Vanity Fair Amongst the Lotus Eaters

Sometimes I miss California.  Some of my family moved there when I was young and once we'd traveled west to see them, California became more than another state on the map; it became a state of mind.  It was a place with gentler weather and attitudes that believed in potential as much as my home state believed in realism, or at least that's how it seemed at the time.  Granted, this was between the late 60's and early 80's when California was "the place to be" and I was getting trips to Disneyland but I still miss that pervasive feeling of "yes" that was the California I knew.  The residents (very few of the people I met there were natives) might have seemed a little self-indulgent at times but most of them turned out to be very kind and I really loved being there.  All those feelings rush back whenever I pick up Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City.

Maupin was another Golden State émigré when he started writing a syndicated column about San Francisco and the other immigrants who found themselves in its embrace during the 1970’s. He wanted to report on the phenomenon of grocery-store cruising (think of it as singles bar with produce) without naming any names.  So he published a fictionalized news column that introduced the slightly out-of-step Midwesterner, Mary Ann Singleton to this meat market with a butcher’s shop.  People wrote to his paper's publisher asking for more of Mary Ann’s adventures and Maupin obliged adding Mona Ramsey, the aging refugee from the 60’s whose ramshackle life was, in her own terms, “down to seeds and stems” and Mona’s best friend, Michael “Mouse” Tolliver.   No one would believe it now but Maupin broke ground in Tales of the City with Michael as one of the first leading gay characters in a continuing serial.  By this time, California readers of his column were faxing it to friends in Barstow and Phoenix.  A whole host of wonderful characters showed up including the perpetual lothario, Brian Hawkins and everyone’s favorite landlady, Anna Madrigal.  Then the real fun began.

Have you ever read Thackeray’s comedy, Vanity Fair?  It’s a wonderful satire of English society where everyone is trying to get ahead, socially, financially or otherwise.  It has a host of characters and the minor ones you meet in the beginning find their way back to the plot by the end.  Tales of the City is like that.  The plot is ridiculously interconnected (although many of the characters don’t know all the connections) so half of the fun of the story is guessing where and how the guy in Chapter Two will come back in Chapter Ten.  Maybe that was Maupin’s way of playing games or keeping his readers interested but I think it was an observation about San Francisco: never mind how big this place looks from the air; we’re really a very small town.

Like any small town, secrets and scandals abound and there's a half-hearted mystery to boot but the clearest theme in this first book is that San Francisco is a great place if you are looking for your life. (There are nine installments in this series so far and I've quit believing Maupin when he says he's finished; he fooled me twice before with those words and twice fooled is my legal limit.)    Maupin opens this book with a quote from Oscar Wilde:"It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco."   Maybe that's because for some, it remains "the place to be."  A place where the very nature of being includes a laid-back enjoyment of life.  Where anything can happen and anyone can reappear.  Now, that's what I call potential.

The Girls After My Own Heart...

There are lots of books about young women.  And there are lots of books about gorgeous women.  There are books about tall women, women who don't realize how lovely they are and too damn many books about women who stay thin or physically fit without effort.  Now a lot of these gals aren't bad characters; heck, some of them are my long-time favorites but it does get tiresome to run into the same type of heroine, day after day.  Thank God for Sue Ann Jaffarian and her creation, Odelia Grey.  They're the girls that break the cliches.

Odelia may be fictional but she's a girl after my own heart.  She's not thin, she's not young and (like me) she works for lawyers.  Not the usual girl on the book cover.  At the start of her first adventure, Too Big to Miss, Odelia's life is a bit in the dumps.  Her good boss is retiring, the last date needed firing and skinny shop girls want to treat her like dreck.  Odelia knows how to stand up for herself and she gives as good as she gets but it's sad living that much of life on the defensive and the death of her friend Sophie makes things worse.  Of all of the over-weight, under-tall, not-so-youthful people in the world, Sophie was one who charged Odelia's confidence, insisted all people are beautiful, regardless of Body Mass Index and got Odelia to believe it too.  Now, Odelia has to close out her Sophie's professional and personal business affairs and what Odelia learns in the process turns her own world upside down.  Despite set backs and set-ups, the heroine of Too Big to Miss moves forward, trying to find justice for a friend who wanted decent treatment for everyone.  If you read it, I know you'll like the finish.

