Hillary Clinton Nude: Naked Ambition, Hillary Clinton And America’s Demise by Sheldon Filger
Sunday, September 7th, 2008Like another reviewer, I was contacted by author Sheldon Filger and invited to read and review “Hillary Clinton Nude.” This is a valuable addition to the shelf of books about HRC. While it has a number of significant weaknesses, this volume also has significant strengths. It’s up to the individual reader to decide how best to balance the two.
Perhaps paradoxically, “Hillary Clinton Nude” is both passionate and dispassionate: passionate in the strength of the language, in the author’s commitment to his principles and beliefs, and in his conviction that the election of President Hillary Rodham Clinton would be an unmitigated disaster for the United States. At the same time, though, Filger is dispassionate in that he — unlike many other writers on HRC — is not a member of the fabled “Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy.” In fact, the vituperation Filger directs at Hillary is rivaled only by the scorn he directs at George W. Bush. “Hillary Clinton Nude” cannot, therefore, be dismissed as a GOP hit-piece or a brief on behalf of some other, competing, presidential candidate.
The author makes a persuasive case that lacking any demonstrable skills, training, opinions, or even basic understanding of the vital issues of economics and international relations, the only thing HRC can build a presidential campaign on is nostalgia for her husband’s years in office. As Slick Willie’s most attentive student, Hillary is mastering, Filger argues, the Clintonian Method of obfuscation, name-calling, smoke-and-mirrors, and (especially) a highly selective use of history, including but not limited to outright lies about facts, situations, and people.
Sheldon Filger is committed to setting the record straight, and so devotes considerable ink to laying out the facts about half-forgotten Clintonian scandals like the White House travel office firings, Hillary’s commodities-futures windfall, Pardongate, and of course, Monica and impeachment. Of course, Filger thereby leaves himself open to the Clinton-defenders’ time-tested charge that he is “obsessing over old news” while HRC herself is focused on the future. Given Filger’s thesis of the importance of Clinton-nostalgia to HRC’s own presidential hopes, however, I think he’s done exactly the right thing.
As I said, however, this book also has a number of weaknesses. Some of them, I admit, are matters of taste. But there are substantive omissions as well.
For one thing, Filger’s prose is, if not purple, certainly redolent of lavender: “Given the constellation of storm clouds gathering on the horizon of the new century, having a mediocre and politically ambitious megalomaniac figure making the key decisions of state is an alignment with catastrophe. It is also a rash gamble with history. If, indeed, the contemporary world resembles the apocalyptic dynamics that existed in the summer of 1914, then the admixture of nuclear armaments portents [sic] a cataclysm that will be vastly more devastating to humanity” (p. 179).
As another matter of taste, I wasn’t thrilled by the cover illustration by Molly Crabapple. It makes it too easy for critics to dismiss the whole book as an unattractive hit piece while ignoring the substance within. Certainly, I’m not going to leave this just sitting around on my desk at work.
Among the substantive topics Filger doesn’t address, one key one is Hillary’s alleged “move to the center” in the Senate. It seems obvious that this is part of Clinton’s decades-long effort to disguise her true radicalism, but it will also be a centerpiece of her presidential campaign. A discussion of this question would seem to be in order.
Most fundamentally, I did not come away from this book with a clear idea of whether Filger believes that, deep down in her soul, Hillary really *believes* in anything more than her own ambition. For the vital distinction, I’ve always believed, between Pudge and Ruffles (wish I could remember who coined those nicknames) is that whereas he is an opportunist with no firm beliefs, Hillary is a true ideological warrior.
Other writers, from Barbara Olsen to R.E. Tyrrell, have done great work tracing Hillary’s growth as what Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn described as a “Christian Social Romantic.” In this understanding, HRC’s Methodist upbringing was filtered through the tactical genius of Saul Alinsky to create a person driven by a true spiritual fanaticism. I think this is the only real explanation for HRC’s distinctive drive, her determination not just to confront, but ultimately to destroy, anyone who disagrees with her or opposes her utopian vision: she sees them, in a very real sense, as fundamentally, theologically, evil. I believe that this is the key to understanding Hillary Clinton. I’m not sure, though, whether Sheldon Filger agrees.
Finally, I need to point out that this book lacks footnotes, endnotes, bibliography, and index. Clearly a lot of research went into preparing this, but it is impossible for a reader to track the author’s sources.
This is a quite long review because I appreciate the author’s request for my opinion of his work. What Sheldon Filger has produced is a strong, well-argued, and unquestionably important book. With some work on what I consider the book’s shortcomings, a second edition could easily warrant four or even five stars.











Nude Island
Sunday, September 7th, 2008The Naked Island by Bryna Wasserman
This book fascinated me. It takes the reader from a farm in Ontario, Canada to India, Nepal, Singapore and Australia, but the real voyage here is within the world of heart and soul. The writing is distilled and poetic, and the author’s voice is strong and original. Wasserman has managed to write about spirits in a way that is believable and not at all hokey — a major achievement. I believe she is drawing on Kaballah at times, and the story’s heart is the love story between Jewish Canadian Rachel Gold and Muslim Malay Kifli Talib. These two are connected by two spirits but also by their physical connection, made at exotic Raffles Hotel in Singapore. The romance of these hotel scenes is perfect — sensual, passionate, with the edge of fear that is always present when two people lose themselves in one another. And beneath all of that, the menace of the demon who possesses Kifli and threatens Rachel. You won’t be able to put down this book.
Garage Glamour: Digital Nude and Beauty Photography Made Simple by Rolando Gomez
“… Laura F. was photographed by Gordon Jones at my Virgin Islands “Glamour, Beauty, and the Nude” workshop. This image has a number of appealing characteristics. …”
Simply put-this is a great book in the realm of Glamour Photography. I have been a photographer for more years than I would like to admit and I found gems of wisdom on almost every page. Whether you are a novice or experienced picture taker-you will benefit from this book.
I recently had the pleasure of attending one of Rolando’s seminars and while I had read the book several times-I still learned more about lighting in the seminar.
Rolando Gomez has an extraordinary passion for his craft and this book draws on his years as a photo journalist and top glamour photographer. The book is weighted toward lighting and the ways to achieve the lighting effects so much used in the fashion/glamour industry.He shares many of the secrets that have made him famous.And he does it in a straight forward easy to follow dialog.
There is a small portion of the book that details how to make a glamour portrait set-up using common fluorescent bulbs found in any “Home Depot” type store-worth the price of the book alone for this “tidbit”. I got to use this set-up in his seminar and it was truly an excellent tool.
You won’t be disappointed in this book-the pictures are excellent, the instruction superb.
Moon Virgin Islands by Susanna Henighan
This book will definitely get you in the mood for a Caribbean vacation. Unfortunately, it is not a great guide for navigating the islands.
Take the chapter on Tortola, for instance. The book makes no mention of the hotels at Cane Bay Garden, which are my favorites on the island for value. The book also leaves out some practical details. For instance, it correctly identifies Brewer’s Bay (BVI, not St. Thomas), as a great place for snorkeling. But fails to mention the higher than average presence of vacation-ruining sea urchins, or give tips on avoiding them.
Then, there are the maps. The maps in this book are the clearest and easiest ones you can find anywhere. Sadly, the good folks at Moon Handbook accomplished this, by adding a few roads that never existed and moving tourist attractions closer to main roads than their actual locations. It makes for confusing driving to say the least.
I used to live on St. Thomas, and I’ve seen my share of Virgin Islands guides. Notwithstanding the confounding maps, this isn’t the worst guide you could get… but it’s definitely not super.
“… take a Bays on the east end. Bathe in the nude. day sail to the Dog Islands for snorkeling and …”
Dream Seeking: On Nisyros a Small Greek Island by Lina Anritz
“… This will be the best attended donkey burial the island has ever seen! The meals arrive – plates of souvlaki …”
This book is covered with many glowing reviews. What none of them mention is that the author cannot write an intelligible sentence. Sometime in the 80′s, perhaps due to the influence of that patent charlatan Derrida, it became fashionable to write lengthy, tortuous sentences using strings of polysyllabic undefined non-words. This book is firmly in that tradition. There may actually be valuable content here, but it’s impossible to get at without subjecting yourself to a hideous reading experience. The author, like others in this prose tradition, seems unaware that his style invalidates his content. If he can’t be bothered to write a clear sentence, why should we assume that his thoughts are clear? This book is a great opportunity wasted.
