Hard life, simple life

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I love the Little House on the Prairie books. I remember reading them as a child and thinking how basic life was for Ma, Pa, Mary, and Laura: a stick of candy and an orange in the Christmas stocking was a thing to get excited about, to be giddy about. They got candy and oranges once per year. As a child, I had access to candy and oranges every day. I liked the thought of appreciating such a simple thing.

In our house, we currently have at least 13 large glass windows and walls that lets in no drafts. We have four kinds of sugar (white, brown, powdered, turbinado) and at least four types of flour (white, wheat, corn, semolina). We keep all of these on hand at all times, and when we’re almost out, we make a quick run to the market to replace them. We also have bread, bagels, 2 types of breakfast cereal, quick oats, instant oatmeal, 4 boxes of pasta, frozen waffles, and at least 3 types of crackers, including cheddar Goldfish. And that’s just a sampling of the flour-based products in our cupboard.

In Little House on the Prairie, though, when the family moves from the big woods of Wisconsin to the unsettled grasslands of Kansas, they eat corn meal and whatever game Pa hunts. They have no milk, cheese, sugar, flour, Pop Tarts, bread, eggs, cereal, waffles, pasta, cheddar Goldfish crackers. None of that. They have none of it. And they have no way to get it. They live in a wagon. They build a cabin out of logs from trees they cut by the stream they settle near. They cut holes in the walls for windows. Holes. As in, open gaps. No glass.

For almost a year they did not visit a store. If they wanted sweetener, Pa found a bee hive. One of my favorite scenes, aside from the passages about the prairie grasses as far as the eye could see, was when Pa returned from the four-day journey to the store and presented his family with a small paper sack.

Ma opened it and Mary and Laura looked at the sparkling whiteness of that beautiful sugar, and they each had a taste of it from a spoon. Then Ma tied it carefully up. They would have white sugar when company came.

What appeals to me about these books is the specialness of the very simple things that are so easy in my life: sugar, flour, “eight small squares of window glass.” I am numb to the sparkling beauty of the sugar in our cupboard. I don’t have to work that hard for it, and so I don’t notice it. I’d like to appreciate it more.

Writing helps with appreciating things. It makes me notice them, makes me roll them around through my senses. Reading does the same thing.

Pioneer books are among my favorites. Little House on the Prairie. The Snow Child. O Pioneers! Pioneer living is hard, endless work. Food, shelter, the basics necessities for life — all are hard won. Nothing is easy. Very little is bought in a store. Almos everything is made by hand.

I know I romanticize the life, the simplicity of it. I would probably hate it. I’d be tired all the time. But the closeness to the earth appeals to me. The minimalism. The gratitude.

Andrea Reads America: Iowa

Iowa book map from Andrea Reads America
Andrea Reads America: Iowa

Have you ever listened to a song and thought, I want to read a book that feels like this song? Dar Williams’ Iowa is one of those songs for me. It’s lovely, and lonely, and it’s what I think of when I think of the state of Iowa.

I’ve never been to Iowa, so I’m not sure how accurately her song represents a sense of the state, but it did make me eager to read books set there. My first attempt, Gilead, let me down in giving me the feeling that Williams’ songs gives. But the second on my Iowa journey, Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres, did not disappoint.

A Thousand Acres by Jane SmileyNovel: A Thousand Acres
Author: Jane Smiley, professor at University of Iowa
Setting: 1970s-80s, rural Iowa
Categories: Literary Fiction, Pulitzer prize

Set on a thousand acres of land, transformed by three generations from swamp to thriving family farm, A Thousand Acres begins when the current patriarch, Larry, decides to retire and give the land to two of his three daughters to avoid inheritance taxes on their behalf.

Only Larry wasn’t ready to retire. Not really. As his daughters and their husbands farm the land, in the way he taught them, he stares from his living room window, buying needless fancy furniture to one-up his neighbor’s expensive new tractor, and suddenly their entire lives unravel.

A Thousand Acres is the dark underbelly of the family farm life, of keeping up appearances, of family secrets, learned coping mechanisms, the nuances of truth, honesty, protection, and values, and a hint at the underlying causes of miscarriages and madness in the race for family farms to keep up with corporate farming.

