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Werner Cohen and Gail Rosen Speak Hilda Stern Cohen’s Words

On October 18, 2009, at the Bethesda, Md., The Writer’s Center held a reading of Holocaust survivor Hilda Stern Cohen‘s work, published for the first time in English–translated from her native German–in Words That Burn Within Me.

Her husband Dr. Werner Cohen laid the groundwork for the reading by describing how he came upon her journals after her passing and how he strove to bring those writings to publication.  She wrote about 150 poems in addition to her prose.

Initially his wife’s writings were published in German: Genagelt ist meine Zunge. The Words That Burn Within Me, which is the English publication, took its title from one of Cohen’s poems, which “bitterly laments how her own sense of self is tied to a language and culture that sought to destroy her.”

He also did a delightful and impassioned introduction of the unique qualities of her writing, particularly since she observed not only her own suffering but that of those around her in the Lodz Ghetto and the concentration camp of Auschwitz.

Gail Rosen read from Words That Burn Within Me, which include not only Rosen’s interview material with Hilda before her death, but also Hilda’s essays and poetry.  I’m going to let the videos I shot during the reading speak for themselves.

For more about the reading, please visit my D.C. Literature Examiner page.

I wanted to point out that Hilda Stern Cohen lived in Baltimore, Md., with her husband and children, though most of her writing did occur in a “displaced persons camp” following WWII and the Holocaust, I think Marylanders can claim her as their own.

Mailbox Monday #52

Welcome to Mailbox Monday, sponsored by Marcia of The Printed Page, where bloggers reveal their bookish finds from the bookstore, giveaways, the library, and other venues.

These are the books I’ve collected via co-workers in the last few weeks that I kept forgetting to put in previous Mailbox Monday posts:


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1.  Scandal Becomes Her by Shirlee Busbee


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2.  The Virgin of Small Plains by Nancy Pickard


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3.  Another Thing to Fall by Laura Lippman


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4.  She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb

5.  Storming the Heavens by Daniel Peris

Addendum:  I got one book in the mail that I ordered from Maya Ganesan’s Website, and you’ve seen it in the mailbox before since I borrowed it from Susan at Color Online.

 6.  Apologies to an Apple by Maya Ganesan


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7.  Words That Burn Within Me by Hilda Stern Cohen, which I purchased at the local reading at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Md., on Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009.

What did you get in your mailbox?

Winners. . .

I’ve been remiss in announcing the winners of several giveaways lately.  It’s been hectic with book tours and other events, but I wanted to recognize the latest winners over the past several months.


Winner of The Day the Falls Stood Still by Cathy Marie Buchanan was Marjorie.

Winner of FU, Penguin by Matthew Gasteier is Sandy of You’ve Gotta Read This!


Winner of Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro is Rebekah of Bookish Mom Reviews

Winner of A Disobedient Girl by Ru Freeman is Dorte of Tordenfluen and Skrive-bloggen and DJs krimiblog, which I found through BBAW this year.

Winner of the Autographed posters of Bran Hambric were Anna of Diary of an Eccentric, Windi Cindi, and Lindsay of The Book Addict’s Club and Lindsay’s photos

Winners of Rooftops of Tehran by Mahbod Seraji were Alyce of At Home With Books, Violet Crush, and Julia of Fertile Plots.

Winner of the prize pack of books was Grace of Books Like Breathing


Winner of Susan Helene Gottfried’s The Demo Tapes Year 2 was Julie of Booking Mama 


Winner of The Trials of the Honorable F. Darcy by Sara Angelini was Stacy of Stacy’s Books


Winner of Apologies to an Apple by Maya Ganesan was Mystica of Mystica and miscellaneous from sri lanka

Winner of Hex in High Heels by Linda Wisdom was Donnas of Donna’s Blog Home

Winner of A Match for Mary Bennet by Eucharista Ward was Jo-Jo of Jo-Jo Loves to Read!!!


Winner of Haunting Bombay by Shilpa Agarwal was Janel of Janel’s Jumble.

If you are waiting for your books, they should be in the mail this week.  Sorry for the delay!

17th Virtual Poetry Circle

Don’t forget about the Verse Reviewers link I’m creating here on Savvy Verse & Wit.

Send me an email with your blog information to savvyverseandwit AT gmail DOT com

And now, for the seventeenth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:

OK, Here’s a poem up for reactions, interaction, and–dare I say it–analysis:

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Sorry this one is a bit late.  I was having Internet issues all morning.  But now that it’s cleared up, here’s today’s classic poem for your enjoyment.  It’s by Edgar Allen Poe, since it is the time for Halloween; This is one of my favorites:

Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It’s never too late to join the discussion.

