It dragged a little toward the end because the author was copiously attempting to describe a feeling one could only realize if one were in the place in which he had found himself–abducted, completely powerless depending upon the completely powerful.  I plan to do more research on Jan Philipp Reemtsma and his writings.  I found something where he talks about hero/hero-worship, and narcissism.  The memoir seemed quite ego centric, but I suppose this is necessary, because the situation was singularly personal.  Is that a redundant term-singularly personal?

I started a cute tome called The Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love.  Written by Jill Conner Browne, its byline is “A Fallen Southern Belle’s Look at Love, Life, Men, Marriage and Being Prepared.  I can’t tell you the genre.  Humor, comedy, perhaps?  It is amusing, the characters, particularly Jill, are audacious and adorable.  It’s also a quick read.   I’m about 1/4 through it, and I didn’t start it until after I finished the other book around 11:30-12:00 last night.  It’s a nice, light read after the heaviness of the other book. 

Now, my order from Better World Books must arrive today because I know I will finish the Sweet Potato Queens and I need something else to read.  I have Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking here which I WILL read.  I haven’t yet, and I don’t know why.  I know it’s intense.  Maybe that is why. 

Grief is a common theme for me, although I haven’t experienced the loss yet of someone very close to me.  I suppose it is because those closest to me (Tim and the boys) have experienced the loss of their wife and mother, and I have been along for much of that ride.  Plus I’m not uncomfortable with people who are grieving.  I know from Tim some people are very uncomfortable around that, but I am not.  I think it’s one of those things that comes from having a very large heart (metaphorically speaking), and usually a general ease with people in general.  I understand what they are experiencing, although I haven’t experienced it myself.  I also know what not to say, which in most situations is anathema to me, and what enters my mind goes directly out of my mouth without any filter at all.  The old Sagittariun foot in mouth disease.  Grief situations are the exception.  Sometimes the best thing is to be present and say nothing.

Lastly, if I may, (which I may, because it is my blog) plug Better World Books again?  Buying from Better World Books is a win-win-win (that’s right, a 3-way win) for the buyer (me), the environment (recycled books), and literacy.  Proceeds go to literacy organizations.  Another thing I like is how they package the books.  5 or 6 books will be in a box about 6x8x8″, with very little, if any, padding.  And you only pay the carbon offset for postage.  Whoever thought of it is a genius.  I’ll have to do a little research and find out!!  Tell you later!

Off to work now!


I am reading…


In the Cellar by German intellectual/writer/philosopher/linguist Jan Philipp Reemtsma.  It is about his own kidnapping in 1996.  I understand he’s a bit of a controversial figure.  The link I provided is from a magazine to which he is a contributor.  Wikipedia was in German, and its portrayal (after Google translation) was slightly confusing because of the crude translation and not complementary at all.  I definitely want to know more about this gentleman.  After I read his book I will do more research on him and his writings.  

I’m finding his book very interesting.  It was translated beautifully by Carol Brown Janeway.  I like the writing; it is obviously intelligent.  He recounts his thoughts, his misperceptions, and his attempt to resist identifying with his kidnappers while in captivity.  I am about half way through it.  Because of his strong literary background, he refers to many literary luminaries of all nationalities, which also interests me.

So, back to the book, then off to bed!