So, you write a book blog, but you haven't blogged about any books lately?

Yes. I'm sorry. 

I have been reading a lot of very specific, emotionally charged books that have been pertinent to the current state of affairs within my life. 

Sure, I see analytics with Blogger, but I never know who is going to be reading this blog or its posts.

So I'm careful about what I post, because I care about my privacy, and the privacy of my loved ones.

That being said, I have been dabbling more in the "non-emotional category" of late - fiction and nonfiction alike - and I kept notes. 

I'm going to do my best here to post more often. 

Rest assured, I am still The Ardent Reader, with piles of books all over my house, a library hold list a mile long, and an Amazon wish list that never seems to stop growing.

Thank you for reading.

Book 189: Origin by Dan Brown (Audiobook)

The author of The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons wrote this book last year and it was heralded by everyone who read it as amazing. I'm not sure I'd use that word to describe it, but it certainly was entertaining.

I really like Dan Brown for his original stories and the fascinating way he weaves together fact and fiction. Origin didn't disappoint at all in that aspect. In fact, I can't imagine how much research Brown had to conduct to create the story lines of Origin and his previous books.

Where I feel he falls short, though, is in the dialogue. The main character, Robert Langdon, is the same professor that unraveled the mysteries in the books cited above. In those books and in Origin, when Professor Langdon explains something to another character, it's almost like he's reading the information out of a textbook. For me, the dialogue makes the exchanges feel disingenuous.

Other than that one small thing, Origin was a fascinating read. I loved the characters and plot twists. Like The DaVinci Code, Origin makes you question what you thought you knew about the world around you. Brown uses his characters to hypothesize about Earth's beginnings and the future of humanity. I was absolutely fascinated.

Writing is Not a Career by Michael Dickel (Guest Blogger)

As an 18 y.o., first-year, university student, I took some of my poems to my Humanities professor. I knew I was supposed to be thinking about my “career,” and told her that I wanted to be a poet or a writer (I don’t remember which I said) for my career.

She said that choosing to write was “choosing to not have a career.” I recall her message being that writers did more than the word “career” entails, that being a writer was more than a job, perhaps more like choosing to have many careers.

You might say, it’s a calling.

She also gently critiqued my “poems.” I was a bit disappointed to find out that I hadn’t actually chosen my career yet, but more disappointed that my poems were not brilliant enough to send to The New Yorker immediately.

Yet, I persisted with my writing.

On paper, I could fool you into thinking I’ve had a career. However, the details reveal a wandering path of switchbacks, valleys, hills—of turns taken and ignored.

Here are some of the jobs I had from University undergraduate studies until returning to graduate school a decade later: warehouse order-packer, delivery person, retail home-improvement sales, overnight counselor, counselor, child-care worker, social worker case aid, and mental health worker…

All of that time, I wrote.

I wrote poetry. I wrote short stories. I attempted songs. I tried a novel. But no editor published any of it—until 1987, just before entering a creative writing program.

The truth is, I have always been a writer. The first poem that I remember is from 3rd or 4th grade. I also remember one from 6th grade. Third grade was about 55 years ago. And I revised a poem this morning.

So, I have been writing my whole life.

Occasionally, I have been paid to write or edit. While in graduate school and since, for (not much) money, I have: edited a book review section of the University student paper, written grants, written book reviews and interviews, and researched and written scripts for documentary films. I have even written website content and social media posts.

However, I also have: designed databases, provided technical assistance, and worked as a handyman.

I have not yet made a living by writing. Probably this is because I mostly write literary genres—poetry, flash fiction, short stories, occasional essays. No one has offered to give me a salary for any of it. Even my books provide negligible income.

Yet, I persist as a writer.

Most people who know me or look over my CV might think that I’ve had a career in academia. After all, I have worked in academia for over 30 years. It has not been a career, though—I did not write critical articles that an academic literature career requires, and I have never held a tenure-track job.

Mostly, I have had some form of renewable contract work that was not quite adjunct. A lot of it has been teaching composition, most of it administering writing centers. Directing writing centers is the closest to a “career” for me—I started in the 1990s, as a graduate student, and continued through 2006. I published articles related to writing centers and learning centers. I was active in professional organizations and helped organize conferences.

All of that, though, was for my job.

In 2007, I left the United States for Israel, where I now live. I have taught here most of the time since—as an adjunct, mostly teaching English as a foreign language. My writing has taken off in this time. Although The New Yorker still has not published any of my poems, every year or two I send them a few.

Still, most of my books were published since I moved.

I won some awards (with cash prizes), edited (without pay) some nice journals, and have immersed in the life of a writer. As I look to the possibility of signing up for Social Security and moving my job situation from employment toward semi-retirement, I realize that I have not had a writing career.

But, I have had a writing life.


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Michael Dickel’s writing and art appear in print and online. His poetry has won international awards and been translated into several languages. Breakfast at the End of Capitalism came out in 2017, The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden, in 2016. Previous books include: War Surrounds Us, Midwest / Mid-East, and The World Behind It, Chaos… He co-edited Voices Israel Volume 36, was managing editor for arc-23 and 24, and is a past-chair of the Israel Association of Writers in English. He is a contributing editor of The BeZine (TheBeZine.com). With Israeli producer/director David Fisher, he received a U.S.A. National Endowment of the Humanities documentary-film development grant through their Bridging Cultures program. 

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The Spelling Bee.

Today, my daughter represented her school at the state spelling bee. She got to the third round and was stumped by a word I had never encountered in all the time I've been reading. In fact, there were a few words I'd never heard before.

In any case, the experience was a good one for her, and not one she'll soon forget. She was the top speller in her school, and for good reason: the kid reads like a fiend. When I see her getting totally absorbed in a book, it makes me so proud.

I'm proud of my son, too. The other night at Cover2Cover Book Club, he said he wanted to say something at the end of the discussion. When it was his turn, he stood up and presented Eragon, the book that has totally immersed him, and told 25 adults they should check it out. One adult responded, "Well! We love smart boy readers in this group!" (Cue proud mom blushing.)

What an ignorant ass I'd have been if I'd never had kids.

Book 169: My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry by Fredrik Backman (Audiobook) narrated by Joan Walker

I think Fredrik Backman is my new favorite author. I fell in like with him when I read A Man Called Ove and now I'm completely, head-over-heels in love with this author.

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry was an absolutely fascinating book. Like Ove, it uncovers each character slowly, without revealing each person completely until the end of the book. This style of writing is tantalizing to someone like me because I love suspense.

In this book, seven-year-old Elsa (who is almost eight) learns that not everything (or everyone) is at it seems. She has been surrounded by people her whole life, and until a difficult event brings them all together, she never realized she knew absolutely nothing about any of them. So she sets off on an adventure to unearth the secrets of her neighbors, friends, and family members, especially those of her quirky, independent grandmother.

This story was incredible. Backman is a master at creating characters that are both believable and unique. The characters just about jump out of the book. With Joan Walker's expert narration, the story was even more vivid. I haven't been this hooked on an audiobook in ages.

It was great. I loved it so, so much.

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