I had the pleasure of hearing Sue Ann Jaffarian speak a few years ago when I was feeling low.  Like me and Odelia, she's a professional paralegal and none of us would be described as skinny or tall.  Still, Sue Ann impressed me with her verve and frank remarks about her life as a novelist.  She said she'd always wanted to be a published writer and she finally decided to become one.  Fear didn't stop her and failure of the first book didn't stop her either.  She wrote again and again, refusing to give up so she eventually achieved her goal.  Now she's one of the recognized authors of "cozy" mysteries, those books with just enough blood and zing to keep a reader interested but not nauseated.   Perfect books for a snow day or a holiday or a sick day propped up in bed.  I love them, not just because I know the life of a paralegal or a bit about Julian, California (it's the site of another mystery series Jaffarian writes and close to where my grandparents lived.) but because her characters are so darn likeable.  I suspect they take after their author.

But Odelia's the girl after my heart, along with the gal who created her.  Both of them take risks and don't apologize for being themselves.  They're smart, funny and  and they leave you with memories you'll love.  Those are good traits to find in any heroine.  They're even better when they appear in real life.

Drawing back the curtain

One of the amazing powers of literature is its ability to draw aside the curtain.  Writers who have experienced other roles in life use their background for a book and the readers get a glimpse of life-in-the-trenches written by someone who knows what they're talking about.  Want to see World War I as a medic?  Pick up Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms.  How much of Mad Men is true?  Try Jerry Della Femina's From those Wonderful Folks Who Gave You Pearl Harbor, a terrific book on advertising.  Those books and others entertain us with insights into the human condition but they also enlighten readers by revealing a world we've never known.  One of my best friends recommended a book that fits in this shelf.  No matter what else happens I guarantee you won't forget You're Stepping on My Cloak and Dagger.  Who could give us a better inside view at military intelligence than a former OSS officer?

Roger Hall was an army lieutenant during World War II, ensconced on a base in Louisiana when luck and poor work on the commander's baseball team led to a transfer to the Office of Strategic Services, a precursor to the CIA.  Because of his training as a teacher, the OSS initially had him teach other recruits the basics of scouting and patrolling.  Hall was qualified because he'd grown up near the training camp and already knew the landscape.  Eventually he went to paratrooper school where he got the immortal advice on landing, "Feet together or broken ankles. Take your choice, sir."  After that came more training, testing and some instruction in Spies 101 where the exams included being able to walk into any town, without ID and then get a job in and data on a place that ought to be using security.  In order to keep up one cover story, our hero ends up making an impromptu plea in a factory to buy war bonds.  The speech is so successful, the newspaper writes an article on him.   Nothing like keeping a low profile!

Hall's intelligence shows as well as the attitude that made him a writer instead of a CIA agent: As one commander said, "You're much too impatient with inefficiency, either above or below you and with yourself as well.  In an organization that makes as many mistakes as this one has and always will, too much obvious impatience will brand you as a maverick."  Hall was an intelligent maverick and a lucky man to boot.  When he's sent into occupied France, he parachutes, not into a nest of Nazis but behind American lines.  Patton got through two hours before he landed. Then he does map duty in unoccupied France and battles a stuffy British major.  He finally goes from training to real action just in time to take the surrender of Hitler's troops remaining in Norway.  Hall runs from one operation to the next, helping where he can and learning a lot about the brave, incredible people who did the impossible to aid the Allies during World War II.  Because of of this book, we get a birds-eye view of a small but important section of a very big war. 

There's a rumor that the CIA used to show copies of this book to their new recruits and say, "Never let this happen again."  I think that's sad.  People in the intelligence community must be smart to do their work and many smart people are iconoclasts, Roger Hall included. Yes, they can be harder to monitor (ask any teacher with gifted students) than the rest of us average Joes but these are the people we rely on for original and critical thinking, a commodity sorely needed in security and defense.  As it is, Roger Hall served his nation and the world, first in secret and then by telling tales.  Thank goodness he survived the war to pull the curtain back for us.