Dog Island: A True Caribbean Tale by Olinda Oleander
“… DOG ISLAND 23 most of the time. He liked it that I liked to sunbathe nude and he joined me. …”
Great Reading! This description of Caribbean Living and Lifestyle is amazingly accurate. I have lived in the Caribbean for 14 years and have visited every island. Basically they are all the same. The problems stem from little or no education, naivety, to lack of political will. The expats. who moved to the islands as well as the locals are equally at fault. As an Educator for over 40 years I have offerred Free Education to those who will listen on my Island. I have been met by most with a deaf ear. If you want to learn the Real Truth about living in the Caribbean, Dog Island is a must read. Congrats to the writer!
Mustang Island by Lindley O’Vannigan East
I’m not sure if this book was more humor or romance, but reading “Mustang Island” was great fun. This book is short, so the book is a great length for taking on an airplane ride. In fact, that’s when I read “Mustang Island,” and I was laughing so hard at one point that I think the flight attendants thought something was wrong with me. “Mustang Island” is definitely worth reading.
Margarita Island’s Complete Travel Guide by Marsha Fernandez
“… Topless, Nude sunbathing….. Isla de Margarita is frequented by European visitors, so …”
It usually takes until the last few days of your vacation to understand and feel comfortable at your vacation locale. This book helped us understand the in’s and out’s of Margarita Island and all its minute quirks before we even got there. We were able to start our vacation with a running start and captilize on every minute because of all the tips we picked up from the book.














Cheerleader
Sunday, September 7th, 2008The Cheerleader by Ruth Doan MacDougall
I first read The Cheerleader in high school in the 70′s and recently re-read both it and the sequel, Snowy, which I was able to find at my local library. (Note: if you loved The Cheerleader, run- don’t walk- to find a copy of Snowy because it was the best sequel anyone could have hoped for. It was a wonderful and poignant continuance of the story of the characters we grew to know and love in The Cheerleader.) I think Ruth Doan MacDougall’s writing style is heart-warming and absolutely true to real human nature and emotion. I feel like I personally know her characters and see so much of myself at times in Snowy. Her writing just grabbed ahold of me and roped me in- my favorite time of the day would be when I could join Snowy and the gang in Gunthwaite, and then as Snowy grew older in the sequel, I ached for her in times of difficulty and sadness and rejoiced for her in times of success and happiness. I give this author my highest praise and want to say that The Cheerleader and Snowy have touched my heart in a way very few books have ever done.
Accidental Cheerleader by Mimi McCoy
Sophie and her best friend,Kylie,are the perfect team.
Kylie has a wild side while Sophie is thoughtful and shy.
Together, the two of them can do anything.
But when Kylie signs them both up for cheerleading tryouts, it’s Sophie who lands in the spotlight, and Kylie ends up on the sidelines.
Soon, Sophie feels torn between her best friend and her fellow cheerleaders.
Can Sophie and Kylie rediscover how to root for each other…before the clock runs out on their friendship?
A Non-Blonde Cheerleader in Love by Kieran Scott
an excellent conclusion to the non blonde cheerleader series, but hard to believe? male cheerleaders? sorry, but this skeptic cheerleader doesn’t believe that would work out so well. Also, the cover is not good. the girl featured looks nothing like a cheerleader, just a brunette model stuffed into the uniform and told to pose. the boy, presumably daniel healy, is also not what i’m sure fans of the series picture him as.
My Mother the Cheerleader by Robert Sharenow
This book takes place in New Orleans in the 1950s. At this time, the civil rights movement was taking place. Louise, a 14 year old girl from a poor white family, is finally getting a grasp on what is going on and her perspective of the whole controversy.
In Louise’s school district, for the first time, a little girl of African descent by the name of Ruby Bridges was attending an all-white school. Every morning, Ruby Bridges walked up the steps into the school surrounded by bodyguards. A group of women, who opposed the integration of schools, harassed the little girl every morning. This group was called the Cheerleaders and Louise’s mom was one of them. Louise’s mom, Pauline, has never been kind and has never cared for Louise. She pulled Louise out of school, due to this integration policy. As a result, Louise had to work in the family-ran business, a little inn called Rooms on Desire. A constant visitor was Pauline’s drunken boyfriend who would constantly abuse Pauline. This man was a member of the Ku Klux Klan. One day a man from New York came down to New Orleans to visit his brother. Louise felt that this man was the one person that would actually listen to her. This man also brought trouble into the town by having a hidden identity that many people disapprove of. With all this new action in the town, Louise finally has her own perspective and her own wholesome morals.
The author’s writing was so realistic and made this book very deep. The character development of everyone was strong and realistic throughout this book. Although this book was sad, it seemed really believable. It was almost like it was a true story being told through the eyes of a fourteen year old girl.
There are two main ideas that lead to a plot; a person goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town. This story contained both of these ideas. Louise went on a journey mentally. She learned right from wrong by observing the New Yorker’s opinion. The stranger traveled all the way to New Orleans, the city of his childhood, from New York to see his brother. He happened to stay longer than he needed to which gave him the opportunity to witness the changes in New Orleans from the time he lived there. The plot was like no other book I’ve ever read, and of all the characters, the most intelligent one was Louise.
I recommend this book for people who are interested in history, and how things became the way they are now. The combination of the plot and the realistic touch on the writing made it one of the best books I’ve ever read.
Sports Illustrated: Hate Mail from Cheerleaders and Other Adventures from the Life of Reilly by Rick Reilly and Lance Armstrong
I’m not a sports fan of any kind and female but, when I picked this book up at my Barnes and Noble store for a quick peruse , I was hooked and had many laughs as well as enjoying the poignant human interest stories . Then like the smart shopper that I think I am, I came home bought it from Amazon along with one other book and saved not just the money for both books but, got free S/H as well. KUDOS Amazon . .
to those like myself who do not care about sports one way or the other ….never fear , you’ll get your moneys worth …and just think , if you’re careful when handling this offering …you can re-gift it to some guy . ….lol .
I Was a Non-Blonde Cheerleader by Kieran Scott
Annisa Gobrowski has no problem making friends. When her father moves her from New Jersey to Florida, she figures she’ll fit in quickly. Then she looks around. Every other student and faculty member (boys and girls) is blonde! Then she meets Bethany, the only other brunette at Sand Dune High. Bethany is eager to be Annisa’s friend. She is very anti-blonde, anti-school spirit, and anti-cheerleader. Too bad Annisa is a cheerleader! After her great first day, during which she manages to break the cheerleading captain’s nose and get blamed for two other girls getting kicked off the squad. Annisa perserveres though, and gets on the squad. Everyone hates her, though. When Annisa comes up with the idea to start a prank war against their rival school, she starts to fit in. Can Annisa get past everyone’s dislike for her, killer practices, her crazy brother and teamates, to get the guy of her dreams (who is going out with her worst enemy)and make some real friends?
Cheerleader!: An American Icon by Natalie Guice Adams and Pamela Bettis
As a former H.S. cheerleader (WAY back in the mid to late 60′s), I really enjoyed this book. It’s interesting to see how cheerleading developed after I left H.S. After the girls were able to participate in “real” sports after Title IX, cheerleading had to change. I’m amazed at what those girls do now. We jumped around a little, did a pyramid, yelled, swung pom poms around, but these girls today ARE real athletes. They are dancers and gymnasts – there is no way I could have made cheerleading in this day and age! LOL
It’s a fun book to read, and it brings back a lot of memories, and also makes me think about what cheerleading meant to me, and how I’ve used it since. They talk about “radical cheerleading”, which is so interesting to me, because when I left H.S., I marched in the streets against the Vietnam War. Unbeknownst to me, I was still a cheerleader!
I love this book, and highly recommend it.
A Descent Into Hell: The True Story of an Altar Boy, a Cheerleader, and a Twisted Texas Murder by Kathryn Casey
Kathryn Casey tells a tragic story of drugs, obsession, murder, and dismemberment. As are all of Casey’s books, DESCENT is impeccably researched and no stone is left unturned with regard to the individual histories of the offender and the victim. On the surface, the murder appears senseless… until you enter the dark world of Colton Pitonyak. A brilliant student turned drunken punk, turned drug dealing thug, Pitoniak not only sold drugs, he used street drugs daily and popped prescription pills like candy.
