Book Review

‘Satch, Dizzy & Rapid Robert’

No Comments 03 June 2010

The Book Worm

Terri Schlichenmeyer

Much to your spouse’s chagrin, you can’t remember your anniversary. When asked, you can rattle off your phone number if you think about it first. Your birthdate is an easy one, but your kids’? Not so much.

Your favorite baseball player’s batting average, you know that. And your team’s league standing? Piece o’ cake.

If you’re a diehard baseball fan, you probably barely notice what your player looks like, focusing instead on what he can do with a bat, ball or glove. In “Satch, Dizzy & Rapid Robert” by Timothy M. Gay, you’ll read about men whose careers proved that stats speak louder than skin.

Although Jackie Robinson is usually credited for breaking baseball’s color barrier, the fact is that black ballplayers and white ballplayers shared the field for years before Robinson’s time. Traveling around the country to various communities, all-black “barnstormers” challenged all-white teams and drew crowds that were often bigger than series attendance. And three headliners drew the biggest crowds of all.

Leroy “Satchel” Paige, one of the best pitchers of the Negro Leagues, was born into poverty. Because his family needed the income, Satch didn’t go far in school; instead, he took a job that exposed him to baseball. Intrigued, and too poor to afford a ball, Satch practiced by lobbing rocks.

When he was 12-years-old, Satch was nabbed for petty theft and sent to the Industrial School for Negro Children at Mount Miegs, Ala. The discipline he learned there changed his life. The coaching he got there made his career.

Satch’s foe and friend Jay Hanna “Dizzy” Dean also came from lean roots.

Born of sharecroppers, Diz was too poor to afford shoes as a boy, and learned to perch on the pitcher’s mound, barefoot. But once his talent was discovered, he never had to worry about shoes again. Dizzy Dean became a star, although not a humble one: he was known for driving his car around town, offering autographs.

But as Dizzy and Satch aged, there was a newcomer on the horizon.

Bobby Feller was apple-cheeked and perfect, every mother’s dream. He was a baseball manager’s dream, too, because Feller could pitch a ball so fast it almost sizzled. A life of baseball was what Feller had wanted since he was young. Signed to play while he was still in high school, “Rapid Robert” couldn’t wait to start barnstorming.

Does summer equal baseball in your mind? Then “Satch, Dizzy & Rapid Robert” will be a big home run for you.

With a fans’eye view, fast-play excitement and a casual 1930s feel, Gay puts readers in the bleachers with this well-researched book. What I particularly liked is that Gay told the story of his three subjects, but he didn’t ignore other key people of the era. Sometimes this is missing in books of this genre, but not here.

If you’re root-root-rooting for something good to read, catch “Satch, Dizzy & Rapid Robert.”

Book Review

‘Hot Stuff: Disco And The Remaking Of American Culture’

No Comments 27 May 2010

The Bookworm
By Terri Schlichenmeyer

Either you had it, or you didn’t. If you had it, you moved across the floor as if your feet were greased, graceful, in unison with the thump-thump-thump reverberating in your stomach. If you didn’t have it, your legs tangled like cheap rubber bands, which sorta made you sick to your stomach. If you had it, you loved the whole dance scene. If you didn’t have it, disco sucked.

No matter what your opinion may (still) be on platform shoes, shiny shirts and dance music, there’s no denying the strong impact disco had on the way we spent our Saturday nights in the ’70s. Read more in “Hot Stuff: Disco and the Remaking of American Culture” by Alice Echols.

Though most people probably think “late ’70s” when they think of disco, the odd truth is that disco began about decade earlier.

Echols says discotheques were wildly popular in Europe quite awhile before we donned Qiana shirts and handkerchief-hemmed dresses. Americans traveling overseas in the late 1960s brought that influence home with them, but black R&B singers had already started to release songs with the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa beat that was impossible to resist.

Disco might have stayed a largely unnoticed fad had it not been for the Gay Revolution. As recently as 1969, it was illegal in most major cities for men to dance together. The law was ignored, broken, violently protested and eventually repealed, but by 1970, most gay bars allowed dancing and disco took hold.

