Judging a Book by Its Pages

 

            Most of them do it. Joanna Gaines was the first person I saw do it on an episode of Fixer Upper. Even Erin Napier of Home Town did it a few seasons back.

            Although not a new trend anymore, turning books around on bookshelves so that all you can see are white and buff-colored pages is a decorating style that many designers embrace. Creating a neutral palette, the books lining these shelves evoke a minimalist sort of vibe.

            The problem, of course, is that no author spends hours laboring over character development, word choice, or effective organization with the goal that once published, the book will be indistinguishable from any of the other books on the homeowner’s bookcase. Writers ply their trade for many reasons, and like most other workers, do enjoy getting paid; however, what drives most writers is the potential to provoke emotion, entertain, or inform the masses.

            As the daughter of two writers, I grew up listening to my dad write. Late at night, after working a full day at the Detroit Free Press, he would go up to his office on the third floor of our townhouse and pound away for hours on his avocado green Smith Corona. His books about the GM auto strike of 1972 and the demise of the Homestead steel factory outside of Pittsburgh were obviously not written because he thought they’d be big sellers, but because he thought that people should know about the plight of the worker. In other words, he thought that what he wrote about was important.

            Clearly, though, books can be important for different reasons. I absolutely love finding an entertaining book with a crazy plot twist. One of the most memorable books that I read with some of my eighth-grade students one year was Gail Giles’s Dead Girls Don’t Write Letters, which caused one boy to exclaim, “That ending was insane! That’s one of the best books I’ve ever read!” and resulted in all of the boys trying to figure out what the last sentence meant by combing through the book again to look for clues. Now that’s a book.

            Because so many doctors, politicians, and pundits are interviewed from their homes nowadays, books have become an increasingly important focal point as most of these experts opt to sit in front of their bookshelves, allowing the camera to take in the numerous tomes behind them. I find this fascinating. I’ve seen books on Grant, de Gaulle, and Gandhi. I’ve spied To Kill a Mockingbird and A Farewell to Arms. Is this just sheer coincidence that so many of these people have adopted their books as their backdrop? Of course not. These interviewees are trying to make the point that they are educated, thoughtful, and intelligent.

            While not everyone who strikes a pose in front of a bookshelf is an automatic stable genius, they are clearly aware of the fact that their books speak volumes. If their books reveal a quest for knowledge, a deeper understanding of some topic, or an appreciation for a turn of a phrase or a twist of a plot, what then, do books whose covers are turned around say about their owners?

            This is not to say that anyone who revels in rows of blank ecru staring back at him is inherently vacuous, unintelligent, and dull. Nor does it follow that books cannot be artfully arranged. But if a book owner is not even able to identify the books on his shelf, the implication is that this is not someone who might lend or reread a book — or even read in the first place. It suggests that form is more important than substance and that thoughts, ideas, and words don’t matter. Real readers, however, would argue that point. Books that educate, cause us to feel great emotion, entertain, or provoke thought or argument are important. Words matter. Especially now.

 

Five Errors to Avoid in Resumes and Cover Letters

If you’ve been using some extra time lately to polish your resume or cover letter, here are five common errors that you should definitely avoid:

  1.  “In regards to…” It’s fine if you want to give your regards to Broadway or to someone’s mom. You can also sign off a letter using “Regards­…” Otherwise, the correct phrase is “in regard to…”
  2. Do NOT capitalize job titles unless they are being used as headings. If you complete a successful bid for president, senator, mayor, or other such position and become President Serrin, Senator Niekro, or Mayor Williams, then you may capitalize your title; otherwise, keep job titles lowercase. You are applying for the position of editor, accountant, attorney, and so on.
  3. Avoid the use of “impactful.” Although this word has been used sporadically for several decades, it’s not until recently that it became a “real” word; in fact, Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, published in 2020 and considered the standard for writing and editing, does not list it. The current online version does, however, contain the word. Since “impactful” is such a recent term and can lead some people to be annoyed by its use, refrain from using it and replace it with “meaningful,” “significant,” “impressive,” and the like.
  4. Do not use exclamation points in a professional document! Ever!
  5. Submitting your resume or cover letter without having someone else proofread it is a major mistake. And just because your Aunt Sophia has a job does not mean she is qualified to edit your job application papers. Avoid the embarrassment—and potential rejection—by hiring a professional for just a few dollars. You won’t regret it!

