Showing posts with label Grad School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grad School. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Good Reads for Good Readers

Hello Readers!  Today I'll be highlighting some of the best books I've read in grad school so far.   First, we'll start with the contemporary novel, Native Son by one of the pioneers of African-American Literature, Richard Wright.  (Yes, this is also the name of the man who breaks Samantha's heart in Sex and the City.  So let's allow that to distract us for just a moment... mm-hmm....and then turn our attention back to this important writer.)



Native Son is set in volatile 1930's Chicago , and tells the story of Bigger Thomas, an African-American man who struggles desperately under the weight of poverty, untempered racial aggressions, and his own explosive and unpredictable anger -- and as a result, makes a mistake that changes the course of his life.  (Sounds like a downer, I know.)  But I'll make the following promises to you.

1.) The book is fair and even-handed, meaning, it's not a book that just says "White people were bad and black people suffered as a result." The conflict and the characters are rich and complex -- and at times, you won't even be able to tell where the writer himself stands on the issues that are posed.  He just tells the story like it is.  How refreshing!

2.) Native Son is accessible.  I wouldn't make a blanket recommendation on The Nan Stop if this book was high-brow or difficult to get through.  It's a literary gem that not only tells an important story of multi-ethnic violence in brisk and beautiful writing -- but it's also written in simple language and is a real page-turner. If you start it, you WILL read to the end.

3.) You can get it for cheap on Amazon.  :)  So there you go.  Let's make Native Son happen.

The next book is actually non-fiction, which I rarely recommend to people because sometimes it's hard for me to get through it.  And it's probably not a good idea to recommend a book if you fell asleep with it on the couch.... with a turkey sandwich in your hand. (I appreciate a good, creative story -- and some non-fiction can be a bit dry in my opinion.)   This book, instead, is another readable page-turner... this time, for history buffs.  Ends of Empire by Jodi Kim (who I met the other night in my Asian American Cultural Studies class and was super fashionable and cool!) discusses American's Cold War and how it impacted Asian-American culture, literature, and art.  I know, I know -- some of you are snoozing already -- mainly because I don't really know how to do this book justice.  So I'm going to give two interesting and eye-opening tidbits I learned myself!

First.  I learned about Operation Babylift, which sent over two-thousand children orphaned by the Vietnam war to the U.S. for adoption.  Sounds like a great humanitarian act on the part of Americans... but it turns out that it was actually a political strategy by President Ford to raise interest, sympathy and money for the war.  (Yes, this is now documented and proven.)  The most horrifying part?  Many of the children were not even orphans... and were forcibly removed from their homes, oftentimes from two LIVING and capable parents, to improve Operation Babylift's impact -- more children equals more media attention, and boom -- more money for the war.  

Secondly, I learned about the development of napalm -- the U.S.'s method of airborne terrorism which was introduced during the Korean War.  Initially, it was deployed in order to control the aggressive North Korean military, but basically, in an act of Imperial Muscle-Flexing, the U.S. ended up covering both North and South Korean in napalm -- killing over 3 million civilians.  THREE MILLION Korean civilians -- and driving the remaining citizens into underground caves in a terrifying and desperate attempt for survival.
Anyway.... Jodi Kim is super-smart and awesome, without being overly impassioned or emotional.  Once again, a writer who tries to be as fair and even-handed as possible... (See her author's siggy in my book above!)  If you're interested in Imperialism, its influence on Asian Art and artists, or just good old history.... you'll learn a lot.  

Finally.... I will showcase two books that I have not read, but that peaked my interest.  The first is "Rage Against the Meshugenah."  I have no idea what this book is about, but I saw it in the bargain bin at Borders.... and the title reminded me of Rookie Holcman's pet monkey... Meshugenah.  (If you don't remember, Rookie Holcman is the round-faced pooch of Dana Holcman.)  I made sure to alert both Dana and Rookie of its existence... just in case it's some kind of veiled plot against their monkey.

