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Farewell to 2018 and the centenial year of My Ántonia

It is a bit melancholic to see the calendar year change to 2019 ONLY because 2018 was filled with Cather’s words and promoting/organizing The Slow Read. The Cather Foundation spent the past 2 weeks posting excerpts from the novel on their Facebook page, today’s being the final passage. Here it is, oh so beautiful:

"I took a long walk north of the town, out into the pastures where the land was so rough that it had never been ploughed up, and the long red grass of early times still grew shaggy over the draws and hillocks. Out there I felt at home again. Overhead the sky was that indescribable blue of autumn; bright and shadowless, hard as enamel. To the south I could see the dun-shaded river bluffs that used to look so big to me, and all about stretched drying cornfields, of the pale-gold colour, I remembered so well. Russian thistles were blowing across the uplands and piling against the wire fences like barricades. Along the cattle-paths the plumes of goldenrod were already fading into sun-warmed velvet, grey with gold threads in it. I had escaped from the curious depression that hangs over little towns, and my mind was full of pleasant things; trips I meant to take with the Cuzak boys, in the Bad Lands and up on the Stinking Water. There were enough Cuzaks to play with for a long while yet. Even after the boys grew up, there would always be Cuzak himself! I meant to tramp along a few miles of lighted streets with Cuzak.

As I wandered over those rough pastures, I had the good luck to stumble upon a bit of the first road that went from Black Hawk out to the north country; to my grandfather’s farm, then on to the Shimerdas’ and to the Norwegian settlement. Everywhere else it had been ploughed under when the highways were surveyed; this half-mile or so within the pasture fence was all that was left of that old road which used to run like a wild thing across the open prairie, clinging to the high places and circling and doubling like a rabbit before the hounds.

On the level land the tracks had almost disappeared—were mere shadings in the grass, and a stranger would not have noticed them. But wherever the road had crossed a draw, it was easy to find. The rains had made channels of the wheel-ruts and washed them so deeply that the sod had never healed over them. They looked like gashes torn by a grizzly’s claws, on the slopes where the farm-wagons used to lurch up out of the hollows with a pull that brought curling muscles on the smooth hips of the horses. I sat down and watched the haystacks turn rosy in the slanting sunlight.

This was the road over which Ántonia and I came on that night when we got off the train at Black Hawk and were bedded down in the straw, wondering children, being taken we knew not whither. I had only to close my eyes to hear the rumbling of the wagons in the dark, and to be again overcome by that obliterating strangeness. The feelings of that night were so near that I could reach out and touch them with my hand. I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man’s experience is. For Ántonia and for me, this had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early accidents of fortune which predetermined for us all that we can ever be. Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past."

Happiest of New Years to you all. xx Barb

The Slow Read lecture at Kenyon College

This past week I gave a ‘Mesaros Lecture’ at Kenyon College, at the invitation of Ellen Sheffield who teaches book arts there. My lecture was titled ‘Kidnapped by Cather! How one novel hijacked eight years of an artist’s studio practice’. I spoke about the background to all the ‘Cather Projects’, the projects themselves ending with the Slow Read. It was a great audience, a combination of Kenyon Review-types and faculty/students from the art department, who engaged me in lively conversation during and after the lecture. The college is beautiful and special. I’m glad to have had a chance to visit and bring this project to their community.

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Tomorrow! September 21st, marks THE 100-year anniversary of My Ántonia

The specific ‘birthday’ of Cather’s novel, ie the date of its publication, is September 21st. Tomorrow marks the 100-year anniversary of its publication and many events have been scheduled to celebrate, including a marathon reading of the novel in Nebraska. If I can locate a live broadcast, I’ll post that here on the blog.

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University of Nebraska-Omaha's 'Common Reader' Project

'My Ántonia' will be the focus of Univ. of Nebraska-Omaha's Common Reader project this year. The library has been a host of the Slow Read this summer and has asked for continued access as a part of this. Check out their website and await a repeat of the Slow Read!