Jennifer Cave was a bright, caring young woman but she too destroyed a promising future with drugs. Addicted and unable to right the course of her future, Jennifer paid for her mistakes with her life. Sadly, if not for her use of meth, Jennifer never would never have met Pitonyak.
Some argue that Jennifer and Pitoniyk were good friends. Perhaps. But Jennifer also admitted, “The relationship was all about drugs.” In addition, Jennifer recognized that Pitonyak was a dangerous individual whom she could not and should not trust. After being threatened with a knife, Jennifer told many that she would never spend time with Pitonyak alone again. However, her resolve was short lived. (As the time of Jennifer’s death grows near, Casey employs a masterful use of suspense and with a sense of growing dread, I felt compelled to continue reading toward the tragic conclusion of this story.)
In a impusive drug fueled rage, Pitonyak killed Jennifer. However, it is the rest of the story that is truly compelling. Enter Laura Hall. Hall was obsessed with Pitonyak and admired his bravado, his criminal history, and his carefully constructed drug dealer image. Hall loaned Pitonyak money throughtout the course of the relationship and did him favors. In return, Pitonyak used Hall. Often derisive toward Hall, Pitonyak borrowed money, sent Hall on personal errands for him, and banged her when he felt like it. He also requested her help following Jennifer’s murder.
Forensic evidence would suggest Hall assisted Pitonyak in attempting to dismember Jennifer’s body. Given the post-murder bragging Hall did, one could reasonably assume the plan to dismember the body was hers. At a minimum, she participated. There is less historical information about the person Hall was before this horrific crime, but the existing information suggests she was quite mentally and emotionally unstable if not obsessive, somewhat delusional, and tending toward the antisocial.
On a particularly painful note, Jennifer’s mother, Sharon Cave, lamented frequently that Jennifer was murdered just as she was “…beginning to turn her life around.” Maybe. But Jennifer’s history was unstable and she eventually found herself a college dropout, unemployed, and homeless if not for the generosity of friends. Similarly, while Jennifer had spoken of recovery from her addiction, autopsy analysis revealed drugs in her system. She may have lessened her use of drugs, she may have wanted to stop, but she had not stopped. Haunted by a poor self-image and living with the consequences of drug abuse and addiction, every decision Jennifer made led her one step closer to death. This is not to say she is responsible for her own death. Only Pitoniak is to blame. But it was horrifying to read about a bright, attractive young woman who spiraled into the black hole of addiction.
My only complaint about the book is the subtitle. Sure, Pitnonyak was an altar boy… FOUR YEARS prior to the murder. And Jennifer had not worn a cheerleading uniform in at least that long. The subtitle suggests the roles of altar boy and cheerleader are current ones. Hardly. This is the very kind of trashy hype that detracts from the True Crime genre as a whole. At best, it is unnecessary. At worst, it is misleading. For True Crime fans everywhere, ignore the subtitle and enjoy the read… and the ride. Kathryn Casey is one of the very best.
Confessions of a Rookie Cheerleader by Erika J. Kendrick
What happens when you mix a little drama, some romance, and a dash of high end fashion…the best girly book to read this summer! Erika Kendrick did a wonderful job of creating the perfect romance novel that any woman can relate to, both young and old. A breath of fresh air, Erika Kendrick is a star on the rise! Can’t wait to ready the next one. You Go Girl!!!
Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders 2008 Mini Wall Calendar by Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders
My husband and me liked this calendar because the girls are not naked but in their uniforms









Cheerleaders cartoon:









Young Cheerleaders:



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glamour Cheerleaders:

History of the Breast by Marilyn Yalom
Sunday, September 7th, 2008With a wonderful blend of serious history and modern humor where appropriate, the author presents a thought provoking run down on the history over 25 centuries and the photos of Annie Sprinkles Bosom Ballet on page 268 made the purchase worth every cent.
As the author wisely notes that Westerners assumptions about the breast is often wrong, and that Non western cultures have their own fetishes be it small feet in China, the nape of the neck in Japan, the buttocks in Africa and the Caribbean. That through out western history the breast has been viewed as good and bad, and by men mostly and religious men in particular.
The book is excellent in showing how the breast has been used to depict power and justice be it in war posters (Bosoms For The Nation) or the lady of justice with one breast exposed. To breasts used to sell products or alas slaves. (The commercialized Breast) How the whole idea that breasts were owned according to some by the husband, or were considered babies domain. That it wasn’t until the women’s movement that women demanded that what was on their bodies belonged to them to do with as they wished, be it nipple piercing, nudity, no bra etc. (The liberated Breast)
There are photos of mastectomy survivors and lord knows dozens of bare, exposed, all size breasts, which I assume the reader would expect in a serious book about the human breast.
It is a book I am so glad I bought. Also check out her excellent History Of The Wife book.













Yalom audiobooks
Sunday, September 7th, 2008The Yalom Reader: Selections From The Work Of A Master Therapist And Storyteller by Irvin D. Yalom
As a psychologist working in a college counseling center, I found this book to be a useful review of Yalom’s prior publications. The first part of the book draws from Yalom’s definitive text on group therapy, THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF GROUP PSYCHOTHERAPY. In this section, he addresses some of the most salient therapeutic factors to group treatment as well provides vital guidelines for therapists serving as group facilitators. He also describes group therapy with several different types of specialized groups: hospitalized patients, patients addicted to alcohol, the terminally ill, and the bereaved (although this last group was aimed at widows/widowers, I have been able to adapt some of the concepts to my work wtih college students). Part two centers on existential therapy, as Yalom provides excerpts from his previous text by that same name. He spends time examining each of the four ultimate concerns–death, freedom, isolation, and meaninglessness–and he focuses particularly on death and anxiety in psychotherapy. In the final section of the book, Yalom espouses on psychology and writing, and he reviews his journey from therapist to fiction writer. Yalom is a thoughtful and engaging writer who provides intelligent insights into some of the most critical areas of psychotherapy in this enjoyable and important book.
Theory and Practice of Group Psychotherapy, Fifth Edition by Irvin D. Yalom and Molyn Leszcz
Yalom’s techniques are timeless, as long as human nature and how it plays out in social interactions transcends time and place. Thus, decades after publication, this book of group therapy lives on, whereas others, more faddish, are either narrowly focused on sufferers of the “disease of the year”, or, in the case of “pragmatic”, short-term “manual-based” groups which insurance companies favor, assume that all one has to do is give the patient the right recipe and 8 weeks to practice it, and they’ll be cured of life-long ingrained pathological behaviors.
Anyone who thinks this book is “out of touch” or demonstrates a lack of empathy by Yalom, probably has a pet style of group therapy, and an axe to grind. Often, seemingly more empathic therapists, run groups in which everyone takes turns getting sympathy, distress is “validated”, whereas the patient’s contribution to it is ignored, and the premise is that sufferers are misunderstood victims of a neglected disease who are finally in the hands of someone who “gets it”. Usually therapists who lead such groups, don’t only wish to empathize, but are driven by a wish to feed their own vision of their specialness as the champions of the underdogs.
One of Yalom’s greatest contributions is the effectiveness with which he used the group approach to exactly show patients how they cause their own distress–by creating a group atmosphere in which members play out their poor social skills, and get the powerful impact of peer feedback on this. He did so in a way which demonstrated genuine empathy in action: by steering members to identify (and empathize) not only with each others’ misery, but with each others’ strengths. Sympathy without a kick in the [...], is patronizing, and implies inequality. Sympathy with a kick in the [...] (always best given by peers), is sympathy with belief in your power–this shows respect for all of you, your strengths and your miseries. THIS is empathy. THIS is what empowers group members to overcome their problems. And this truth, will never go out of date.
Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Terror of Death by Irvin D. Yalom
I am a layperson interested in how our society confronts their fear of death, how people react and adjust to their dying friends and relatives, and how after the passing of loved ones, people are affected. In this last year I have had numerous life experiences that qualified as `awakening’ experiences and I was curious to read about this topic of death and how we react to it, including fear and terror of death.
