Literature Carnival!

Do you know what a blog carnival is? Basically, it is kind of blogging “community” focused on a particular interest. For example, I read and sometimes participate in an education blog carnival usually hosted by the Education Wonks. I really enjoy it, and it has helped me discover lots of education blogs.

I was thinking of hosting a carnival here. Casting about for ideas, I decided to host a carnival about literature/books. I think that makes sense, as this blog is mainly about what I’m reading. I have concocted this edition of the Literature Carnival myself. As the carnival grows, I will accept submissions from other bloggers. Submissions can be book reviews, writing about writing, writing about authors — as long as it’s all about books. This isn’t the same think as Bookslut’s blog, which links websites and news stories about books. This is a collection of links to blogs about books.

Carnival of Literature, First Edition

When I was recently reading Lolita, I commented to my husband that it was a really good book — the prose is beautiful in some places. Obviously Humbert Humbert is loathsome, and I don’t believe the reader is actually meant to sympathize with him. He is the classical example of the unreliable narrator. Still, my husband refuses to read it, remarking that it is nothing more than a book about a pederast. Which begs the question — should one read an “immoral” book? Bookish answers.

Speaking of Lolita, Stephen Metcalf ponders whether or not it’s still shocking (OK, maybe Slate isn’t exactly a blog).

Booklust has some gorgeous images from a book of postcards entitled For the Love of Libraries: Photographs and Anecdotes. I like the one of the lovers in the stacks. Booklust’s quote from Larry Rubin is apt: “They kiss in cubicles; for all we know they breed down there in the twelfth century.” Perhaps I reveal too much about myself…

Until now, the publishing industry has been centered around authors. Jane Friedman envisions a future when it is centered around publishing companies. “Ms. Friedman made the comment last summer that she envisions a time when authors are secondary to the brand name imprint, that future book buyers will want to buy a book because Harper Collins is the publisher.” Booksquare examines the issue.

Chekhov’s Mistress considers collecting first edition books and gives some advice on how to find and care for rare books.

Syntax of Things discusses underrated writers. Perhaps you’d like to send along a submission?

Michelle Richmond has some advice for creative writers at Sans Serif.

Ghost Word ponders giving books for gifts. What are you giving? Recommendations?

Bill Benzon, guest writer for The Valve considers whether it’s necessary to read deeper than the surface level of texts. Makes me think of the old saw that English class kills our appreciation for literature.

That’s it for the first Literature Carnival. Let’s make this a regular venture. If you are interested in sharing your posts about literature, e-mail me at dana @ huffenglish.com with the subject line “Carnival” and a link to the post in the text of your e-mail. The deadline is Friday, December 30 at 10:00 P.M. Feel free to submit logos, too.

To Trackback or Not to Trackback

Perhaps not as weighty a consideration as that of the famed Prince of Denmark… at any rate, I’ve decided not to trackback. That is, I have disabled trackbacks for my system. I will still trackback others’ sites when I link them, but on this end, allowing trackbacks has proved to be rather fruitless. First of all, most people who link me don’t trackback. That’s fine; I don’t really mind. Second, for some reason, my spam filter blocks anyone who tracksback with a Blogspot blog on Blogger, even legitimate trackbacks. Perhaps this is due to the large number of splogs on Blogger. Finally, of the countless trackbacks I’ve received, maybe five — website wide, not just for this blog — have been legitimate. Considering that in some form or another, parts of this website have been live for a year and a half, that’s not a stellar record. My spam filter manages to block or moderate all of the trackback spam, but I do have to spend a few minutes each day deleting trackback spam from my junk folder. Considering how few benefits I get out of it, I decided it simply wasn’t worth it to continue accepting trackbacks. I doubt it will inconvenience anyone, but I thought I’d annouce the change anyway.

Public Service Announcements

I spent a large portion of my early afternoon on Nick Jr.’s website with Maggie and Dylan. If you have small children, I wanted to make you aware that there are several videos available at the site, including full episodes of Blue’s Clues. Click the “Play Now” button the the box labeled “Nick Jr. Playtime” for access to the high quality video; the videos on the individual show pages are often lower quality and don’t include links to the whole episodes, either. The screen is small — 5X4; my kids didn’t seem to care. There are, of course, lots of other things to do and see there, including games and stories. If you’re looking for things to do with your toddler or preschooler online, that’s a pretty good website to go to.

