Thursday, September 6, 2012

Bring the Boys (and Girls!) Home!




I am not going to front . . .
Yeah… I'm for Obama.
However, that doesn't mean I don't have issues with him and some of his policies.
I happen to be a veteran and, though I don't have any family or close friends presently serving in the military, I'm concerned about our guys/gals in Afghanistan.
When are they coming home?
We've killed Osama Bin Laden.
Now we have to stamp out al Qaeda?
Really?
How do know when we do?
Is there a particular person we're expecting to wave the white flag?
Who?
We can't judge our success/failure by the number of suicide attacks against our troops in that country… they will likely continue as long as we are there and available to be attacked.
Are they al Qaeda?  Are they not? Who knows? Who is to say?
I do not claim to be a foreign policy expert or a military strategist, but it seems to me that the problem with fighting terrorism, is that there will always be some fanatics committing acts of terrorism. Some will not be al Qaeda, but will title themselves so in hope in hope of giving themselves credibility.
So… how do we know when to  stop?
When can we come home?
I am sorry but 2014 is too long when there seems to be no specific goal that can be accomplished by waiting that long.
Our original aim  was to kill Osama bin Laden.
We accomplished it.
Unless you can give us another definitive goal, Pres. Obama, please...bring our kids home.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Black Isle by Sandi Tan - Review Published in Philadelphia Inquirer



Twists and turns in a tale peopled with dark forces

August 04, 2012|Reviewed by Karen E. Quinones Miller for The Philadelphia Inquirer

By Sandi Tan
Grand Central Publishing. 480 pp. $24.99


She's an old Asian woman who lives by routine - making weekly visits to the store, to the laundry, doing what old women do.
http://www.bookbrowse.com/images/previews_images/0446563927.jpgMost important, she goes to the archive section of the library every Saturday to visit the book - the book that contained her photograph, surrounded by a story filled with lies but that revealed one truth: She can communicate with ghosts.
Then, one Saturday she finds the book she's been quietly visiting for decades has been vandalized. Most of the pages have been torn out. In the photograph, her head has been blackened out with marker. A feeling of dread descends upon her - someone, she decides, is trying to erase her life.
As she slowly makes her way back to her apartment, she sees two crows collide and then plummet to the ground. That, she decides, can't be good.
Later that evening, she receives a telephone call from a woman who identifies herself as a university professor writing a book on "superstition in 20th-century Asia," and asking for an interview. The professor punctuates her request with an ominous statement: "Someone - and this person or persons must really be obsessed - has been cutting you out of history."
The old woman hangs up, deciding she will not let herself be wiped out. "I will not become a ghost."

"The Black Isle" is author Sandi Tan's debut novel.The Black Isle, the debut novel of Sandi Tan, tells the story of Ling, born to a middle-class family in 1922 Shanghai. She has a twin brother, Li, and a set of younger twin sisters. Ling's mother is agoraphobic, and her father is a quiet, hen-pecked schoolteacher.
She sees her first ghost when she's 7 - one of her mother's former housemaids who killed herself when Ling was an infant. The uproar created when she lets the household know about her vision leads her to vow not to mention her spiritual abilities again.
Shortly afterward, the family's fortunes take a drastic turn for the worse. The Great Depression that followed the 1929 American stock market crash makes its way around the world, and Shanghai is not spared. The family's savings are erased and the family patriarch loses his job. The only thing to do, the parents decide, is for the father to travel to the Black Isle to work and send his salary back to support the homestead. It is also decided that Ling and Li will accompany their father.
And it is while living in the Black Isle - actually, a band of tropical islands in the South Seas - that Ling's spiritual powers seem to go wild. She sees ghosts everywhere and spends most of her time trying to ignore their questions regarding their deaths or the whereabouts of their loved ones.
At one point, her father becomes the caretaker of a rubber plantation that is not only filled with ghosts that Ling alone can see, but that is supposedly haunted by pontianaks - spirits of women who die in childbirth. When a pontianak attacks Ling's family, she decapitates the supposedly mythical creature after it kills a visitor.
Shortly after, Ling separates from her brother and father and finds employment as a companion for the rich Wee family. World II looms, and the Japanese invasion and occupation of the Black Isle forever changes Ling's life - and she becomes an important part of the Black Isle's history. Her contribution is so important the few who know about her role realize the Black Isle might never have made it into the 21st century without Ling's help. So why would someone want her removed from the history books?
Beautifully written, with a storyline that spans 70 years, The Black Isle is a historical novel that is both breathtaking and haunting. The characters are vivid - some simply charming, some horrifyingly scary - and the plot has so many twists and turns it seems as though you're reading a winding country road.
There are some plot points, however, that some might find a bit more than controversial, including a somewhat incestuous relationship and an incident of bestiality that, to be honest, is so mind boggling it's hard to believe. And because the episode did nothing to move the plot forward, it probably would have been best to simply excise it from the story.
Minor flaws notwithstanding, The Black Isle is an engaging and engrossing novel that will absolutely captivate you and should not be missed. It will take you on a journey you will not soon forget.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Ropa Vieja - Old Clothes Never Tasted So Good!

 

Ropa Vieja actually means "old clothes" in Spanish. Ugh! Why would anyone want to eat something called old clothes? Well, if you let the name stop you, you're going to miss out on a real treat! I've never met anyone who's tasted ropa vieja who doesn't like it!