When the door to the unknown opens

Every once in a while an author comes along that recalls the viewpoint of a child.  Not any child in particular, only what it was like to always be the youngest person in the room, with the most amount of instruction, whose opinions carry the least weight in a family.  Because, along with being loved and read to and coddled and warm, that's what it feels like sometimes when you're a kid.  Anyway, Neil Gaiman knows that.  Like Roald Dahl and T. H. White and Lewis Carroll before him, he remembers how even loved kids sometimes want more from their lives, more attention, more influence, more glamor.  And he puts this in his books, along with what comes from granted wishes.  The man's written many terrific books but if you're not familiar with his work, may I begin the acquaintance?  Let me introduce you to someone special, a girl named Coraline.

Coraline is a girl with a problem.  As a matter of fact, she is bored.   Her family's moved into a very old house that has been turned into apartments and her parents have focused on their work.  Her folks love her and care for her but, right now, they're too busy to pay much attention.  The neighbors aren't bad, but they're grown and they always mispronounce her name and predict she's going into danger.  This is not what a young girl wants.  Nope, Coraline wants some attention, and a mother who cooks, a father than listens and a look in the apartment next door.   There's a brick wall and a locked door between that empty flat and hers, at least there is until Coraline sneaks out the key, opens the lock and the bricked wall she once saw has vanished...so Coraline goes exploring.  Like Alice through the Looking Glass, she finds a world much like her own until you get to the details.  Here, the folks pays attention and the toys are all alive and the "other mother" cooks and looks at the world through sewn-on, shoe-button eyes.  There's something not right with this world even with all these improvements and Coraline returns to the real world before they can change out here eyes. And this is where Coraline leaves Alice behind.

Now I love the Alice books.  From 5th grade through 8th grade, I re-read them continually and I can still recite Jabberwocky by heart.  But Alice's adventures are bordered by her workaday world.  When the story needed to end or got too complex Alice would wake and the Red Queen and Mock Turtle would vanish.  Magic couldn't follow her back.  But Coraline eventually realizes opening the door let the "other world" into hers and real parents are no match for the Other-Mother's schemes.  In order to return to her world, Coraline has to save it, with the aid of a cat and her brain.   Well, there's a whole lot more but you'll need to read the book.

Coraline's perfect for anyone who is waiting or for folks who've yearned to explore the unknown.  If you remember feeling curious about the other side of the world or wondering what's inside a stone, spend an hour or two with this brave adventurer.   And remember to watch your step and avoid people with buttons for eyes.

A Book for Dark Cold Night

We're deep in the throes of winter now with the mercury hugging the bottom of the temperature gauge and snow depth being measured in feet.  Everyone I know is huddled up, snuggled down, wrapped in layers and beseeching God for a little Global Warming to thaw out the frozen ground.  During these long, frozen nights a house almost becomes a living thing, cradling and caring for the creatures within. Our slippered feet scuffle across its floors and we sink into chairs by the fireside content, with our books and our layers, to let winter rage outdoors because it can't touch us in here.  Winter is the time to cherish your home.

So this may not be the best night to read The House Next Door, the second novel by Anne Rivers Siddons.  It's a great story, set in Atlanta in the 1970's and it's the kind of book that will keep you wound up in its pages, but imaginative people may want to leave this till summer.  During these months we need to believe we are safe when we're home and the house in these pages is wicked.

No one in the neighborhood wants to see the new house go up.   This is a settled, nice block of people with comfortable lives and the new home threatens their pattern.   The small forest between lots will be gone, the new neighbors may not fit in and the house design is modern, at odds with the brick and mortar homes that fill their tree-lined street.  So the success of the finished house is astounding.  With muted steel, wood and glass it harmonizes with the earth on its pie-wedge shaped lot and appears so organic one visitor whispers it looks like it grew there instead of being constructed.   It's a fantastic house to look at and it's brand-spanking new.   So why does it seem to be haunted?

