Rick Bragg

2 x The Speckled Beauty and His People 

Where I Come From: Stories from the Deep South 

2021 

Weight: 20.13 oz

Method of Disposal: Giving two to dad and one to a friend

Two different people gifted me The Speckled Beauty within weeks of each other, and I felt loved.  I had just finished reading Where I Come From, which I purchased at Little Shop of Stories in Decatur, Ga.  Bragg has a couple essays where he mentions The Speckled Beauty and some other dogs, The Dancing Skinny and Pup McGraw.  I had already started naming dogs at the shelter after them.  We are still on the lookout for our Pup McGraw, but we had a Speck, a Speckled Beauty, and a Dancing Skinny.  I guess I should do a Bragg too.

Everyone seems to love Rick Bragg, and I like to buy at least one book anytime I go into an independent bookstore--or really any bookstore these days--so, when I saw his name on the new arrivals wall, I grabbed it right away.  It was a collection of essays, and it was good.  I did think I would have enjoyed them more by stumbling on them one by one in magazines or online but, realistically, that had not happened often so this was my best chance to read them.  I just could not resist reading them all at once, which might have taken away some of the power of them individually.  I thought about my dad several times, especially when he talked about fishing without the idea of catching anything.  My father often says he is going to feed the fish when he goes fishing.

The Speckled Beauty I enjoyed even more.  I liked the feel of reading it.  It was a slow meander and, though my bad dogs are indoors and I would never dream of doing some of the things with them that I read in the book, like his brother using motor oil to treat mange, I am not unfamiliar with this way of being with dogs.  I have met and talked with dog owners like these (Given, I have told them not to use motor oil). Bragg describes his dog, his brother's dogs, his mama's dogs.  They all have a different outlook on dogs and a way of being with them, and they all clearly love dogs very much.  Bragg and his mom take in only the most pitiful of strays and love them no matter how terrible they are, maybe love them because they are so terrible.

But, this book was not just about a dog or about dogs.  It was about people, about the South, about getting older, about loss.  It was beautiful and sad and funny and easy and hard.  At one point, Bragg caught me so off guard that I just burst into tears.  I was not expecting it at all and was shocked, as I laid in bed next to my sleeping wife, holding this book close to my chest, scaring my own dogs who woke with a start when they heard my sobbing.  And, it was not because the dog died, and it was not because of the dog at all.  In fact, the main dog lives in this one, folks.  That is a rarity in and of itself.  It was because Bragg has a way of letting you in so that you do not just read the words but feel them fully.  His indirect descriptions bring up powerful emotions.  He may be talking about a dog, but through that dog we learn so much about him and his family.  

It is good stuff.

Plain Seeing

Plain Seeing  by Sandra Scofield

1998

Weight: 6 oz

Method of Disposal: Donating or giving to the first person who asks for it

I chose this book from a shelf of books I have never read, but I have owned for some time.  I had no idea what it was about when I started reading it.  Strangely, I started reading it right after the credits rolled for Grapes of Wrath.  This book tells multiple stories.   The first one talking about a family making ends meet during the Depression.  Women, throughout the generations, are the focus of this book.  We hear a lot from daughters about their mothers, and mothers about their daughters.  The book can be confusing at times, as it skips around from character to character and from one time period to another.  At the start of the book, I was convinced it was bad and was tempted not to read it through.  I am glad I stuck with it.

The characters were often self-absorbed and yet likeable.  I could see people I knew in them and was frightened to see myself sometimes.  I really liked to see the different vectors each characters’ lives took.  You could follow people who came from the same circumstance and watch them grow up.  The reader is there for the big decisions that lead the character from their dreams to their disappointing reality.  Like watching someone you love making a mistake, you have to stand on the sidelines, be supportive and worry, but ultimately let it unfold before your eyes.  The book felt genuine.  It felt like growing older and losing sight of oneself.  It felt like that moment when you realize that there are mistakes you make that you can never fix, things you will never be able to change or get back.  

If you are looking for an uplifting read this is not it, but if you want to get very close to some interesting and strong women who just cannot seem to live to their full potential then this is the book for you.  I was pleasantly surprised by how it lingered with me in the day after I finished it.

Women in Love

Women in Love: Portraits of Lesbian Mothers and Their Families
1998
Weight: 2.8 lbs
Method of Disposal: Donating

I bought this book from a bargain bookstore called Kudzu when I was in the 9th grade. I collected anything lesbian. It was like a treasure hunt. It so rarely came up, but when it did it did not matter what it was. It made me delirious to find myself in little pieces of everyday life. This book features pictures of lesbians with their kids alongside a short interview with the women.

It is a lovely book, but one I do not need anymore. I can also say that I can no longer find myself in it, which does not decrease its value but is just an observation. I have zero desire to have children, and it is not something I feel strongly about. I think lesbians should be able to adopt, parent, and all sorts of other things, but I do not invest much of my time in thinking about it in my everyday life.
Anywho, let me know if you are interested!