It's actually a Cuban dish, but many of those of Spanish Caribbean descent cook it. It was a favorite of my Cuban godmother, Leonore Dome, but it was my Puerto Rican godmother -- Maria Jiminez -- who taught me to cook it.

Below is my ropa vieja recipe. I hope you enjoy!

*4 pounds of beef chuck (get the toughest -- i.e. cheapest -- piece of beef here. For ropa vieja, it won't matter!)
*3 large onions (1 sliced, 2 chopped)
*Salt
*Black pepper
*1 large bell pepper (sliced)
*1 large red pepper (sliced)
*1/4 cup of olive oil
*3 cloves of garlic (peeled and crushed) or 4 teaspoons of minced garlic
*1 large can of crushed tomatoes
*2 large tomatoes - chopped in large pieces
*3 bay leaves
*1/2 cup dry sherry
*1/2 cup capers

1.  Season beef with salt and pepper, and let sit for an hour.

2.  Place beef in iron skillet with enough water to cover, add sliced onion, cover skillet, and put on low heat. Let cook for three hours (keep adding water as needed) then remove beef from pan, and let cool.

3.  Place the water left in the skillet in another container, and set aside.

4.  Use your fingers to start shredding the beef. The finer your shred it, the better the meal!

5.  Heat olive oil into skillet on high, then add garlic.

6.  Reduce heat, add the chopped onions, bell pepper and red pepper. Let cook for 10 minutes.

7.  Add beef, dry sherry, and 1/2 cup of water that was set aside from original pan (if less than 1/2 cup, just add tap water.). Stir until mixed.

8.  Add can of crushed tomatoes, chopped fresh tomatoes, and bay leaves. Stir until mixed well. Let cook for 20 minutes on low heat.

9.  Remove from heat, and remove the bay leaves (they are a choking hazzard!!!!)

10.  Add the capers as garnish

Serve your delicious ropa vieja with yellow rice and beans ( I recommend black beans or chick peas!). . . and a nice garden salad!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Is There No Longer Honor Amongst Authors?


 Everyone knows I'm about my hustle when it comes to selling my books, so maybe that's why a young woman emailed me to boast about selling her own books in the parking lot outside the store where another author was having a signing.



I don't think that's hustling. I think that's some low-life stinky shit.

But maybe that's just me.

Me, however, being me . . . I told this author exactly how I felt about her actions. And while I always welcome other authors to my signings -- and always shout them out -- I asked to please make sure she misses mine.

I don't understand whatever happened to honor between authors -- but I find it more and more rare as time goes on.

I've always encouraged authors to help each other out by exchanging bundles of postcards and bookmarks. If one author is going to a book event in San Francisco and another is going to New York for a book event, then by handing out each others cards they are helping each other promote in places they may not otherwise be able to do so.

I've done this for years! Some of the authors whom I have supported and who have supported me in this include Gloria Mallette, Mary Morrison, Tracy P. Thompson, Zane, Victoria Christopher Murray, and many others.

So, I recently had lunch with a new author whose debut book I had read and enjoyed. She lives in New Jersey, but was in Philadelphia for a book signing. I couldn't make her signing, but I called her and arranged to take her to lunch to make up for it. Over lunch I gave her as much advice as she asked for, told her again how much I enjoyed her book. It was the weekend before the Harlem Book Fair, and I shared with her that I would not be able to attend. We then exchanged postcards and bookmarks, with the understanding that she would give mine out at the HBF and I would give hers out at the next events I attended.

Something came up, and I was able to attend the HBF after all, and I ran into the author. I was so excited, as I had arranged for one of my editors, Brigette Smith of Gallery Books (Simon & Schuster), to meet me with excerpt booklets for An Angry Ass Black Woman, but since Brigette wouldn't be there for another hour or so I hoped to get the postcards I'd given the author to give out.

The author seemed excited to see me, also . . . but then when I asked about the postcards, she turned and started talking to someone else. I waited until she finished talking, and then asked again. She again started talking to someone else. This time, I was rude . . . and broke in and asked if she had any of my postcards. She got a strange look on her face and said, "No, but if you can leave some here at my booth if you'd like."

I audibly gasped, and she averted her eyes.

If she had just said she'd forgotten them I would have understood. That happens. But for her to make believe she didn't know what I was even talking about . . . well! I thought it was rather disrespectful; and not a very honorable way to act.

I walked away, very upset. But not so upset that when I host my event next week that I won't give out her bookmarks.

It's the upright and honorable thing to do.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Book Review - Homer & Langley

Title: Homer & Langley
Author: – E. L. Doctorow
Publisher – Random House
September 2009

Reviewed by Karen E. Quinones Miller for The Philadelphia Inquirer

I need – yes, need – to start off this review of E. L. Doctorow’s latest novel, Homer & Langley, by saying that I’m a fan of Doctorow. I’ve read most of his books (Ragtime, Billy Bathgate, and Waterworks are my favorites), and have been looking forward to reading his new literary work for months.

When I read the very first line in the book, “I’m Homer, the blind brother, I didn’t lose my sight all at once, it was like the movies, a slow fade-out,” I let out a sigh of pleasure. The writing already proved to be exquisite. And the writing remained a masterpiece throughout the book; it was the story that I found lacking.