by Richard Subber | Apr 24, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Reflections
it’s not the last obscenity…
Book review:
Aging: An Apprenticeship
Nan Narboe, ed.
Portland, OR: Red Notebook Press, 2018
286 pages
Narboe creates a handy and wide-ranging collection of reflections on the art, science, and humanity of the aging process. More than 50 authors tell it like they think it is, for folks nearing the increasingly ordinary age of 50, and for folks in their 50s, 60s, 70s , 80s, and 90s and beyond. If you’re not in one of those groups, you will be sooner than you think.
Of course, the explicit premise of most of the authors in Aging: An Apprenticeship is that life can be good (or not), aging happens to everyone, and dying is the end game.
Gloria Steinem’s contribution is on point, completely tolerable, and instructive. She says:
“After all, we are communal creatures who must mirror each other to know who we are. Every living thing ages and dies, yet humans seem to be the only species that thinks about aging and thinks about dying. Surely, we are meant to use this ability, especially in a country that suffers so much from concealing aging and dying as if they were the last obscenities.”
For Aging: An Apprenticeship, Narboe collects essays that range from whimsical to doggone serious. Each author offers a very personal argument that aging and dying are 100% natural.
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 22, 2025 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
the dusty baby seats…
Baby seats
I’m eating breakfast
in a room
half-filled with old folks,
they need four score of candles
on the birthday cake,
they remember old, old songs,
sometimes all the words,
they’ve lost the dearest ones
they married,
they blubber and laugh
when the grandkids come,
and they slowly eat their breakfast
with old friends,
and they never see
the dusty baby seats
that fill a tidy corner
and wait for the generation
that will happily use them.
September 19, 2024
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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by Richard Subber | Apr 20, 2025 | American history, Book reviews, Books, History, Revolutionary War
King George wanted to win the war…
the other guys, not so much…
Book review:
Iron Tears:
America’s Battle for Freedom,
Britain’s Quagmire: 1775:1783
Stanley Weintraub (1929-2019)
New York: Free Press, 2005
375 pages
For some time I have indulged my suspicion that the British never really tried very hard to win the Revolutionary War.
Stanley Weintraub’s Iron Tears isn’t the first book that has reinforced my understanding of this most iconic event in American history. If you’re interested, try Nick Bunker’s An Empire on the Edge or Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy’s An Empire Divided.
Weintraub offers a solidly researched and richly anecdotal account of the military details and the political wrangling that prolonged the war for several years until the British ministers and politicians finally admitted to themselves that they couldn’t win the war.
King George III was fatuously optimistic and persistently unrealistic—to the bitter end—about the prospects for winning a war that he desperately identified with his own persona and his royal stature.
Weintraub makes it irrefutably clear that at no time during the Revolutionary War did the British send enough men and ships to win in North America, that is, to put down the rebellion and re-establish full constitutional Parliamentary control of the 13 colonies. Hint: the British “sugar island” colonies in the Caribbean were more important, and the British never stopped looking over their shoulders at prospective and real war with France, Spain, and other countries.
On October 18, 1781, General Washington accepted the capitulation of the army of General Cornwallis at Yorktown. On November 25, an official dispatch with the bad news finally reached Lord North, the British prime minister, at Downing Street. It is reported that he exclaimed “Oh God! It is all over!”
Quite possibly he was overcome with grief and relief.
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Book review: A Cold Welcome
The culprit was global cooling,
500 years ago…
by Sam White
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 17, 2025 | Human Nature, Tidbits
by your own lights…
“My agent said,
‘You aren’t good enough for movies.’
I said,
‘You’re fired.’ ”
Sally Margaret Field (b1946)
Two-time Oscar-winning actress
OK, sure, Sally Field may not be at the very top of the your list of Wise Persons of Our Age.
On the other hand, she saw this deep truth: you see your best agent in the mirror.
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
Book review: Sketches by Boz
…the Miss Willises are a scream…
by Charles Dickens
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 15, 2025 | Books, Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
the boolies mimed…
ronday vue
It was time for a furling gat,
the mossty boys all wore a hat,
they rumbled when the clepsys chimed,
they crumbled when the boolies mimed,
and on their way they ratlinged fine
and mortled as they kept in line.
The mook they made was loud and blam,
the dancing was appoint, and skram,
chandilling as they jamped each step,
so trilling as they klamped each rep,
their ronday lasted all the night,
at morning they were flamp and skite.
October 22, 2024
I’m learning from my friend Mike…
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How does a poem end?
“Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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