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Thursday, August 01, 2019

Summer Reading: Harvest Home

A few weeks ago I purchased a lovely worn copy of one of a recent current grail title: Harvest Home by Thomas Tryon. Tryon’s second novel has appeared on numerous folk horror reading lists uncovered during my dive into the genre. Despite its presence on so many lists it was surprisingly difficult to find a copy to read. After discovering that the local public library system possessed three copies, all of which were out, I decided to go online for a copy. Turns out it was the correct choice as not only did I enjoy it, but I am confident others in my circle will too.

Told as an extended flashback from the first person perspective of the novel’s protagonist, Ned Constantine, the story's structure takes us from his family’s purchase of a home in the secluded village of Cornwall Coombe in Part One entitled “Agnes Fair” through the terrifying revelation as to what exactly “Harvest Home” means in the eponymously titled Part Five. Tryon deftly places breadcrumbs such as “Viewed in the light of what occurred later, it was a fool’s Paradise” (152) and “I never got to Hartford… for it was the fateful night that saw my fall from favor” (278) to let the reader that, despite what is to occur, Ned has survived. Of course, surviving does not necessarily mean unchanged.

The aspect of the story that works best for me is Ned’s building paranoia regarding the shifting allegiance of his wife, Beth. Their relationship is further complicated when it becomes clear that she, and his daughter, are being slowly manipulated by the town’s leader, the elderly (and initially very kind and supportive of Ned), Widow Fortune. As the Widow insinuates herself into the Constantine family’s lives, Ned (and we) recognize that all is not what it appears. Equally frustrating is the pig-headedness of Ned’s decision making that ultimately result in the grim finale which begins when he feels a “shiver, like a strange paralysis, creeping up [his] body.” (386) In the end, Ned’s paranoia about having his loved ones turned against him by larger (small town) social pressures is well executed by the author.

This is, of course, a folk horror novel, and Tryon does a very credible job building this world of corn cob totems (160) and Eleusian Mysteries. The author uses a neighbor character, Robert Dodd, a former college professor who is now blind and housebound, as the primary vehicle for delivering the eerie exposition regarding the community’s rituals and pagan belief. Goddesses, fertility, psychedelic mushrooms and “corn stalk cosplay” all play a role in fully developing the system of beliefs that drive the community forward into the future by staying set firmly in its past.

When released in 1973, Harvest Home was the successful follow-up to Tryon’s debut novel The Other (1971). Quickly adapted into a popular television min-series starring Bette Davis, it demonstrated itself to have some cultural resonance too. Harvest Home, like most successful that maintains its appeal, subverts a number of horror conventions a trick made slightly more difficult to in a contemporary context due to its impact on books and movies that followed. Though some of the narrative twists and turns were expected, if you have seen The Wicker Man (1973) or Midsommar (2018) you’ll see them coming too, the sense of dread Tyron builds was surprisingly not ameliorated. The fact that my own prior reading provided clues to later reveals, speaks to the gripping nature of Tryon’s storytelling.

Everyone has experienced the disappointment and regret that comes with looking very forward to getting something that fails to live up to expectations (come to think of it that could be a theme for this book!). I am happy to share that this is not the case with Thomas Tryon’s Harvest Home, a 400 page book I breezed through in three days despite frequent stops to jot down notes and savor the storytelling. Highly recommended!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Embrassez votre été invincible!

Outside my front door in beautiful Upstate New York on January 21, 2014,
on a welcome sunny winter day.
It's once again that time of year where the perception on the part of most is that the winter season has dragged on too long, been too cold and generally too much; the key word in that statement being, of course, "perception."

Though we in upstate New York are nowhere near the empirical "depths of winter," (despite the occasional nor'easter tail end of frigid air) it certainly feels as though that is the case: the ongoing lack of consistent bright daylight, fluctuating temperatures, and a general malaise have many of us feeling a little wintry. Some personal events of the past few weeks, have put yours truly a bit of a funk. But, even in the early-morning/late-evening darkness (some real, but the most dangerously self-imposed), it is important to remember that we, you and I, all hold within us the potential warmth of the invincible summer.

