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20 Favorite Reads in no particular order

Anthem, Ayn Rand

The Group, Mary McCarthy

Blood Child, Octavia Butler

The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan

In Love & Trouble, Alice Walker

Five Smooth Stones, Ann Fairbairn

Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

The Stand, Stephen King

The Mad Man, Samuel R. Delany

The Joys of Motherhood, Buchi Emecheta

Seven Japanese Tales, Junichiro Tanizaki

Band of Angels, Robert Penn Warren

Maus I and II, Art Spiegelman

A People’s History of the United States, Howard Zinn

Midaq Alley, Naguib Mahfouz

Stories in Stone, Douglas Keister

The Complete Stories, Flannery O’Connor

Collected Stories, Tennessee Williams

Why I am Not a Christian, Bertrand Russell

Go Tell it on the Mountain, James Baldwin

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What I’m Reading: On Trembling Ground by AP Newell

This book is good. However, it is very difficult to read as I feel like I am living in the time period depicted (early ‘60s, Civil Rights era), being intimidated by the bullies of this era, gang members.

Then, as now, the innocent just had to bear with the injustices heaped upon them by good Christians that the law supported in their wrong doing.

The portrayals of the characters is complex and dense even though the style of writing is very easy, flowing oh so naturally. I can almost understand Franklin, who reluctantly becomes an active Klan member, in part to keep his job and partly because he thought he was doing the right thing for an upright, god-fearing Christian white man of the south.  I like his brother Harley, though, who is a music man trying to stay true to his art through hard times, who recognizes that Elvis stole his music from Black human beings.

I turn to this story for ideas of how to survive the current hostile climate in which I live and am persecuted by people who share a skin color similar to my own. I learned a long time ago, though, that all my skinfolk ain’t my kinfolk.

I like the varied dimensionality of the characters most thus far.

More when I finish . . .