I feel that our American culture is lacking information and support about how people are to react to the dying. Little is written of what life is like for a frail, elderly person, our society is ignorant about the dying process. Not much is said about how the healthy people can and should act or help those who are dying and how to handle mourning. I have seen all different reactions amongst family and friends regarding how they react and live around the dying and how they act and think after the loved one does pass on.
Dr. Yalom, a psychiatrist, has written a book about overcoming the terror of death. I’m not afraid of death itself. I read the book because I hoped it would be of some benefit or use to me. Some of it was useful and some of it was not. How his book affects the reader will vary depending on the uniqueness of each person and probably also will depend on their religious beliefs or lack thereof and how they jive with what Dr. Yalom’s belief system.
Using the philosophies of famous philosophers and their ideas of creation and what happens to our body and soul after death, Yalom has constructed a way that he thinks is right and best for us to think about our eventual death and how we react to the death of loved ones. He provides us with a foundation of having a certain idea about how we should go about living while we are alive and well. One glitch is that in order to accept and use these ideas we have to agree on some foundational beliefs which Yalom explains in the book.
Mixed in with all of this are discussions of how today’s therapists usually counsel their patients versus his method, which combines an existential philosophy. We learn of how Sigmund Freud’s teachings have shaped and influenced today’s therapists. Dr. Yalom feels that many of the problems in people’s lives are actually based in having a fear of death; some people know that and others don’t realize that a death terror is the basis of problems in their lives.
Dr. Yalom wrote this book in language that a layperson can understand in the hopes that laypeople will read it as a self-help book and that they can use his ideas to go about living a better life and to rid themselves of some or all of their fear of death.
Dr. Yalom wishes more therapists and doctors would be more aware of the existence of death terror and he hopes they will read this book also. There is one chapter addressed specifically to therapists about how they might include these ideas in their practice. That chapter includes detailed information about how dreams can be the way a person’s mind expresses death terror. He feels that therapists can use dream interpretation in their practice as a clue to revealing a hidden death terror, then they can begin work on addressing their death terror to solve the root cause of the patient’s problem which then resolves the more obvious day to day problems happening in their lives, which are probably the reason the person came to therapy in the first place. I loved the idea of solving the root of the problem.
I didn’t expect this book to include so many references to the ideas of famous philosophers. I found it very interesting to the point where I would like more information and I plan to follow-up by reading some of the writings of these philosophers. (Previously I was not only afraid to read what philosophers said as I thought they may be too complex or not-understandable, but didn’t know why I should bother.) I appreciated the encouragement to read the original writings of Schopenhauer, in fact, one thing that disappointed me was that Dr. Yalom didn’t explore in more detail (such as an devoting an entire chapter to) Schopenhauer’s triplet of essays. Much was written about Nietzsche and I am intrigued and plan to read his original writings also.
A problem that some readers will have with the advice in the book will be if a reader’s spiritual and religious beliefs are different, then the basic model of how to use the advice in the book will not apply 100%. Some readers, if they knew these things in advance, would never buy or read the book, especially those who seek to avoid the secular humanist view.
To be specific, Yalom makes it clear that he has never believed in a God, ever. Raised in a home where his parents practiced Judaism, he says he never believed in any kind of God, even in his childhood. He lays out a way of thinking that to me is in line only with secular humanism. His belief system includes the idea that we come from nothing, are born with a soul and a physical body and when we die, both our soul and body dies completely and we return to a black hole of nothingness, permanently. The idea is that if we feel nothing after death and are completely gone and dead then we should not fear that death, nor will we even be able to feel regret for having not done everything we had hoped we do in our living days.
While he is not too insulting about people’s beliefs in other things he makes it clear on page 245 is that His “bete noir is bizarre belief: aura therapy, semi-defied gurus; hands-on healers; prophets; untested healing claims of various nutritionalists; aroma therapy, homeopathy, and zany ideas about such things as astral traveling, healing powers of crystals, religious miracles, angels, feng shui, channeling, remote viewing, meditational levitation, psychokinesis, poltergeists, past lives therapy and UFOs and extrerrestrials who inspired early civilizations, designed patterns in wheat fields, and built the Egyptian pyramids.” He continues, “Still I’ve always believed that I could put all prejudices aside and work with anyone regardless of his or her belief systems.” An issue is that some who believe in the aforementioned things, even Catholics who believe in miracles, may take such an affront to his outlook that they will close their minds to what Dr. Yalom has to say or they may choose to not read a single word of the book.
My feeling is that while some of Yalom’s ideas can be worked into belief systems such as the various types of Christianity, not all of them will completely jive, especially the idea that there is no Heaven and that the soul dies after birth. Other religions are also incompatible, anything that encompasses reincarnation or the idea that the soul continues to live on after the body perishes, such as the religions of Buddhism or Hinduism
This book will be the best fit as a self-help book for agnostics or Atheists. It may also be accepted easily by those who have not developed any spiritual beliefs yet who would not have any conflicts (and in fact, if while reading this book if they liked what it said they would be accepting a secular humanist belief without possibly even realizing it).
One last thing I’ll share about what I learned is that I am surprised to learn that modern therapists including psychiatrists (medical doctors) are, according to Dr. Yalom, in denial about the reality that in their daily life people are affected by a fear of death or have been affected by experiencing the death of people they care about. I don’t know a lot about the field of psychotherapy (I’ve never been in counseling or been through psychotherapy) but after reading this book, the field has lost some credibility with me. Basing so many theories on Freud and his denial of the reality of people being affected by death is scary.
I also hadn’t realized that the professional care and medical treatment given by psychiatrists would overlap into religious realms. I have a new concern that medical insurance companies are paying for treatments and therapies of what really is counseling that overlaps with religion especially if the therapists are pushing an Atheist worldview on their patients. I now can see why religious people would avoid these types of counselors and seek instead, counseling and advice from their pastors, preachers and priests.
I found the book interesting and food for thought. I am glad I read it as it addresses topics that I feel are not written about much today. Additionally, the book had me thinking and pondering and any book that covers seldom written about topics and makes me think automatically earns 4 stars from me.
The Gift of Therapy: An Open Letter to a New Generation of Therapists and Their Patients by Irvin Yalom
If all of my psychotherapy patients read this book at the start of therapy, I think that treatment would progress faster and go deeper. This is a perfect book for therapists to give to their patients, friends, and families, to promote understanding of just what goes on in the consulting room. One caveat (which Irv acknowledges himself): this book is about patients who are very high functioning. Serious mental illness, suicide, etc. are mentioned only in passing. Young clinicians who unthinkingly apply Dr. Yalom’s advice not to use psychiatric diagnoses could find themselves in a lot of trouble when working with a less fortunate patient population.
Love’s Executioner: & Other Tales of Psychotherapy (Perennial Classics) by Irvin D. Yalom
It seems that there’s more than a bit of transferance occuring with some of the reviewers here. Of course, everyone is entitled to their opinions but some of the reviewers here seem to have either missed the point of Dr. Yalom’s stories or are simply incapable of seeing past their entrenched prejudices and preconceptions.
Some readers are apparently unable to come to grips with one of the central theses of Yalom’s book, which is that the therapist is just as human and prone to error and prejudice as his patients. If anything, Yalom is almost embarrassingly honest about his often extremely negative reactions to many of his patients. He doesn’t candy-coat any of it. In this book we get Irvin Yalom, M.D., warts and all, just as he promises in his introduction.
The critics who cannot accept a “human” doctor are symptomatic of the greater societal damand that medical professionals should be (no, MUST be) above all emotion save those of the most magnanimous and saintly variety. We expect doctors to be godlike, above pettiness and messy “unseemly” thoughts and feelings. Bah. Hogwash.
Dr. Yalom’s triumph here is the explosion of such myths. He is not St. Yalom, ministering from his pedestal of medical and moral perfection. He is Irvin Yalom the Man, as prone to judgment as any of us. His unflinching self-criticism and honesty — with his patients, himself, and his readers — is what makes this such a remarkable book and Yalom such a remarkable therapist.
If you’re the sort who feels a psychic need to see doctors as superhuman this book will prove very disturbing to you. Those realistic enough to know this is ridiculous fantasy will be enlightening, entertained, and touched.