Many bittersweet feelings as we enter the final Book and final Week of My Antonia

"Cuzak's Boys" is the final "Book" in My Antonia. Its a short and full of emotion. I found tears streaming down my face as I read the moment of reunion between Jim and Antonia. This as I stood with the early morning street people on the corner in St. Johns where one of the public monitors is situated. I diligently advance the file each day at this location (The Working Library) and so the Slow Read has become more than a ritual of reading, but a ritual of biking through the neighborhoods to St. Johns, and then hanging at my new favorite coffee shop, St. Johns Roaster, where the workers have learned my name and my coffee preference. I'll miss all of these things when this project ends on the 11th.

And fortunately/unfortunately I will be in Shanghai for the final week, giving a talk at the opening of Lu Jingren's 40-year retrospective. My first trip to China!

AND I just heard from the Univ. of Nebraska-Omaha which informed me that they have had a monitor set up in their Criss Library since June, just forgot to mention this. So the above image was sent by Todd Richardson, who is the angel who put together this site. Thank you, Todd and UN-O.


The Slow Read at Univ. of Nebraska-Omaha / Criss Library

The Slow Read at Univ. of Nebraska-Omaha / Criss Library

From some readers in Germany...

Hi Barb,

We really love your Cather project. Peter’s copy of "My Ántonia“ (although from 1926, the New Edition from Houghton Mifflin) has exactly the same layout as the first edition.  So it’s great to go to your website while holding the real book in hands and seeing that it’s the same typeface and makeup. Our daily schedule doesn’t allow to do this every day as Linda Smith does, but pretty often we are doing the same here in the "Old World“ and are sharing her feeling of being aware that there are other readers in the world.

And, as Cather writes on today’s page 155: „… that seemed to bring the Old World very close.“

With a kiss on your hand we say good by

Peter and Ines  

p.s. find attached a proof about Peter’s copy, showing today’s pages 154-155:

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Mark your calendars! Lecture/event at PNCA Sunday, July 29th 7pm

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You're invited to join the Willa Cather Foundation and Portland-based artist Barb Tetenbaum for an evening celebrating the 100th publication anniversary of Willa Cather's novel My Ántonia. The event is free and open to the public.

Please see the information that follows or the attached poster for more details. I hope to see you there!

Who:  Barb Tetenbaum, creator of The Slow Read (a summer-long simulcast of My Ántonia) and Ashley Olson, Executive Director of the Willa Cather Foundation in Red Cloud, Nebraska

What:  An evening celebrating the 100th publication anniversary of My Ántonia with talks about the inspiration for My Ántonia, its ongoing relevance, and The Slow Read project.

When:  Sunday, July 29, at 7:00 p.m.

Where:  Shipley Collins Mediatheque at PNCA. 511 NW Broadway

This event is sponsored in part by The Oregon Arts Commission, The Oregon Community Foundation, RACC, The Willa Cather Foundation and the University of Lincoln-Nebraska.

Interview on Nebraska's All Things Considered on Thursday July 5

Tune in this Thursday July 5, to NET (morning and late afternoon spots) for an interview with Jack Williams, host of Nebraska public radio's All Things Considered. I was WAY more eloquent in speaking at the Cather conference last month, so you will hear much nervousness unless they did a good job editing it out!

Some of your comments this week

Thanks to an email that my friend Kathy Kuehn sent to her community, explaining why this slow reading of Cather's text has had an impact on her life, I've been receiving some inspiring comments in reply. Here is one from Portland artist, Linda Hutchins, who graciously has allowed me to share her comments with you:

Dear Barb,

Thanks so much for the prompt. I thought I was too busy for this but Kathy’s note made it sound doable so I decided to give it a try. I started this morning and of course I immediately got drawn in. I made it through June 13 today and expect to catch up with the rest of you soon so I can join you at the slow read pace for the remainder of the summer. My grandmother recommended My Antonia to me years ago and it’s easy to see why as I read it now.

