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The Poor Boy’s Piano by Susan D. Rogers

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on June 27, 2011
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Last week, Loni of The Eye of Loni’s Storm, posted a review for The Poor Boy’s Piano.  I found her review very intriguing and had to read the story myself.

 The story take’s place in the not so nice part of Vancouver, although after the recent riot downtown, after our hockey team lost the cup, some people may question if there is a nice part of Vancouver.  There is, really.  Just a few people had to spoil it for all of us.
Roger drank to much on his 49th birthday.  He was also numbing the pain from his recent divorce.  When he woke up the next morning,

“The pain jolted through his brain like a bolt of lightning and roused him to consciousness. Or semi-consciousness. Roger was aware only of a dull grey fog and a familiar throbbing in his head. But it was the ache of the bone-chilling dampness that brought him fully awake.”

Roger left his wife and children 3 months before.  He now lives in an run down motel, you could call it seedy. He was in no hurry to get up from his place in the alley to go back to his room.  He also noticed a boy standing in the distance.
You’ll have to read it for yourself to see what happens.  The writing is fresh and crisp.  A very worthwhile short that packs a punch.
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The author, at around the age of three, with her parents, Amar and Tapati, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, circa 1970.
I just adore Jhumpa Lahiri for her short stories and her novel, The Namesake.  So, when I ran across an essay written by her in The New Yorker, I had to read it.  Yes, technically it’s not a short story but it is by a short story author about her childhood.
“I had almost no books to call my own. I remember coveting and eventually being permitted to own a book for the first time. I was five or six”
Jhumpa Lahiri’s was born in the United States and claims that her parents never read to her as a child.  However, on her first trip to India, with her parents, her grandfather told her stories and use to even lengthen her bed time because she hadn’t wanted his stories to end.
Her first language was Bengali but the books that she read were in English.
“and their subjects were, for the most part, either English or American lives. I was aware of a feeling of trespassing. I was aware that I did not belong to the worlds I was reading about: that my family’s life was different, that different food graced our table, that different holidays were celebrated, that my family cared and fretted about different things.  For me, the act of reading was one of discovery in the most basic sense—the discovery of a culture that was foreign to my parents. I began to defy them in this way, and to understand, from books, certain things that they didn’t know.”
When she was in school and started making friends, she started writing stories as a way to conect with her peers.  In 5th grade, she won a prize for her story, The Adventures of a Weighing Scale.

After she graduated college, she moved to Boston where she worked in a book store.  She became close friends with a co-worker, who happened to be the daughter of the poet Bill Corbett.  She started visiting the Corbetts’ frequently and she soon gained inspiration to be a writer.
I really enjoyed reading about Jhumpa Lahiri’s childhood and how she became a writer.  This essay is only four pages long and highly recommended.  You can read it here.


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The Jelly-Bean by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on June 14, 2011
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The Jelley Bean is what they called Jim Powell.  How did he get that name you wonder?  F. Scott Fitzerald tells us early in the story:

“Jelly-bean is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular – I am idling, I have idled, I will idle.

Jim returned home from the war at age 21 and lived above Tilley’s Garage.  He felt most comfortable hanging out in the garage. He was pretty much a loner and didn’t like parties.  He couldn’t dance and he couldn’t get the courage up to ask a girl any way. However, his friend, Clark invited him to one and promised he wouldn’t leave him in a corner, sitting by himself the entire time.

Despite the prohibition, Clark smuggled in a bottle of Corn moonshine.   They sneaked outside to have some and then Jim got left hiding the bottle on him.  That’s when Nancy Lamar showed up with gum on her shoe.  Jim siphoned gas out of a car to get the gum off.  He was entranced by her beauty and also knew that she got herself in trouble when she drank the corn.  However, he shared it with her, non the less.

After the dance, a group stayed and played craps including Jim and Nancy.  Read the story, here to see what happend next.

It took me a couple of pages to get into The Jelly Bean.  Mostly that is because it took until then for Fitzerald to explain why Jim was a Jelly Bean.  Then the story really took off.  This story reminded me why I adored The Great Gatsby so much back in high school.  I really hope to read it again someday.

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