451 Fridays With Yours Truly. . .

Have you ever visited As Usual, I Need More Bookshelves on a Friday?

Well, if you haven’t, you’ve been missing out on a great feature inspired by Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

Elizabeth asks bloggers around the blogosphere for their opinions on which books they would like to memorize to preserve them and why.  We would memorize these books and pass them down to the next generation in a beautiful oral tradition, which reminds me of Homer and his stories.

Anyway, my picks are featured today, so go check them out.

Interview With Poet Thomas Stemmer

Thomas Stemmer recently agreed to an interview with myself and 32 Poems. And here is what he had to say. 

How would you introduce yourself to a crowded room eager to hang on your every word? Are you just a poet, what else should people know about you?

I cannot imagine a crowd eagerly listening to poetry. However, in 2008, when I was invited to a conference in Pakistan, I took part in a Mushaira (a traditional poetry reading), and indeed, everybody was very eager to listen. Even a peasant there knows verses of – let’s say – Rumi or local poets for example. This is incredible. But, I am just a poet, yes, a romantic in a way.

Do you have any obsessions that you would like to share?

Yes: My mechanic typewriter. I JUST LOVE IT!

From Shortest Poems these Days:

The Law of Grace
There is
Some good fat
Bavarian sausage
In the refrigerator.

 

Poetry is often considered elitist or inaccessible by mainstream readers. Do poets have an obligation to dispel that myth and how do you think it could be accomplished?

Poetry is not elitist. If you WANT to read poetry, you can. Everybody is responsible for himself. The accusation of elitism is just an excuse to cover up a certain – maybe unconscious – unwillingness, I suppose.

Do you have any favorite foods or foods that you find keep you inspired? What are the ways in which you pump yourself up to keep writing and overcome writer’s block?

Foods? No. But in order to overcome a writer’s block, I use to draw, to make collages on paper or to do more of my scientific work as a orientalist. On of these doors is always open. In case of poetic emergency: hours of daydreaming! That helps ALWAYS.

If you’ve enjoyed Thomas’ answers so far, I suggest you check out the rest of my interview with him over at 32 Poems Blog. Once there, you can find out about his workspace, his inspirations, and much more. Feel free to leave me comments and discuss Thomas’ work (sampled above), his interview, or your thoughts on poetry in general.

Laura Brodie in Silver Spring, Md.

Laura Brodie, author of The Widow’s Season, will be in Silver Spring, Md., tonight, Oct. 15, 2009, at 7 PM.

Where:

The Pyramid Atlantic Art Center
8230 Georgia Ave
Silver Spring, MD 20910

Who:

Laura Brodie, author of The Widow’s Season

Kim Roberts,  editor of Beltway Poetry Quarterly and author of the poetry collections
The Kimnama and The Wishbone Galaxy

Cynthia Atkins
, author of the poetry collection Psyche’s Weathers

Lesley Wheeler, author of the poetry collection Heathen

I’m going to try to make it to the reading if anyone is interested in hanging out.  I’ll probably be bringing my copy of The Widow’s Season and maybe meeting Laura in person–maybe she’ll autograph it for me.

Look for my review of this book next week.

In case you’ve missed them, check out my interview with Laura at D.C. Literature Examiner.

***Also, please leave a comment as to which tweet bird you like.  They are in the left hand column.  Check them out.***

The Tudor Rose by Margaret Campbell Barnes

Margaret Campbell Barnes’ The Tudor Rose:  A Novel of Elizabeth of York is a historical novel that chronicles the final moments of Edward IV’s reign in England and the usurpation of the thrown by Richard, Duke of Gloucester and later the conquest of England by Henry Tudor.

“Elizabeth came out of her own private thoughts with a start.  Her blue eyes stared almost uncomprehendingly.  During her short life she had become accustomed to being offered as matrimonial bait for some political reason or another; but the implications of her mother’s words appeared to have neither rhyme nor reason.”  (Page 55 of ARC)

Elizabeth of York, who is about age 17-19, is adrift in a family and country torn apart following the death of her father, Edward IV.  As she attempts to navigate the politics of a nation in turmoil and a family walled up in Westminster Abbey in sanctuary, she also has lost her sense of security and the love her father bestowed upon her willingly.  Throughout much of the book, Elizabeth vacillates from security and insecurity and reserve and outbursts.  In many ways, readers will find Elizabeth immature, particularly given her royal stature, and her character does not seem to improve much through out the novel–whether that is due to historical accuracy or not, it is unclear.

