February 22, 2008

Worth A Look

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February 17, 2008

A Review of Soldier’s Heart by Elizabeth D. Samet

Filed under: Authors,Books,Culture of the Book,Reading,Reviews — seth @ 6:25 am

                           

“The West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values, but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence.  Westerners often forget this fact, non-Westerners never do.”  - Samuel P. Huntington 

Can one support the troops without supporting the war?  This is a knife edge deftly tread by Elizabeth D. Samet in her book Soldier’s Heart.  Indeed, Samet balances upon this sharp point daily as a professor of literature at the United States Military Academy.  No matter how morally or logically careful one is, however, conflicting imperatives will eventually cut those who seek to meld them.  This is not to say that Samet is not successful, just that the tying together of polarizing principles in the context of war is often done with scar tissue.

Although this book is not about the Bush administration’s pursuit and handling of military action in Iraq, it would have been impossible to write with credibility about the students who will fight there without being up front with readers, but a distraction to dwell on a political position.  Samet does exactly enough when she writes,

“… I remain unconvinced by any of the stated reasons given for the invasion of Iraq and dismayed by its civilian architects’ apparently cavalier lack of foresight, and because many of my former students, in whom I very much believe, participated in the invasion and continue to serve in the occupying force…”

I mention this at the outset because Iraq is a subject that elicits strong emotional, logical, and moral responses (usually all at the same time) and even when a writer is reasonably discussing a tangential subject (as Samet is), it can still be difficult for the reader to maintain an objective and rational approach to the discussion.  There were times when I was irrationally annoyed by Samet’s reasonable approach to the preparation of young army officers at a time when they are likely to see combat upon graduation.  

“There is nothing reasonable about war or training children to participate in it”, I yelled.

In spite of my inability to remain objective, Samet does not fall into that trap.  By staying out of the Iraq mess, and focusing on her students and the institution they inhabit, she has written a book with broad reach.  Even though part of me feels that Samet is cheating by avoiding the morality of the war and her possible culpability in preparing these young men and women for it, it is not a big part.  This is not to say that Samet does not worry and care about what happens to these students.  Her concern comes through loud and clear.  My problem is that whenever she seems about to discuss the war in moral terms, she backs off and retreats into the literature she teaches.  This is, of course, what the book is actually about, so I’m not really faulting her.  But the immorality of what the United States has done to Iraq is eclipsed only by the crime committed against the military personnel who were sent into that situation in the first place.  It is the elephant in the room, even when you want to talk about something else.

Soldier’s Heart does many things at once, and all of them with nearly equal competence.   It discusses the costs and dividends of the choices one makes in life as well as the impact of events over which one has no control.  It lays out the path by which one becomes a teacher and then defines that role.  It synthesizes knowledge from all ages with a narrative voice that is tied to a particular generation and social status.  It recognizes the existence of hypocrisy, contradiction and paradox in all points of view and does not run away from them.  And finally it engages on emotional and intellectual levels.  I had a hard time putting it down, even when I was picking up one of the many books Samet references.  Of course this is the great fun of the book.  Even the most well read person will find themselves chasing down authors and their works.  It took me a long time to finish this book (and this post) because every few pages I would have to stop and read Ambrose Bierce or Wilfred Owen.  Also, since I teach many of the same authors and works she does (i.e. Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried), I kept diving into unit plans adding material that Samet lays out, or that came to me as I read.

Samet begins the book with a description of a parent’s weekend in October 2001 and identifies the events of the previous month as being the cause of a quick and vast refocusing of energies and purpose at West Point.   A varied cast of cadets cycle through the English professor’s classroom on their way to Iraq or Afghanistan.  She and her colleagues feel the weight, but benefit pedagogically from the clarity of this predetermined path.  Teaching English becomes as practical as engineering or chemistry to the army, and to the individual cadet and officer even more so.  When one knows that she is going to a war zone, prep time becomes very valuable.  The author makes the unassailable argument that studying English is not a waste of time; rather it is necessary and vital to the soldier’s ability to mentally survive war.  As an English teacher, this is an excellent method for getting my head into your book.

There are equally valid and far less dangerous ways to approach this book.  As a teacher of English at the high school level, Samet’s book will go next my copies of John McPhee’s The Headmaster, Dewey’s Democracy and Education, and others on my shelf of books that are right-thinking about dealing with students.  Samet is obviously a dedicated and effective teacher, and I find the book’s greatest strength to be its ability to make visible the coalescence of multiple elements over time into an effective teacher.  She approaches her students with a balance of necessary bureaucracy and personal connection.  Discussions of dealing with a particularly difficult class go hand in hand with her continued correspondence with former students.  Samet is obviously an experienced and serious educator in the prime of her career whose descriptions of classroom triumphs and difficulties will ring true with anyone who teaches.

In 1976, Samet, then seven years old, spent part of the summer walking Boston’s Freedom Trail as part of her experience with the nation’s bicentennial.  That same summer, I was also seven years old and my mother and father put my sister and me in a Boston Whaler and took us down the Hudson to New York Harbor to see the tall ships.  Since she graduated from Harvard the same year I graduated from (well, technically I was two credits short and had to finish the following summer) my less prestigious state university, I must deduce that she and I are the same age.   After she referenced Monty Python’s Four Yorkshire Men, my GEN-X (I’m not a fan of the term, but it does what I need it to here) radar was on pretty strong.  While Soldier’s Heart is in no way written in the voice of a Valley Girl, I didn’t have to go digging to understand many of the references, attitudes and sensibilities that some older and younger readers might.  I only point this out because it struck me as interesting and may have colored my impression of the book with an unfortunate sentimentality.

