Blood Oath

Thanks to the Doctor for hosting TCOB last week!  Ah, to come from work and be met with an assortment of wines, a platter of hors d'oeuvres, good friends, and only one day to go until the weekend.  El Jefe was especially relieved to relax into the couch over a glass of sauvignon blanc and to munch on miniature shrimp and bell pepper skewers while catching up on the month's gossip.  From seafood to more seafood, it was a particularly unbloody meal considering the book at hand.  Although we probably should have paid homage by digging our fangs into an extra rare slab of steak, we instead feasted on savory tuna burgers with a spicy tapenade aioli on made-to-order Belwood buns.  Being a Bobby Flay recipe, the burgers had his signature smoky, almost spanish flavor--excellent with terra chips and a green salad.  And for dessert, assorted cookies, including a delightful almond selection.  Dalish!

We passed.

Blood Oath, by Christopher Farnsworth, was not surprisingly a controversial TCOB pick.

In fact, for the first time ever, there was even a suggestion that the book should have been previewed before subjecting all TCOB members to its full 400 pages.  With no write-in vote from Foxx, Blood Oath scored an even 5.  It always seems so cliche when people say, "You either love it or you hate it."  But then again, it also seems cliche to say, "Forget the War on Terror.  This is the War on Horror, and you've just been drafted."  Suffice it to say, there were a few of us (El Jefe proudly included) who ate it up.  And there was the other camp that wanted to throw the book across the room, burn it, or literally strangle the person who had the nerve to publish it.  To address the negatives first:  It is written like a screenplay.  It is the most transparent, unoriginal, rip-off conglomeration of all the more intelligent horror and sci-fi stories that have ever come before it.  It was unreadable.  The vampire sex was too tame (even Logan's run could handle it!).  The story was predictable and, frankly, lame.  All true, especially the part about the vampire sex.  Now for the positives:  The opening sequence involves werewolves who battle U.S. special ops in Serbia.  The subtitle is "the President's Vampire."  The vampire is a secret agent and has been under a blood oath to serve all American presidents since Andrew Jackson.  The vampire is supposed to be kind of hot.  The bad guys are jihadists.  The other bad guy is a German scientist.  The vampire has a vampire girlfriend.  Sorry, what is wrong with this book?  Nothing!  Can't wait for the movie!

Max Schreck, Nosferatu, 1922

Bela Lugosi, Dracula, 1931

Frank Langella, Dracula, 1979

Keifer Sutherland, Lost Boys, 1987

Tom Cruise as Lestat and Brad Pitt as Louis, Interview with the Vampire, 1994

Robert Pattinson, Twilight, 2008

The Foxx has offered to host our September meeting, and Ms. K. will host October.  In September, Red is bringing apps and El Jefe dessert.  For details on our book, see last month's post.  Until next time, read early and often and keep your fangs in.  xoej

The Murderer's Daughters

Our first TCOB in the Highlander's new home!  Dating, breakups, marriage, divorce, new boyfriends, new kids, new houses, remodels, onward and upward!  We are either too cliche or have just been together too long.  Self-deprecation aside, Highlander, the new digs look terrific!  What also looks terrific is Red's new line of fine jewelry.  Custom cut topaz, rose gold, diamonds?!  Luckily it's gorgeous so El Jefe will forgive the spotty attendance record, knowing how hard you were working.

  Janna Conner Designs.  14K yellow gold "cubist" earrings with white topaz and diamonds.  Yes, please.

Over bangles and baubles, we snacked our way through caprese skewers and spanikopita, caught up on the month's gossip, and planned our birthday and Christmas lists. Then, on to burgers and a veritable smorgasbord of toppings: grilled onions, sauteed mushrooms, brie, avocado cream, and other lishy treats. And the controversial peach donuts for dessert. All the fun of a donut-shaped peach, none of the calories of a donut. Or wait, did we miss the fine print...

 Only 201 calories per.