In times like these, I try to focus my mental energies on quotes or mantras that were previously useful in adjusting my mindset to better assist me in barreling through the challenging winter months. One quote, in particular, that I find myself returning to when feeling a little blue (or in today's case, grey), is ironically, from noted Existentialist ("a sense of disorientation and confusion in the face of an apparently meaningless or absurd world.") philosopher and author of The Stranger, Albert Camus:
"O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate....In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there is in me an invincible summer."
To those who have not read Camus broadly, the use of his lines as inspirational mantra will certainly seem ironic. He remains closely associated with the dark and brooding black-and-white photographs that perpetuated this image of the artist as an "intellectual Frenchman." Despite those iconic photos, Camus' writing does include quite a few nuggets of warmth, as evidenced by the one above.

It is in these recent grey, cold days that it becomes even more important to make the concerted effort to grab that inner light and hug it close! Until the outside world (as accurately communicated by the local news) more closely matches my desired sunny state. By continuing to do one's best to keep the sun inside stoked and burning, hope remains of influencing one's perception of the winter to stir a sunnier disposition, rather than the other way around.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

What's in a Name?

Spelling errors aside, there is an anecdote here...
Each day there is at least one trending hash tag on Twitter that requires some introspection whether silly (#tweetapicofyourfriendf*****up) or reflective (#itishardformeto), and as modern teen, my son often joins in the online community high jinks. I, in turn, (as a conscientious modern parent) "creep" on his responses so I have a clue as to what's going on.

A few weeks ago the Twitter exchange above took place between he and I, following his response to the trending #TweetANameYouAlmostGot. As you cane see, he mentioned on oft-told story (more of an "exchange" really) wherein he had nearly be dubbed "Geronimo" by his mother and I. In truth this was more a product of my desires, and ultimately it was her decision (rightly) to name him as he was. Like many young couples, we had spent quite a bit of time looking through baby name books and writing down ideas before settling on some names that would both work, and perhaps more importantly, appease our families.

I am a believer that there is something to the eventual response to the question "What's in a name?" but not necessarily that it is the seed of some self-fulfilling prophesy that the bearer can't escape. If you think about it, if naming resulted in a one-hundred percent predictive quality, why would anyone continue to bestow three names upon their child, as nearly any time some nut job commits a horrific crime they begin referring to he or she by their formal three-name moniker?

So, where did the idea of "Geronimo" come from? How was it that my son almost ended up with that as his name? As with many things in life, it all started with a poem...

Lifted from Public Radio's Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keiller website.
Since my days as an English major back in undergraduate school, Gary Snyder has been a favorite poet of mine. When I first came across this poem, it occurred to me what a great name Geronimo would be for a child, especially a son. Beyond the historical strength of the man, the tenderness and intimacy Snyder seems to imbue the name with, in describing his own son (at least as I interpreted the poem), seemed to result in a solid, strong, and sensitive name. Many years later, when my son's mother and I were planning for his birth, I suspect she humored me with even momentarily "agreeing" to it, I knew I had little chance in winning that "battle." In the end it wasn't about winning a fight, but about having a healthy baby anyway.

So even though we went with a slightly more traditional name (despite it not being so traditional in Upstate New York), his "nickname," Jack, proved to be one I had hoped for as well. Even if my son son did not get the reach name I had wanted, he has grown into a strong sensitive lad, so, what's in a name anyway?

Resources:
Remembering Geronimo on the 100th Anniversary of His Death by Gregory McNamee

Saturday, June 13, 2009

How To Twit-aiku

Bear with me, I know this is wa-a-a-a-y over complicated, but...

Now that our home computer issues are cleared up (translation: we bought a new computer), I have once again begun playing with Twitter by witting Twit-aiku. The process of compressing ideas into 140 characters (including spaces) is not nearly as easy as it seems, especially if you want what you have to say to be clear and cohesive.