In literature, most houses become haunts for a reason.   Somebody died there, someone was tortured there, it was the site of a terrible conflict.  All of those hauntings make sense.   The House Next Door changes the formula a bit and suggests (like Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House) that some houses are born bad.  No rationale or reason but a cold determined intelligence in the walls that discovers what is dearest to every human and destroys what they care for in a way that will hurt them the most.   At least that's what Colquitt Kennedy thinks.

Colquitt is the narrator in The House Next Door and prime witness as the unwilling next-door neighbor.  Colquitt knows she and her husband have been (until now) luckier than they deserve: they've fought no wars nor sacrificed for the good life they have and their prosperity comes from being in the right place at the right time.  She and her husband, Walter, both work for what they have and they appreciate their life but she's keenly aware that they haven't really earned the good they've known. Part of The House Next Door is what happens when middle-class-to-affluent Americans come face-to-face with a crisis and how they earn the lives they've enjoyed. 

Since the book is almost forty years old, the tale is a bit dated (some situations would not have developed if these characters had cell phones) but the central ideas transcend.  In Danse Macabre (a fine critical book on the horror genre) Stephen King explains why the concept of haunted houses gets to us so.  Home is the one place we can be vulnerable, where we can shed the protective persona we show to the outside world.  When home isn't safe or sane, then no place is safe anymore. 

As for me, the book is a great read for a long winter's night but I know when to put it down.  Like Colquitt and her husband, I love my home and my life and if I pass a certain point in this story, I will have to finish the novel and then read something wholesome for a few hours before I can shut my eyes.  So read the book with my blessing but do it in easy stages, or when you're away from home.  If you imagine houses have feelings, leave one for spring.  You need to find comfort where you live when the world is cold.

Unhappily Ever After...

Yes, it's hearts and flowers day, the annual celebration of the "people in pairs" that make up a big segment of our civilization.  Hey, I'm all for marriage.  A good marriage becomes the third part of a romantic relationship and it nurtures the people in it as well as those around it.  It brings out the best in the partners.  But people are limited and, despite our prayers and best wishes, not every romance becomes a good marriage.  Listen, if you go by Stephen King's volume of that name, you may rethink Valentine's Day altogether.  If a good marriage is the base of the best of all worlds, you'll find nothing but hell in the bad.

The title tale is one of King's famous "what if" thoughts that popped up during an article on BTK.  You remember him?  I do.  I, and later my mother, lived in Wichita during the years that serial killer was free.  His actions were terrible and one of the bad parts when they caught him was he looked so ordinary, which is part of King's point.   If monsters look and talk and dress pretty much like everyone else, how can the sane person pick one out? The answer is, sometimes we can't.  In real life, Paula Rader couldn't because, even in a good marriage, one spouse can't know the other completely.  A Good Marriage  explores what might have happened if she had.  Here, Darcy Anderson is a middle-aged housewife, comfortable with a her empty nest home, devoid of drama.  Then a discovery in the garage leads to research and an inescapable conclusion: her quiet, Scout-leading, coin-collecting husband is actually one of those unseen monsters, a torturing serial killer.  To Darcy's credit, she realizes that none of her husband's past awful actions are her fault but what happens next falls on her.  If she turns him in, what will that do to her just-grown children and those who, like her, knew only his good side?   If she doesn't can she live with what she knows?  Can she trust her husband won't kill or again or that he will let her survive?  Darcy is a good woman who, one way or the other, has to do a really bad thing. What she does makes the story worth reading.

The companion tale, 1922, looks at love and murder from a different perspective, one that owes much to one of his earlier tales, Delores Claiborne.  If you remember, Delores Claiborne had to confess she killed her husband, Joe St. George, to escape being charged with a murder she didn't commit.   Well, imagine if Joe murdered Delores and you hear the story from his perspective.  That's closer to Wilfred James in 1922.

Wilfred is a man with two dreams, to farm and live life as he likes.  By the way, one of the best parts of this story is how the isolation of the prairie is captured.  The middle of the Great Plains can feel like the back edge of nowhere and those who live there begin to crave the endless space or they hate it.  My mother hated it and so does Mrs. Wilfred James, so much so she's willing to sell her inherited land to a food processing concern and move to a city like Omaha.  Wilf needs the farm and he knows any processing plant that goes in will ruin the water that feeds his acreage, so he can't let her sell it.  An unsolvable problem, especially since Wilf can't come up with the bucks to buy out his wife, not that he would.  As far as he's concerned, the inherited land should be his, an asset of the marriage and no judge is going to break apart the land or his relationship.