But disco dancing couldn’t have become the phenomenon it was without someone to spin the records. Prior to the club DJs, dancers stood around for long, awkward seconds between songs while the juke box cycled to the next song. But with DJs the songs seemingly never stopped.

At the close of the 1970s, disco was so ingrained in the culture that a movie was being made from a fabricated magazine article, songs from fabricated groups were topping the charts and disco mania was thrown into overdrive. But it couldn’t last. A backlash swept across the country, cries of “Disco Sucks” were loud and gay men began dying of AIDS, which shut down many clubs.

Still got your dancing shoes? You’ll want to put them on one more time when you read this book, but keep them handy. Echols says disco is enjoying a resurgence. It’s possible it never really went away.

As someone who bought her first disco dress at the then-scandalously ridiculous price of $68, I really enjoyed this book. But memories of that pink dress made me notice there’s a lot missing in “Hot Stuff,” namely the fashions, nonmusician celebs and the famous clubs.

Studio 54 barely garners a mention as does Hollywood and its residents. I liked this book, but I wanted more, more, more!

For anyone who looks upon the disco years with fondness, regret or a wish to have been there, “Hot Stuff” is a fun trip back. If you love the ’70s, you gotta have it.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

Book Review

‘Heart of the Matter’

No Comments 20 May 2010

The Book Worm

By Terri Schlichenmeyer

Last night, the camel’s back was broken. You used to be in love, the two of you. There were long conversations, lingering looks and lots of laughter. In those days, there was no doubt that he was “the one.”

Lately, though, it seems that all you do is fight. Conversation consists of snide, nothing-to-laugh-at comments and after last night, well, you don’t know if you can ever forgive him.

When a relationship line is crossed, can two people step backward? Maybe, as you’ll discover in the new novel “Heart of the Matter” by Emily Giffin.

Tessa Russo has everything: two beautiful children, a Tudor house in a tony suburb and a handsome husband who happens to be one of the world’s leading pediatric plastic surgeons.

Nick is dedicated to his work and his patients love him; so does Tessa, which is why she never complains when he has to leave the house at a moment’s notice, even on the night of their anniversary.

Life has been good to Tessa these years, and she wonders how different it would have been if she’d married the man she was engaged to when she met Nick. She remembers that night, how she got on the subway and saw Nick and was instantly in love. He had remarked on her gigantic engagement ring, she started to cry and he gave her his number. Six months later, she was wearing his diamond.

Nick is Tessa’s best friend. No matter what her feminist mother says and whatever the neighborhood gossip, she can’t imagine that she could be any happier than she is right now.

Valerie Anderson didn’t want her son, Charlie, going to his classmate’s birthday party. It wasn’t that she had anything against the kid, but the boy’s mother was so uppity. Valerie knew women like that, and they always looked down on single, working mothers like her.

If only she had listened to her gut that night, then Charlie wouldn’t have gotten hurt. And if Charlie hadn’t gotten hurt, he wouldn’t have needed a plastic surgeon. And if that hadn’t happened, then Valerie wouldn’t have met Nick Russo and three lives wouldn’t have intersected so harshly.

I hope I didn’t spoil the ending for you, but by the second chapter of “Heart of the Matter”, you pretty much know what’s going to happen, anyhow.

The thing is, you really don’t.

Giffin weaves a story about trust, love and willingness to sacrifice even when you can’t bear to do it, but she doesn’t allow much predictability. Each of her characters is complex in a light-novel sort of way and though I enjoyed my time spent with them, I vacillated between loving them and wanting to yell at them. With reactions like that, who can resist?

If you’re looking for some lighter reading this summer, look for “Heart of the Matter.” For the beach or for vacation, you’ll never forgive yourself if you miss it.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

Book Review

‘The Hypnotist’

No Comments 13 May 2010

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By Terri Schlichenmeyer

Snap.

That’s all it took — a finger snap — for several volunteer participants to go slack in their seats. Were they really under the host’s spell? Didn’t matter, the show was pretty funny anyhow. To the delight of the rest of the audience, the volunteers acted as if they were driving cars, dancing in a nightclub, stopping a robbery. The host had them doing all sorts of crazy things, and none of them remembered anything when he … Snapped.

