“How To Know A Person: The Art Of Seeing Others Deeply And Being Deeply Seen”

“In every crowd there are Diminishers and Illuminators,” writes New York Times columnist David Brooks. “Diminishers make people feel small and unseen…. Illuminators, on the other hand, have a persistent curiosity about other people. They have been trained or have trained themselves in the craft of understanding others…. They shine the brightness of their care on people and make them feel bigger, deeper, respected, lit up.”

The Illuminator makes healthy connections with others, bringing some measure of mending to a fractured society where partisan voices talk past each other and loneliness has become epidemic. Becoming an Illuminator, Brooks maintains, is not only a skill that can be learned but it is expressed in something as simple as having a conversation—and making eye contact.

“How To Know A Person: The Art Of Seeing Others Deeply And Being Deeply Seen” ($30 in hardcover from Random House; also for Amazon Kindle and as an author-read audiobook) is a real-world guide to developing the character of an Illuminator. 

Which, writes Brooks, “is not something you can do alone. Morality is a social practice. It is trying to be generous and considerate toward a specific other person, who is enmeshed in a specific context. A person of character … is trying to just be present and faithful to the person suffering from depression….”

The first part starts with “I See You.” The goal is to see the other as they are, not through a stereotype. “The Koreans call it nunchi, the ability to be sensitive to other people’s moods and thoughts.”

 “I See You In Your Struggles” deals with hard conversations, what empathy really means and how a person is shaped by their suffering. Finally, in “I See You With Your Strengths,” Brooks moves into the importance of hearing another’s life story. 

He is a compassionate and vulnerable guide.

Chico psychologist Len Matheson will be facilitating three one-hour Zoom discussions about the book, Wednesdays from 7:00-8:00 p.m. on May 1, 8, and 15. There’s no need to have read the book in advance. Registration is free and the community is invited; go to https://tinyurl.com/5f7byt89 for details.

“Fire & Silk: Poems & Artwork”

Chico author and artist Meghan Irene Turner, survivor of the Camp Fire, recipient of a Ph.D. from the Institute of Metaphysical Humanistic Science, and ardent observer of the natural world, finds in poetry “a way to communicate with the soul.”

That communication is highlighted by her drawings and paintings in “Fire & Silk: Poems & Artwork” ($19.99 in paperback from Chico-based Quoir, facebook.com/quoirpublishing, or from the author at poetmirene@gmail.com).

Turner notes in the Preface that the meaning intended by the author, either of poetry or the black-and-white illustrations, may be very different from what the reader discovers. So the book is presented “not so that any person can decipher the absolute meaning of each poem, but so that each can explore the many worlds that creativity establishes.”

The book is designed to be taken in slowly, each poem a contemplation that invites heightened awareness of everyday experience: “Wearing sandals and shorts/,” the poet writes, “in the abyss of the ordinary// I make my bed, then pour a cup of coffee.” 

Elsewhere, in “a crack in the divine,” the entire poem reads: “My head, a shell,/ filled with the yolk/ of yesterday// My bones, branches,/ a resilient nest/ for tomorrow// My spirit, albumen,/ awkward ethereal globule,/ of intuition.”

In “ptsd,” remembering the fire: “small globules of sweat form on my neck// I can feel the sensation of panic/ as the planes fly like eager hummingbirds over head … my hands come up to cover my head,/ and protect me not from the massive tanker filled with water,/ but from my mind and the memories encased there…” 

Yet when the awful vision ends, and the poet returns to the present: “Even if just momentarily. Even if just for a brief second./ I am reminded of liberation,/ the absolute freedom of witnessing beauty before that fiery autumn.”

One’s connection with nature is a humbling, sometimes heartbreaking reality: “I am no greater than the dust, and not less./ I am infinite with the ground.” In another poem: “I see eternity/ in a speck of dust.” Yet later, contemplating the stars: “The place from which we came/ The place to which we go// Dust and luminescence….”