Also, in my travels on the web today, I became aware of something you bloggers who find commenting trolls tiresome might value: You Read It Right: Complete Blog Commenting Guidelines (via The Dawn Patrol). The creators invite bloggers to link to the guidelines, which are much more comprehensive than the guidelines I already had up, so I believe I’ll be replacing my rather weak attempt at thinking of everything with theirs. The only thing I might add is that if your comments are often longer than the entries upon which you comment, then you should consider getting your own blog — you obviously have a lot to say. Then again, I guess that should not be a hard and fast rule so much as a suggestion. I think these guidelines, similar to those of Read Me: A Blogger Disclaimer can help newbies to blogging (as well as some of the “oldbies”). I realize that introducing “standards of conduct” may seem galling to some, but those who are offended or don’t like it for some reason are free not to use it on their own blogs or not to comment or read the blogs of those who use them.

So those are my two PSA’s for today, most decidedly aimed, I suppose, at mommy bloggers.

So Far…

… so good on the car. It is still shifting smoothly. I can only attribute it to one of two things 1) the new PCV valve, 2) something my ex used to call PFM (the “p”=pure and the “m”=magic; I’ll let you fill in the rest).

I bought Sarah a copy of Dragonology and its companion book, The Dragonology Handbook for her 12th birthday, which is today. She’s spending it with her dad. The books look really good. I’m going to sit down and look them over before I wrap them. Sarah is really into dragons right now. She wanted to read The Hobbit, because she heard there was a dragon in it. We have been reading it together, and we’re not to the part yet where Smaug is destroyed. She is rooting for Smaug, and I hope she won’t be disappointed when he goes down. At any rate, I hope she likes her birthday present. I can’t believe she’s 12.

Twelve years ago at almost this exact moment, I was giving birth to her. She was born in a Navy hospital. It was windy and snowy outside. I didn’t get to hold her after she was born. Instead of asserting my rights as a mother, I patiently waited while my mother and ex passed her back and forth. Then they took her away. I asked my doctor when I’d get to hold her, and he looked sort of stricken — he hadn’t realized I hadn’t been able to — and he said the pediatrician would be checking her in the nursery; after that, maybe. I waited and waited. I went into shock and had to go into Recovery before they took me to my room. I remember getting out of bed, clutching the back of my hospital gown closed, grabbing my IV cart, and padding down the hall to look at her through the glass. The nurses sort of glared at me, but I told them I hadn’t seen my daughter. That was when I first got a really good look at her. She looked like her daddy. Still does. Some time, hours later, they wheeled her bassinette into my room, which was stifling. My roommate had had a C-section. She had a baby boy — her second. He was huge — something like 9 or 10 pounds. I wished later that I had got her address so we could keep in touch.

Sarah really loves to read, and I like to take the credit for that. I still read to her. I don’t think that’s something people totally grow out of — enjoying being read to — why else would books on tape be so popular? She likes school. She’s neat kid, and we have some pretty interesting talks.

Thanksgiving Hiatus

I’m back after my Thanksgiving hiatus. I enjoyed a very well cooked meal at my parents’ house. We had a nice visit.

I’m more than a little disgusted by the performance of my car. I have done some research, and I can tell you it isn’t just me. Do not buy a Pontiac Montana. Your mechanic will love you. I just know that I’m in for a huge repair bill soon. The transmission is shifting very rough. It has been off since August or September, but now it gets angry at me if I drive it for a long period of time. The “Service Engine Soon” light comes on constantly — which seems to be a common flaw with this vehicle. This is my customer service announcement to you.

Steve just called. He has been in New York to be interviewed for a segment on Dateline, which will air next Sunday. If you were to look at our life circumstances at this moment, you would marvel at the surreality.

Baghdad Girl

Dylan was entranced by the animated avatar of Professor McGonagall transforming from a cat into a witch used by a poster at a Harry Potter discussion board I frequent. I asked him if he wanted to see more kitties. I did a Google image search for “cat,” and the first picture that appeared came from a blog kept by a fourteen-year-old Iraqi girl named Raghda. She posts a new picture of a cute cat almost each day. In the midst of all these cute kittens, she posted an entry titled “We Are Living in Hell” after a bomb exploded down the street from her home, shattering her windows and causing the deaths of two children she knew. It’s amazing to me that Raghda is still able to search for and find beauty in this world (in feline form) in the midst of the daily terror in which she lives.

