Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Secret History by Donna Tartt and The Catholic Novel





I finally got around to reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt, which has been "a serious novel" my literature major friends have been spurring me to read for years. I decided to get hip to Donna Tartt since she's this year's most talked of serious author since recently publishing The Goldfinch .

The Secret History is a surprising read, not so much in its backward plotting, it's a why-dunnit, but in it's very style and how it completely sucks you into a story which you thought you couldn't imagine relating to at the start. The characters are all preppy scholars at an upper crust, elite, private New England college who comprise the whole Greek Classics class.

Tartt perfectly portrays the insular and completely self-centred world of the secular college, it is a self-referential world which almost becomes a moral vacuum for the characters. The characters themselves are all varying degrees of immoral, or amoral, since they operate without any concept of right or wrong, but seem to gravitate towards the Ancient Greek idea of morality and friendship being some personal code of ethics with a dash of literal debauchery. A murder is committed but the unforeseen personal consequences wreck havoc in the lives of the characters bringing about almost complete destruction.

There are many different ideas and themes in this book, which is why it has proved to be a modern classic. It points in so many directions towards the way human nature collides with sin. How even if we choose to live without acknowledging sin's existence it still damages and destroys, even if the sin remains a secret to the outside world. Many comparisons have been made between this book and the Greek tragedies the characters study and enjoy, but I'd also compare the atmosphere of the book to the pagan world itself. One without moral compass, without even the knowledge of how to live morally, held together be only a fragmentary code of ethics that so easily dissolves to personal and subjective whims.

Donna Tartt is a convert to the Church and has been noted to live a devoted life to her craft, to the point that secular media outlets like to claim she's sworn herself to celibacy for her art. Her characters, however, are Catholic in name only, holding onto only remnants of a cursory exposure to faith long left behind in childhood. There is no mention by name of redemption, or grace, but the ideas of concupiscence, sin, and the effects of sin at its most basic seem to make up the general themes of Tartt's novel.  All while being told in a very secular environment filled with nothing resembling the holy or moral.

But for these reasons I think this book is a great example of the post-modern Catholic novel. It doesn't have Catholic characters, any mention of real religion at all, but what it does accomplish is to  communicate the fundamental truths of the first things of faith; sin, consequence, the agony of the heart without God.

I believe that writers today cannot create stories of faith blatantly as they have in the past, with Catholic characters experiencing Catholic things or encountering a world in which they are unaccustomed, but rather that writers bring about Catholic ideas to our very secular, and almost pagan society, by crafting stories with the first things at their core, even if they appear disguised in tales of immorality in a secular milieu. We live in a culture today that has no relationship or even acquaintance with faith. To be exposed first to the very basic things of faith is a very Catholic way of thinking. It is a basic idea that proves successful in today's art, as it always has.

The Secret History is a classic because it is a very good book. It's a work of art because it portrays truth in a remarkable way. And if that is the criteria for good art, then all good art is then Catholic.


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Monday, February 3, 2014

Dressing for the Stay at Home Mom: The Rule of 3

 




Happy Monday everyone! Today the wonderful Jenna of Call Her Happy is over for a visit! We had a little post swap and she was nice enough to post something I wrote on her snazzy blog, but I'm even more excited that she's at my blog abode today.  She's one wonderful blogger and mom who writes on a great mix of everything that should be in everyone's top reads. I think we'd all like to go out for coffee with her, right? 




Ever since I started reading Laura's series on Style & the SAHM, I've been inspired to get my act together, and by act, I mean my wardrobe. I have SO MANY clothes. But, you know what? I never wear them. It's the same faves day in and day out.

So, I set out to do two things:

1. Pare down my wardrobe so I only own things I will wear

2. Wear them!


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Let's talk about the second part of that since Laura did a swell job with the first.


Why Should I Bother?



You're probably all too familiar with the fact that staying at home can be so isolating. I don't have to see a single person besides my kids and husband for weeks on end if I choose. And, if I'm not seeing people, then obviously I can - say it with me - sit in my pajamas all day! And, I've done that. I still do that sometimes. But. But, it's not as much about style as it is about feeling good. Dressing makes me more productive and motivated during the day. I am much more likely to get out of the house, run a few errands, or heck, just get off the couch, if I am not slobbing around. I might even go as far as to say that dressing in real clothes while staying at home is good for my marriage and my kids. Mike reallllly doesn't care what I look like or what the house looks like when he gets home. I love him for that. But, I like it better when I look like I have things together when he gets home (even though I totally do not). And the kids? I may or may not let them wear the same outfit three days (or more) in a row for the sake of my sanity, but...teaching them about good habits and hygiene and yada yada stuff like that.


