by Richard Subber | Mar 4, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Language
humanity surging…
Book review:
Winesburg, Ohio
by Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941)
Simon & Brown, 1919, 2012
208 pages
The reader of Winesburg, Ohio (1919) is tempted to think of Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology (1915), but the reader should resist the temptation.
There is very little of society in Spoon River, and so much of society in each of Anderson’s short stories. The humanity surges in these stories, and they touch so many memories of being with other people and making life happen.
At the end of each story—“Nobody knows,” “The untold lie,” and the list goes on—the reader wonders:
is there more?
is there more to know?
is there more truth?
It’s easy to put this book down, and it’s easier to pick it up again.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
Book review: The Proud Tower
…a lot more than a history book…
by Barbara Tuchman
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 14, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
the horses lost their jobs
It was red
What’s left are the last thin hunks
of that heroic red machine,
planted in the front field,
not going anywhere,
still pointed to its last destination.
This is a marvel of machine,
a completely rusted spectacle of progress,
form invites quick memories
of function…
It doesn’t tempt the kids,
there are no pedals to push,
the big seat is too high
and it’s too rough for bouncing,
and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel
with no horn,
the big rugged tractor tires
turned one last time
when the moon and the stars
and the sun were younger.
Once it was a noisy monster,
the farmer called the thing “Bab,”
it scared the horses who lost their jobs,
it scattered the goats and the hens,
the pigs went rooting
on the other side of the barn.
Old farmers remember their first ride
on their magic new machines
that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,
each tractor needed its own tool box,
half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,
and the farmers knew
how to keep them going,
and they knew the secret kick
that finished many repair jobs.
This rig’s driver never used
a couple of the rods
and a few of the knobby connectors,
and he never wondered
why he didn’t know
what they were for.
The spectral farmer in baggy overalls
who starts to fill the tank each night
always struggles with the cap,
and always decides to wait…
October 27, 2024
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer just went overboard a bit…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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 | Dec 10, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Joys of reading, Language, Reflections
give “…Pointed Firs” a try
Book review:
Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories
by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)
New York: Literary Classics of the United States, 1994
937 pages
Never heard of Sarah Orne Jewett? Give her prose a try.
Jewett’s characters are persuasively human—they are credible if not always completely likable. Her prose offers recurring truths about the human condition. It’s easy to feel good about her storytelling.
This Novels and Stories collection of course includes “The Country of the Pointed Firs,” Jewett’s first-rate short novel. You’ll also find “Deephaven,” the Dunnet Landing stories, and others.
“…Pointed Firs” is an 1896 novel that describes some of the people and places of coastal Maine, and tells their stories with comfortable familiarity, reflective insight, and respectful love.
Can an old fisherman’s consuming memories of his departed wife bring tears to your eyes?
Read the story and find out.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”
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by Richard Subber | Nov 23, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language, Power and inequality
men are not women…
Book review:
A Room of One’s Own
by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
San Diego, CA: A Harvest/HBJ Book, 1929, published 1957
118 pages
Virginia Woolf was no stranger to controversy, in her writing and in her life. In A Room of One’s Own, she wrote: “…when a subject is highly controversial…one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.” (p. 4)
She refers to “men who have no apparent qualification save that they are not women” (p. 27) and she quotes fellow writer Samuel Butler (1835-1902): “Wise men never say what they think of women.” (p. 29)
A so-called Modernist, she wrote: “Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of a man at twice its natural size.” (p. 35)
Even this short work is longer than it needs to be. Woolf’s prose just gushes with energy and insight and realistic gloom. One wonders whether a man has ever written such words.
Woolf claims that a writer needs “a room of one’s own.”
I think a writer can do very well indeed by making a space in which to write,
a space in the mind or somewhere in the house.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
The “dime novels” in the Civil War
Just think “blood-and-thunder”…
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 24, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Books Commentary, Joys of reading, Language
…a “man of letters”…
Book review:
Literary Life: A Second Memoir
by Larry McMurtry (1936-2021)
Simon & Schuster, 2009
McMurtry moves me to want more, read more…
It’s incredibly easy to read McMurtry—I’ve read Books: A Memoir, Walter Benjamin at the Dairy Queen, and now Literary Life. Time after time, it seems that he writes in an off-hand way; thoughts and scenes and chapters can end very abruptly. Yet, the work seems polished. The prose is spare, as Larry acknowledges.
I am titillated by his familiar references to so many authors and works. I would love to be a “man of letters,” as McMurtry claims to be. The draw for me is McMurtry’s immersion in books. I would be thrilled to own 200,000 books. Desperately thrilled.
I’m pretty sure that McMurtry’s passionate engagement with books and authors is a believable lifestyle. His many references to re-reading books is a believable commitment.
Since I retired nearly 20 years ago, I have, from time to time, envisioned taking the pledge to read the entire oeuvre of an author I like. Now I am moved to read McMurtry’s books. I plan to re-read Books and Literary Life to get clues about how to read them. I’ll consider reading his works in order by pub date, except for the Lonesome Dove and Berrybender tetralogies, of course.
I don’t think I’ll be disappointed.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 10, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
a chime in the dark
Another time
That single chime,
sometime in night,
there is no rhyme,
try as I might
I cannot conjure
a dancing wight
who sings that tune,
no song sublime,
no twist of rune
that I can write.
I let the chime expire,
I savor it entire,
perhaps Great Pan
may favor it
to puff his pipes,
and thrill the mime
in pagan rite,
in distant time.
May 8, 2024
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Book review: An Empire Divided
King George and his ministers
wanted the Caribbean sugar islands
more than they wanted the 13 colonies…
by Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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