Have you ever been hypnotized? Lucian Glass was, and in the new novel “The Hypnotist” by M.J. Rose, Lucian’s session revealed secrets from long ago that could unravel a string of murders.

Buried underground for centuries, the sculpture’s appearance wasn’t impressive: Worn, gray and battered, many of the precious stones that once adorned it were nearly gone. But considering that it had been crafted of wood by Phokians in the mid-fourth century, the chryselephantine sculpture of the God Hypnos was in excellent shape.

The question was where Hypnos had come from. A generous benefactor had bequeathed the statue to New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art decades ago, and it had recently been rediscovered in an underground crate. But its route to America was muddied and several countries — including Iran — claimed that Hypnos had been illegally smuggled to the U.S. over a century ago. Each was demanding return of the statue, but the Met wasn’t budging.

For their part, the Iranian government didn’t just want the statue because of their cultural heritage. Rumor had it that Hypnos was a vessel for Memory Tools, ancient flotsam that, together, allowed humans to travel in time and control the minds of others. The Iranians wanted the power that Hypnos would give them.

But they weren’t the only ones. Dr. Malachai Samuels also knew about the Memory Tools, and as the director of the Phoenix Foundation and as a student of past life study, Samuels fully understood what the tools could do for him.

But wherever Samuels went, somebody died, and Agent Lucian Glass needed to stop it. He’d been hunting Samuels for years, but finding him wasn’t Lucian’s only focus. When he was 19 years old, Lucian’s first love had been killed, presumably over a Matisse painting. Could a past life help him solve two modern crimes?

Aside from the fact that there are way more characters than there probably needed to be, “The Hypnotist” is quite mesmerizing and thrilling.

Rose spins a tale that spans many centuries and bounces from ancient Greece to Persia to France and America. Reincarnation theorists will love the way she weaves several past-life suppositions into her story, and even skeptics will be intrigued by the (maybe?) fictional possibilities.

Despite that I was occasionally confused by the “too many characters” problem, I enjoyed the complexity of the plot and if you’ve read the other Reincarnationist book, you will, too. Fans, believers and art lovers will want to grab “The Hypnotist” … in a snap.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

Book Review

“Powder Necklace”

No Comments 06 May 2010

The Bookworm

By Terri Schlichenmeyer

“You’re grounded!”

If you’re like most adults, you heard that about once a month when you were a teenager. You were grounded more times than a broken-down airplane: grounded for missing curfew (10 o’clock; nine on a school night), for not keeping your room clean (it was your room, right?) and grounded for not being respectful to your elders (no comment). You can laugh about it now.

Your parents’ rules made you into a pretty good person and you knew they meant well. But in the new novel “Powder Necklace” by Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond, a young girl’s mother makes some decisions that don’t seem quite right.

Lila Adjei should have known better. For most of the 13-year-old’s life, her Ghana-born mother claimed that boys would “spoil” Lila, and that she should avoid them. No problem; boys really didn’t impress Lila much anyhow. Still, it surprised her when Mum flew into a rage upon learning that Lila had been inviting a friend-boy over to do homework.

It surprised Lila even more when, after being told that she would stay at Auntie’s house to give her mother “a break,” she realized her Mum was driving toward the airport. Alone and horrified, Lila was put on a plane bound for Ghana.

As a native Londoner, Lila had only the barest idea what faced her in Ghana. She spoke some Twi, but no other Ghanaian languages. She’d be staying with her mother’s sister, but Lila barely knew the woman. And what about school?

The answer came all too quickly: Lila was sent to Dadaba Girl’s Secondary School where she no longer had her own bedroom, but slept instead in a dorm. Everybody called her a broni, a black white girl. And those steamy showers she once enjoyed? They were a thing of the past: baths were taken outdoors from a bucket she had to carry herself. And that was if water was available. If it wasn’t, she did what the other girls did, and powdered her neck to look like she’d bathed.

As the weeks passed, Lila prayed that her mother would bring her home. When she was finally fetched back to London, it wasn’t for long. Mum always said God knew what was good for everyone, but how could such turmoil be anything good?