Now everyone knows the wage of sin is death, like they know Stephen King writes scary stories so don't be surprised when I say 1922 is not something to read late at night. Like an idiot, I did and more than one unpleasant image showed back up in my dreams.   1922 is an entertaining, if predictable tale and I'm sure I'll re-read it but when the sun will be high for hours.  I can stand a lot of King's spookier creations trolling around in my subconscious (hell, I love Bag of Bones and It) but I draw the line at rats.  'Nuff said.

So if you're in love this Valentines Day, I'm happy for you.  Go celebrate it.   If not, I hope you're a happy singleton (to steal a word from Armistead Maupin) and please celebrate your life as it is.  Either way is good.  Just remember that "to love" is an active verb and the basis of any good marriage is two people actively working together to make a love that nurtures them both.  If you forget that, you're looking for trouble.  Find it and you might end up down the well, with the rats.

The difference 'tween diamonds and pearls

When you're an English Major, you have to deal with Jane Austen.  She's one of the writers whose work you have to know before you graduate, like the medical students have to pass A&P.  This can be a problem because readers love or they hate her books with a passion.  There's no middle ground.  Granted, Mark Twain said an ideal library contains none of her stories but his heroes create their own destinies by ignoring the rules of their cultures. Miss Austen's characters don't have that luxury.  They have to carve solutions to their problems out of a narrower field.  Nevertheless, constraints don't defeat Austen heroines, they enhance them. Difficulties turn Jane's women into jewels.

Pressure abounds in Pride and Prejudice.  The Bennet daughters are all old enough to marry but there's an unspoken demand that at least one of the girls marry a man with money.  Mr. Bennet has no savings and his death would leave any dependent family homeless. The two older sisters know this although both would rather marry for love than a fortune. They also live in a world that runs on gossip and rumor and it's hard to find the truth.  Nevertheless, Elizabeth Bennet withstands the stress with good sense and humor, refusing to marry the wrong man or  avoid the right one, once she sees him.  She can be misled into a mistake but no one can push Elizabeth into acting against her own conscience or will.  Instead, she stays true to her convictions and charms us with her sparkling wit.  Pressure makes lesser women crumble; it shapes Miss Bennet into a diamond.

Pressure isn't what bothers Elinore Dashwood as much as heartbreak. Within the first two chapters she's loses her father and the only home she's ever known.   Then the family of the man she cares for treats her badly.   Elinor keeps most of this incredibly painful stuff to herself since her mother and sisters share at least two-thirds of her heartbreak and she doesn't want to add to their burdens.  So Elinor becomes the Dashwood who faces reality and tries to get on with life, no matter how hard that is.  She persuades her mother to live within a budget and maintain good friendships with the neighbors who like to help their family.  She begs her younger sister, Marianne, to  behave respectably in public since good manners and reputation are only assets their family has left.  No matter how unhappy she is, Elinore returns malice with civility and kindness with generosity to make life as pleasant as she can for everyone. Her disappointments become the seeds that start her selfless generosity and compassion for others like a piece of sand becomes the instrument that starts a pearl. If Elizabeth sparkles like a diamond, Elinore's kindness gleams through Sense and Sensibility like a pearl that's caught the light.

Perhaps Miss Austen's books aren't for everyone and it's odd they're classified as tales of romance.  They're not about adventurers but conventional people living conventional lives and they're downright unromantic when it comes to the subject of money.  They honor the tedious virtues of patience, loyalty and truth while making fun of snobs and fools.  But they are intelligent, humorous stories and they're all about the art of the possible.  And their heroines are gems.  You just have to choose your preference, diamonds or pearls. 