When Nietzsche Wept by Irvin D. Yalom
Breuer and Nietzsche never met, but Dr. Yalom considers the intriguing possibilities in this novel of psychological and philosophical ideas. Dr. Yalom is a professor of phsychiatry at Stanford and a proponent of “existential psychotherapy,” so he is able to create drama derived almost entirely from the emotional portraits of the characters rather than the actions and struggles of the characters in the external world. Yalom’s achievement is to make the reader care about Breuer and Nietzsche as they struggle to confront (or avoid) their greatest fears and weaknesses. The reader is drawn into intimate conversation with the brilliant but unloveable Nietzsche and the gifted but ungrateful Breuer. The necessary whining is balanced by just enough action and intellectual history to propel the narrative forward. Along the way the genesis of psychotherapy and existentialism is consisely explained using dialogue from Breuer, Freud and Nietzsche as well as quotations from their actual works. But this book not about theory. The sorrow of these great men is transformed into inspiration for the reader as they struggle to embrace the wisdom of amor fati, to love one’s fate. We are reminded of our own need to accept complete responsibility for our choices and to boldly face life’s challenges. One need not embrace an existentialist worldview to find inspiration in such advice. Neither does the Professor preach philosophy in his drama. Rather, the reader is invited to achieve a synthesis of his own after observing the strivings of the characters. Vienna was an intellectual microcosm of Europe in the late 19th Century, so the city bcomes a character in the story, with various characters, some historical, some fictional, acting as the sounding board for Breuer’s and Nietzsche’s nascent philosophies. This is not a book for readers put off by lengthy dialogues, and it is short on dramatic action and romance. But for those who might enjoy urgent and intimate conversation with great minds on the verge of their greatest achievements, When Nietzsche Wept may be as therapeutic as an afternoon with close friends over cafe melange at the Cafe Landtmann.
Momma and the Meaning of Life: Tales of Psychotherapy by Irvin D. Yalom
Not so long ago a paper was presented at a large psychological conference in America intriguingly entitled “Professors’ office door decorations: what do they tell?” One wonders at the cryptic meanings to be read from the various brass, plastic, glass and wooden runes on professorial doors scattered across the land. Beyond door decorations, and into the seemingly mysterious world of human relations behind the therapy door, we are fortunate to have the doubly gifted storyteller and psychotherapist Irvin Yalom to let us in. His new book `Momma and the Meaning of Life’ is a second collection of therapy tales which, I am glad to say, carry the same spellbinding quality, grasp and erudition as his first collection contained in `Love’s Executioner’. For reader’s unfamiliar to Yalom the pleasure of his writing is his darned ability to pull out sparkling insights from the darkest of places. Add to that a genius for telling stories and you are a little closer to understanding why this man’s writing is so compelling. What is special about this book is that he reveals more about himself, through `Momma’, than any of his other books. His mother and a dream are the start of a trail that criss-crosses his life.
What about momma, what was she like? Yalom draws a picture of an ill tempered, overpowering and vain woman with whom he never remembers sharing `a warm moment’. But she’s not all-bad. Yalom shares a moment of them together, a moment when she enjoying her son’s books. Unable to read them because of a sight problem, she handles then tenderly and says, “Big books. Beautiful books”. The rational son, on the other hand, points out that it is what is ‘in’ the books that is important not how they feel. “Oyvin, don’t talk narishkeit – foolishness. Beautiful books!” This motherly sense and presence is a quality that returns in different shapes to all of the six tales in the book. The tales being: ‘Momma and the Meaning of Life’; ‘Travels with Paula’: ‘Southern Comfort’; ‘Seven Advanced Lessons in the Therapy of Grief’; ‘Double Exposure’; and ‘The Hungarian Cat Curse’. All the tales have elements, in varying degrees, of non-fiction. Some like ‘Southern Comfort’ (my favourite), a story concerning a remarkable black woman in inpatient psychotherapy, are pure non-fiction `flecked only with fiction to conceal the patients’ identity’. But, as the author also says, `not only does fiction have its own truth, but every story, no matter how “true,” is a lie because it omits so much.’
Yalom is both a storyteller and teacher. His `academic’ books succeed, having sold in thousands and having been translated in some twenty languages, because they impart knowledge through stories. These stories engage us regardless of whether or not we are health professionals because the only qualification we need are that we are human. His other books, not so `Big books,’ novels and collections of tales, like `Momma and the Meaning of Life’, find more readers (they cost appreciably less and look more approachable) but still contain the essence and gems of his existential psychotherapy. The words `existential psychotherapy’ I mention judiciously here at the end of my review because they would have undoubtedly switched you off, nor have I mentioned the word `death’ – a theme that runs through `Momma’. It just goes to show how Yalom has found not only the perfect medium but also a way to engage and switch so many people on to these ideas. Yalom is a modern day alchemist, transmuting life’s lead into gold.
The Schopenhauer Cure: A Novel (P.S.) by Irvin Yalom
Irvin Yalom has had a multi-faceted career as a practicing psychotherapist, as a leading writer of texts on group therapy, and as a novelist. Yalom also had a deeply-based interest in philosophy. His novel “The Schopenhauer Cure” attempts to integrate fundmental human concerns, the search for love, for meaning in life, and for a way to accept death, with a novelistic portrayal of group therapy. It does so through a portrayal of Schopenhauer, among other philosophers. The book does not entirely succeed — it is somewhat awkwardly written and the characterizations leave a good deal to be desired — but it is thought-provoking and absorbing.
The story is set in San Francisco. The main character of the book is a famous psychiatrist, Julius, who learns that he has a fatal cancer. He considers how to spend his remaining time of health and, out of the blue, contacts Philip, a patient he had treated many years earlier, apparently unsuccesfully, for compulsive sexual behavior. Philip has in the intervening years given up his former career as a chemist, earned a PhD in philosophy and seeks to become a counselor. Philip has cured his sexual addiction by a study of the Nineteenth Century philosopher of pessimism, Arthur Schopenhauer. Like his mentor, Schopenhauer, Philip is arrogant, aloof, and brilliant. He agrees to become a participant in a therapy group lead by Julius in exchange for Julius’s help in meeting the requirements for a counselling license.
We meet a variety of characters in Julius’s group: the blue collar worker Tony, (the most appealing character in the book, in my view) the beautiful Rebecca, a lawyer concerned with the fading of her appearance, the reserved pediatrician Stuart, the librarian Bonnie, unhappy with her plainness, the English professor Pam, who has had numerous relationships in and outside marriage, all of them unsatisfactory, and the unhappily married and alcoholic Gill. The group is intrigued by Philip as the newcomer, by his detachment and his anti-sociability. But the members of the group are fascinated by Philip’s insights and by his discussions of Scopenhauer’s philosophy as a means of approaching the difficulties which plague them and which drive them to therapy. Sexual and relationship issues play a dominant role for each of the participants in the group and for Julius himself.
Gradually, Philip comes to open up and to find a peace with himself, Julius learns to come to terms with his impending death, and the members of the group make varied degrees of progress with themselves.
The chapters dealing with Julius and the group alternate with chapters discussing Schopenhauer’s philosophy and life. Schopenhauer was an unattractive individual indeed but he has much to teach. The values of a life of the mind, together with its limitations are brought out well in the novel and compensate for some of the wordy therapy scenes and the insufficient development of some of the characters.
In addition to Schopenhauer, the book considers the works of other philosphers at key points and compares and contrasts them to Schopenhauer. Yalom shows a good ability to get at the heart of the teachings of these philosophers for purposes of his story. They include, particularly, Nietzsche, the stoic philosopher,Epictetus, and Aristotle. Thomas Mann’s Schopenhauer-influenced novel “Buddenbrooks” also plays a substantial role in the discussion. As might be expected in a book dealing with Schopenhauer, there is a great deal of discussion of Buddhism and the growth of interest in the United States in the Buddha. In fact Pam, one of the major characters, spends ten days in India at a retreat given by the famous teacher Goenka, and subsequently joins a Buddhist church.
I found the religious and philosphical themes of this book helpful in a book meditating on death and on human sexuality. Julius, born Jewish, is an atheist and a skeptic. The other participants in the groups are, likewise, either secular in their religious orientation or tinged with an attraction to Buddhism. This combination of American secularism and Buddhism I have found appealing in recent years, and I felt validated, in a sense, by seeing this particular way of viewing oneself in the book. But I found myself curious, at several points, about what practicing Jews or Christians would say about this book and how they might respond to the dismissive attitude of the author and the protagonists of the story towards their theism.