Saving Things for a Special Occasion



And I know. I know. You're saying, "Jenna, I change my underwear and brush my teeth. What else do you want?" You're preaching to the choir. I do that all the time. But, it doesn't mean that putting in a little effort doesn't go a long way on the days that I do. If you tell yourself you're going to save your cute outfits for a special occasion (like grocery shopping), you'll never wear them. Staying at home is the definition of Not a Special Occasion. It is monotonous life. But, the work you do is amazing and wonderful and important, so dress for it. And the days you don't? Take it easy on yourself, alright?


The Rule of 3



After that inspiring speech, let's take a look at my wardrobe this past week. I like to dress by the Rule of 3 - just made that up: pants + top + something else. Something else can be a scarf, a chunky necklace, a cardigan, a vest, another layer on top, or a child strapped to you. Three just looks like an outfit. It looks pulled together.



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And because I stay at home, I don't have the luxury of a professional photographer. I just get my choice between a 2yo and a mirror. Mirror it is. So, here is a closer look of things I wear most often. These images are pretty darn similar to my very own.





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I get a lot of my clothes on sale or from Twice. So, go out and buy yourself something affordable and nice today, and wear it! You'll feel better. Pinky promise.


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Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Purpose of Lilies :: Weekends with G.K.C.








BOOM!

That's what I want to say after reading that passage. It is so apt, so concise, yet such a topsy-turvy metaphor that it catches you completely off guard.

It it G.K. at his wondrous best. He carefully crafts one sentence that is both poetic yet resounding in a larger truth. It is one thought that hits both your mind and heart.

I just love lingering over the beauty of this idea.

(And that is most definitely not a lily but an amaryllis. Apparently I never have photographed a lily.)

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Friday, January 31, 2014

Seven Quick Takes vol. 77



Joining Jen from Texas...which I'm contemplating moving to...

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Can we all throw a party for January finally ending it's reign of terror?? I know it's the Superbowl this weekend, but we all know that we'll be drinking and eating all the carbs covered in cheese because we're so happy January is over!

Ok, I'm excited for the football too. Go Broncos! I'm fairly confident Peyton's got this, and he deserves another Superbowl for being so awesome. And everyone will eat nachos. I'm planning on pushing the boat out in the junk food department because I've been eating so dang healthy this month and it's starting to drive me crazy.

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And now for a kindly service announcement: I mistakenly said in my book review from Wednesday of The Long Loneliness that Dorothy Day's cause for canonization wasn't started. Which is false, and so very, very wrong. Apparently I was drunk while writing, but I feel awful because that seems like a shameful mistake. I think I must have been thinking of someone else?? I don't know, I could just be losing my mind, but for the record: Dorothy Day's cause is under investigation and she has been given the title Servant of God by the Church in recognition of a holy life. 
Thanks for putting up with me. I'm firing my fact-checker.

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Now back to cabin fever. 

(Anyone remember Muppets Treasure Island and the point where the crazy little rats sing, "We've got cabin fever, We've got cabin fever!" like a conga line? Just me? Ok then.)

I know this makes me sound like a wench, but the rest of North America: now you know how we Canadians feel. Muahaha!

And don't even get me started on Atlanta...seriously...don't...even...

I'm sorry, but everywhere you turn everyone is mad at staying in the house with their offspring (which I enjoy because it makes me feel normal and not like a horrible mother all the time), and wondering what to do indoors, and being mad at the weather. And all I can say is welcome to my winter. Since the middle of November. It's been making me question why I live in Canada, but unfortunately the summer's convince me to stay. Somehow. It's a weird summer vortex that tricks the mind.

Basically Kelly reads my mind. I'll forgive her for her mild New Jersey winters though.



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Phew. The weeks in the winter are feeling long. I'm feeling buried in furious toddler, then hungry baby, then fighting older kids, then helping kids learn, then repeat. Gosh, this homeschooling and kids wanting to learn all the time...someone should really figure out how to bottle their child-like curiosity because I could make a killing off college students. But they always want books read to them, games played, art to be attempted. Basically they want to be learning all the time. Which is starting to get a little exhausting. I love it of course, but exhausting.

Oh, and another weird thing do you moms of many children notice your kids not wanting to spend time alone? All my kids can't be raging extroverts can they? But trying to get them to play somewhere else by themselves seems like pulling teeth lately. It's not as if I want them to go to the west wing, our house is tiny, but I would just like a little space to buffer them from each other sometimes. Is it because they haven't been alone their whole lives? Am I scarring them for life? I'm chalking it up to my kids being so little, six is my eldest number, but will this change? Give me some hope!



