A Homesteader’s Portfolio by Alice Day Pratt

Originally published in 1922, A Homesteader’s Portfolio by Alice Day Pratt is an account of Pratt’s experience as a solo female homesteader in Eastern Oregon over 100 years ago. The book reads almost like a series of journal entries, with several engaging stories and also some content that was difficult for me, as a modern reader, to get through. I simply do not usually love the cadence and style of older writing. This book was part entertainment, but mostly about research for me.

I think I first heard about this book from by Susan Butruille, who wrote Women’s Voices from the Oregon Trail. From this experience, I was very intrigued to learn that there were so many single female homesteaders! Experts think about 15% of homesteaders were single females. In some areas, it was more like 20%. The predominant narrative is that homesteaders were families or solo men seeking gold, so this new-to-me statistic really changes my understanding of that migration and feels very empowering too!

So, I was particularly interested to read Alice Day Pratt’s account of homesteading in Oregon. She kept her day job as a school teacher, while purchasing an “unimproved” plot of land that she named Broadview. There she started various agricultural endeavors, including dairy cows (a rarity in the area) and chickens for eggs and some meat. She had a cat and dogs and horses and dealt with the challenges of being viewed as different by the neighbors, some who were happy to help her in kind and others who seemed to disregard her, or try to take advantage of her, or who actually fostered some form of ill will.

As a many generation Oregonian, who is also deeply involved in agriculture, I found her story intriguing. As an ag insider, I could see the ways she was messing up and causing more work for herself and her neighbors, and I could see the ways she seemed more interested in the narrative and the poetry and the story than in the actual agricultural process. But, I could also see her genuine interest, her genuine struggles, and the genuine value in her endeavor. I could identity with the passion, the sense of difference, and so much more. She did have some great success in ag too, and that’s saying something in a field that can be so precarious that even experts can continually fail.

While not revealed in the book, Alice Day Pratt’s life ends in an apartment in New York City, where presumably in her final decades she continues to read, write, and share her passion for teaching. She does not keep her farmstead, and according to accounts, she is not able to keep it–she loses it somehow. The story does not end in victory. Except that it does in that the world gains a new kind of story, one of a woman who is able to live life on her own terms–smartly, passionately–and is able to share it through her writing.

Shrill by Lindy West

While the internet freaks out about Lindy West’s new novel, I decided to go back to the archives and read her book Shrill. This book first entered my radar as the TV series starring the amazing Aidy Bryant. I didn’t entirely connect all of the dots back to Lindy West until reading this book Shrill.

First, I want to say that I think West, and voices like hers, have been incredibly powerful for feminism and for how we think about comedy, teasing, cruelty, and oppression. I think her smart social commentary has made some difference in the world! As a Northwesterner myself, I identify with much of West’s story–comedy nerd, reading nerd, proud nerd, Western Washington scenes, The Stranger, and many other regional and cultural touch points. While there are also distinct differences in our lives, and I don’t always see the world the way that she does, nor come to the same conclusions, I feel some camaraderie with West due to all of those aforementioned touch points. I feel like I get a lot of the scenes and references that have shaped her thinking and her work. They’ve shape mine too!

So, I liked Shrill and even think it is a must read, probably especially for millennials, and I look forward to seeing what’s next from West. Yes, I will also be reading Adult Braces asap.

O Pioneers! by Willa Cather

It’s probably been a few decades since I read Willa Cather, and I probably read it for my undergraduate degree. So, I was surprised and delighted to get so much more out of the work now with more life experience and interest. O Pioneers! tracks the lives of immigrant farms in the heartland.

In recent years, I’ve been reading more U.S. history and have been especially interested in women’s stories and women’s journeys. This book was perfect: excellently written, lovely scenes to spend time in, and people whose stories I cared about. I could hear her influence in rural writers like Wendell Berry.

I also spent more time learning about Cather. And of course now I want to read more.

The Fate of Mary Rose by Catherine Blackwood

The Fate of Mary Rose by Catherine Blackwood is a psychological thriller. I didn’t always enjoy the ride–as intense as it became–but I did appreciate what Blackwood did here. The premise is dark. The characters are deeply unique and interesting and disturbing. While they are difficult to pin down, they are also very clearly pictured.