This book works better as a study of philosophy and of the value of reflection than it does as a novel or as a portrayal of character. But I found it worthwhile.
Inpatient Group Psychotherapy by Irvin D. Yalom
Every time I pick up a Yalom book I ask myself why I have waited so long to read another one. His books are a pleasure to read and speak to people on all levels of experience and expertise. The title of this book says it all and is the perfect book for someone who will be working in an inpatient setting. This is a must-read for all professionals working with this population and speaks to the challenges and frustrations of this environment.



Samurai Girl
Sunday, September 7th, 2008Samurai Girl: The Book of the Shadow by Carrie Asai and Renato Alarcao
This second book in the continuing series of Samurai Girl is as good as the first book. Here is the back of it first:
I am a new person-training to stay alive. The people I trusted, I now fear. The people I trust now, I am placing in danger.
I’m told a good samurai can make herself invisible. And I want to be invisible right now…to every person except one.
The Book of the Shadow continues to follow Heaven’s growth as a person. After another attack, she finally makes the decision to move out on her own. Finding a job for the first time(and then having to quit it right away), Heaven lives with her new found friend from the last book, Cheryl. More information about her adopted family, the Kogos, and the Yukemuras comes about. While still trying to figure out Heaven’s old life, her new one becomes even more complex. Now, Hiro and Karen are dating. Teddy’s attitude and actions towards Heaven are not only genuine, but are confusing Heaven even more.
I really enjoy this series so far and I am looking foward to the future books. It is not only a funny look at how people are, Samurai Girl teaches much about how Heaven finds herself when her life is turned upside down. I can really relate to this book in the sense that my life has also been very sheltered and pampered. Although not to Heaven’s extreme, Carrie Asai shows a part of the Asian society that many people must live. In each book, you can see the struggle one must go through. Even though this is an adventure book, the characters are very human. How greed, power, and loyal intertwines. That no one is really a superhero and everyone has flaws. Every character has their reason for how they live, and those reasons are not necesarily wrong. Just different. I can go on and on about the different analysis of each character and theme, but I’ll leave that up to the reader. It isn’t a book for everyone, but it is very entertaining. The deeper meanings in this book (as in every single book in existance, since we all know that books have those deep hidden meanings…er…sort of) are up to the individual readers to decided. I just like it. If only the publisher would hurry up.
The Book of the Pearl (Samurai Girl) by Carrie Asai and Renato Alarcao
This is the greatest so far of all 3 books.Things between Karen and Haven are getting worse by the minute.When Heaven finally gets a new job she turns into the new party girl Heaven.She makes new friends,enemies and decisions.Desicions might not be the best when you work at a club either are your friends.Ecspecially when all your friends are much happier without you.Poor Heaven though….Cheryl is still her friend but what is Hiro now…..and we all know what Karen is.
The Book of the Sword (Samurai Girl) by Carrie Asai and Annabelle Verhoye
Nineteen-year-old Heaven is famous throughout Japan — she was the miracle baby, sole survivor of a fiery plane crash when she was just six months old. When no one stepped forward to claim her, she was adopted by the wealthy Kogo family and since then has lived a sheltered, pampered life on their estate near Toyko. But now she is to married off to Teddy Yukemura, the son of her father’s business rival. Heaven desperately wants to avoid marrying Teddy, but fears she will have to go through. But her wedding is crashed by a mysterious ninja — and Heaven’s beloved brother dies to save her. She flees, and finds herself lost and alone in America. The only thing she can do is seek out her brother’s best friend — and persuade him to train her as a samurai so she can avenge her brother’s death and find out the truth about her father. This is the first book in a new teen adventure series that looks like it will be great. I highly recommend it to teenage girls who enjoy adventures with strong female characters.
The Book of the Wind (Samurai Girl) by Carrie Asai and Renato Alarcao
Heaven by a twist of fate escapes a house fire in this latest edition of this electric series. With a reluctant goodbye to Hiro she’s off to the dazzle of Las Vegas where she seeks an old friend. In Las Vegas one can be blown wayward on their path and Heaven says Hello to an old friend-Katie and a new bubbly friend-Mr. Alcohol which she had a wild, reckless and ultimately humiliating relationship with in Book 3 The book of the Pearl (remember the jelly fish scene?). The alcohol misuse aside this is a fun, fast paced book. We see a new side of Teddy which makes him a more multi dimensional character and something very sweet and wonderful happens at the end (quess cuz I’m not going to tell!:)
All in all a great book in the series. And if you look at the end of the book there is a preview of another book (from a wonderful series) Fearless.
The Book of the Heart (Samurai Girl) by Carrie Asai and Renato Alarcao
hmm. i thought this book was awsome. i was so happy that hero and heaven were togeather , but kinda. then that melissa girl had to shove her tounge down his throat. but hey, it was funny. well then i was soo happy that heavam and hero did *it* b/c he loved her and she really loved him even tho she didnt know at the time, he wanted to pretect her and he was never going to kill her. i think sara (her real mommy!)was right about it. he said he was going to do it b/c he wanted tp get her out of there. but any how, she just had mixxed fealings when she was pushing him away!!! all the lies around her i wouldnt be able to take eather, but i wouldve stayed with him, b/c she loved him befor she hered all his past. but she knew how he was so she shouldnt have thought diffrently about it. i was BALLING MY EYES OUT when the bad ppl killed hiro.. u no like :: NO HERO DONT DIE DONT DIE NOOO! mixed with a WHAT (…) WERE YOU THINKING, WERE YOU REALLY GONNA KILL HER!?!? but then i thought about it and he is too pure of heart for heavan to kill her. thats y he committed that suicide thing and let them kill him. he loved her, and thats all she shouldve belived. but im happy that heavan found her mom. by the way, am i the only one who sees that she *might* have a thing for teddy? i think she does!!!
soo when is the next book coming out? this one better not be the end book or i will die. it just stops at, so r u gettin in? that sux!
The Book of the Flame (Samurai Girl) by Carrie Asai and Renato Alarcao
The book of wind is the greaest book yet.I mean I love the
whole entire samuri girl book serious.Me and my friends love
it so much we’re going to make a little short movie of the first
book.
Samurai Girl by Julie
I bought this book recently. The images remind me of when I was in Japan before and captures the quirkiness, zeal for life, and craftiness of its people well. It’s hard to describe the images in the book except that each one will give you a wonderful new look on Japan and its fascination with manga and kitzchy images dubbed “too cute” and kiddie in the west. Though the themes depicted in this book go far beyond what I had expected modern Japanese art to be.
Samurai Girl: Real Bout High School, Book 5 by Reiji Saiga, Sora Inoue, and Ai Kennedy
Real Bout High School is one of my favorite series. Ryoko Mitsurugi, the samurai idol of Daimon High, is tall, beautiful, and kicks major a**. She reveres the samurai of the past and seeks to emulate them in the modern world. When the K-fights are introduced, she goes at it with her ‘enemy’ Shizuma Kusanagi and her rival Azumi Kiribiyashi. In her free time she practices with her bokken and dreams of dating the captain of the Kendo club, whom Azumi is also chasing.
This is an incredibly fun, action packed series and I can’t wait till the next book comes out!
Spirit of the Samurai: Of Swords and Rings (Spirit of the Samurai) by Gary Reed and Rick Hoberg
Kat and David Anderson have a pretty typical brother and sister relationship. Meaning they like to fight with each other. The difference between them and other siblings is that they’ve been trained to fight by their grandfather since they were little kids. Kat’s focus has always been on skill and agility. David is more about strength and force. They both like to win.
The only family Kat and David know is their Grandfather. He has taken care of them and raised them ever since they can remember. Kat isn’t sure how he supports them all without a job. He spends most of his time in his Dojo, or in the building next door to it. Kat and David aren’t allowed in the Dojo, but their Grandfather often takes them to the other building to train. Although he calls it teaching.
It’s a good thing that Kat’s had a lot of “teaching,” because she’s going to need all of it and more. When their family turns out to be legendary, and the legend comes to life, no one is quite prepared.
SPIRIT OF THE SAMURAI: OF SWORDS AND RINGS is a fun, action-packed adventure, and very vividly written. A story that gives a whole new meaning to family history and family reunions. And one that ends way too quickly! I’m ready to read the next one, now.