For a debut novel, “Powder Necklace” isn’t bad. Brew-Hammond does a fine job at giving voice to a pampered teenager who not-so-happily endures the whims of adults that only want “what’s best for her.” Basically, Lila is a likeable and believable character.

What’s not believable is the multi-city, multi-continent journey that 13-year-old Lila makes in the course of just a few short months. I enjoyed the London-to-Ghana-and-back sojourn (as well as what happened in between), but the NYC-to-Disney whirlwind storyline was pretty far-fetched. It didn’t ruin this otherwise solid novel, but it came close.

If you can ignore that wordy bit of first-time-writer-itis, you’ll find a budding new author to watch. Overall, despite some flaws, “Powder Necklace” is relatively well-grounded.

Book Review

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

1 Comment 06 May 2010

On The Aisle

By Tony Macklin

“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” is a brutal movie. It’s also compelling and absorbing. It takes one on a journey down the icy roads to hell with a dogged, investigative journalist and an avenging punk angel … an odd couple par excellence.

Based on the novel by Swedish writer Stieg Larsson, originally titled “Men Who Hate Women,” it’s a potent adaptation.

Last year and this year have been a fertile time for memorable foreign films: “The White Ribbon,” “Mother,” “A Prophet” and “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.” These films are unique and thought provoking. It’s been a long time since such a group of brilliant foreign films have made it to mainstream American theaters.

“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” is the story of Mikael Blomkvist (Michael Nyquist), a disgraced journalist who loses a libel case against a big corporation and is sentenced to jail.

Also struggling to survive is Lisbeth Salander (Noomi Rapace), a girl who is her own person and has tattoos and piercings to emphasize that. Lisbeth is an enigmatic cyber-hacker who works for a security company. She is silently willful, wary, alienated and fiercely independent.

But her independence is taken away from her when she is assigned to a guardian who begins to brutalize her. These are the most stunning sequences in a movie about a world of psychological damage.

Before Mikael is jailed, he is offered a job by Henrik Vanger (Sven-Bertil Taube), head of a Swedish industrial empire, who wants Mikael to find out who murdered his niece 36 years ago. He thinks it was a family member.

Mikael reluctantly accepts the case and eventually becomes obsessed with it. He enlists the recalcitrant Lisbeth, who once cyber-tracked him. It leads to danger and horror.

Swedish director Niels Arden Oplev has captured a remote world that is snowy, frigid and bleak with shafts of sunlight. It’s an atmosphere of frozen, glaring dread.

Oplev has made a film of faces, evocative expressions, puzzled, thoughtful, grim, that hide thwarted ideals and torn psyches. It may remind one of “Blow-Up and “The Silence of the Lambs.”

Larsson died suddenly at age 50 in 2004, before his Millennium trilogy (with its Dragon Tattoo novel) was published. His three novels have sold 21 million copies worldwide. Larsson never knew he was the second bestseller worldwide in 2008.

As with “The Silence of the Lambs,” one should read the novel as well as see the film. The books and movies differ.

The movie “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” is more stylish than the book, but Larsson tells a better story, is less contrived and develops his characters more.

The movie amplifies the brutality but simplifies the relationships and cuts out key characters. Mikael’s daughter, who comes up with a major clue, is cut; her clue is given by Lisbeth in the movie. Mikael’s several bed partners are limited to one. His romantic relationship with his magazine co-founder is diminished to a few looks. At least the sadism of the dead cat is left out of the movie.

The book, because of its details, has a fascination the movie doesn’t have. And the book seems less contrived. Mikael has a motivation to work for Henrik that is not in the movie.

There’s also a scene added by the two screenwriters in which Lisbeth confronts the killer near the end that is not Larsson. In fact, he probably would have thought it different from what he was after.

But Larsson would have been smitten with Rapace, who brings his character Lisbeth to intoxicating life. Larsson, the author of “Men Who Hate Women,” loved women … especially those with dragon tattoos.

Tony Macklin, a former college English and film professor, is still foraging for truth in literature and film, in Arkansas, Las Vegas and beyond.

