Historical Fiction Lovers Book Club
December 19, 2008 at 6:57 pm | Posted in Books, Reading | 10 CommentsTags: book clubs, Facebook, Fallingwater, Grand Rapids, Historical Fiction Lovers Book Club, Loving Frank, Nancy Horan, Ohiopyle
I really am enjoying Book Clubs on Facebook! I set up a book club for historical fiction called Historical Fiction Lovers and our first novel is going to be Loving Frank by Nancy Horan. One of my high school classmates suggested it a few months ago. I’ve been to Frank Lloyd Wright‘s Fallingwater near Ohiopyle, PA, but I had no idea that he was involved in a scandalous affair while working on a house in Grand Rapids, MI – my hometown! This makes me even more excited to read this novel.
What’s nice about having the book club on this application is that it allows for a wall like your Facebook profile, has a discussion board, and has a neat built in discussion guide form that each member can fill out. Based on everyone’s responses, you can really start some great conversations. I definitely like this more than just a stand alone forum. I think you will, too.
So far, ten people have signed up, but there’s always room for more! We’re going to begin our discussion on January 5th. If you’d be interested in joining us, here is a link to the club. You do need to be a member of Facebook, but it takes just seconds to join. I’d love to have you. If historical fiction isn’t your thing (for shame!), there are currently 52 other book clubs. Best of all, you can always add your own.
#69 ~ Mistaken Identity
May 8, 2008 at 10:53 pm | Posted in Books | 3 CommentsTags: Cerak, Dateline NBC, evangelical Christianity, Grand Rapids, Taylor University, Van Ryn
Mistaken Identity: Two Families, One Survivor, Unwavering Hope by the Van Ryn Family and the Cerak Family in collaboration with Mark Tabb
I had forgotten about the tragic accident that struck Taylor University in April of 2006 until happening upon an interview with the Van Ryn and Cerak families on Dateline NBC. This story is incredible and almost unbelievable. The authorities identified the bodies based upon the location of a purse. This shoddy work led to them claiming that the surviving student was Laura Van Ryn. Instead, the survivor was Whitney Cerak. It took five weeks for the truth to come out. When you hear the entire story it breaks your heart for both families.
Grand Rapids is a conservative, Protestant city. There are times that the self-righteousness of some gives Christianity a bad name. Watching Dateline gave me the opposite feeling. It made me glad that there are people of faith like these families. I was especially awed by Lisa Van Ryn, Laura’s sister, who comes face to face with the knowledge that her sister is dead and that another young woman was in her place. Her poise and composure at that time, so as not to alarm the women she was certain was not her sister, was heroic to me. I knew after this show that I had to read the book.
I don’t often read Christian books and memoirs, other than random lives of saints. The last such book I remember reading was back in junior high. The book was entitled Joni and told the story of Joni Eareckson, a young woman who becomes a quadriplegic as the result of a diving accident. She grew up in a devout family, but it was her coming to grips with her disability which led her to a faith of her own. I found Joni’s story inspiring, even if the expression of her faith did not match my own.
Mistaken Identity, which is told from various perspectives and through excerpts from a blog and Laura Van Ryn’s prayer journal, was a different experience. The opening emphasizes that the book was written to glorify God. The faith of both families was definitely at the forefront throughout the book. Most of this did not interfere with the story for me, but there were sections where I felt like I was in the middle of a hard sell. This is a shame because the story alone carries the message they wanted to deliver. For me, actions have always spoken louder than words. Lisa’s interview on Dateline, especially when she spoke of the moment when she realized that she had been caring for Whitney instead of her sister, exuded the strength and calm that her faith brings her. Some of that was lost for me in the book.
Mistaken Identity is not a bad book. It was just self-conscious. In their focused attempt to make God the focus, God was not allowed to reveal himself from within the story. I am glad that I read the book and I look up to Lisa Van Ryn. Ordinary people doing extraordinary things are heroes to me. I wish her well in her pursuit of physical therapy.