The author, Blackwood, herself is interesting and worth study as well. Lately I’ve felt a little discouraged that most prominent art, music, literary works–all–are saturated with people so privileged they have no excuse but to create something. Then they use all of their resources to hire editors and producers, etc. to make it great. And that works, but I am still enamored by the idea of the persona of an artist, not an a privileged inevitability, but by a little je ne sais quoi.

Even despite my sometimes disillusionment with art at the moment, Blackwood caught my attention. Apparently she was a socialite and muse, and bemused by, important movers and shakers of her time. I could not determine her craft secrets, but I marveled at her ability to do it. The pacing she maintained throughout and the grip she held on her readers throughout was quite the feat. The book is well worth reading, especially for readers who crave a little suspense without losing literary quality.

Pontoon by Garrison Keillor

I have recently recounted some of the great voices of radio from might younger days, including Paul Harvey and Garrison Keillor. As a result of this remembrance, I looked to see if there were any audiobooks by these voices, and that’s how I found Pontoon by Garrison Keillor.

This was a delightful book and a pleasant walk down memory lane, when times were simpler, my dear grandpa was my best friend in the world, and my little dreams meant everything–art more colorful, breakfast diners more chrome, coffee stronger, yet steady. My grandpa was an epic storyteller too. I miss him. Anyway, I could spend more time here.

That’s All I Know by Elisa Levi

This book, That’s All I Know by Elisa Levi, was a bit of a departure for me. I think it got pitched to me as literary horror. And, one could argue that it is. But strong emphasis on the literary and the fiction. This book brought me into a compelling world, one where (perhaps?) the world is ending, and it is very hot, and strange things are normal. Readers of literary works works will appreciate this book, and that’s all I know.

Pure Color by Sheila Heti

I followed up Sheila Heti with some more Sheila Heti. Heti’s Pure Color is basically a work of contemporary theory. I appreciate the work that Heti and others like Maggie Nelson are doing in this area (and I secretly would love to join these authors in this form/genre).

For me, Pure Color read somewhat like How Should a Person Be?, which also was a book that was more *unique* than it was *pleasant* to read, imho. I had a hard time with the main character in the latter, but I found the main character to be…purer in Pure Color, and so I found that was all more palatable to me (which says more about me than about the quality of the book).

To me, Motherhood was by far my favorite and most resonant Heti book. Even still, that’s three Heti books in the past six months, so I think I’ll take a break! I might eventually check out Women in Clothes, but oof, it’s long!

Motherhood by Sheila Heti

In many ways, Motherhood by Sheila Heti felt like a continuation of my recent readings on motherhood and middle age from Miranda July and Claire Dederer. This book fit perfectliy within those conversations. These are people who grapple with the big question of whether or not to pursue motherhood when one is an artist, intellectual, and/or otherwise passionate about their career.

Needless to say, these philosophical wonderings, coupled with a gentle narrative thread, speak to me loudly. I recently read Heti for the first time last year. I appreciated when she was doing then, but I think this is the book I was meant to read.

Women’s Voices from the Oregon Trail by Susan Butruille

Women’s Voices from the Oregon Trail by Susan Butruille is one of the more niche books I’ve ever read, but what can I say? I was pretty engrossed all the way through. The writer drives the Oregon Trail from Missouri and shares diary excerpts and insights of what the trail was like, especially for the women. Butruille stops at historical sites and shares photographs and more insights inspired by those visits.

As a daughter of pioneers, I imagined my own relatives making a similar trek, imagined their lives and relationships and hardships. I think this book is even more relevant to those of us with that personal connection. A broader audience might be interested in the history. I think the rigid role of wife as domestic servant will be especially striking to some readers as well.

Normal People by Sally Rooney

Normal People was my first foray into Sally Rooney’s writing. I spent the first half wondering what the big deal was, then realized I was in for some sort of deep human insight and transformation, and ended the book appreciating that Rooney did deliver on those hunches.

I’m a little scared to read any more of her work, at least in this moment, because a few close friends have referred to it as tough, intense, and gutting (but great)! This is an author I’m sure I’ll return too, though, when I come across her work.