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BROTH FROM THE CAULDRON

Pagans, spiritualists, and other open-minded thinkers will relish this memoir.

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A Wiccan practitioner shares 40 years of magic in this memoir.

In a series of vignettes about her experiences and development as a self-described shamanic witch, Fallingstar (White as Bone, Red as Blood: The Storm God, 2011, etc.) draws on themes of spirituality, history, psychology, and also addresses social and political issues. Early chapters tell the story of the author as a young girl, when she says she started to get hints that there was magic in the world and that it was an integral part of her own soul. Readers meet her family, friends, and kindred spirits she met over the years—an eclectic band of companions—as she recounts their shared experiences. Some chapters take a rollicking trip through the 1970s hippie subculture, in which she was an enthusiastic participant; in them, she writes of acid trips (in one, a giant baby gorilla battles with a god that’s “entirely composed of seething, flickering blue fire”) and free love (her ethical code was to “never to sleep with a married man unless I was also sleeping with his wife”). The chapters fly by, as most are only three or four pages long, and Fallingstar’s wry, witty observations are amusing; for example, she likens one Wiccan principle to the no-refund policy at her favorite Chinese restaurant (“When we don’t like what we have ordered from life’s menu, we can’t just send it back”). Readers will find it fun to skip around, which is easy to do, as the author’s story isn’t strictly chronological; the first half is broadly about her childhood and the latter, her development into a Wiccan practitioner. Skeptics will find some portions difficult to accept, such as her accounts of past-life memories of being burned as a witch. However, the book effectively dispels notions that witches are generally motivated by evil, and the author expresses her love of nature, noting that she “always prefer[s] to look for logic, to assume the supernatural is actually just super natural—something in nature we just don’t understand yet.” Her closing words aptly quote the 1970 film Little Big Man: “Sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn’t.”

Pagans, spiritualists, and other open-minded thinkers will relish this memoir.

Pub Date: May 12, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-63152-699-2

Page Count: 280

Publisher: She Writes Press

Review Posted Online: Feb. 10, 2020

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NIGHT

The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...

Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children. 

He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. 

The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the sphere of suffering shared, and in this case extended to the death march itself, there is no spiritual or emotional legacy here to offset any reader reluctance.

Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006

ISBN: 0374500010

Page Count: 120

Publisher: Hill & Wang

Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006

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THE PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS

FROM MEAN STREETS TO WALL STREET

Well-told and admonitory.

Young-rags-to-mature-riches memoir by broker and motivational speaker Gardner.

Born and raised in the Milwaukee ghetto, the author pulled himself up from considerable disadvantage. He was fatherless, and his adored mother wasn’t always around; once, as a child, he spied her at a family funeral accompanied by a prison guard. When beautiful, evanescent Moms was there, Chris also had to deal with Freddie “I ain’t your goddamn daddy!” Triplett, one of the meanest stepfathers in recent literature. Chris did “the dozens” with the homies, boosted a bit and in the course of youthful adventure was raped. His heroes were Miles Davis, James Brown and Muhammad Ali. Meanwhile, at the behest of Moms, he developed a fondness for reading. He joined the Navy and became a medic (preparing badass Marines for proctology), and a proficient lab technician. Moving up in San Francisco, married and then divorced, he sold medical supplies. He was recruited as a trainee at Dean Witter just around the time he became a homeless single father. All his belongings in a shopping cart, Gardner sometimes slept with his young son at the office (apparently undiscovered by the night cleaning crew). The two also frequently bedded down in a public restroom. After Gardner’s talents were finally appreciated by the firm of Bear Stearns, his American Dream became real. He got the cool duds, hot car and fine ladies so coveted from afar back in the day. He even had a meeting with Nelson Mandela. Through it all, he remained a prideful parent. His own no-daddy blues are gone now.

Well-told and admonitory.

Pub Date: June 1, 2006

ISBN: 0-06-074486-3

Page Count: 320

Publisher: Amistad/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2006

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