As I was trying to craft a Twit-aiku to post this afternoon it occurred to me that it might be interesting to consciously take myself (and you) through my writing process. At the core, what I'm performing is really more of a two-step than a drawn out process.

Generally, Step 1 consists of me simply identifying a feeling, moment or action that I have experienced in the very recent past. Today I jotted down some thoughts about cleaning my classroom. I do this initial drafting without considering character count... I'm simply brainstorming:
during work today i began closing out my classroom by clearing bookshelves, gently packing anthologies in plastic crates for the journey home, stuffing manila folders with last year's lessons plans while rifling through forgotten ones for hidden activities yet untried
Step 2 is just what you might think... "wordsmithing" (a "buzz word" I recognize that many educators and writers dislike) or revising. Given my nuttiness with words this "step" could take forever so I have been attempting to discipline myself to "publishing on Twitter whatever it is I've come up with after 15 minutes time. What follows is a brief example of my revising with commentary.

First, I focus on a single aspect or action in the original brainstorm.
during work today i began closing out my classroom by clearing bookshelves, gently packing anthologies in plastic crates for the journey home, stuffing manila folders with last year's lessons plans while rifling through forgotten ones for hidden activities yet untried
After the occasional trip to Dictionary.com for synonyms and antonym suggestions, and some honing of my central idea. I find that I have an end result that is okay, if not unoffensive:
stuffingloosely organizing manilla folders with last year's lessons plans while rifling through forgotten ones for hidden activities yet untried
It definitely helps if a metaphor, simile or some other element begins to appear, which in the case of this particular one, lead to the inclusion of "seed" and "nurture" in the final draft. I find myself looking at spelling possible limited shorthand or other means of reducing the character count to fit within the 140 character maximum.
loosely organizing manila folders while rifling through ancient forgotten dittos i hold my breathe in hopes of finding a hidden seed to be nurtured for next year
A bit more wordplay (tenses, plurality, word choice) later, and here is the "final" result as posted on Twitter:
loosely organizing manila folders while rifling thru ancient dittos i search for a castaway seed in need of nurturing until next school year
I'm not sure if I exactly captured it, but I was trying to evoke that sense of one year ending while hope springs eternal, maybe in the ashes of what has gone by, that next year will bring about something beautiful.

And that is how I "rock" the Twit-aiku! For what I think is a stronger example, check out Octobia's Blog!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Twitter, Haiku and House

what does it say about me when I would rather watch Razzie-nominated films than those deemed Oscar-worthy? 5:31 AM Jan 24th from web

While at work yesterday with a few moments on hand, I found myself clicking around MSNBC.com looking for some news of interest. Nothing "hard-hitting," but just something to wile away a few minutes. Then I came across an article entitled Tidbits: Ding! Aniston ready for round 3 with Mayer, and began reading about (no, not Aniston and Mayer), but rather Hugh Laurie's thoughts about Twitter:

“As I look around my friends’ tweets I see banality on all sides,” Laurie said in a quote posted to StarPulse. The actor’s problem isn’t with the platform, just how the masses use it. “I think if people were able to take these 140 characters (allowed in each post) and develop a poetic Western form — a haiku of our own in which all human existence could be compressed into those 140 characters — that would be a satisfying thing, but that’s not what I see when I read them.”
Full disclosure--I have had have a Twitter account, the most recent comments to which I've also placed atop this post. Just like House said "banality on all sides." I first started "tweeting" on January 10 or so and it lasted only about fourteen comments as I just couldn't see the point.

As a reader and teacher the idea of compressing language fascinates me, but shouldn't it be something worth reading, especially if one feels it necessary to share it with the "e-world?" But, then again, not everything (action, word, idea) of value is necessarily grounded in "meaning."

But, Dr. House has given me an idea: what if I try to post something simple and meaningful every day or so for a week and see what transpires? It certainly couldn't be more transparent or annoying as following the stars of How I Met Your Mother on Twitter could it?