Two Books That Are Similar In That They Are Both Books

Maxine Hung Kingston’s Tripmaster Monkey and Rebecca Solnit’s Hollow City are two very different books, but each give insight into two very important pieces of the San Francisco puzzle.

Tripmaster Monkey is a very unique book that changes with every page. The protagonist Wittman Ah Sing is a witty, rebellious hippie poet, trying to make sense of the world and the city that surrounds him. Kingston gives the book a distinctive flair, including humor and observation on every page. Wittman’s mind wanders as he is having conversations with girls, writing, or working, and the reader is able to learn much from his silent surveillance and scrutiny of others. The way the writing revolves around Wittman’s thoughts makes him an even more realistic character and makes the book far more enjoyable to read. There are lots of references to beat poets and famous San Francisco areas so, even though this is not a work of non-fiction, the reader is still able to learn a lot about the city of San Francisco.

Hollow City is a work of non-fiction, and if that’s your cup of tea you are in for a treat (that was a lot of clichés for one line. I apologize.). The book dives into and dissects the changing arena of San Francisco. Specifically, Solnit looks at how the changes affect the artists of the area and how the changes are created. She criticizes the city for making it more difficult for struggling artists to live. The story includes a good history of art in the city as well as many wonderful pictures. A great gift for this holiday season!

Fremont Is Overwhelmingly Exciting

Fremont, California was not made a city until January 23, 1956, but the area has been an active member in the development of California since 1797. I wanted to ofcus on the area that would become Fremont, because, despite not being an actual city until much later, the area, was extremely important in the development of San Francisco and the modern day Bay Area.
It was in 1797 that Father Fermin de Lasuen built Mission San Jose and began to colonize the surrounding Ohlone land. The mission was very successful growing to reach a population of over a thousand by 1831, however three years later the Mission’s influence began to decline.
In 1836 Mexico won it’s independence from Spain and began administering large tracts of land to reward people for their efforts in the war. This redistribution of the land began the Rancho era, which lasted, for the Fremont region, until the beginning of the Gold Rush. The Ohlone people were further displaced, some moving to work on the Ranchos, a few went back to their land, but most moved off to Indian settlements elsewhere.
In 1848 the discovery of Gold brought thousands of miners from all across the country. The miners built farms of their own and shipped much of their produce to San Francisco. Their overwhelming presence began to cut in on the rancho owners land, ending this way of life for the area. The main crops were grapes, olives, and nursery plants. Palmdale Winery was the largest in California. During this time a large group of Mormons moved to the East Bay from San Francisco, many of which would finally settle in Fremont.
The pioneers who settled here were incredibly successful and the land flourished. The East bay was the most successful agricultural area during the time of the Gold Rush. San Francisco was able to function with the produce acquired from the Fremont and surrounding areas.
Mission San Jose became a supply center for the miners on their way to San Francisco and because of its success eight towns developed around the mission---the main focus being to supply San Francisco and the miners during the Gold Rush. In the Irvington district of Fremont a saloon was built, which would later become the site of Fremont’s first college years later.
The railroads were important to the development of the Bay Area and Fremont was a cornerstone in connecting the major cities. The little town of Niles became an important junction between San Francisco and also in going down to Santa Cruz. The neighboring town of Newark became famous for the Center Rail cars which they manufactured there. With the opening of the railroads, supplies could be sent north to San Francisco much faster than by boat or by wagon. As a result businesses continued to flourish and people could now commute to work in San Francisco and Oakland from the Fremont and surrounding areas.
The development of the area continued even after the Gold Rush had died down. Each of the towns built their own stores, churches, and schools. Orchards and vineyards popped up to replaced the field of grain that had previously held prominence, until prohibition effectively wiped out the Bay Area wine industry south of Napa. Fremont no longer held the powerful hand in wine production it once had.
Between 1912 and 1916, the town of Niles was the center of the film industry in California. Charles Chaplin made films there for a few years. His biggest film to be made in the area was the “The Tramp.”
Today Fremont is one of the fastest growing cities in the Bay Area and currently the fourth most populated. In 2004, Fremont had the largest Afghan population in California. The Oakland A’s will be moving to Fremont in the years coming; however as someone who grew up there: It is mostly unimpressive.

http://www.missionsanjose.org/
http://www.ci.fremont.ca.us/AboutFremont/History/default.htm
http://www.museumoflocalhistory.org/pages/wineries.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fremont,_California

Rodent Bowling in Cambodia

Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing in America is a poetic novel as all over the place as all the trout all over America (if that makes sense, if not it’s just really out there---in a good way). There is no real linear plot line, instead it is filled with cleaver, insiteful, and just plain weird vignettes about anything and everything from winos, to fishermen, to sixth graders to a pimp.