Telling Young Adults the Truth

Science fiction is just fiction with science.  That was the argument the guys in my generation made in class when they compared the work of Hardy, Thackery or some other school-board sanctioned novelist to a story they preferred.  Despite the teacher's efforts to introduce us to the literary gems of previous centuries, these fellows found subtly in the characters of Ray Bradberry and ambiguity in the plots of Isaac Asimov.  Remember, these were the guys who ran home from school each day to catch the last half of Star Trek and Twilight Zone reruns because VCRs, DVRs and streaming had not been invented.  Nerds long before Comic-Con and Big Bang Theory gave them a sense of pride.  I didn't mind them (victims themselves, they tended to avoid picking on others) but on this point, I thought they were wrong.  English instructors implied that Science Fiction stories were obsessed with machinery and sex and the writers couldn't see beyond those fixations.  I believed this until I read Podkayne of Mars.   I learned, so help me, I learned.

Podkayne of Mars is a turning point book in the career of Robert Anson Heinlein, one of the three deans of Science Fiction.  Kid-lit was how he got started and one of the few markets then that welcomed SF because these were adventure stories and the hero is usually a boy.  Podkayne Fries is the exception to this rule; she's an irrepressible girl whose life on Mars is marred only by her pain-in-the-neck little brother, Clark and the fact she can't travel and see Earth as expected.  Seems the embryonic siblings her parents had kept in stasis were thawed and brought to birth size by clerical error and her mother refuses to travel with three babies.  (I can't blame Poddy's Mom; traveling with one kid in nappies was hard enough; three would be impossible.)  The chance to see Earth is rescued when Poddy's Uncle Tom offers to escort her and Clark himself but everything on the trip implodes after Clark is kidnapped.  It seems that dear Uncle Tom is a high-powered politician and taking these kids on a cruise was his cover story for an ultra-secret diplomatic mission.  Podkayne searches for her brother and for the truth beneath each batch of lies, undismayed by the duplicity of grownups.  Her brother, Clark ends up with the sadder but clearer grasp on reality.

Mr. Heinlein originally submitted this as a "cadet story" (YA had not been identified as a genre at that time) in the early 1960's.  He had churned out space boy adventure stories for years by then and he wanted Podkayne to be a more complex and sensitive novel for his maturing readers.  The editors hated it.  The characters weren't simple, the ending wasn't happy and they wanted changes.  Heinlein managed to keep much of the complexity but he finally rewrote the ending.  Now the original ending is sad but inevitable, in terms of story, and it gives the story needed impact - it feels true.  It also gives the character of Podkayne gravitas.  If a girl is sweet, funny and optimistic when the world's at peace, that's not unusual, but if she remains that way in the face of overwhelming evil she's Anne Frank.  Like Clark, we end up seeing Podkayne as one of Lincoln's "Angels of our Better Nature" and hoping she's right about humanity.  Still, none of this works with the revised ending.  It only works if you tell the reader the truth: not every good ending is happy. 

We seem to be closer to this these days although I think most adults underestimate the ability of children to deal with the truth.  They don't need the gritty details that give us PTSD but they don't need to be lied to either.  There are few certainties in this world but one of them is that young kids believe what we tell them.  In omitting the truth we disarm them.  And once we lose that trust, it's gone.  That's one of the lessons Heinlein teaches in Podkayne of Mars.  It's science fiction about humanity in real-life .

Spinning a whole new tale

Think about yarn for a moment.  If you look at it under the microscope, you'll see that it's a series of fibrous strands that have been woven together so tightly they seem to fuse into a single cord.  Little ends of the strands edge free from the cord and catch the light that shines on the weave. Story yarns are the same: a woven rope of characters, narrative and plot points pull the entire tale together while, here and there, a strand can catch the light.  Some story yarns are so strong that other writers can spread out their elements, and then reweave them into another pattern that shows what you didn't see before.  Gregory Maguire did this with Wicked and Joan Aiken rewove Jane Austen's Emma into her own Jane Fairfax.  I love this technique but the one I love even more is when a writer pulls one of the glinting  ends at the edge of a story and teases a whole new tale from that thread.  T. K. Thorne did this in 2011 when she pulled the bright thread of a character from the book of Genesis and created a tale named Noah's Wife.  At last, the Lady of the Ark has a voice.