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#55 ~ Stealing Buddha’s Dinner
January 27, 2008 at 1:43 pm | Posted in Books, Childhood Memories, Culture, Disappointment, Family, LibraryThing, LIfe, Memoir, Religion | 4 CommentsTags: Bich Minh Nguyen, Calvin College, Christian Reformed Church, Grand Rapids, he Little House on the Prarie, Michigan, midwest, Roman Catholic, TStealing Buddha's Dinner, Vietnamese immigrants, WASP, worshiping Mary

Stealing Buddha’s Dinner: A Memoir by Bich Minh Nguyen
Sometime toward the end of the year I was adding some books to my library on LibraryThing and wanted to add a book I received from my parents for Christmas the year before. It is a book of vintage postcards from Grand Rapids, my home town. I was sitting in the office at the time and the book was in the living room. I was feeling too lazy to walk into the other room and, figuring that there couldn’t be that many books about Grand Rapids, Michigan, I just used “Grand Rapids” to search for it. Much to my surprise, there were quite a few interesting books about my home town. Of those, Stealing Buddha’s Dinner by Bich Minh Nguyen stuck out when I read the following description:
“As a Vietnamese girl coming of age in Grand Rapids, Michigan, Bich Nguyen is filled with a rapacious hunger for American identity. In the pre-PC era Midwest, where the devoutly Christian blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jennifers and Tiffanys reign supreme…”
I was one of those blonde-haired, blue-eyed (well, slightly green as well) Jennifers and I was very curious to learn how I reigned supreme (it didn’t feel that way at the time). Because I wanted to read this book very badly, I rented it from the library (I’m trying to economize). I figured that if I loved it the way I knew I would, I’d buy it later. In the end, I’m glad that I just rented it.
There is something fun and invigorating about reading about your home town and it was even more exciting for me when the author’s family moved to the Ken-O-Sha area. That’s very close to where I grew up. I recognized many of the locations mentioned in the book as well as the type of people as well. I may have been Dutch, blonde, and named Jennifer, but there are more ways of sticking out like a sore thumb in southeast Grand Rapids than by being Vietnamese: you could be Roman Catholic. In an area heavily populated by members of the Christian Reformed Church, being Catholic is just as “unfortunate.” As Nguyen describes her early experiences living next doors to CRC neighbors, it brought me back to my childhood as well.
This first third of the book felt very authentic to me. I laughed out loud at the way she described her uncle he discovered after enrollment that Calvin College was “serious” about being a CRC school. I related to the scenes where Nguyen experienced orchestrated attempts to “save” her under the auspices of a neighbor girl simply bringing other girls over to play. I know very well the disgusted way those other girls reacted when she made it clear that she was not interested in their God. I was five or six the first time I was told by another child that I was going to hell for “worshiping Mary.” It was so frightening and I can remember the way my chest felt as I ran home crying to my mother. When there aren’t vocal attempts to convert you, there is always the feeling of being held away at an arm’s distance. There was one CRC family that wouldn’t let their children play with my siblings, but they had no problem asking my parents to borrow our camper. That always made me so angry. So, when a scandal rocked our neighborhood in the late 80s, I did take delight in it. The neighbor lady from across the street had apparently been having an affair with one of the husband around the block. I did feel bad for the pain the children and the other spouses experienced, but for me also felt somewhat like a vindication. Although I’m not proud of feeling this way, it was nice to see two people from that group, who made no secret that they were better than my family simply because of their religious affiliation, fall in such a public and shameful way.
While I related to Nguyen’s early experiences, I did not find her memoir enjoyable as a whole. About a third of the way through it went back in time for no apparent reason. From that point forward, the book felt disjointed. There were also large portions of the book that described food and books in such minute detail that I found myself often jumping over large sections until the story picked up again. In the section where she describes the books she read and enjoyed at the time, I was taken back in time to the books I loved so well. Unfortunately, this section began to feel like a book report. Why spend so many pages describing each of the scenes in The Little House on the Prarie that made her wish that was her family? One example would have been so much more effective.
I really wanted to like this butt, but in the end I couldn’t even finish it. I set it aside with only 7 or 8 pages to go. I just didn’t care to continue to read every painful detail of her reunion with her mother. Yes, this should have been a strong way to end her novel. To me, it felt like it was going no where – and very slowly at that. Stealing Buddha’s Dinner would have been more effective if it ended about a third of the way through with the stories about her grandmother from later in the book added to that portion.
Read the first third if you’re interested in what it was like to grow up in the midwest when you’re not a WASP or if you’d like to read about the Vietnamese experience in America in the 70s and 80s. Otherwise, I would pass this book by.
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