Behind all of this is the backdrop of fertile Iowa: of land that yields corn, beans, tomatoes, prairie grasses, pink sunsets, and black starry skies.

The land and landscape — the farmhouses, the crops, the road that joins the family houses, the sounds of insects and equipment, the scents of farmers ad tomato vines — all of this is as much a part of the novel as the people are, and every bit of it gripped me.

This book shows through detail and marvellous story-telling of how we perceive each other, respond, manipulate, remember, and forget, and how all of these behaviors and perceptions mold our worlds, sometimes with tragic consequences.

I found out after reading Smiley’s novel that it is a modern adaptation of Shakespeare’s King Lear, a drama in which keeping up appearances, hierarchies, conflict between generations, and madness play major roles. Smiley’s work stands alone with these themes, though — I needed no knowledge of King Lear to feel her novel’s power. It is a beauty of a book.

What's Eating Gilbert Grape book coverNovel: What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
Author: Peter Hedges, born 1962 in Des Moines, Iowa
Setting: 1980s Endora, Iowa
Categories: Contemporary fiction

Endora. A small town in Iowa in which Gilbert Grape, son of a suicide father and a morbidly obese mother, and brother to a motley crew of siblings, is the only one in a 1,091-person town who is resistant to the forward march of the progress and modernization that are the Food World national grocery chain and the fast food franchise, Burger Barn.

Gilbert has become the default “man” of the family after his eldest brother, Larry, found their dad swinging from a rafter in the basement of their house. Larry left town as soon as he was able, and Gilbert, along with his sister, Amy, was left behind to take care of their mother who is son large she oozes over the edges of her recliner, their special needs brother whom Gilbert calls “The Retard,” and their hormone-raging sister, Ellen. Gilbert works a the downtown, family owned supermarket that is now empty due to the opening of the new superstore, Food Town.

The novel is both hilarious and sad. Gilbert is a fascinating character. He is a paradox of stunted development and a mature sense of responsibility: he’s a 24-year old man who, when it comes to women and the words he chooses, seems more like a 15-year-old boy.

Yet, when it comes to his family, he is the one of the remaining seven who holds them all together. He calls his brother “The Retard,” yet Gilbert is the one who loves his brother hardest, who takes care of him, whose heart is softest for him. Gilbert contains both profound love and deep, angry resentment.

The characters in and scenes in Hedge’s book are vivid, funny, and refreshing in their originality. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of many passages. At the same time, it was tender, and poignant. My heart goes out to Gilbert Grape.

book cover of Jasmine by Bharati MukherjeeNovel: Jasmine
Author: Bharati Mukherjee, studied at University of Iowa
Setting: Iowa
Categories: Contemporary fiction, Indian-American fiction

Jasmine is a Hindi woman, widowed in India, where grief-stricken, she continues to America as she had planned to do with her husband before his murder.

The book begins in Iowa, where the exiled Jasmine lives with Bud, the Iowan banker who holds the loans for all of their farmer neighbors, who struggle to make a living with their family farms.

But this isn’t Jasmine’s first life — the exotic Indian whose traditional cooking sneaks its way into local lives. Though young, Jasmine has been Jyoto, Jasmene, Jase, and Jane, a widow, a victim, a killer, a caregiver, and a lover by the time she arrives in Iowa.

The book is anchored in Iowa with flashbacks to India; the oceanic crossing and arrival to America; and New York. Each setting is distinctive, and Iowa is distinguished by its farming community, which, like in A Thousand Acres, on the surface seems quiet and safe.

The fascinating part of this book was the juxtaposition of Jasmine’s history of open violence with the danger that lies in quiet places, too. The quiet danger of an Iowa farming community is subtle, and stealthy, because you think you’re safe. You’re not expecting it.

In the end, what I loved about Jasmine is that it makes very clear that the hidden dangers in a quiet, safe Iowa farm town are just as brutal as the dangers we expect from what we consider to be turbulent, unsafe communities. It is a fascinating story of becoming an American.