 Our book this month, the Murderer's Daughters, was highly divisive.  There was a cluster in the 8's, a cluster in the 4's (overly dramatic!), with a smattering of less polarized votes in between.  Not counting the last-ditch downgrade to a 3 (talk about predictable), the book averaged out at 6.3.  Clearly that number doesn't tell the whole story.  What does tell the story, at least from the perspective of the low graders, is the sentiment that (and I quote) "I would rather have those hours of my life back than have wasted them reading this book."  Snap!  The low graders found the story soap opera-esque, annoying, and poorly written.  In particular, Merry's tap, tap, tapping on the scar left by her father's botched stabbing seemed to be an irritant.  Alas, although the physical wound healed, the psychological damage was incurable--but no sympathy for this victim from the naysayers!  For some reason, their troubled childhood did not evoke nearly the same heartbreak as the Glass Castle, which was offered in our discussion as a comparison.  On the other hand, the yeahsayers (?) loved the pulpy drama, the fast read, and the tragic characters.  While the group could not agree on whether Lulu and Merry were one dimensional or complex, we did agree that Merry's relationship with her father was tres strange (how could she forgive the very person who almost succeeded in killing her), and perfect little Drew's sudden appearance in Lulu's life was a bit much.  But, opinions and ratings aside, there was an especially poignant moment when it was revealed that this book held a personal meaning and connection for one of us, whose mother's own childhood years were spent in an orphanage.  After all, the author stated in the epilogue that she wished she could say that this book was fiction.

Please see last month's post for the August and September lineup.  There was a motion to move the August meeting one day later to the 5th.  If you have an objection to that, please send El Jefe an email.  Also if you can bring apps or dessert next month.  Until next time, beware the undead!

Run

Thanks to Logan's Run for hosting the June meeting!  We started out with a bountiful platter of mixed apps--assorted cheeses, dips, veggies, and crackers.  For dinner we had baked chicken breasts with goat cheese and fresh basil, and a butter lettuce salad with avocado.  Logan's Run recently has gone on a gluten-free diet and I think she snuck some gluten-free laugh supplements into the meal, as hilarity seemed to ensue throughout dinner for no apparent reason.  For dessert, just to reverse any good our dinner might have done, a delectable variety of cookies, brownies, and blondies from Clementine.  Lish!

Run, by Ann Patchett, scored a 6.0.  We couldn't help but compare it to Bel Canto and the Magician's Assistant, both of which we remembered to be more captivating.  This book was just "good."  Not great, not terrible, perfectly readable--but just good.  (Perhaps that's why La Mademoiselle decided to read next month's book instead!)  We all agreed that the story was well-written in terms of its prose, but there was too much filler, and somehow the characters were one-dimensional and simply not that interesting.  In fact, we didn't even engage in our usual comparison of who loved or hated each character, our chatter about which characters were annoying or endearing.  Even Sullivan, the brother who seemed to have the best chance at being multi-dimensional, was summarily revealed in a single page.  We just couldn't see the point in the whole thing.  The plot wasn't unique enough to make it a plot-driven book, the characters weren't engaging enough to make it a character-driven book, so it languished betwixt and between:  definitely not, as the cover bragged, Ann Patchett's best book.

Our July book is The Murderer's Daughters, by Randy Susan Meyers, our August book is Blood Oath, by Christopher Farnsworth, and our September book is Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese.  In order, the Highlander, the Doctor, and Ms. K. are hosting.  For July, La Mademoiselle is bringing apps, and El Jefe's on desserts.  Until next time, read early and often, and happy start of summer!

 Massimo Vitali, Rosignano 2004, diptych

Her Fearful Symmetry

¡Hola amigas!  We spent a very enjoyable and intimate Cinco de Mayo at Casa de Jefe.  True to the day's festivities, we shook up some margs at the bar (El Señor bartending, natch) and dug into a gargantuan platter of chips and homemade guac.  Then, we feasted on three kinds of enchiladas, Ranchero, Suprema, and Carne, with all the usual accoutrements-- beans, rice, chopped cilantro (obv!), a variety of salsas, Mexican crema, and just to make us all feel better, a green salad.  It is nothing less than a testament to our will to stuff ourselves beyond reason that we still managed to polish off half of a chocoloate peanut butter cake.  ¡Muy delicioso!