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Last week when I escaped the house for an afternoon I found this amazing and very expensive coat on at a killer price. Sometimes I just shop like its a competition and buy things that are an amazing sale price to prove to everyone who have no idea/don't care at all that I'm a fantastic shopper. Or something. I have delusions of grandeur.

But once I get home I question if I bought it because I love it and it fits well or if I bought it for the wonderful price. I need an objective opinion! Here's the coat:


In my mind I want to look chic like this:


In my dreams, naturally. But what do you think? Fashionable ladies give me your wisdom!



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Earlier this week Gemma woke up and told me about the dream she had the night before:

Gemma: I had a great dream we were at Pope Francis's castle in Rome!
Me: Oh, wow that sounds awesome! We were all really happy to see Pope Francis?
Gemma: Oh -- you weren't there mom, you were home with the babies, I went with Grammy.

Story of my life.



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And I know you all have seen the winners of the 2014 Sheenazing Awards! Thanks to any and everyone who voted for me, because that's really amazing and I've been so happy ever since I was nominated with all those fantastic people! I hope the winners are all pleased with themselves, maybe even enjoy an alcoholic beverage on me! Actually I'd buy everyone who voted for me a drink too! 

Thanks to Bonnie who again did so much work for such a fun and encouraging endeavour. I honestly think its such a nice thing to do, and it's so nice to find exciting and interesting new bloggers like I have already. 

Happy Weekend everyone! Remember, January's over, it's only 5 more months of winter!











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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

The Long Loneliness by Dorothy Day





When I'm curious about a saint I try to start with reading something they themselves have written. Now this may seem like a fairly straightforward idea, but it can backfire. Reading St. Teresa of Avila straight-up for the first time is not easy reading or probably the best way to get to know her and her life's work in general. St. Therese of Lisieux on the other hand is incredibly impactful when you read her own words, while the biographies of her life can come off a little staid. (This is just from my own personal experience, however, I know different saints speak to different people in different ways...so hold your emails till the end!)

I've always wanted to know more about Dorothy Day (who isn't a saint yet, but her case has been opened by the Church and she has been given the title Servant of God) and had never read any of her actual writings, so I decided to start with The Long Loneliness, her autobiography describing her early life up until about 1952. I'm glad I started here because it is a great depiction of what brought her to her unique vocation and the fundamentals of her unusual conversion. She writes about her childhood and the interesting impressions made upon her moving across America with her family, as well as different riveting experiences that brought her through left-wing political thinking to protesting to becoming a force for the people through ministering through houses of hospitality with the development of The Catholic Worker.

What I was surprised most by was her tender writings about how much she loved family. Both the family she was born into and the family she created with her baby's father and her daughter. She describes her love for them so honestly that the sacrifice she made in committing to Christ and his Church must have been all that much harder and courageous. Dorothy saw the beauty of family as one of life's greatest truths that all people deserved, and how it was the foundation of love. It was the model of her community within The Catholic Worker and it was one in which she shared the love of Christ.

I've always been intrigued by Dorothy Day because of her political activism, not so much because of bleeding-heart-liberal-leanings which seem to make up a lot of her proponents within the Church, but because she was active within the political process throughout such a tumultuous 20th century. I shouldn't have been surprised, nor should anyone really, that Dorothy's politics once she experienced her conversion were not left wing or right wing, but simply Catholic. Hence why she had both supporters and opponents from every side. She never took a blatantly popular position and ran with it, but lived the Catholic truth of wanting the political sphere to be one that enhanced and supported human dignity in every way possible.

But the most important aspect of this book that stays with you after reading, is her humility and love for Christ and his Church. Much like other books written by saints and blesseds, Dorothy's representation of herself, her strengths and spirituality, is very straightforward and humble. She hardly describes herself as someone who woke up one day to discover she was staggeringly holy and then decided to do good, but rather felt called to do good works out of love and in doing so grew closer to Christ. Because of this humility many may seem disappointed with this book because its not a synthesis of her spirituality or a catalogue of her great social work. But it speaks to the quiet yet great sacrifices of Dorothy's life which are inspiring to anyone who trying to live a life of faith.


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I had inaccurately stated Dorothy's canonization cause when this was originally published but have now corrected it! Servant of God Dorothy Day please pray for inaccurate writers like me! For more of her writings The Catholic Worker's website is a wonderful resource of many of Dorothy's articles.






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Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Freedom of Home :: Weekends with G.K.C



I've finally gotten around to joining Sarah for a link up of one of my favourite things -- G.K. Chesterton! 




This quote from G.K's book of essays The Thing is the quote the epitomizes his philosophy of the home. And really, if this epitomizes Chesterton's thought on the importance of the home, then it perfectly encapsulates his philosophy of, well, everything.