Book Review

‘One Good Dog’

No Comments 22 April 2010

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By Terri Schlichenmeyer

There you were, at the top of your game. You thought you had it all, Midas with the magic touch, Glenda with a magic wand, Superman with a magic cape. Life was good … for a while. Then, in what seemed like a microbyte of a nanosecond, the magic touch tarnished, the wand became a cheap sparkler and the cape a dishtowel. Everything was gone. Welcome to the new economy, where you’re not alone.

In the new novel “One Good Dog” by Susan Wilson, a man at the top of the heap loses everything and finds what’s important.

Sophie, his assistant, had no idea what she’d done when she wrote those three words, “your sister called,” on the “While You Were Out” slip. But the second Adam March read those words, his head pounded. He hadn’t seen Vanessa since he was five years old. Her disappearance was the beginning of the end of his childhood. It was impossible that she’d call when he was about to launch a takeover at work. Impossible.

Adam snapped. It took four middle managers to wrestle him to the ground. It took 10 minutes for them to throw him out of the building. Within days, his wife, Sterling, filed for divorce, and Sophie filed assault charges.

Six months later, Adam lived in a unit in a row of apartments between the poor side of town and the bad side of town. And if it wasn’t enough that Sterling kept Adam from seeing their daughter, Ariel, and if it wasn’t enough that Adam lost his job, his house, his money and his friends, the final outrage was that he was sentenced to work in a soup kitchen for a year, doing manual labor and serving homeless men. The sentence was the final nail in the coffin of indignity in Adam’s life.

On the bad side of town, a dog waited in a basement, in a cage. The only life he’d ever known was in the plywood ring where he fought, but he’d heard from practice dogs that there was another life, one of friendly pats and soft beds. He wouldn’t like being submissive, but he was intrigued. Freedom would be nice. So he bided his time until he could escape.

Take one lost soul, add another lost soul, mix them with average people in a downtrodden neighborhood and you’ve got one of the best books of the year, paws down.

I loved how Wilson gives voice to both sides of this story, dog and man, and that she doesn’t shy away from the brutality and heartbreak of their lives. I loved the gentle way the story unfolds. Would you be surprised if I told you that you’ll be tear-stained by the end of this book?

It’s rare for me to carry a novel everywhere until I finish it, but I did with this one and I doubt you’ll be able to put it down, either. For sure, “One Good Dog” belongs on the top of everyone’s reading list.

Book Review

‘Dear Dad’

No Comments 15 April 2010

The Bookworm

By Terri Schlichenmeyer

From the minute that child came into the house, you knew you were in trouble. You never asked for a brother or sister, but there you were. And from then on, you had to share toys, Mom, everything.

But it wasn’t all bad. With a sibling in the house, there was always somebody to play with. It pretty much doubled your toys. And best of all, you knew, down-deep, that somebody would always have your back.

But what if you were kept from your siblings and denied your birthright? Who would have your back then? Ky-Mani Marley says he loves his family, and he wishes for the closeness they should have had. In the new book “Dear Dad” he explains.

Born in Falmouth, Jamaica — the place most of us think as paradise — Ky-Mani Marley says that his family was dirt-poor. Nine people lived in a two-room shack and the building had no kitchen or bathroom. Still, he had an idyllic childhood and he remembers being happy and completely cherished.

Ky-Mani always knew that he had “royal lineage.” His mother, Anita, was a championship table-tennis player and, during a tournament, she met a fan named Bob Marley. Ky-Mani says that Anita pretended indifference to Marley’s attention, but the connection was there and it endured. After Ky-Mani was born, the King of Reggae spent lots of time in Falmouth, and was said to have been looking for a house for his family when he died of cancer in 1981.

A year after Bob Marley’s death, Ky-Mani’s grandmother decided to move the family to America, the land where everybody got a “pot of gold.” But as far as Ky-Mani could see, poverty was worse and drug-dealing was the only thing profitable. At 10 years old, he was selling weed as easily as some kids sell lemonade.

By the time he was an adult, Ky-Mani had seized control of his legacy and started making music and writing songs. So that his life would always “mean something,” he started his own nonprofit foundation (www.LoveOverAll.org).