Her name is Na'amah and the locals agree she's unusual.  Not quite right.  Because her recall of  detail, Na'amah can recite the markings and lineage of every sheep in the flock but she can't look most people in the eye.  She's direct to the point of being rude and has difficulty understanding humor or lies.  She's not sure the gods really exist.  She's only sure about what she learns through her senses which is how she meets the boat maker.  "Why do you wrinkle your nose,"  Noah asks.  "Because you smell bad" replies Na'amah.

Genesis mentions Na'amah only in genealogical terms (a descendant of Cain) and Noah's wife in lists relating to the ark but a Jewish text interpreting Genesis says these two were one and the same. T K Thorne takes it a step further by giving  Na'amah a personality, opinions and a soul to match the man of history she married.  The hard life of her biblical tribe is here as well as the problems that confound people today.  Na'amah faces her tragedies and triumphs with the same tears and joy  we know and her retelling of the story of the flood comes with a perspective that accounts for the world-changing event as well as the problems of living in a boat with a bunch of incontinent animals. 

Life and love, death and despair are all part of the human condition.  This is not subject to change.  How we react to these is so variable and important that we've woven a tapestry of stories to guide us through each part of our lives.  Noah's Wife was once an idea, teased from a glinting edge of a character that lived in the first book of the Bible.  Now Na'amah repeats her life's story and it becomes a guide on how to live until you're sure life will continue.   And someday that continuing life may spin another tale that glints on the edges of hers. 

Why haven't they made a movie of this?

Like a lot of folks, I'm nuts about movies.  For decades I've spent lots of leisure time sitting in the dark, staring at a screen and believing that no matter how big a problem is, it can be introduced, muddled over and solved within two hours, two and a half, if a war is involved.  And while I often hate what a film adaption does to a book's story, (don't get me started on The Prince of Tides) some adaptations work well and some stories are downright cinematic and need to be retold.  Last month I was looking for  a book on World War II that my husband hasn't yet read (not an easy task!) when I ran across The Forgotten 500.  Not only did it make a great gift; it would make a brilliant movie and the film industry wouldn't have to stretch the truth.  This story writes itself.

It's 1944 and the USAFF is flying combat missions with other allied crews from Italy into Germany every day.  Part of their flight path took them over what was then Yugoslavia and the planes were often hit by German troups.  The crew of a crashing plane could bail out but their survival depended on who found them because the area was occupied by the Germans and the area was not really united.  Serbian citizens found, cared for and sheltered hundreds of American airman, often risking and losing their own lives in the process, but as long as the Nazis continued to search the area, the Americans were on dangerous ground.  How could they safely get home?

Getting word back to the U. S. was an adventure in itself but Intelligence about the downed fliers finally reached the Yugoslavian embassy in the U. S. An employee there wrote her husband, an OSS officer,  about the Americans.  He organized Operation Halyard, the plan to airlift the fliers back to safety.   For this to work, the cooperating Serbians would have build an airstrip big enough for Cargo planes out in the woods out of sight of the encamped Germans.  Regular communication would have to be established with the missing Americans to let them know of the plans and some night cargo planes would fly in, land safely on the darkened air strip and pick them up, still without alerting the Germans.  Believe it or not, the story gets more dramatic after that but I won't tell you more except to leave you with an image.  Imagine a Cargo plane filling rapidly with allied soldiers that have run from the woods to the fuselage.  Outside are the villagers who have kept them alive.  When the soldiers sit down, they start unlacing their boots. Their boots are  thrown out the door to the villagers, whose feet are covered in felt.   It's the best way the soldiers have to say "Thank You."

Yugoslavia has long since broken up and the Serbian General who helped with Operation Halyard is either (depending on who you listen to) a martyred hero or a slick opportunist whose execution was the result of a lost political fight.   But more than four hundred allied service men (most of them American) lived because of the efforts of that general and the Serbian villagers who risked everything to protect strangers.  It's an incredible tale and one that deserves to be told and retold again and again.  When human history is this good, why bother making stuff up?   The Forgotten 500 is a wonderful book.  It would make a brilliant movie.