I'd hit that.

Now on to our book, Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger, which scored an impressive 8.25.

This modern day ghost story set in London was unexpected, playful, and poignant--and everyone loved it.  Each character was different and interesting.  The twins, Julia and Valentina (a.k.a. "Mouse") start out as a lovable pair, relishing the sudden adventure of living together in their late aunt Elspeth's flat, and roaming the streets of London in search of Alexander McQueen (may he R.I.P.)-inspired fashions. 

Alexander McQueen, 1969-2010

Of course things go terribly awry, as is wont to happen when living adjacent to a Victorian cemetary in a haunted apartment.  But in between the book's jaunty beginning and the eerily tragic ending was a good ol' fashioned page turner.  We delighted in Martin's lovable craziness, Robert's nervous but sweet stalking, and the twins' frolics with the Little Kitten of Death and the ouija board that at first seemed to be so harmless.  Most (but not all) of us were surprised by the turn of plot in which Elspeth, rather than Edie, was revealed to be the twins' real mother.  Which only made it more dispicable that she [did that thing that I won't mention in case, dear readers, you haven't finished].  But was it a pre-meditated plan all along, or were her intentions pure?  This is one of several questions to which we'll never know the answer;  while the author tied some threads of the story up neatly at the end, other strange scenes from the book's final pages remain unexplained, such as Julia's encounter with "Valentina" in the store, and Robert's sudden disappearance.  A fitting ending for this supernatural tale.

Highgate Cemetery, North London, England.

Tombs at Highgate

Entrance to the Egyptian Avenue

"Managed neglect" has been the policy at Highgate for the last two decades.

One too many margaritas means that El Jefe does not remember who is hosting in June (yikes, June!), but it may have been the Doctor?  Let us know!  See last month's posting for the book, and until next time...xoej

Thinking in Pictures: My Life With Autism

Let's look on the bright side:  Blondie's few and far between (at least too few and too far for El Jefe) visits to the fair City of Angels are sure to mean that the Club of Books will be a hit.  Not to mention, she pulls off house-sitting on one of the most sought-after streets in Brentwood and hosting a dinner for 9 to boot.  Is there anything this woman can't do?  Apparently, pick a lock.  A memorable evening that began with sitting out on the front steps of the M____'s home on Cliffwood, waiting for the key reinforcements to arrive.  Thank goodness for screw top fume blanc!

Once we penetrate Fort Knox (does El Jefe spy an Alexander Calder in the foyer?), we settle into the study over sparkling wine and pancetta wrapped dates, stuffed with melted manchego and mint.  Much to El Jefe's delight, the bubbly appears to be gaining TCOB popularity.

Schramsberg Mirabelle Brut

Crisp acidity, vibrant green apple, citrus.  $22

Pancetta also seems to have become a staple.  Apparently this versatile cured meat works equally well in hors d' oeuvres and main courses.  For example, pancetta and taleggio lasagna with treviso radicchio.  Lish! 

Traviso radicchio

vs.

Regular radicchio

Served with a green salad on the side, and polished off with Red's scrumptious lemon squares.  Don't dispair, Red!  We love your homemade goodies.

Thinking in Pictures:  My Life with Autism garnered a 5.3.  And Ms. K's rating was not excluded even though it was the high score of the evening at seven-point-oh.  El Jefe's authority to fudge the math is completely revoked when she herself does not partake in the book (shame!).  The low score was a 2.  And though the ratings may have varied widely, the comments did not.  Across the board, we found this to be a difficult read.  Jumpy tenses made the story hard to follow, and the hands-off editing, albeit clearly done for stylistic reasons, left us with a book that at times seemed to repeat whole sections of itself over again.  While this tactic may have given readers a more tangible sense of Grandin's dry and non-linear view of the world, it was frustrating.  People were torn between wanting a greater understanding of the experiences of those afflicted with autism, and feeling that they could not at all relate to Grandin, and being fascinated by her strange inventions such as her cattle chutes and her squeeze machine.  We also talked about how heartbreaking it must be for a parent to raise a child with autism and not be able to develop a reciprocal emotional relationship with them, and those of us who have known children with autism shared personal stories.  Interestingly, it was pointed out that with all the publicity surrounding the occurrence of autism in children, one rarely hears much about autism in adults.  If you are interested in learning more about Temple Grandin or re-visiting this story in a more user-friendly way, Foxx strongly commends the HBO movie based on this book. 