And about the family he loves? He has some painful things to say …

While I was dismayed to see the “controversy” explained so late in this book — nearly a quarter into the story-and though he tends to belabor several points often for many, many pages and though he tends. To. Write in. Slang and. Annoyingly. Short. Sentences, Ky-Mani has a voice that lifts his readers straight onto the sands of Jamaica.

He describes incredible poverty amid sand, sun and love. He personifies “it takes a village to raise a child,” saying it perfectly in this book. His stories are funny, much like those that you’d hear at the table of an old friend. This abundance of good canceled out what annoyed me, and I ended up liking this book quite a bit.

If you’re a fan of either Marley musician and you’re in the mood for a quick read, grab a copy of “Dear Dad.” For you, this is a book to bring into the house.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

Book Review

Tupac Shakur

No Comments 01 April 2010

Have you ever wondered why music is important to you? Scientists have all sorts of explanations, but you probably can’t live without your iPod because the tunes you love speak to you. Those songs move you, body and soul, and the singers say words only you wish you could say.
But despite the fame and fortune, the lives of those singers aren’t as great as you think they are, or were, as in the case of one rapper.
In the new book “Tupac Shakur: The Life and Times of an American Icon” by Tayannah Lee McQuillar and Fred L. Johnson III, you’ll read about this icon.
Afeni Shakur was an activist. Born before the Civil Rights Movement, she joined the Black Panthers as an adult and quickly became a leader within the group. She conceived her first child while on bail for conspiracy charges (for which she was subsequently found not guilty). She named the child Lesane but later re-named him Tupac, after a revolutionary Incan emperor.
Though he was almost always homeless, had little to eat or wear, and though many of the adults surrounding him were in trouble or in jail, Tupac Shakur grew up to be “a sensitive soul.” He attended Baltimore School for the Arts, acted in plays and wrote poetry. He was well-versed in Shakespeare. His best friend was a white boy named John.
And then, to protect Tupac and his younger sister from violence in New York, Afeni sent her children to California to live with a friend who turned out to be an angry alcoholic. Because he knew little about sports and a lot about literature, Tupac was preyed upon by rougher boys near his new home.
Trying to fit in, Tupac briefly dealt drugs. He couldn’t play basketball, but he was “stunning on the microphone,” which gained the attention of a woman who took him under her wing. She nurtured Tupac’s talents and guided him, and within three years, he was a star.
But although Tupac’s career was on the rise, his life was out of control. Because of the lyrics, his songs were banned and vilified. He began hanging out with people who were into drugs and guns. He was shot, spent time in jail, and was shot again. And in the end, Tupac’s music couldn’t save him.
Ostensibly a book about the life of a musician, “Tupac Shakur” is merely half that. The other half of the book is a reiteration of the history and 1960s culture, tedious biographies, and plenty of repetition in scattershot chapters.
Although the authors include a thorough examination of the infamous feud between rappers it wasn’t enough. The “extras” simply overshadowed the good in this book. I would have been happier if “Tupac Shakur” had stuck with the story of Tupac Shakur.
If you’re looking for a definitive biography on the musician, this book isn’t quite what you want. It’s OK, but overall, “Tupac Shakur” just doesn’t wrap it up enough.
Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

The Bookworm

By Terri Schlichenmeyer

Have you ever wondered why music is important to you? Scientists have all sorts of explanations, but you probably can’t live without your iPod because the tunes you love speak to you. Those songs move you, body and soul, and the singers say words only you wish you could say.

But despite the fame and fortune, the lives of those singers aren’t as great as you think they are, or were, as in the case of one rapper.

In the new book “Tupac Shakur: The Life and Times of an American Icon” by Tayannah Lee McQuillar and Fred L. Johnson III, you’ll read about this icon.

Afeni Shakur was an activist. Born before the Civil Rights Movement, she joined the Black Panthers as an adult and quickly became a leader within the group. She conceived her first child while on bail for conspiracy charges (for which she was subsequently found not guilty). She named the child Lesane but later re-named him Tupac, after a revolutionary Incan emperor.