And finally, a cookbook that I discovered in my fiance's apartment..... A Man, A Can, A Plan.  It's smart, efficient, and no-nonsense.... just like my man.  And's the pages are made of heavy cardstock, much like a preschooler's first book.  So there is nothing intimidating about the presentation.  No fancy stuff, just good, sodium-filled cooking.
Enjoy your Wednesdays....
-NL

P.S.  Tomorrow I will announce the next Tinger's Corner Contest!!  So keep your eyes open!   This contest will involve a camera and some creativity.... and the winner will be selected BY VOTERS' RESPONSES!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Good Morning Wolverines! (And Spartans. And those of you resting in neutral territory.))

Please allow UofM's World Class Marching Band to set the mood for today's post! Click here: HAIL TO THE VICTORS! 

It's game day at The Big House!  UofM (undefeated) vs. MSU (undefeated).  I didn't get tickets to the game (although there was one reallym really expensive offer on the table,) because quite frankly, I fear that if Michigan loses, it will incite a crazed, testosterone-fueled riot on the streets of Ann Arbor... and if Michigan wins.... it will incite a crazed, testosterone-fueled riot on the streets of Ann Arbor.  (And remember, both men AND women produce testosterone, so this has the potential to become Wolverine Armageddon.)  We especially don't want a repeat of Michigan State's 1999 Basketball riot following a Final Four loss to Duke, which resulted in the conviction of 50 Michigan State students, most of whom were later expelled!  Zoinks!  So keep your chickens in the coop, Wolverines and Spartans!  And let's have a good clean game that will likely go down in Michigan Rivalry history!  Good luck to both teams!

Here are some of my readers showing their Michigan Pride!!  Cindy Irani (UofM Alum) and her hubby, red t-shirt wearing Cyrus, at The Big House.  (This photo was from the Northern Illinois Univ game, which is Cyrus's alma mater.  According to Cindy, Michigan won. Nice!!)  Also pictured is Cindy's sweet cousin Selena (Kalamazoo College Alum...WHOOP WHOOP!), and their friend Spencer, up front.  I call Spencer "Reverend King" because not only did he do a beautiful job officiating Cindy & Cyrus' wedding, but he gives off serene, wise, pastor-like vibes.  I'd take advice from the guy... and I barely know him. See, watch:
"Spencer, what stocks to do you think look promising in this volatile market?" (I don't know if Spencer knows anything about this stuff.)  Spencer's Picture responds, "Nania, I'd invest 10K in Kellogg's Corn Flakes.  They are making a comeback.")  And.... Done!

My next photo is of my dear friend Stefanie Spiegel and her husband Steven in the Galapagos Islands.  Because Stefanie doesn't do anything half-ass, she not only submitted a picture to The Nan Stop wearing a great Michigan hat, but in one photo, her husband Steven is actually trying to put the hat on a gigantic radioactive mutant turtle!!  That's Michigan pride if I've ever seen it!!
Look at the fire in this turtle's eyes!  I'm gonna call Steven right now to make sure he didn't lose a hand in this bold act of bravery! 
Next, is Dana Holcman... yes, she's gaining celeb status here at The Nan Stop.  (I mean, less famous than Tinger, but more famous than Gordon LaChance.) And yes, she is another Michigan Alum and huge football fan!  Here she is with Charlie Brown.  Warning: This photo may contain images of passion and romance that are not appropriate for children:

And finally, chiming in at 6'2'' inches tall and a super-high level of adorableness, my lifelong best friend and fiance, Aaron!!  Whoo!!

Oh my gosh. My computer just said I don't have the appropriate license to upload the picture I took of Aaron via Skype.  Damn technology!!  (Although Skype itself is pretty awesome.)  I will attend to this problem asap!!

And here is my own contribution:
First, my spirited new license plate!  Beep Beep!


And me in one of my Michigan Tees. Yes, I realize that "Michigan" is displayed in reverse.  But no, I did not figure this out myself.... I sent this photo to some friends, and Cindy replied, "Hahaha - awww, I love how your photo is a mirror-image - it makes it look like you're technologically-challenged, which is endearing but also completely erroneous." 
Heheh.  Oh well. 


GOOOOO BLUE!!!! 


-NL

Thursday, September 9, 2010

You are fancy-smart. I bet your brain is on a doily.