Our next meeting is on Wednesday, May 5 at Chez Jefe.  Logan's Run is on apps, and Ms. K on dessert.  The May, June, and July books, in order, are Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger, Run by Ann Patchett, and The Murderer's Daughters by Randy Susan Meyers.  Until next time, read early and often!

Memory Lane:  The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon (Nov. 2005).

 

Sarah's Key

Now that was worth popping the bubbly!  Blondie in from Sun Vally and a full house.  Plus, we figured out all it takes is champagne to get Ms. K. to drink.  No mere wine for her any more....rich!  But you don't have to be if you just pick up a $10 sparkler from Trader Joe's.  Refreshing, tasty, and the best part of all is that its distinctive orange label could be mistaken for Veuve from a distance.

Cremant de Bourgogne.  $9.99 at Trader Joe's

We caught up on the month's gossip over spicy tuna rolls, toro on crispy rice, and a few other options on the other side of the table that were out of El Jefe's reach.  Why would she reach with champagne in one hand and sushi in the other?  No need.  We then continued on to a mixed green salad and a hearty tortilla soup topped with sour cream, shredded jack and cheddar cheese, and crispy tortilla strips.  ¡Muy caliente y lishy!  And in a sort of post-Valentine's Day homage, chocolate chip cookies baked in a copper heart-shaped pan polished off a fantastic dinner.

Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay rated 8.13--plus 2.  Not to entirely shut out Ms. K's all-time-TCOB-low rating (being the hostess no less!), but rather to separately acknowledge it as an outlier among the rest of the generally high scores.  This was a Children in Peril book, Ms. K's least favorite genre (even lower ranking than "ghetto lit") and of course not easy for anyone to read.  According to the reports, there was not a dry eye among us (except perhaps the steely Blondie--or did her tears just freeze to solid ice in that snowy Sun Valley clime?).  Certainly El Jefe blubbered the whole way through, although admittedly that's not saying much coming from someone who gets equally choked up watching the GE Healthymagination commercials or the ads for the United Negro College Fund.

But aside from featuring Children in Peril, Ms. K thought the story was contrived, excessive, and written with the sole purpose of tugging at one's heartstrings from cover to cover.  The other main critique of this book was that its protagonist, Julia, went off on a self-indulgent lark when she started flying around the world to track down Sarah's only remaining family member--her son who knew nothing of the circumstances of Sarah's tragic childhood.  Some of us couldn't understand what possessed her to undertake this mission, which was bound to bring shock and hurt to Sarah's unsuspecting kin.  Others of us empathized with Julia's need to make an apology, to clear her conscience, and to see that Sarah's legacy was not forgotten.  Nor will the horrific events of the Vel'd'Hiv' be forgotten thanks to this book.  It was stunning that none of us, at least those educated in the United States, had ever been taught about the Vel' d'Hiv in our high school history classes, and barely about the Nazi occupation of France at all.  Even La Mademoiselle said that her knowledge of that time and some of the political figures involved was only partly learned in school, the rest picked up from the dinner table grumblings of her pere every time the controversial Francois Mitterand came on TV.  Kudos to this brave, French author for bringing to light a sad and shameful subject that many would rather leave in the darkness. 

Rafle du Vel' d'Hiv.  July 16-17, 1942, Paris.

Inside the Vel' d'Hiv.

Le Monument Commemoratif de la Rafle du Vel' d'Hiv.  Paris 15e.

