50s.

Review

Sometimes I feel like I don’t know enough, especially when it comes to authors and their lives. Take, for instance, the subject of this book. I knew nothing about A.A. Milne except that he was the creator of the Winnie-the-Pooh books and named Christopher Robin after his son. I didn’t know anything about his life beyond that, or even that he had written a LOT of other stuff than Pooh! And I certainly didn’t know that he was such an entertaining writer.

Being only familiar with Pooh (and not overly fond of the actual books), I was extremely pleased to learn that Mr Milne was actually very funny, and an excellent writer. The Pooh books are just the tip of the iceberg– in his memoir his humor reminded me a lot of Roald Dahl’s humor, that sort of whimsical touch that makes reading nonfiction so much fun.

And I really enjoyed some of the things he had to say, not just how he said it. For instance, Mr Milne is of the opinion that memoirs are at their most interesting when they talk about what happened before the subject became famous, which I think is (mostly) true. I certainly enjoy reading about the circumstances that put a person onto the path that would later lead them to riches and fame– mostly this starts in childhood, and if a person can write about their childhood in a way that makes me like them and want to be their friend, that’s an accomplishment. Mr Milne did that, and though he does come across as a grouch at the end of the book (he doesn’t like Modernism and thinks it’s too “easy” to do) he also seems like a decent enough chap.

He doesn’t only talk about his childhood, of course, though it is nearly the longest section in the book. He also talks about being a young adult, going to college and university and, after graduating, trying to find his way in London by freelance writing. The most heartbreaking section of his memoir is when he writes about fighting in World War I; he says that if he could NOT write about it, he would, and that’s a pretty decently sized hint to what happened to him.

After WWI is when he really started to be successful, mostly in his plays, which I’ve never read or even heard of (unfortunately). This is also the part of the book that is the least interesting, but I think if I was more of a writer I’d appreciate it more because he writes about the actual craft of writing, and how he goes about doing his writing. Basically, he writes what he wants when he wants, and hopefully he can sell it to someone. That was why he wrote Winnie-the-Pooh and then stopped and went back to plays. He didn’t want to write W-t-P any longer, so he didn’t. And I admire that in a person, especially in an author who won’t only stick to whatever genre sold best for them. Mr Milne could write in many genres, and he didn’t limit himself to only the genres that made him the most money. Very admirable, I think.

The memoir was written in 1939, pretty early on in Mr Milne’s life, still, so it’s not a complete record of his life. Also, some things were left out, such as his brother’s death and so on. He did write about his parents a lot, though, and his brother’s life, so it wasn’t as completely annoying as it might have been otherwise. I also wanted to mention that he had wonderful parents, which seem to be pretty rare during the Victorian era. Even his father was loving and kind and nice, not like any of the Victorian fathers I’ve really read about before– so that was nice, too.

Also, Mr Milne went to public school, but unlike Roald Dahl he doesn’t seem to have been beaten. He says there wasn’t any bullying between students, but there was still corporeal punishment and students (the seniors) could punish the younger students if they thought they did something wrong. So I’m not sure what to make of that, especially since Mr Milne never seems to have been punished at all (or at least, he didn’t mention being punished). He DID, however, have the same problem of not having enough food in college, and having to supplement it with presents from his parents and so on. So it seems that schools in early 20th century England, even if they were light on beatings, were all stingy with food for their students.

Anyway, I really loved this memoir. It’s fantastically entertaining, and Mr Milne is, like I said, a great writer. I definitely want to find more things he wrote, and I feel stupid for having written him off as that “Winnie the Pooh guy” for so long. He’s so much more than Pooh!

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Couldn’t find a cover of the book (I suspect it never had one) so I stuck a photo of Mr Milne in there instead.

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