I’m curious if others have commented on the rhythm of the 6 page daily quota? I have the oddest feeling of suspension when I find my click has taken me back to the first page of the day instead of on to the next. There I am in mid-sentence or even mid-word, fully anticipating the thread to continue spooling. Instead it abruptly pulls me back six pages. My sense of anticipation is replaced by a feeling of comfort and familiarity when I realize I’m now re-reading words I encountered just moments ago. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever gotten from reading before, and even after I repeated the scenario multiple times today, it still catches my breath. It’s almost a feeling of light-headedness - quite lovely, and addicting. I look forward to seeing how it changes when it happens only once a day, and I have to wait until the next day to continue.

Thanks again, Linda

Feedback from a reader

This came from Linda Smith, who gave me permission to post this on this website blog:

I have been a long-time Cather enthusiast since I began reading her about 20 years ago, and My Antonia has always been one of my favorites. I've followed along with your My Antonia project from its inception a number of years ago, after learning about it at one of your presentations at a College Book Art Association conference. Making the project participatory and public facing seems an inspired next step in your process. And as you've already noted, so many of the themes are still so relevant today.


I am loving the ritual of reading along each morning, knowing that there are others in the world doing the same. It's a wonderful way to begin the day. There's always a sense of anticipation about what the next day will bring, as readings often stop mid-sentence. I could, of course, go to my print edition of My Antonia to solve daily mysteries about what's next, but I don't want to "spoil" the daily, community ritual of reading the assigned pages, so I wait patiently for the next day's revelations. I find that I am falling in love all over again with My Antonia. Thank you, thank you for this project.



Thoughts on today's pages: June 18

I am enjoying Cather's subtle way of comparing cultures and showing how circumstances affect the way people behave. The linking of these two moments: the weather is a bit warmer and these two bulls start going at each other. As Cather relates, they would have torn each other to pieces if they had not been dehorned. Then it starts snowing again, the worst snow they've seen in ten years, and the family and the livestock are all stuck in their frozen homes. Otto makes some comment about the gathered herd and the ferocious bulls now warming each other's backs. "This'll take the bile out of 'em!". This scene comes directly after Antonia's mother comes over to visit the Burden's home, angry that no one is helping her family which is suffering from lack of food, warm shelter and farming knowledge. After she leaves, Jim is annoyed with the arrogance of her demands, but Jim's grandmother reminds him that no one knows what traits will emerge when people experience poverty.

Shared culture and culture clashing in the last two days of My Ántonia

As I wrote in a previous post, I feel like I'm reading this book for the first time. There are many details that I must have vaulted over in the past 8 years. Now that I'm reading these 6 pages each morning: there is much that appears new to me. Of course, I wouldn't have forgotten Cather's moment of scrap-booking that showed up today (Jim making a Christmas gift for Ántonia's sister Yulka) the description of which could make Martha Stewart smile. This particular section has the two families sharing parts of their culture with each other as a way of expressing thanks in the best way they know how. Some gifts are welcome, others such as the dried Bohemian mushrooms, don't make it past suspicious noses. The Christmas tree becomes a meeting point of the cultures represented: popcorn strung, gingerbread figures, Otto's treasured paper cutouts sent each year by his mother back in Austria. Mr. Shimerda's intense Catholic reaction when the tree was suddenly lit and Grandfather Burden's Protestant gesture of acceptance. Cather painted a picture of shared and colliding cultures, that could have taken more words to say.

The book showing us who we are each time we approach it.

An observation I've been having since launching the Slow Read: I've read My Ántonia over and over again for 8 years now and today's reading was nearly a total surprise to me. Isn't it odd that we are the ones who bring the meaning to these books we read? The text is fixed and the reader changes.

Salt Lake City kinda rocks!