Peach Girl: Change of Heart, Book 5 by Miwa Ueda
Momo and Kiley have just prevented Sae from engaging in prostitution with an elder client. When she tries to sell Momo a skin whitening product afterwards the suspicions are raised as to what exactly Ryo has her doing for him. Toji discovers via the internet that Ryo is involved with a serious pyramid scheme and has basically enlisted Sae to make the money for him, no matter what she has to do.
Momo’s relationship has it’s stops and starts too… on the one hand she wants to allow him his space so that he can mourn the loss of his true love, Nurse Misao, but on the other hand she wants him to only desire her… even if she is still not quite ready to give into his sexual desires. When he asks her to work with him at a convenience store so that they can raise the money for their special trip she resigns herself to it, but halfheartedly.
Then things spice up again as Sae gets involved in a porno video that she is blissfully ignorant of, and the only reason Momo knows what it is because Kiley has seen the people involved in porno movies. They must stop her from making a terrible mistake, even if Sae has never been the nicest person to Momo.
I can’t stop reading this series. It’s wonderful, and just the right kind of drama without being overblown that really makes a manga series wonderful. Pick it up… but beware, this series causes dire addictions…you won’t be able to wait to find out what is happening next.
The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn (The Samurai Mysteries) by Dorothy Hoobler and Thomas Hoobler
Seikei is a fourteen year old son of a tea merchant who dreams of nothing more than living his life as a samurai. He writes poetry and admires the noble way of life, much to his father’s annoyance who thinks Seikei is wasting his time; since he was not born to a noble house he can never aspire to the noble life that is a samurai’s destiny. So, when a trip with his father lends him the chance to observe the samurai way of life Seikei jumps at the chance, although there is a catch. Seikei must help solve a case of robbery caused by the hands of a ghost. Let me explain further.
One night in an inn Seikei meets the daimyo Lord Hakuseki. While showing him his father’s tea Hakuseki reveals a large ruby that he intends to give to the shogun. Before Seikei retires he also encounters a young girl named Michiko who shares a ghost story with him. When Seikei retires thee is a sudden commotion and Seikei sees what he thinks is a jikininki (flesh eating ghost) carrying the gem. When the authorities come he tells them what he saw. His father thinks he is cracked but the senior investigator, Judge Ooka, not only thinks Seikei is onto something but asks him to join the investigation, especially when he helps discover the so called ghost’s escape chamber.
Suddenly Seikei is skirting all around Japan after an actor’s troupe, whom the judge suspects is involved, chasing a particular character named Tomomi. Tomomi may hold the key to solving the mystery, but when Seikei delves further he discovers that this actor is more than he seems. Meanwhile during all of this adventure and suspense Seikei learns the way of the warrior, the code of the samurai, and other things he was never exposed to thanks to his limited history of working at his father’s side. But can this determined young man find justice and do it without losing his life in this cut throat culture?
I was hoping this book would be more of a historical fiction as I adore books written on Japanese culture and life. It does go into explaining a lot of points about the Japanese way of life circa 1735. However, the overall feeling of the book, seeing as how it is a tame mystery novel aimed at children, is that it is a Nancy Drew novel set in Japan. This takes away from the story at times as it does seem a touch dumbed down for kids. (I never appreciate books for kid that feels as if they are pandering, you see.) But this book does have some good points to it, as I have said before. It is really good at explaining the samurai way of life to people who have presumably never been exposed to it before, and I think that children will be able to relate to the main character, Seikei, as it does seem that these books will have a huge coming of age element to them.
I probably will read the sequels at some point. The next one is about geishas being killed off, that is more my speed. Theft not so much. Of course this series is aimed for kids, so it’s not like they can go all out with the blood and gore. I don’t know quite what to expect. Still, it will be worth a read, as this one was.



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An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce
Sunday, September 7th, 2008Ambrose Bierce is as famous for the circumstances surrounding the end of his life as for his bitter fatalistic prose. Bierce was a journalist/author and a Civil War veteran. In 1913, after the breakup of his marriage and the death of his sons, he set out for Mexico to meet Pancho Villa and observe the Mexican Revolution at first hand. He wrote to a friend:
Goodbye, if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags, please know that I think it a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico–ah, that is euthanasia!
With that, he disappeared into Mexico and was never heard from again, fueling wild speculation about his fate (i.e., Carols Fuentes’ novel The Old Gringo). A fitting end for an author whose works combined a bleak view of life with elements of mystery.
Bierce’s Civil War stories are bleak little tales of death and destruction. There’s one here that nicely captures his cynical world view–most of us saw a film version of it in grade school–An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge. Peyton Farquhar is a Southern planter captured behind Union lines on a spy mission. As the story opens, he stands upon Owl Creek Bridge with a noose around his neck thinking of the wife and children he will never see again. But when the Union soldiers try to hang him, the noose slips and he swims off downstream. He flees across country until he finally reaches home and as he approaches his open armed wife…the rope snaps tight and we realize that he had imagined the whole episode on his way down. Here in one tidy package is the brutality of war, the futility of life and the bitter wit that characterizes his work.
He’s not for all tastes, and I’m not generally big on short stories, but I like him.



Source: Librivox MP3
Length: 22 min
Reader: Matthew Stewart-Fulton
Rating: 7/10
The reader: Matthew Stuart-Fulton has a deep voice that’s full of expression. He sets a great balance between the action and the contemplative tones of the story. The biggest fault of his reading is a tendency to breathe into the microphone, causing loud noises on some consonant sounds. If this bothers you a great deal, there are other perfectly decent versions of the same story at Librivox that can be found through a catalog search. I selected this version because I felt it was slightly better than the others, even with the minor annoyance of the breath noise.
Hot, Flat, and Crowded: Why We Need a Green Revolution–and How It Can Renew America Thomas L. Friedman
Sunday, September 7th, 2008Thomas L. Friedman’s phenomenal number-one bestseller The World Is Flat has helped millions of readers to see the world in a new way. In his brilliant, essential new book, Friedman takes a fresh and provocative look at two of the biggest challenges we face today: America’s surprising loss of focus and national purpose since 9/11; and the global environmental crisis, which is affecting everything from food to fuel to forests. In this groundbreaking account of where we stand now, he shows us how the solutions to these two big problems are linked–how we can restore the world and revive America at the same time.
Friedman explains how global warming, rapidly growing populations, and the astonishing expansion of the world’s middle class through globalization have produced a planet that is ‘hot, flat, and crowded.’ Already the earth is being affected in ways that threaten to make it dangerously unstable. In just a few years, it will be too late to fix things–unless the United States steps up now and takes the lead in a worldwide effort to replace our wasteful, inefficient energy practices with a strategy for clean energy, energy efficiency, and conservation that Friedman calls Code Green.
This is a great challenge, Friedman explains, but also a great opportunity, and one that America cannot afford to miss. Not only is American leadership the key to the healing of the earth; it is also our best strategy for the renewal of America.
In vivid, entertaining chapters, Friedman makes it clear that the green revolution we need is like no revolution the world has seen. It will be the biggest innovation project in American history; it will be hard, not easy; and it will change everything from what you put into your car to what you see on your electric bill. But the payoff for America will be more than just cleaner air. It will inspire Americans to something we haven’t seen in a long time–nation-building in America–by summoning the intelligence, creativity, boldness, and concern for the common good that are our nation’s greatest natural resources.
Hot, Flat, and Crowded is classic Thomas L. Friedman: fearless, incisive, forward-looking, and rich in surprising common sense about the challenge–and the promise–of the future.

The Biology of Belief: Unleashing the Power of Consciousness, Matter, & Miracles by Bruce H. Lipton
Sunday, September 7th, 2008This book is a fantastic primer on cell biology and what’s being discovered today about quantum physics and how it relates in a macro way to the cell. what was both daunting AND respectable about the book is the amount of technical education given on cell biology, chemistry, energy, etc. I found myself skimming over some, but I wanted to honor the mans’ work as much as possible, and I realized that I could say “no” to the dumbing down of society by slowing down and ingesting the information.
The book gives an entirely new slant to how our state of mind as well as subconscious programming gives rise to changes in cell and body chemistry. In fact, this is probably the most complete information I’ve seen on how the subconscious works in relation to the conscious, as well as the REASON that the first four years of a child’s life are the most important. Very sobering, a must read for anyone wishing to lead a more conscious life.

