Manhattan Musings: Books, etc.

What’s it like to do citizen science?  How do we stay connected to others as we age? And where were you when the Beatles hit the U.S.?  Books and film notes this week.

Citizen Scientist by Mary Ellen Hannibal

I have just started my science writer friend Mary Ellen Hannibal’s new book, but want to give it a shout-out.  The subtitle is “Searching for Heroes and Hope in an Age of Extinction,” and the book is both reflective and personal.  Equally important, it is chock full of solid history and information on species extinction and how everyday individuals can become involved.

For several years, Mary Ellen was embedded with me and my citizen science colleagues at the California Academy of Sciences.  She sat in on many strategy and planning meetings and spent hours participating in tide pool monitoring and documenting the plants on Mt. Tamalpais.  Her description of being at Pillar Point at low tide as dawn creeps in is magical.  The Academy is not her only context or frame of reference, however;  her linking together of many strands of thought and other research make this what promises to be a very rich reading experience.

Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf
This is the first novel I’ve read by Kent Haruf who wrote it quickly when he knew he was dying. All his work is set in the small town of Holt, Colorado. This book is a short, straightforward and poignant account of the universal desire to care for someone special who cares for you. When widowed Addie Moore makes the surprising and unusual request of her single neighbor Louis Waters that he spend the nights at her house in her bed just talking and lying next to each other, she opens herself and him to a delicate relationship. At the same time she jeopardizes her reputation and her relations with her own family.

Haruf’s writing is as replete with the mundane details of small town life as it is tender toward this septuagenarian couple. A novel that will stay with you long after you finish it.

MANIA
If you’re part of my generation you definitely remember the specifics of where you were. I was in high school and it being a Sunday night I was with the youth fellowship group. But it was an unusual Sunday night and all twelve or so of us were crowded into the youth minister’s small living room in front of a black and white TV. When Ed Sullivan announced the Beatles, we girls squealed and jumped up and down. I don’t know what the boys did, but with “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” this was America’s introduction to Beatlemania.

I was reminded of this when the C.P. and I went to see The Beatles: Eight Days a Week, director Ron Howard’s film about the years when the Beatles went on tour. It’s a rollicking, noisy ride filled with screaming fans and crowds the size of which I had forgotten or never known. These lads were a sensation pure and simple and their popularity outstripped that of any previous pop group. And they were true musicians who wrote hundreds of songs, many, many good ones.

Howard gives viewers the context of the 60’s and shows the challenges faced by cities wanting to host them, particularly in the still segregated South. Commentary by Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison provides further insight into how closely enmeshed they were with each other while cameos by Whoopie Goldberg and Sigourney Weaver are the cherry on top. At our screening, you could also stay for a 30 minute film of their live appearance at Shea Stadium in New York in 1965.

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