Despite the historical nature of The Tudor Rose, the narration flows like a contemporary novel and the dramatic revolving door of the kingdom is surprisingly easy to follow.  However, readers may find Elizabeth’s actions a bit out of character in some places or seem to happen on a whim without much forethought, though the historical events in the novel follow what can be found on Wikipedia.  Barnes is a capable author of historical fiction, particularly of the Tudor period in England.  The Tudor Rose is a fast-paced read and will entertain readers with a series of plot twists.

Thanks to Sourcebooks and Margaret Campbell Barnes for sending me a free copy of this book for review.  

Sourcebooks has offered 1 copy of The Tudor Rose by Margaret Campbell Barnes for a lucky U.S. or Canadian reader.  To Enter:

1.  Leave a comment on this post about what time period you enjoy reading about in historical fiction.

2.  Blog, Tweet, or Facebook this post.

Deadline is Oct. 20, 2009, at 11:59PM EST

Michael Baron Talks About his Writing Space

Michael Baron was kind enough to write up a short piece about his writing space as part of his time here on the blog.

I hope you’ll check out his vivid descriptions and enjoy the journey.  Please welcome Michael Baron:

Many years ago, when my wife and I were looking for a new house, we found a place that had a separate structure, maybe twenty feet from the main building, with high ceilings, wraparound windows, soaring bookcases, and a fireplace. My immediate thought was that this would be the perfect place to write. Unfortunately, we didn’t buy that house.

The house we did buy was lovely, but for years I didn’t have a proper writing space in it. The basement was quiet, but impersonal regardless of how I tried to dress it up. The living room, which we never used for its intended purpose, was too spacious and gave my then-toddler daughter far too easy access. It took her years to understand the concept of “Daddy’s working” when I was right down the hall from her (although since I’d worked from the house since she was an infant, she just assumed everyone did this. One day, she was visiting my sister and asked after her uncle. When my sister told her that he was at work, she walked all over the apartment and then returned to my sister, alarmed, and said, “I can’t find him!”).

Finally, two years ago – more than a decade into my career as a full-time writer – we did a major renovation on the house. It involved knocking down many walls, putting up several others, and repurposing huge chunks of square footage. As a result, for the first time, I have a true writer’s space. It isn’t nearly as impressive as the one in that house we decided not to buy, but it is, finally, a part of the house that exists exclusively for me to write. I have a window looking out on the woods accented by a glittery star that my oldest daughter made with a “make your own stained glass” kit when she was ten. My desk has some candles a psychic friend gave me, a pair of hand-carved bookends that house one copy of each of the books I’ve published, and many pictures of people hugging – my parents when they were newlyweds, my oldest daughter and son when they were little, my middle daughter and me, and my wife and me. Oh, and my Mac, of course. I tried hand-writing my books once. I didn’t get past the first paragraph of the introduction before I realized I didn’t have the right constitution for this.

The walls to my right and left are lined with bookcases. The ones on the right have my books, including foreign editions. The ones on the left feature books by writers I admire, ranging from Barbara Kingsolver to Maureen Dowd to Ray Bradbury to Lynne McTaggart (yes, I knew who she was before Dan Brown made such a bit deal about her). My first edition copy of William Faulkner’s Soldiers’ Payis there. Right next to my first edition copy of Dave Marsh’s Glory Days. Faulkner is the more poetic writer, but he could never belt an anthem like Springsteen.

I finally have my fireplace as well. I use this surprisingly infrequently. I had very romantic visions of igniting some logs on a February morning and writing crackling prose as the flames danced. In reality, the fireplace is something of a distraction. It seems a waste to burn the logs if I’m not going to watch them. It also heats up the office too much and makes me drowsy. The fireplace itself is very nice, though. It’s brick and brass with a mantle including all kinds of meaningful pieces, including a photo of my wife when she was a kid.

Of course, this is only my official writing space. In reality, much of the house is part of the process. I tend to pace quite a bit and the office isn’t nearly big enough to hold me when I need to pace. My new book, When You Went Awayis my first novel after many nonfiction books, and I found myself pacing considerably more as I wrote it. If I were having trouble with a bit of dialogue, I’d make a loop through the kitchen, the living room, maybe even upstairs to the bedrooms. Fiction is good for me because it expands my emotional range as a writer and it lets me get my roadwork in at the same time.

My writing space is humble, certainly much more so than if we’d bought that house with the separate structure. But it is decidedly mine and I definitely feel at home here.