Gravatar

OK, I think I have avatars up and running. The CSS looks fine. I am not happy with how much space appears between the comment and the “Comment by ___,” but I’m not sure how to fix it, and I’ve been working on it for far too long tonight. If you want an avatar other than the default one to appear next to your comments so you are distinguished from other guests, go to Gravatar and upload an 80X80 px avatar. Your avatar will only be 50X50 on this site, and it will look better if it doesn’t already have a border. The largest avatars allowed are 80X80, and having an avatar that size will allow your avatar to appear on other Gravatar-enabled sites without messing up the way it looks. It is linked to your e-mail address, so if you use TypeKey, make sure you link your avatar to the same e-mail address as you use for TypeKey authentication; also, make sure you use the e-mail address you linked to the avatar to ensure that it will appear here. Whenever you comment on sites that have enabled Gravatar, your avatar will appear!

It will take a day or so for the Gravatar folks to rate it. I instituted a G-rating on avatars, because I want to avoid offending any co-workers, students, or parents who happen by. I don’t relish being offended by an avatar I can’t change appearing on my site either, so I guess that’s another reason. If your avatar exceeds a G-rating or if you don’t have an avatar, the default avatar will appear next to your comments. It looks like this:

See? You don’t want that. Get an avatar!

MT Protect and Gravatar

Arvind has a great-looking plugin in MT Protect. Too bad I can’t figure out how to get it to work. I know it is something I didn’t do correctly, because others don’t seem to be having problems. I:

  • Already had all my archives saved as .php files, so no problem.
  • Changed my index file to .php instead of .html. I could no longer see my blog.
  • I noticed I couldn’t see any archive pages either.
  • Checked to see if I had all my tags in the right place. I think they were, but the instructions were not step-by-step “for dummies” type instructions.
  • Checked to see that the plugin was enabled for this blog. It is.

I didn’t delete the plugin, because I feel like if I can get it to work, it will be good to be able to protect entries, especially now that all my blogs are on the same (read more accessible) domain, but I guess for now I’ll just have to make sure that I don’t write anything I would care if anyone out there read — which is precisely what I’ve been doing since February 2004, when I set up this blog at Upsaid following a nasty end to my tenure at Diaryland.

I have also enabled Gravatar. If you follow the link, you’ll see what that’s all about, but essentially it allows commenters to upload avatars that will appear next to their comments. You do have to wait for the Gravatar to be rated. I am only allowing “G” rated Gravatars on my site, because I do not want to offend parents, students, or co-workers who stop by. Plus, I just don’t trust you to keep it clean. Heh.

An Anniversary

I think I have all my archives in this blog fixed now. I had to update some URL’s. MT has different URL’s for entries than they did when I started using it (version 2.66). The old URL’s had numbers for entries. These have some dirified version of the title. Plus my old links were to entries in my PlanetHuff blog, which will soon be defunct altogether, so I wanted to make sure everything was ready to go before then.

I wonder if if is my fate to be down during this week each year. This week marks the two-year anniversary of the most painful period of my life to date. I wonder if I will forever mull it over this week each year, or will it truly just take more time than I thought? Sometimes I wonder if it’s really possible to get over some types of pain, and for the past two years, this week has been very raw for me emotionally. It isn’t to say that I dwell on it all the time, or that I can’t get past it. It reminds me of a passage I’ve quoted before from The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway:

I lay awake thinking and my mind jumping around. Then I couldn’t keep away from it, and I started to think about Brett and all the rest of it went away. I was thinking about Brett and my mind stopped jumping around and started to go in sort of smooth waves. Then all of a sudden I started to cry. Then after a while it was better and I lay in bed and listened to the heavy trams go by and way down the street, and then I went to sleep… This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

Maybe this time of year, with its associations and sad memories, is my night.

Speaking of anniversaries, tomorrow, my grandparents will have been married 55 years. Happy anniversary Granna and Papa!