Sunday a week ago I went to see the Peter Sellars production of Euripides’ The Children of Herakles in Cambridge. It was impressive and exciting. Here’s a good review of this production and also of the Fiona Shaw Medea now in New York.
By Margaret Hope Bacon. With a foreword by Vanessa Julye. It’s really good to have this story published. Bits of Sarah Mapps Douglass’s story have been told before, but this pamphlet places what Margaret Bacon has found about her life into the context of the times and of her family and friendships. It makes clear a shameful part of Quaker history.
By Rabbi Lawrence Kushner. A kind and warm-hearted book. It is brief, and I found it to be very pertinent to my own spiritual life.
By Peter F. Hamilton. The plot thickens. The characters continue to draw you in. But I stalled out upon buying #3. (I skimmed–a sure kiss of death in a page-turner. It was late at night and I should have just gone to bed, but you know how it is, turn one page, then “let’s see what happens”.)
By Bernadette Murphy. Not in any way a zen book, but the subtitle is accurate. She gets self-indulgent at times, but many of the women she talks to are very interesting (and they are all women).
By Peter F. Hamilton. A space opera in every sense. 588 pages and it’s only the first volume of six. A tad on the horror side, and a bit salacious, but it manages to be a page-turner.
By Dava Sobel. An easy, informative read. I was most shocked by the incidental details of life in early 16th-century Italy. And some details of modern progress came home vis-a-vis the foundation of Quakerism just a few decades later: no gravitational theory; only recently invented pendulum clocks; and of course the Inquisition still at work in Italy declaring a heliocentric world heretical.
I finished the lace shawl I’ve been knitting for my friend Barbara. Yahoo! It’s from a Lily Chin pattern in a purple Shetland wool. I’ll post photos in a couple of days.