“Harmony: Legend Of Forest Ranch”

Wilma Rae Forester, LA-born in 1933, came to Chico with her family in 1940. Later on, marriage and children brought a move to Forest Ranch in 1964. A dedicated artist as well as writer, she has a tale to tell of many years ago. 

Actually, it comes from an old man she and her children encountered one day while walking in Forest Ranch soon after establishing residence there. They passed an old tree with a sign that read “World’s Largest Cherry Tree.” 

“The roots of it twisted beneath a rectangular shaped cement watering trough,” she writes, “with the words ‘Diamond Match Co.,’ imprinted into the side.” Then they saw the man, in red suspenders and with a long white beard, and though the tree couldn’t talk, he certainly did.

It's all recounted in “Harmony: Legend Of Forest Ranch” ($7.76 in paperback from ReadersMagnet LLC; also for Amazon Kindle), with more than two dozen of Forester’s whimsical illustrations depicting a young gold miner named Harlan, a Native American woman named Melody, and a creature called a Harmony.

A Harmony, Forester writes, “is a tiny playful horse-like creature that looks like it’s made of glass. It has a white fuzzy mane and tail, two sparkling bright eyes and wings like a dragonfly. Since they are only about four inches tall, they may easily sit in the palm of your hand…. Listen, did you hear a soft haunting melody or is it just the water bubbling over the rocks?”

When Harlan and Melody, riding in what is now Bidwell Park, and admiring Big Chico Creek, fall in love, Melody’s brother puts a curse on Harlan, who promises to return to marry Melody but, mysteriously, stays away for years. 

“You see,” writes Forester, “Harmonies were originally created to send out feeling of happiness and good will to everyone … but it wasn’t working. Because of the terrible battles and bad feeling between the White man and the Indians, all Harmonies were ordered to leave the West. Only two were left and they were grieving and sad.”

Would Harlan ever return? Only the Harmonies Dusty and Silky can help and, fortunately, a happily-ever-after is not far behind.

“The Dutch Master: Big Joe Carson Series Book III”

My old pal, David Dirks, longtime Chicoan, now a Brentwood based novelist, is no stranger to the inner workings of the Department of Energy’s national laboratories. So the fictional Hans M. Mark National Laboratory, near Ft. Wayne, Indiana, hums with verisimilitude. It’s the Cold War 80s when a super-secret particle beam weapon being developed at the lab explodes, the victim of treason and espionage.

After lead scientist Horatio Glen Knightsen and his accomplice are apprehended, but later apparently disappear, Senior Engineer “Big Joe” Carson suspects something more is afoot, which is revealed in the third book of the Big Joe Carson series, “The Dutch Master” ($10.99 in paperback, independently published; also for Amazon Kindle).

The first two books, “Particle Beam (For Such A Time),” written with Dennis E. Jones, and “Red Skies (Aftermath),” introduce a fellowship of close friends, including David Janzen, a key engineer on a new super-secret device, the Laser Optic Diamond Turning Machine (LODTM) for the Laser Defense Weapon program approved by Congress. 

Since the LODTM is not available at Costco, the lab has to build its own, at great cost. And now the Indiana lab is experiencing odd delays and Janzen and Carson wonder if Mildred Cornwall, administrative lead for the new program, and one among others of Dutch ancestry at the lab, might be involved with a rumored “Dutch master” of espionage.

There’s big trouble for Big Joe when Knightsen vanishes. “The FBI announced they were adding the charges of murder and conspiracy to commit murder to the … charges against Big Joe Carson, and Sunny and Bunny Valencia, the two Latino twin daughters of the infamous but dead cartel lord, Agusto Guitterez Valencia, and defrocked US Marshals. All three were already locked up on multiple serious charges, any one of which could land them behind bars for life….”

That’s on page 1 of the novel; later, an attorney, known for defending cartel members, springs the twins. His name is, ahem, Daniel Barnett, of the firm of Barnett, Bennett and Barns. I’m honored. I think.

It’s a great romp and a satisfying conclusion and, if it please the Court, you should read it.