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I’ve read a lot of books in the past few weeks, cause of the camping trip and because I didn’t have classes for three weeks or so there in August (which was nice!)

I finally got around to getting a library card at the Daly City Public Library and have since been raiding their shelves. It’s a pretty decent library- like most public libraries, it’s best not to go in with any specific expectations about a particular book. I picked these books out pretty much at random. I’ll give them ratings on a scale of 1-10

The Ruby in her Navel by Barry Unsworth: 7 out of 10. It’s set in the 12th century, which is a plus. The plot was fairly predictable, with the “intrigue” being not very intriguing. The main character was annoyingly callow, but of course he wises up in the end. Entertaining, but I wouldn’t go out of your way for it.

The Divine Economy of Salvation by Priscilla Uppal: 7 out of 10. Canadian convent-school girls do something horrible back in the 50’s or so and the main character, now an aging nun, is scarred for life. It’s an extended flashback kind of novel. There’s redemption in the end, in the form of an unexpected visitor to the aging nun’s convent.

Abundance by Sena Jeter Naslund: 8 out of 10. This novel about Marie Antoinette is written by the same author who wrote Ahab’s Wife, which book I have Jessica’s copy of and need to get back to her. Ahab’s Wife is great. This book isn’t quite as good, but I think Naslund paints Marie Antoinette’s character really well and the story is fascinating.

The Piano Tuner by Daniel Mason: 8 out of 10. Centers around a British piano tuner who travels to Burma at around the turn of the century on a mission to tune the piano of a mysterious quasi-Kurtz type of figure. He gets wrapped up in the beauties of the place in general and of one woman in particular, and at the same time becomes involved with quasi-Kurtz’s political maneuverings amongst the natives. It’s heavy on atmospheric description of Burmese jungle life; Mason really tries to hammer home the languor, timelessness, and humidity of the place, which stretches a 150 page novella out to 300 pages.

The Dissident by Nell Freudenberger: 8.5 out of 10. Cool culture-clash story about a Chinese artist who comes to the US under false pretenses and stays with a wealthy SoCal family, which, like any SoCal family, has problems of its own. Hijinx ensue. This is the first novel from an alarmingly young-looking Freudenberger. She’s pretty deft with characters, and her plot was tight and readable. I liked it.

Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks: 8.5 out of 10. One of them war, love, and redemption stories. The war parts were pretty graphic and a bit hard to take- Faulks really hits the “war is hell” message pretty hard. The novel was set primarily before and during WWI, focusing on the character of Stephen Wraysford. It’s told in episodes: we see Stephen in France in 1910, then meet up with him again in 1916, etc. Intertwined with this story is the supporting story of a woman Elizabeth in 70’s England who finds Stephen’s encrypted diaries and tries to unlock the mystery of his life. It’s good, but heavy, stuff.

Family Matters by Rohinton Mistry: 9 out of 10. I really liked A Fine Balance by the same author and so picked up this novel set in Mumbai about a semi-affluent Parsi family thrown into conflict when their aging father is injured and requires constant care. The situation is complicated by the father’s actions in the past. The dialog, which Mistry conveys faithfully in Indian vernacular, can seem a bit comical until you realize the underlying subtlety of the characters’ interactions. And, like in A Fine Balance, Mistry is brilliant at depicting the chaos and claustrophobia of Mumbai life.

Boring post, but necessary to properly document our activities. Why is writing about travel (at least when I do it) so unexciting, as compared to actually doing it?

Victor and I went up to Lassen NP and surrounding National Forest for a few days in mid August to do a bit of camping and see the sights. On our way up, we stopped at the Sacramento River National Wildlife Refuge to do a bit of birding. The refuge hadn’t done their water release yet (which is what makes all the nice wetlands that attract the shorebirds and waterfowl) so it was pretty quiet, but we did see some nice stuff including a pair of willow flycatchers at the viewing platform. There were also lots of ring-necked pheasant (not surprising since they’re introduced):

pheasant

We camped in Lassen National Forest, right outside the park, along Forest Road 17 if anyone’s interested. We were primitive camping rather than camping in a campground, so basically we just found a good spot in the forest and pulled the truck up. At our first campsite, we were eaten alive by mosquitoes, which we blamed on the fact that we were camped right near a pool of stagnant water. We moved to a new campsite the next night, which was much nicer. It was on the edge of a dried lake bed. It was a great spot for birds: each morning we’d wake up and there would be a bunch of hermit warblers (as well as Nashville, MacGillivray’s, Wilson’s, yellow-rumped, and orange-crowned warblers) foraging high up in the trees as they moved through on their journey south. Tons of bluebirds and chipping sparrows hung out in the middle of the lakebed, and we also saw a goshawk at the site. Here’s Victor looking at something in the middle of the lakebed:

Campsite

We went for a hike up to Heart Lake on one day - saw a black-throated gray warbler on the trail, which was a nice bird to see. This was in the National Forest so we were able to bring Arty; he’s not allowed on trails in the National Park. We were hoping to swim in the lake, but it was kind of narsty with algae and such, so we just looked at it. We went for a dip in a creek on the way down instead. It was freakin’ cold. Here’s Arty at the lake:

Heart Lake and Arty

We spent a day in the Lassen National Park. Lovely place, but as with most National Parks we didn’t really fully sample all of its pleasures because we had Arty with us and couldn’t go on any extended hikes in the park. We did leave Arty in the truck while we went on a short hike into Bumpass Hell, which I believe is what one might call a geothermal feature.

Bumpass Hell

It’s got all these vents and hot springs and boiling mudpots and all that kind of thing. Good times.

We left on a Tuesday morning and got back Friday night. We had been planning on staying an extra day or two but I was fighting a sinus infection so we decided it best to curtail the trip.

It’s been a while, I know. Sorry, Mom.

A few weeks back we went to a party at Hilary’s house for our friend Ramiro, who had been imprisoned in Oaxaca last year, basically for being in the wrong place at the wrong time at a teacher’s strike. Lots of you already know the details: if you don’t, check out this Amnesty International Action Alert. He’s free now, and with his wife and two kids. This summer they moved up to Eugene, Oregon, where Ram has been doing some bird work.

It was purely amazing to see Ram free, and healthy and happy, and with his incredible wife and two great kids. Again, a huge thank you to all of you who took the time to sign the petition, write letters, donate money and give good advice. Here’s some pictures that Kerry took- I stole them off his Flickr site. Go here to see the rest.

Joshua and Cami

Joshua and Cami, Ram and Ruth’s really cute kids.

Ruth and Joshi

Here’s Ruth helping Joshi to some pie.

Ram and Joshi

Ramiro and Joshua.

Ram and Kerry

Ramiro and Kerry. This is at the point in the evening when Ram had entered the “I love you, man. No, really, I love you, man!” stage.