Our next meeting, as of now, is on the regularly-scheduled day in April.  Blondie is going to try to host while she is in town.  If memory serves (and usually it doesn't), the Doctor is bringing apps and Red dessert.  The May meeting will be at Chez Jefe.  Our two books are below, and my favorite advice is above.  

P.S.  Can we give it up for Kathryn Bigelow?!  The first female to win the Best Director award in 82 years of Oscars!  And a Columbia grad to boot...

Thinking in Pictures, and Other Reports from My Life with Autism, by Temple Grandin.

Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger.

When You Are Engulfed In Flames

It's amazing how quickly a glass of wine puts one at ease after the drive out to the 'Dena.  Thus, we settled onto Red's newly white sofas and savoured the past month's gossip and une assiette de fromages.  They say a respectable cheese platter should consist of three to five cheeses, assorted as to country of origin, texture, flavor (mild, strong), or milk type.  Complimentary sides such as a bowl of almonds, sliced salami, or mixed olives add variety and color to the presentation.  Naturally, one would expect La Mademoiselle to be well-versed in matters de fromage, and our offering was nothing short of decadent:  D'affinois (Rhone, cow), Montbriac (Pouligny-Saint-Pierre, cow), and Humboldt Fog (Humboldt, California, goat).

Montbriac, soft, creamy texture, with blue veining.

Humboldt Fog, luscious with a subtle tangy flavor.

Most of the opening sequence was devoted to a comparison of our favorite online luxury retailers and their shipping policies.  Yes, ladies, this is important business, particularly since it led to the discovery that the Club of Books is actually magic.  One evening we decry those who aim to profit from their bulk shipping discounts, and the very next morning Gilt Groupe offers free shipping for the day.  A coincidence you say?  Oh ye of little faith.

For dinner we feasted on roast tri-tip, pommes dauphinoise, and haricots verts in a balsamic shallot dressing.  Lish!  But wait, there's more.  Never one to settle for the merely conventional, Red substituted Comte in favor of traditional Gruyere.  It was a tasty trade that rendered the crust of the gratin even more delightfully gooey.  Red recommends the Oxo mandoline over Zyliss.

 Pommes Dauphinoise

Oxo Mandoline, $69.95 at Crate and Barrel.

For dessert was that relaible standby, brownies a' la mode.  Like a trusted friend, always there when needed.

When You Are Engulfed In Flames, by David Sedaris, scored a respectable 7.4.

The good thing about books comprised of short stories is that one can come away with a sense of satisfaction even without reading to the last page.  The drawback is that the book as a whole is at risk for lacking the cohesivenss that comes from having a classic beginning, middle, and end.  In this case, however, the common thread tying the whole work together is Sedaris himself, whose outlandish and neurotic approach to life is the centerpiece of his distinctive brand of humor.  That one individual can land himself in so many offbeat situations is an impressive feat.  But at the same time it leads to questions... How does this guy remember everything?  Has he been taking notes on his life since the fifth grade?  Are these vignettes all drawn from his own experience, or has he placed himself in other people's stories in order to fill up the book?  What if some of the tales are made up entirely?  But, reader, if you can suspend disbelief then you are guaranteed to guffaw in bed when Sedaris gets trapped in the back of a New York taxicab while the driver talks about f*#%y  f#@k, or tests out the Stadium Pal in an attempt to "accessorize."  Sedaris is a master of taking these mundane and yet somehow familiar personal foibles and finding among them unexpected connections that give the story a bigger meaning.  Larry David, Ira Glass, and Jeannette Walls (the Glass Castle), to name a few, probably owe one to Mr. Sedaris, big time.

Memory Lane:  Freakonomics, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner (Feb. 2006).

Our next meeting is at Ms. K's house on Wednesday, March 3.  The Foxx is bringing apps, and Logan's Run is in charge of dessert.  We are reading Sarah's Key, by Tatiana de Rosnay.  And we must, dear readers, give a What What! to my hometown N'awlins Saints.  Well done players!

Quarterback Drew Brees (9) holds the Vince Lombardi Trophy after the Saints' 31-17 win against the Indianapolis Colts at Super Bowl XLIV.