In a small Bulgarian town, Nade is an honest, hard-working elementary school teacher and devoted mother, struggling to keep her life together. Her unemployed, alcoholic husband has secretly spent their mortgage payments on booze, the agency where she translates legal documents for extra cash is going under, and a thief in her class has stolen the last of her money out of her purse. With few options left, Nade turns to a local loan shark for help, but with the repossession of her home looming, she finds herself with little hope. Resorting to measures her former self would have found depraved, Nade attempts one last desperate act to get the money she needs.
Canada/ 2014/ Bulgarian with English Subtitles/ 105 Min
Directors: Kristina Grozeva & Petar Valchanov
Please note that independent films are not rated by the
MPAA and should be considered for mature audiences.
From the book jacket:
In Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight, Alexandra Fuller remembers her African childhood with candor and sensitivity. Though it is a diary of an unruly life in an often inhospitable place, it is suffused with Fuller’s endearing ability to find laughter, even when there is little to celebrate. Fuller’s debut is unsentimental and unflinching but always captivating. In wry and sometimes hilarious prose she stares down disaster and looks back with rage and love at the life of an extraordinary family in an extraordinary time.
From 1972 to 1990, Alexandra Fuller—known to friends and family as Bobo—grew up on several farms in southern and central Africa. Her father joined up on the side of the white government in the Rhodesian civil war, and was often away fighting against the powerful black guerrilla nations. Her mother, in turn, flung herself into their African life and its rugged farm work with the same passion and maniacal energy she brought to everything else. Though she loved her children, she was no hand-holder and had little tolerance for neediness. She nurtured her daughters in other ways: She taught them, by example, to be resilient and self-sufficient, to have strong wills and strong opinions, and to embrace life whole-heartedly, despite and because of difficult circumstances. And she instilled in Bobo, particularly, a love of reading and of storytelling that proved to be her salvation.
A worthy heir to Isak Dinesen and Beryl Markham, Alexandra Fuller writes poignantly about a girl becoming a woman and a writer against a backdrop of unrest, not just in her country but in her home. But Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight is more than a survivor’s story. It is the story of one woman’s unbreakable bond with a continent and the people who inhabit it, a portrait lovingly realized and deeply felt.
About the author:
Alexandra Fuller has written five books of non-fiction including her award winning first book, Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood (Random House, 2001). The Legend of Colton H Bryant told the story of a modern-day Wyoming cowboy working on that state’s oil rigs The New York Times Best Selling, Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness (August, 2011), is a prequel/sequel to Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight. Her latest book, a memoir of marriage and divorce, is entitled Leaving Before the Rains Come (January, 2015). Fuller has written for The New Yorker, Vogue, and is a frequent contributor to National Geographic Magazine.
Pollard Library Non-Fiction book club happens at 6:30 on the first Thursday of every month. It is free and open to the public. Copies of books up for discussion are available for patrons to borrow on a first come first serve basis at the 1st Floor Information Desk. You may also reserve a copy by calling the Community Planning Department at 978-674-1542. For more information about this group please contact Sean Thibodeau, Coordinator of Community Planning, at email@example.com or 978-674-1542.
We now offer small devices you can check out that will allow you to access the internet on the go. These are called Mobile HotSpots. You can connect up to 10 devices at a time that need wireless. The device works off the T-
Mobile Broadband network – so wherever there is T-Mobile service you will have the internet. So now you can have the web on vacation, in the park, in your car or at a family reunion.
The simple directions to use the HotSpot are attached to the HotSpot.
You must be at least 17 years old to check out a Hotspot.
One (1) checkout per household
Do Not return In Bookdrop
Return to first floor checkout desk
HotSpot will be remotely deactivated if not returned by the due date
Users of the HotSpot agree to abide by the Library’s internet policy and T-Mobile’s acceptable use policy which prohibits pirating, illegal downloads, and viewing child pornography
You are responsible for all materials associated with the Library’s HotSpot and will pay for damage to the device/components.
This spring marks the 100th anniversary of the Irish Republic’s Easter Rising we are hosting a historic commemoration featuring a display of historic photos detailing the history of the Easter Rising. Dave McKean will give a short talk followed by a performance by Irish Balladeer Paul Carroll. Please join us in remembering this important period in Irish history and some really good craic.
It is April, and once again, we turn to the stacks to celebrate National Poetry Month. Thankfully, we have our Young Promethean Poetry Collection right next to our Kerouac Corner on the first floor from which to pull selections. You should come on down and do the same.
This selection is from Hart Crane’s masterwork The Bridge. One of the most difficult and rewarding book of modern American poetry. Maybe: most prized, least understood? The selection is from longest poem in the book entitled “Cape Hatteras” which is ostensibly about Walt Whitman’s gravitational force in American poetry—but I can’t help but think Crane is also alluding to the shipwreck of the Monitor off of the eponymous Cape in this opening stanza. The Monitor is, of course, the iron hulled steam ship that fought in the American Civil war in the Battle of Hampton Roads (aka Battle of the Ironclads) in March of 1862. We have a piece of this ship here in the library, given to the city by Lowell resident Gustavus Fox—he was the Assistant Secretary of the Navy during the war. I wouldn’t exactly call the Monitor saurian (lizardlike) but one can’t help but imagine its slow ponderous foundering under tow in a storm almost like a dinosaur. Because this blog doesn’t like huge spaces or irregular tabs I’ve also posted a picture of the poem in its original printed form. You can really see and feel the weight of the words as the monster succumbs…
Imponderable the dinosaur
the mammoth saurian
ghoul, the eastern
Cape. . .
While rises in the west the coastwise range,
slowly the hushed land—
Combustion at the astral core—the dorsal change
Of energy—convulsive shift of sand. . .
But we, who round the capes, the promontories
Where strange tongues vary messages of surf
Below grey citadels, repeating to the stars
The ancient names—return home to our own
Hearths, there to eat an apple and recall
The songs that gypsies dealt us at Marseille
Or how the priests walked—slowly through Bombay—
Or to red you, Walt,—knowing us in thrall