Kate's Point of View

The Product of Creative Frustration

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Analyzing the Orphan Story

At some point in time someone pointed out to me that kids are fascinated by orphan stories. I heard that and something just clicked inside my head. Suddenly, all of the disparate stories I had been reading shared a common thread.

  • The Shoe books by Noel Streatfield
  • The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
  • The Anne of Green Gables series by Lucy Maud Montgomery
  • His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman (Lyra is not actually an orphan but thinks she is for enough of the story to count)
  • The Secret Garden by Frances Burnett Hodgson
  • Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott

If I think too far about this topic, I start to weird myself out. Why in the world would I be intrigued by this? There’s something about my interest in orphan stories that offends me. I want to be an advocate for fostering and adoption and then I get caught up in romanticized stories about orphans? But it’s undeniable. I just finished the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, which turned out to be pretty awesome, by the way, and one of the characters is an orphan, albeit one in his late teens and early twenties. As I was reading I found myself hooked into the orphan story in much the same way that I felt drawn to the Pevensie children in The Chronicles of Narnia.

If I ignore the idea of glorifying kids having parentless home situations, the thing that I think I identify with in orphan stories is the idea of proving yourself or starting over. It’s idealized much in the way that starting a new school, job, city of residence sounds like an appealing way to start anew. In reality it’s hard and, oftentimes, lonely. But in books, idealized is okay.

If I were a character in a book and an orphan (sorry mom and dad!), I would be able to visit new lands and battle evil in the defense of good. I would be able to keep house and be inexplicably self-sufficient. I would be poor but have pluck enough to stand up to bullies and to be proud of my meager belongings. I would be able to dance up a storm in every method of dance imaginable. In short, I would be awesome.

In addition to the awesome factor, I do think there is some aspect of orphan stories that appeals to kids simply because they don’t want to be a member of their family. At some point in time. I’m not spelling out any ill-intentions, just acknowledging that when kids get to an age when they roll their eyes at every adult they interact with, they’re probably thinking being an orphan sounds all right.

I prefer to focus on the awesome factor. It just sounds nicer.

Illustration from Noel Streatfeild’s Ballet Shoes.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Thanks

Thank you, Wonder Boy, for listening to me when I’m struggling, making me dinner when I’m too tired to cook, taking me out on fun dates and explaining to me in great depth how bluetooth technology works.

Thank you to all of my family for lots of laughs and support.

Thank you Ohio Alleycat Resource & Spay / Neuter Clinic for letting me foster Matzah Ball and Latke. They’ve made coming home in the evening so much more fun and I can think of nothing greater than having them curl up on my chest in the morning, purring up a storm.

Thank you to my friends for lots of evenings out, tons of laughter and keeping me in touch with great music, good books and more dumb great stuff online than I could ever hope to discover on my own.

Thank you to my photography teacher for getting me feeling creative again. In the past months I’ve felt inspired in a way I hadn’t in a while.

Thank you to Biggie for unintentionally making me laugh on a regular basis by forgetting to put your tongue back in your mouth and to Addy for being a loyal shadow.

Thank you to the too many friends I have who are struggling their own battles right now for giving me an example of how to persevere and live a good, honorable life.

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Rock Shows: Big Versus Little

Is it horrible that Wonder Boy and I try to see some concerts with the stated reasoning that we want to see the person play while they’re still alive? I think it’s a little morbid, but if I had applied that logic to Michael Jackson I would be a much happier woman!

So last night I saw Paul Simon play and it was pretty awesome. I forget sometimes how cool arena shows can be. I’m used to seeing concerts that cost only a few bucks and where the crowd can range in size from under 10 people to a few hundred. Seeing these small acts has risks associated with it. I may see a band that is great and they might disappear from the music scene a minute later. I may see an act in some intimate setting and have them get huge and their shows get overblown and glitzy soon after. (Please, Features, stay cool after your Twilight fame blows up!) The benefits of seeing smaller acts perform is that you are truly supporting someone in the most basic way, the costs are much less you get to act like a total hipster. (Oh Kings of Leon? I liked them after their first album and saw them on their first tour. I am so over them.)

Big, arena-type shows are generally expensive and tend to be aggressively slick. But that slickness has been earned with years of hits and experience. I’ve seen a lot of big shows in my day – Beach Boys, Billy Joel, Rod Stewart, Jimmy Buffet, Dave Matthews Band, Def Leppard, Justin Timberlake – and I still get the same thrill out of having thousands upon thousands of people all caught up in a moment. I remember the first time I saw Billy Joel play how magical I thought it was when the entire crowd was singing Piano Man to him while he just played the piano and smiled at everyone. (My older, more cynical version thinks of this as a sort of masturbatory use of fame.)

Last night Paul Simon walked out onstage and people went nuts. Being surrounded by so many people who are all pumped just to see a person, not even hear him, is crazy. And then when he started singing, even greater excitement. I like Paul Simon but I’m not driven apeshit by the site of him. I was much more enthralled by the nine people and 100+ instruments on the stage. There were seven keyboards or pianos! At one point, four different people were playing drums! It was just amazing.

I left last night with a greater respect for Paul Simon and a definite respect for the guys who play with him. Someone else in the crowed obviously felt the same when she said, “His voice is definitely better than Bob Seger’s.” (Seriously?)

I can’t help thinking about the small versus big show. The big show last night was fabulous, but good God, can you imagine what it would have been like to have seen Paul Simon in a small show after his self-titled album in 1972?

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

What I’ve Been Clicking On This Week

This has been an incredibly busy week so I haven’t spent much time cruising the world wide web. But! I’ve still found some great things.

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Preparing for the Onslaught

I’ve been feeling the pressure of the holidays since about mid-October. I love gift giving and seeing family and friends, but still find  it to be the toughest time of year. I feel rushed, don’t get enough time to myself and never feel like there is enough of me to go around. This year, I’m trying to take control.

We have 14 family events from early November to the end of December. On top of that are friends’ birthdays, holiday parties and work events. It’s a lot to facilitate so I am applying an overwhelming (ask Wonder Boy) amount of organization.

I’m well into my Christmas shopping and event prepared for holiday baking. In order to save visits to the dreaded mall, I’ve been doing a ton of online shopping. As soon as something shows up on my doorstep, I wrap it and take it to the attic. I’ve also developed a spreadsheet (nerd) of who gets what when and how much I’m spending.

I might also have all of the holiday cards addressed. That way Wonder Boy and I can write them as we watch TV and they’ll be all set to go by the end of next week.

I’m curious about you. How do you handle the holidays and keep stress at bay?

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