It's also a quote that is truer now than when he wrote it almost 100 years ago. 

G.K. goes on to talk about how the world is good at imposing it's will upon the individual as soon as we step out our door. Laws tell us what we have to adhere to, what we can buy, what we can eat. Jobs control how we speak, how we spend our time, even our uniform of what we wear. Society at large becomes massive, impersonal, and uncaring. All these evils are only counteracted in one place; the home. 

Home is where we can be blissfully and wonderfully unique, original, even weird. We can use our time as we will, pursuing the interests and passions that make us happiest, loving those whom we love the most. It is where true freedom is experienced and enjoyed. 

This truth is one that we acknowledge in the depths of our souls but it is also one that seems easy to forget. It can feel awfully hard to see freedom and liberty under piles of laundry, dirty dishes, meals to cook, children to love and clean. But I think it is in continuing to strive for the ideal that we'll become the happiest we can be especially in our vocation as stay at home moms.

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Friday, January 24, 2014

Seven Quick Takes vol. 76



I'm going to make myself another pot of coffee and come up with seven things magically, just like Jen!


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This week has blown by in a haze of semi-exahusted stupor. I know, I say this every week don't I? But seriously, peeps just are not sleeping around here! I honestly can't remember what more than three hours sleep at a time feels like. Pure bliss? Heaven? I think I may be getting closer and closer to going completely bonkers. I was in Costco yesterday, and I'd noticed a nice lady in her 40's looking at something in the aisle. She looked so put-together, shopping at a leisurely non-stressed out about who's left at Grandma's house pace, and so darn awake. I wanted to run up to her. Hug her. Then start shaking her violently saying loudly, "You had more than 4 straight hours of sleep last night!! Do you know how lucky you are?!?!" Don't worry. I just went turned and went down the canned soup aisle.

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I was down and out and sick again last weekend into Monday. This month just keeps hammering at me. But my mom had wonderfully taken the older kids and left Nora and I at home so I could sleep when she slept. I spent the afternoon reading Pride and Prejudice for the Motherhood and Jane Austen book club and watching Parenthood and sort of napping. (Does anyone else have this horrible affliction of not being able to fall asleep when you're actually given quiet, peaceful time to do so?? The. Worst!) But what I was getting around to saying was this; I'm having such a nice time reading Pride and Prejudice slowly this go around. Usually when I reread Pride and Prejudice its in a burst of Jane Austen fury and I read it cover to cover in a weekend or road trip. It's been awhile since I've leisurely read it over time. I've been reading a couple chapters every afternoon as a form of break, really, the best kind of break, and it's been so nice. 

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Jenny's doing such a nice job trying to document the difficulties and joys of a mom trying to make herself priority, and I'm going to recommend leisurely reading Jane Austen. It's the only thing I do well in that department so far. I physically cannot get awake before the kids, and I've been having a difficult time transitioning to having children awake so much of the day and homeschooling. That public babysitting, er, I mean public school is so darn tempting when I think about having a quiet half hour. I'm also having the worst time figuring out having people watch my kids while not simultaneously feeling guilty/thinking my children are killing my parents. Basically, I feel like I've got a lot of issues in that department that I'm doing terribly at dealing with. Full confession. Done.

Moving on.

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You know I love me my mystery novels. Love. Probably my favourite literary genre and I'm deeply devoted to Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers, but I did come across this link to a great list of classic mystery novels everyone should read. I've read a good chunk of them and can vouch for their essential-ness, but there were a lot I've never heard of, so that always exciting to find! I'd have put more Ngaio Marsh, Margery Allingham, to the list and I also feel The Man Who Was Thursday is a classic in the mystery genre even if it isn't solely a mystery novel. G.K. he's so tricky!

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How do we feel about matte nail polish? I asked this on Instagram last night. I just tried it yesterday and I'm not sure how I feel. It feels a little weird. For some reason I feel as if one of nail polish's most important purposes is making my nails pretty and shiny. So I'm going to try it out and see if I come around. I'll let you know, because clearly this is an important and pressing issue.

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Oh, I didn't want to forget this and I almost did!

If you often have NFP frustrations, issues, difficulties, or serious problems OR suffer with infertility I'd definitely encourage you to begin praying to Drs. John and Evelyn Brown whose Cause for Beatification has just begun. I think we need a ton of saints in heaven to complain pray to when it comes to NFP, and these two people have really contributed the majority of all research and science when it comes to natural family planning. I hope their cause progresses, and I really hope they answer my many pleading prayers. 


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I swear I had something to write here and it's flown right out of my head! I'm heading out to give the non-talker and the non-sleeper a sled ride while the bigs are out with daddy. 

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