Last night was so wonderful. People brought chairs to the evening's projection in Salt Lake City behind a couple hip restaurants off of 200 S. A few passersby stopped and - noticing a group of people reading text on the wall, realized they knew the novel. One person said 'that book was written bout people from my country' and sure enough, he was from Prague. After further interview, we realized we all live in Portland and then mentioning OCAC, turns out they are friends of Becca Biggs. Such a small world. After reading the 6 official day's pages, we decided to start at the beginning of the book and take turns reading aloud. This was fantastic. I know a family that is choosing to do the Slow Read this way, and now having experienced it, it was like being at church or at a Passover Seder.


Greetings from Red Cloud! Day 3 of the Slow Read



Day 3 / Red Cloud, NE

I'm typing from Red Cloud, Nebraska having just stepped off the podium at the 63rd Cather Spring Conference. I spoke about the background to the Slow Read and the 8 years of installations and printed work I have created in response to reading this novel.

The conference has been game-changing, not only for the Slow Read project, but for myself as an artist/teacher/human. This is a special group of people, definitely not limited to literary scholars. So much generosity of spirit in this group of 200+ attendees with their hearts firmly linked to My Ántonia and their work aimed at community and education.

The first day of the Slow Read surprised and delighted me: the first lines of the novel described exactly my experience: "Last summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat...." (it is quite hot here). Reading the 6 pages each day has allowed me to find meaning and inspiration that I can then walk away with and ponder. I'm liking this.

The Cather Foundation has installed two Slow Read monitors: one for day time visitors to the museum and one in the window to be viewed at night. In another week, over 500 BRAN (Bike Ride Across Nebraska) bicyclists will be staying overnight in Red Cloud. Knowing the revelry that can take place in the wee hours (I once did 1/2 a RAGBRAI) I'm imagining some strange interactions with the Slow Read!

I drove through and stayed overnight at Constellation Studios in Lincoln. The monitor looks beautiful in the front window of the gallery and faces the Spillway park which has its own Cather quotes embedded in the cement structures. CS is also a Pokemon Go site, so lets see if this grabs new readers! The monitor at the Love Library is also up and running and looks great.

Portland sites are also going. The Working Library in St. Johns, the Centrum at OCAC, the Library at PNCA and the reading room at PICA are all taking part.

Sunday I will drive through the Sand Hills to Alliance, NE (home of Carhenge) with the aim to project the Slow Read on a wall of a building while I'm there. Then on to Boulder, Vail, Salt Lake City and Boise to attempt other outdoor projections before returning to Portland.

AND the site host list is growing! This conference unearthed some new opportunities. I will post in another blog page as these are confirmed.

— Barb


Ready, get set...Slow Read

I'm packing for the Slow Read trip. I'll be driving my mom's car back from Chicago, stopping in Iowa City to see old friends before heading to Lincoln, NE (Constellation Studios, UN-L's Love Library and Union College will each be hosting a public site) and Red Cloud where I'll attend and present at the Cather Spring Conference. Then will begin outdoor projections of the Slow Read as I drive on to Alliance (home of Carhenge), Boulder, Vail, Salt Lake City and Boise. I'm excited and nervous. The Slow Read has been three years in the making and it all begins on the 30th. Follow along on your ipads, computer laptops, at a public site or a one-night pop-up event with the rest of the planet as we all read Willa Cather's 'My Ántonia' together.


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Synopsis of My Ántonia

My Ántonia is a story about life on the prairie in the late 1800s. It is told from the perspective of a young boy from Virginia who has moved to Nebraska to live with his grandparents on the family farm. He arrives on the same train as Ántonia Shimerda and her family; recent immigrants from Bohemia. The story spans their friendship from childhood to later adulthood. Nearly every incident in the novel is based on the author’s own experience growing up in Nebraska. Her text serves as a window to this time and place: the hardships experienced by immigrant people, small town life and the beauty of the land before the roads went in.