Thank you, Michael, for a look inside your writing space.  If you missed my review of When You Went Away, please stop by and check it out.

When You Went Away by Michael Baron

Michael Baron‘s When You Went Away is more than a novel about grief and fatherhood; it’s a novel about being lost and the journey to find the right path.

Gerry Rubato has lost his whole world–first his daughter Tanya runs away with an older man at age 17 and then he loses his wife tragically.  All he has left to center him is his infant son, Reese.  The story is told from Gerry’s point of view, and much of the beginning pages focuses on his grief and confusion about how to move on.  Readers will be swept up in his grief, his struggle to find his way, and the dilemmas that face him when he begins to fall in love again.  However, despite the focus on Gerry’s grief, readers may not find When You Went Away to be a tearjerker. 

“And just for a second — that instant between dreaming and being awake when almost anything still seems possible — I believed that everything else about my dream was true as well.  My wife was next to me.  My daughter, five or nine or seventeen, was two doors down the hall, about to protest that it was too early to go to school.”  (Page 3 of ARC)

Reese becomes Gerry’s world for a long two months of seclusion before he heads back to work at a catalog firm.  Codie, his wife’s sister, becomes a sounding board for Gerry and he for her, allowing their relationship to go beyond sister-in-law and brother-in-law to confidants.  The first few weeks back to work for Gerry are rough with sympathetic looks and a number of “How are you feeling?” questions from coworkers.  Eventually, he finds a friend in Ally Rittan, a fellow creative mind.

“Ally slipped into the side door of my life and made herself at home without moving any of the furniture.” (Page 213 of ARC)

Readers will embark upon a meditative journey with Gerry and Reese as Gerry works through the loss of his wife, the realization that love can find you at the most inopportune moments, and the harsh realities of repairing a relationship with his lost daughter.  Some of the most insightful sections of the novel involve Gerry’s journal conversations with his daughter Tanya; they are frank and raw.

When You Went Away is an apt title given that the narration focuses on what Gerry feels, does, and how he reacts to the absence of his daughter and his wife, but readers may also find that this novel examines what can happen to the self when tragedy strikes and the journey it takes to locate or transform that lost self. 

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Thanks to Michael Baron, The Story Plant, and Joy Strazza at Joan Schulhafer Publishing and Media Consulting for sending me a free copy of this book for review.  

Michael Baron agreed to share with my readers his writing space in a guest post.  Check back tomorrow.

Mailbox Monday #51

Welcome to another Mailbox Monday, sponsored by Marcia at The Printed Page, on Sunday.

I’ve been relatively good in terms of not buying or accepting review copies in the last few weeks, but now the Book Blogger Appreciation Week wins seem to be starting to flow into the mailbox.

Here’s what made its way into my mailbox:

1.  The Lazy Environmentalist on a Budget by Josh Dorfman, which I got in the mail from Jeannie at I Like to Be Here When I Can.

2.  The Dogs of Babel by Carolyn Parkhurst, which I won during the Dog Days of Summer at Literate Housewife, and boy did we go through mail hell with this package from Amazon.

3.  Night of Flames by Douglas Jacobson for a Pump Up Your Book Promotion Tour near the end of October; this is yet another mailing fiasco–good thing Anna had a copy I’ve started to read.

4.  Girl With a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier, which I won during Book Blogger Appreciation Week.

What did you get in your mailbox this week?

16th Virtual Poetry Circle

Don’t forget about the Verse Reviewers link I’m creating here on Savvy Verse & Wit.

Send me an email with your blog information to savvyverseandwit AT gmail DOT com

And now, for the sixteenth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:

OK, Here’s a poem up for reactions, interaction, and–dare I say it–analysis:

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here. 


We’re looking at another contemporary poem today, and this one happens to be from a former professor of mine at Suffolk University, Fred Marchant, from his book Full Moon Boat (Page 33):

Archives

The photographs are kept in flint-gray boxes,
wheeled in on waist-high carts that squeak
and irritate the researcher taking notes nearby.
I lift the flimsy, protective tissue as if it were
gauze through which blood has been seeping,
and beneath is a field hospital where a medic
tends to a civilian woman’s wounded hip.
His eyes say she’s worse off than she thinks.

Next is a corpse in a hammering sun, torso
twisted over his legs.  Squatting beside him
is a boy whose bare white arms rest lightly
on his knees, a cigarette in his cupped hand.
The asked-for smile floats on his face,
is embarrassed and loyal only to the dead.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It’s never too late to join the discussion.