Brautigan’s style sound like poetry being shredded and then clumped together into paragraphs, similarly to the way a butcher would make ground beef. His prose is simple yet descriptive; his sentences: terse and to the point. The stories are often funny in an ironic sometimes sarcastic way, but they nearly always have the subtle wisdom of someone who has been around many blocks. In “Red Lip” Brautigan describes the inside of an opened outhouse “like a human face,” this “seemed to say, ‘The old guy who built me crapped in here 9,745 times and he’s dead now and I don’t want anyone else to touch me’” (Brautigan 7).

“The Hunchback Trout” does a good job of rounding up the many elements that make for an interesting Brautigan tale. The “story” begins with Brautigan comparing the creek where he frequently trout fishes to a collection of telephone booths 12x845. Brautigan’s stories often combine the real with the author’s own odd brand of fantastical descriptions. He relates his fishing to work and makes a note how he punches in “leaving his card above the clock” (Brautigan 56). The story is really funny as well, though it has an odd sort of humor.

In “Trout Fishing in America Terrorists,” Brautigan creates one of his funniest stories, about young people writing “Trout Fishing in America” on the backs of first graders. The story is the most “normal,” because of its realistic plot and inclusion of relatable dialogue. In the story the sixth graders write on the backs of all the sixth graders and then are sent to the principle who tells them to cease and desist. The story could be metaphoric of older boys asserting their influence on younger children and the submissive nature of young kids. The story is well written and insightful so that when you are done all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.

Trout Fishing in America is so poetic that it only makes sense to follow one of Brautigan’s novels with one of Brautigan’s collections of poetry. The poetry in The Pill Verses the Springhill Mine Disaster is just as one would expect, short, intelligent and often funny. In “The Beautiful Poem,” Brautigan manages to make a truly romantic beautiful poem from the slightly vulgar perspective of a sarcastic male saying, “looking down at [his] penis” makes him happy “knowing it has been inside [his lover] twice today” (Brautigan 4). Despite its crude shell the poem has a very sincere inside, a truly unique beautiful poem. Often his poems are short three line bits of wisdom as in “Widow’s Lament” where he states “Its not quite cold enough to go borrow some firewood from the neighbors,” which is very true and, due to it’s brevity, surprisingly funny (Brautigan 13).

Whether it is through is fiction or through his poetry, the writings of Richard Brautigan are a unique trip that is without comparison.

My Response To Things

The poems of Lawrence Ferlinghetti are an attractive bunch varying from simple extended anecdotes to short poems of blossoming language. Making San Francisco his home since 1950, Ferlinghetti encapsulates the city with his words and through innovative ideas gives fresh importance to even the oldest landmarks. It only makes sense that he should be poet laureate of this weird city.

In an early poem, North Beach Scene, Ferlinghetti describes a woman hanging sheets in the wind. Through his words he plucks the simple moment out of the air and meticulously describes every beautiful detail, which otherwise would have gone unnoticed in a busy carefree world. The woman reaches up to hang the last of her sheets, but is captured as it “winds itself about her, clinging to her skin” and she “tosses back her head in voiceless laughter” (Ferlinghetti ln. 16-17, 19-20). This scene is straightforward, but beautiful. You can feel the morning light and the ocean mist breathing salt down your neck through his words.

Ferlinghetti has the ability to spin everyday observations, such as a dog walking down the street, Dog, into an adventure, stopping to evocatively remark about the obvious: a dog “doesn’t hate cops he merely has no use for them” (Ferlinghetti ln. 23-24). It simple things, both poetic and relevant, that make you just stop reading and smile. He can describe so much of a San Francisco street corner with so little. There are the “drunks in doorways, moons on trees” as well as “fish on newsprint” and “Chickens in Chinatown windows” (Ferlinghetti ln. 7-8, 12, 14).

Ferlinghetti also has an uncanny ability to state the obvious in a relatable thought provoking and meaningful way. In The Green Street Mortuary Marching Band, he describes how the band marches down the street and the “café sitters…sit talking and laughing and looking right through it as if it happened every day” (Ferlinghetti 4, 6-8). This scene perfectly documents the attitude people have of their city when festivities are erupting down the streets. How people pretend not to notice exciting things such as a band, but inside are happy and pleased to be a part of it.

Ferlinghetti can also be dismal such when describing the homeless in I Saw One of Them or San Francisco’s suicide attraction in At the Golden Gate, but he is usually warm and bright, pumping light into an already glowing city. His artistic line structures are playful, taking a backseat to the more important weight of his words, presenting the words on the page as free flowing thoughts coming together like his poems. Good work sir, now let’s just get Coit Tower tilting.

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