Though he was almost always homeless, had little to eat or wear, and though many of the adults surrounding him were in trouble or in jail, Tupac Shakur grew up to be “a sensitive soul.” He attended Baltimore School for the Arts, acted in plays and wrote poetry. He was well-versed in Shakespeare. His best friend was a white boy named John.

And then, to protect Tupac and his younger sister from violence in New York, Afeni sent her children to California to live with a friend who turned out to be an angry alcoholic. Because he knew little about sports and a lot about literature, Tupac was preyed upon by rougher boys near his new home.

Trying to fit in, Tupac briefly dealt drugs. He couldn’t play basketball, but he was “stunning on the microphone,” which gained the attention of a woman who took him under her wing. She nurtured Tupac’s talents and guided him, and within three years, he was a star.

But although Tupac’s career was on the rise, his life was out of control. Because of the lyrics, his songs were banned and vilified. He began hanging out with people who were into drugs and guns. He was shot, spent time in jail, and was shot again. And in the end, Tupac’s music couldn’t save him.

Ostensibly a book about the life of a musician, “Tupac Shakur” is merely half that. The other half of the book is a reiteration of the history and 1960s culture, tedious biographies, and plenty of repetition in scattershot chapters.

Although the authors include a thorough examination of the infamous feud between rappers it wasn’t enough. The “extras” simply overshadowed the good in this book. I would have been happier if “Tupac Shakur” had stuck with the story of Tupac Shakur.

If you’re looking for a definitive biography on the musician, this book isn’t quite what you want. It’s OK, but overall, “Tupac Shakur” just doesn’t wrap it up enough.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

Book Review

‘A Purse Of Your Own’

No Comments 25 March 2010

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By Terri Schlichenmeyer

Nobody has to tell you that the economy is uncertain. You live it. The job (if you have one) is shaky. The savings account (if you have one) is emptying. Debt (you have that!) is growing and your way of life has changed, perhaps forever.

You’d like to make your money go in a different direction but as far as you’re concerned, financial information might as well be written in Greek. But there’s help: if you just don’t get it, get “A Purse of Your Own” by Deborah Owens.

You’ve never invested in stocks because it’s scary, right? It’s hard to understand, and besides — you don’t have the money in the first place. Wrong, says Owens. Take baby steps. Begin by looking at your assets, liabilities and overall budget. When everything’s written down, you might be surprised to see that you can shave a little money here or there to invest. Even $5 a week can turn into thousands of dollars in profit if you have the patience.

Once you have a nest egg and are comfortable enough to invest, remember to do four things: diversify, diversify, diversify and don’t let fear keep you from acting. Because of the Internet, it’s easy to research the businesses in which you want to invest. Owens says to look for companies whose business models reflect your values. Buy stock in those that make the products you like.

So how to get started? You can buy stocks online or you can use a broker; there are advantages and disadvantages to both. In either case, Owens says, a financial advisor may be your portfolio’s BFF.

Embrace the 7 Wealthy Habits, one of which is to keep an eye on “the big picture.” Reach for more than what you can immediately see. Ignore nay-sayers but accept real help when it’s offered. Do your homework and pay attention. Never put your eggs in one basket. Educate yourself about investments, bonds, mutual funds and tax-deferred retirement plans. Treat your portfolio as you would a family member. Be sure to “pay it forward.”

Tired of seeing your money disappear? Then dig in your purse, sharpen your pencil and get ready to learn how to stop the drain by reading this book.

Using analogies that are easy-to-understand, Owens starts from the beginning with a family that was shocked to see the small size of their net worth. From there, she moves through the various ways to invest and save, how to start and utilize an investing club for support, and how to think like a wealthy woman.

Owens’ advice is solid, real and a little outside-the-box and the quizzes she includes (what is your Purseonality?) are eye-opening, all of which makes the entire finance industry seem seriously fun.

Even if you’ve only got a few dollars to spare but you want to see it grow, “A Purse of Your Own” is a book to bag. Invest a few dollars in it, and you’ll soon be investing like a pro.

Terri Schlichenmeyer collects books, tigers, trivia and book bags. She has also been accused of collecting dust now and then.

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