A Few of My Favorite Things…

Great. Yesterday, when our governor issued new guidelines for essential services and social distancing due to the coronavirus, it quickly became apparent that there were still several things that I could do.  Unfortunately, while I am completely capable of doing all of them, I do not actually like to do any of these things.

Here, however, is what I can do:

Grocery shop- This is my all-time least favorite task.  There is nothing less fulfilling to me than making a list, grabbing my coupons, driving to the store, and shopping.  Nor does it end there.  As the groceries continually slide down the belt, I then have to quickly outmaneuver the well-intentioned, overly friendly baggers, who persist in wasting plastic bags by only putting two to three items in each, as if my arms will detach from their sockets when I lift the bags into the trunk of my car. If I have been quick enough to slip through undetected to efficiently bag my own groceries in my own green bags, I can then take everything to the car, load it up, drive home, and then unload all the groceries that I just spent the last hour loading. All just to have my husband say to me, “You went to the food store? You didn’t even get anything.” And if that weren’t enough, this past week was especially difficult since the hoarders had already grabbed all of the eggs, juice, butter, cheese, and bread.  Luckily, I did not have to waste my time waiting in line behind any of these people, and I was especially thankful I wasn’t behind the guy from Kansas who’d loaded up the conveyor belt with 227 condoms.  Don’t judge. We all have our priorities.

Clean- Of course, we all clean our houses to some degree. Some of us, however, clean less regularly than others since we have succumbed to the lure of a cleaning service.  So here is where I confess that aside from loading the dishwasher, doing laundry (which my husband did for years until I “retired”), and giving the downstairs an occasional vacuum, I do not actually clean my house. It’s not that I mind work; in fact, I love working outside, whether I’m mowing, raking, planting, or even—my favorite—power washing. It’s just that aside from making my bed every day (a habit that my younger son refers to as “OCD”), I really don’t enjoy cleaning rituals like dusting and mopping, nor am I as capable as the ladies who swoop through my house in an hour and ten minutes twice a month, swabbing the wood floors with Murphy’s Oil Soap, smearing our furniture with lemony Pledge (this habit has, unfortunately, led us to sliding off of our kitchen chairs at times), and leaving a scent of Fabuloso wafting through the air.  Unfortunately, I may have to bust out the dust rags and Windex myself this week since I am not sure cleaning my house constitutes an “essential service.”

Run- Nearly all of the doctors, health officials, and politicians have urged us to keep up our immune systems by continuing to exercise.  While walking is indeed healthy and, of course, quite doable by most people, myself included, I’ve always felt the need to really get my heart pumping for me to feel like I’ve exercised. To me, that means some form of punishing aerobic activity. Since the gym and all of its machines are off-limits, that means running.  At this point in my life, I have been running for over 30 years.  I have to admit that I enjoy it at some points–mainly for the first quarter of a mile.  After that, it is all downhill—in a figurative sense only because our neighborhood has numerous large hills, and I am truly ready to pack it in at any time.  If I ever discover that elusive “runner’s high,” I will bust out a pack of EZ Widers, but until that happens, I’m not holding my breath.

After this general rant, however, I am reminded that so far, I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to do all of these chores, whether I look forward to them or not. And since I’m writing this at around 5 p.m., I am also reminded that there is another activity (not specifically mentioned, strangely) in which I can participate, as well, now that the running, cleaning, and grocery shopping have all been done. Cheers!