Monday, September 30, 2013

The Time, The City, And Us



The D. J. Waldie’s book, holyland: A Suburban Memoir was written in 1995. The book documents the development of the city Lakewood through the perspective of the author as a city’s resident. The author describes the city’s structure, architecture and community in details. The author writes the memoir in an irregular time order. The memoir doesn’t follow years one after each other. The book is consisted of 316 bits; each randomly describes different sequences at various times. There are some pictures included in the book including scenes from construction, culture and history of the city. The author specifically mentions he is avoiding being sentimental. Although the author tries to be only an observer and not get the readers involve into personal memories, the memoir still conveys emotions and information about the characters’ lives.
The book begins with “That evening he thought he was becoming his habits, or –even more—he thought he was becoming the grid he knew” (1), which explains to readers how the author is emotionally connected to his house in Lakewood. He thinks he is part of the grid. He defines the grid as a border for the neighborhood which distinguishes it from the other neighborhoods.  The border which came first before anyone decided to live there. Waldie describes the grid as “The grid is the plan above the earth. It is a compass of possibility” (4). He also writes: “Seen from above, the grid is beautiful and terrible” (4). Waldie wants to describe the feeling of seeing the both dimensions of the grid; a home and a prison or even he thinks the grid could be a heaven or a hell when he writes, “That grid came from God” (22).
Waldie writes in a descriptive language, however, he uses the elements to excite the readers’ emotions without mentioning his own feelings directly. For instance, he uses some of the natural and social elements to portrait his feelings about his neighborhood when he writes: “What is beautiful here? The calling of a morning dove, and others answering from yard to yard. Perhaps this is the only thing beautiful here” (13). By writing about the people’s routine lives in his community Waldie complains about the motionless and ordinary life he has in the Lakewood. Waldie also demonstrates how a small detail –like a bird—can be positively effective for him to enjoy his life.
The author emphasizes sympathy in his book in several places. For instance, he presents the connection between the housewives in the city and himself when he writes: “In 1953, a reporter for Harper’s Magazine asked young wives living in my suburb what they missed most. The women usually replied, ‘My mother’” (102). Waldie had lost his mother a long before writing the book and he sees himself connected with those women by sharing a similar story. He writes about his mother when she was hospitalized due to a heart attack, “I said, ‘Stop Counting, mother.’ She stopped again on three. What were they? Were they a telephone number or a street address? They were coordinates for a map I did not have” (23). The author deeply regrets his mother’s loss and he tries to further understand her after her death. Waldie writes about his father’s death briefly and he follows by describing the place his father has died in –the bathroom. “My father died behind a well-made, wooden bathroom door. It is a three-panel door. Each panel is nearly square, twenty-one inches wide…” (24). He completes the story of his father’s death in the next bits and doing so he further completes demonstrating his feelings about his father. The author mentions his father was even older than the house he was living in when he writes “The bathroom door is now forty-seven years old. My father was sixty-nine” (25). By describing that, Waldie wants to further emphasize how incidents make places to remains in his memory. He could recall all the details of the door his father died behind and that shows how his father was important for him.
The author writes about the story of two boys have been drowned in the flood control channels in the bit 275. The bit starts with the description of the channels and how they are important evacuating water from the streets of the suburb when it rains. Waldie writes about the boys in a way one can read in the newspaper; with showing no sorrow and empathy and that makes the bit a little disturbing in the readers view. However, he ends the bit as it is one of his bitter memories when he writes, “When the channels are cemented and fenced, the frogs disappeared from them, along with the boys” (154). “The boys” Waldie writes about can be the boys were playing in the channels before the channels been upgraded, or he mentions the boys who were drowned in the channel. Either way, Waldie describes his emotions from the news he remembers from the past, something that happened and he always remembers it. The author wants to inform the readers he is not going to see the basic water channel again, as he will not see any other victims.
The story is written in simple language. Waldie tries to hide his feelings in his book. However, he made many clues available for the readers to understand his feelings. The memoir is not empty of emotions, in fact, emotions act like the skeleton of the book, they are not easily visible but their effects in supporting the memoir are appreciable. It takes more time and attention to understand emotional factors behind each bit.



Work Cited
Waldie, D.J. holy land: a suburban memoir.

            New York: Norton, 2005. Print

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Framed in Grids


The American lecturer and the author of the book –holy land: A Suburban Memoir, D. J. Waldie, was born in 1948. The Story in holy land revolves around the city of Lakewood in California. Lakewood was recognized as a city in 1954. The Author explains how the city was built and which companies were involved in its development. The book consists of 316 short sections. Some of the sections are not longer than a few words structured on a sentence. Each section describes an event at a certain time regardless of the focus point of the previous and the past sections. Starting reading the text does not give us a clear and strong understanding of the context of the book, however, reading the book through make the readers to find more connections between each entrees. A few pictures in the book further explain the life and timeline of the Lakewood in 1950’s. Pictures also follow the same pattern as the other entrees; no direct connection between the nearby paragraphs.
The story has been told often in first person and sometimes in third person. The author tried to minimize his distance from the society he writes the book for when he starts the introduction by writing: “I live where a majority of Americans live: a tract house on a block of other tract houses in a neighborhood of even more” (V). The place which the author lives in was bought by his parents in 1946. The author often talks about grids. The grids are the urban designing patterns used to determine the blocks limits in a new city. Waldie thinks the grids as a start for a new life in a new field. “The grid is the plan above the earth. It is a compass of possibilities” (4).
The author often talks about the people were involved in the construction, architects, as well as real estate agents. He also describes his neighbors in different years of his life in the Lakewood.
The text is almost empty of direct expression of the emotions. It is a documentary of the historical and social development of a new born city. However in some parts we can understand the emotion behind the documentary. For instance, he talks about his family without expressing how he feels about them.  “Both my parents died before they were seventy, as did my mother’s sister and my uncles Jack, Frank, and Ken. I am forty-six. Given odds, I am two-thirds through my life” (115).
Waldie also describes the religious views of himself and also another people he talks about in his book and doing so along with talking about death of the people in a regular order, he applies a religious theme to the story.
It is undeniable that holy land is unlike any other memoir.  It is written differently and at the first glance, it could be the most confusing memoir the reader has ever read. However, it looks like a wall with random colored bricks. Although each brick is visually different, they still part of a wall and this is the connection between them.









Work Cited
Waldie, D. J. “holy land.” A Suburban Memoir. 11. Ed
            New York: W. W. Norton & Company, Inc, 2005. Print.







Friday, September 6, 2013




An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world's unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe

Now his love's a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago

Nightwish - The Islander