The War Within: A Secret White House History 2006-2008 by Bob Woodward
Sunday, September 7th, 2008The Shepherdess and the Sweep by Hans Christian Andersen
Sunday, September 7th, 2008This charming story by Hans Christian Andersen is about two ornaments who fall in love and decide to run away to the Big Wide World.
Have you ever seen a very old chest, black with age, and covered with outlandish carved ornaments and curling leaves? Well, in a certain parlor there was just such a chest, handed down from some great-grandmother. Carved all up and down it, ran tulips and roses, odd-looking flourishes, and from fanciful thickets little stags stuck out their antlered heads.
Right in the middle of the chest a whole man was carved. He would make you laugh to look at him grinning away, though one couldn’t call his grinning laughing. He had hind legs like a goat’s, a little horn on his forehead, and a long beard. All his children called him ‘General Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs.’ It was a difficult name to pronounce and not many people get to be called by it, but he must have been very important or why should anyone have taken trouble to carve him at all?
However, there he stood, forever eyeing a delightful little china shepherdess on the table top under the mirror. The little shepherdess wore golden shoes, and looped up her gown fetchingly with a red rose. Her hat was gold, and even her crook was gold. She was simply charming!
Close by her stood a little chimney-sweep, as black as coal, but made of porcelain too. He was as clean and tidy as anyone can be, because you see he was only an ornamental chimney-sweep. If the china-makers had wanted to, they could just as easily have turned him out as a prince, for he had a jaunty way of holding his ladder, and his cheeks were as pink as a girl’s. That was a mistake, don’t you think? He should have been dabbed with a pinch or two of soot.
He and the shepherdess stood quite close together. They had both been put on the table where they stood and, having been placed there, they had become engaged because they suited each other exactly. Both were young, both were made of the same porcelain, and neither could stand a shock.
Near them stood another figure, three times as big as they were. It was an old Chinaman who could nod his head. He too was made of porcelain, and he said he was the little shepherdess’s grandfather. But he couldn’t prove it. Nevertheless he claimed that this gave him authority over her, and when General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs asked for her hand in marriage, the old Chinaman had nodded consent.
‘There’s a husband for you!’ the old Chinaman told the shepherdess. ‘A husband who, I am inclined to believe, is made of mahogany. He can make you Mrs. General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs. He has the whole chest full of silver, and who knows what else he’s got hidden away in his secret drawers?’
‘But I don’t want to go and live in the dark chest,’ said the little shepherdess. ‘I have heard people say he’s got eleven china wives in there already.’
‘Then you will make twelve,’ said the Chinaman. ‘Tonight, as soon as the old chest commences to creak I’ll marry you off to him, as sure as I’m a Chinaman.’ Then he nodded off to sleep. The little shepherdess cried and looked at her true love, the porcelain chimney-sweep.
‘Please let’s run away into the big, wide world,’ she begged him, ‘for we can’t stay here.’
‘I’ll do just what you want me to,’ the little chimney-sweep told her. ‘Let’s run away right now. I feel sure I can support you by chimney-sweeping.’
‘I wish we were safely down off this table,’ she said. ‘I’ll never be happy until we are out in the big, wide world.’
He told her not to worry, and showed her how to drop her little feet over the table edge, and how to step from one gilded leaf to another down the carved leg of the table. He set up his ladder to help her, and down they came safely to the floor. But when they glanced at the old chest they saw a great commotion. All the carved stags were craning their necks, tossing their antlers, and turning their heads. General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and -Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs jumped high in the air, and shouted to the old Chinaman, ‘They’re running away! They’re running away!’
This frightened them so that they jumped quickly into a drawer of the window-seat. Here they found three or four decks of cards, not quite complete, and a little puppet theatre, which was set up as well as it was possible to do. A play was in progress, and all the diamond queens, heart queens, club queens, and spade queens sat in front row and fanned themselves with the tulips they held in their hands. Behind them the knaves lined up, showing that they had heads both at the top and at the bottom, as face cards do have. The play was all about two people, who were not allowed to marry, and it made the shepherdess cry because it was so like her own story.
‘I can’t bear to see any more,’ she said. ‘I must get out of this drawer at once.’ But when they got back to the floor and looked up at the table, they saw the old Chinaman was wide awake now. Not only his head, but his whole body rocked forward. The lower part of his body was one solid piece, you see.
‘The old Chainman’s coming!’ cried the little Shepherdess, who was so upset that she fell down on her porcelain knees.
‘I have an idea,’ said the chimney-sweeper. ‘We’ll hide in the pot-pourri vase in the corner. There we can rest upon rose petals and lavender, and when he finds us we can throw salt in his eyes.’
‘It’s no use,’ she said. ‘Besides, I know the pot-pourri vase was once the old Chainman’s sweetheart, and where there used to be love a little affection is sure to remain. No, there’s nothing for us to do but to run away into the big wide world.’
‘Are you really so brave that you’d go into the wide world with me?’ asked the chimney-sweep. ‘Have you thought about how big it is, and that we can never come back here?’
‘I have,’ she said.
The chimney-sweep looked her straight in the face and said, ‘My way lies up through the chimney. Are you really so brave that you’ll come with me into the stove, and crawl through the stovepipe? It will take us to the chimney. Once we get there, I’ll know what to do. We shall climb so high that they’ll never catch us, and at the very top there’s an opening into the big wide world.’
He led her to the stove door.
‘It looks very black in there,’ she said. But she let him lead her through the stove and through the stovepipe, where it was pitch-black night.
‘Now we’ve come to the chimney,’ he said. ‘And see! See how the bright star shines over our heads.’
A real star, high up in the heavens, shone down as if it wished to show them the way. They clambered and scuffled, for it was hard climbing and terribly steep-way, way up high! But he lifted her up, held her safe, and found the best places for her little porcelain feet. At last they reached the top of the chimney, where they sat down. For they were so tired, and no wonder!
Overhead was the starry sky, and spread before them were all the housetops in the town. They looked out on the big wide world. The poor shepherdess had never thought it would be like that. She flung her little head against the chimney-sweep, and sobbed so many tears that the gilt washed off her sash.
‘This is too much,’ she said. ‘I can’t bear it. The wide world is too big. Oh! If I only were back on my table under the mirror. I’ll never be happy until I stand there again, just as before. I followed you faithfully out into the world, and if you love me the least bit you’ll take me right home.’
The chimney-sweep tried to persuade her that it wasn’t sensible to go back. He talked to her about the old Chinaman, and of General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs, but she sobbed so hard and kissed her chimney-sweep so much that he had to do as she said, though he thought it was the wrong thing to do.
So back down the chimney they climbed with great difficulty, and they crawled through the wretched stovepipe into the dark stove. Here they listened behind the door, to find out what was happening in the room. Everything seemed quiet, so they opened the door and-oh, what a pity! There on the floor lay the Chinaman, in three pieces. When he had come running after them, he tumbled off the table and smashed. His whole back had come off in one piece, and his head had rolled into the corner. General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs was standing where he always stood, looking thoughtful.
‘Oh, dear,’ said the little shepherdess, ‘poor old grandfather is all broken up, and it’s entirely our fault. I shall never live through it.’ She wrung her delicate hands.
‘He can be patched,’ said the chimney-sweep. ‘He can be riveted. Don’t be so upset about him. A little glue for his back and a strong rivet in his neck, and he will be just as good as new, and just as disagreeable as he was before.’
‘Will he, really?’ she asked, as they climbed back to their old place on the table.
‘Here we are,’ said the chimney-sweep. ‘Back where we started from. We could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble.’
‘Now if only old grandfather were mended,’ said the little shepherdess. ‘Is mending terribly expensive?’
He was mended well enough. The family had his back glued together, and a strong rivet put through his neck. That made him as good as new, except that never again could he nod his head.
‘It seems to me that you have grown haughty since your fall, though I don’t see why you should be proud of it,’ General-Headquarters-Hindquarters-Gives-Orders-Front-and-Rear-Sergeant-Billygoat-Legs complained. ‘Am I to have her, or am I not?’
The chimney-sweep and the little shepherdess looked so pleadingly at the old Chinaman, for they were deathly afraid he would nod. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And neither did he care to tell anyone that, forever and a day, he’d have to wear a rivet in his neck.
So the little porcelain people remained together. They thanked goodness for the rivet in grandfather’s neck, and they kept on loving each other until the day they broke.

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