Good morning, readers!  Welcome to my first blog entry.  I'd like to dedicate this post to Cyrus Irani, my best friend's hubby & active long-term author of the blog "Notes from a Prudent Man," who not only suggested I start one of my own... but inspired me to do so with his own super-astute and funny writing.

I had my first class last night.  Asian-American Literary & Cultural Studies -- a graduate seminar in the American Studies Department, cross-listed as an English course because of its heavy literary content.  When I heard about the class, I jumped at it.  What better way to begin my graduate studies than with a course focused on the history, psychology, and analysis of Asian-American artists, including writers?  

Boy, oh, boy.  Evidently, I did not pay very close attention to the course number -- as this seminar is actually a Ph.D.-level course... filled with uber-smart doctoral students in the departments of Asian & American Studies, Art History, Women's Studies, & English Language and LIterature.  Zoinks!  We went around in a circle to introduce ourselves.  One by one, each student gave a brief introduction to their educational history and research interests. Truly, some of the most fascinating things I've ever heard!  I can already tell that my 11 classmates are going to be some of the brightest scholars and professors of my time.  Just to be clear, these students are eloquent & genuinely smart.  Not stuffy... and definitely not "I'm going to use big words to seem smart," smart.  I could tell this right off the bat. 

I wrapped up the introductions.  I was kind of feeling like an oddball as the only non-doctoral student, but I was so excited by all of their research, so I blurted out, "You guys are all so interesting!"  :)  Then I took my turn.

"Hi.  I'm Nania.  I'm a first-year MFA student in Creative Writing."   *Present toothy smile.*

Luckily for me, these students are not just smart, they are also very gracious.  People smiled back.  They seemed excited to have me there.  I continued. 

"I did my B.A. at Kalamazoo College in English & Creative Writing, then took a left-hand turn and completed my M.A. at GWU in Speech & Hearing Sciences.  I worked as a Speech Therapist in medical rehabilitation for 3 years, but really missed English & writing as a discipline.  That's why I'm here.  I chose to take this course because I'm interested in the contemporary multicultural conversation that takes place through creative writing.  I'm a fiction writer, and hope to learn about Asian artists & literature so that I can be a more informed "conversationalist," I guess.  I'm also interested in "trans-culturalism"... where people feel they are essentially caught in the middle of two different cultures -- and have experienced how alienating and difficult it is to live in the "in-between."  

I could tell my face was bright red, but I instantly felt better because everyone around the table was nodding and smiling.  My interests seemed really elementary compared to theirs, but I didn't feel badly about it.  And even though that basically summed up my contributions in our first three-hour discussion, I felt like an oddball for sure, but at least I felt welcome.  :) 

The professor, Sarita, has a very happy affect -- a really positive, laid-back, uber-smart scholar of American Studies, with privileges in the English Department.  She told us, "Don't get caught up in the grade.  You all have an A.  So there.  You all have an A, so now we can feel free to be openly stupid together."  

I think that's what I loved about this first class.  Everyone is really intelligent, but in a well-meaning, down-to-earth way. Sure, they are intimidating, but I don't think they mean to be.   I think they just want to learn.  And they want others to learn from them.  And I definitely did. I feel so lucky.  

When the discussion of our readings began, I could tell that I had read the texts in a really one-dimensional way.  -- This is what the author said.  This is what I think it might mean. --  These students were able to find and excavate ideas & analyses from the second, third, even fourth dimensions of the text.  People used words I did not understand.  At one point, I caught myself with my mouth hanging open:


I felt badly about this, as I usually find it very unappealing when others let their mouths fall ajar... and have commented on this openly.  Honestly, though... I think I was just trying to open up another portal to my brain.  I mean, there was SO much coming at me... and it definitely was not all making it "in."

After three hours, I reached maximum capacity.  My head started to hurt:


At one point, I think my brain was fizzing.  Luckily, class was over.  Sarita felt so badly about running a full three-hour class on our first day, she offered to take us to a seedy bar and buy us a drink.  Alcohol optional... but definitely an option.  I declined & apologized, as I had to zip out to try and catch the tail-end of a reading by one of my writing professors.  

I didn't make it to the reading.  But I think this was a good thing.  My brain had been through enough for one day. 

-NL