Samet comes to the reader from an elite perspective, and although she is aware of this fact and speaks to it, at times it was distracting for me.  Private Boston prep schools, Harvard, and Yale (via years of focus and hard work) are where the author learned her trade.  Her students are not on their way to being buck privates.  While West Point freshman may be at the bottom of the West Point barrel, it is a more appealing barrel than the enlisted one.  This book is a view from the top in many ways.   The focus on literature and film can seem a bit bourgeois at times, even when it focuses on knowledgeable and articulate authors like O’Brien and Bierce.  My thoughts often drifted to the bulk of unfortunate military personnel who were not fortunate enough to sit in on Professor Samet’s war lit seminar.  The percentage of our soldiers coming out of West Point is a relatively small one.  It seems that for every class of 900 to 1,000 at West Point, about 4,000 ROTC officers graduate from other colleges around the country.  With over a million personnel on the payroll, Samet’s effectiveness in preparing a handful of officers becomes a bit of an indictment of the training and use of the majority.

There is no way for Samet, at times, to avoid legitimizing, even glorifying, war.  This includes the war that she decries in the quote above.  Her love for the literature of war alone would be enough for me to make this statement, but her active participation as a teacher in a military institution is a validation of not only the soldiers, but also of the policies they are used to enforce around the world.  Please note that this is not a criticism of Samet.  Every American who pays taxes, consumes Halliburton/KBR products, or voted for any of our current government officials is equally culpable, and needs to identify and evaluate their own involvement in the American and Iraqi lives damaged and destroyed by this war. 

On the contrary, I applaud Samet.  Most Americans take or avoid a position on the war having never been impacted by it.  Most of us buy into the myths that are necessary to conduct a war.  Samet understands that each of us is a snail on Kurtz’s razorSoldier’s Heart is a great book.  If you took anything I said above as criticism of Samet, or her book, blame my poor writing skills and your own attention.

“If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie.” – Tim O’Brien

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December 31, 2007

Hugh Massingberd

Filed under: Authors — seth @ 9:34 am

     

Wit is a commodity that defies free market forces.  Always in short supply, it is usually undervalued because at any moment it can turn on you.  A good time to measure a man’s value is when he is staring at the business end of a biting wit.  Where honesty is a machete for hacking off chunks of bullshit, wit is a scalpel whose wielder is often measured by the patient’s ability to see the scar.

The back page of yesterday’s New York Times contains Margalit Fox’s excellent response to a writing assignment that many might try to avoid, tackling the obituary of Hugh Massingberd.  Massingberd used wit to perform autopsies as the famed obituary editor for London’s Daily Telegraph, very often cutting open and sewing up with the same stroke.

My experience with Massingberd is limited, but what I have read usually leaves me in stitches, as wits always have a few extra slashes for their more astute observers.  I understand fully that this is a statement one makes at one’s own peril, which were he still with us, might prompt Massingberd to give me the same treatment he gave many who were my betters and many who weren’t. 

Here are a couple of examples:

“The 3rd Lord Moynihan, who has died in Manila, aged 55, provided, through his character and career, ample ammunition for critics of the hereditary principle.

His chief occupations were bongo-drummer, confidence-trickster, brothel-keeper, drug-smuggler and police informer, but (he) also claimed other areas of expertise – as ‘professional negotiator’, ‘international diplomatic courier’, ‘currency manipulator’ and ‘authority on rock ‘n’ roll’.”

and

“Fanny Cradock…..became as celebrated for her bad temper as for her cooking. …in 1964 she was charged with careless driving and fined £5 – the arresting officer described her as ‘abusive and excited’. When he asked her to move her Rolls Royce (parked across the stream of traffic) she called him a ‘uniformed delinquent’ and…….reversed into the car behind…………………when in 1977 she married Johnny Cradock she claimed she was 55, even though her eldest son was then 50 years old……..in 1983 she was prosecuted for dangerous driving. She had swerved across her lane and caused a collision. When the other driver tried to talk to her she said, “How dare you hit my car” and drove off………the other driver followed her for 15 miles…..he finally overtook her and stood in front of her car waving her down.

Mrs Cradock proceeded to run him over.” 

and finally a list of military figures who were Massingberd’s specialty

“Lieutenant-Colonel Peter Sanders, who accepted an invitation to lunch from the same Waziri tribesman who a few days earlier had blown him up and cost him his right arm; Bunny Roger, the Mayfair “aesthete” who marched through German lines brandishing a rolled-up copy of Vogue; Warrant Officer “Muscles” Strong, who interrupted his Chinese captors’ lectures on western imperialism with cries of “Bollocks!”; Sir “Honker” Henniker, Bt., an Indian Army brigadier who enjoyed being saluted by his elephants; Charles Upham, the New Zealander who charged two German machine-gun nests singlehanded and is one of only three men in history to be awarded two Victoria Crosses.”

Here are a quick series of links to some of Massingberd’s writing found on the web

  • A review of Virginia Nicholson’s Singled Out

  • Text of a speech to the Anthony Powell Society

  • Some bits from Massingberd’s fantastic obits

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November 18, 2007

A Review of The Devil of Great Island by Emerson W. Baker

Filed under: Authors,Books,History,Reviews — seth @ 8:03 am

            

The Devil of Great Island by Emerson W. Baker was released at the beginning of last month.  I assume the book’s marketing team figured since they had a piece on witchcraft, a pre-Halloween release might boost initial sales.  As the book is an excellent piece of historical research, my guess is some folks may have felt hoodwinked when, under a blanket with friends and a red light or candles, their spooky story session turned into a lecture on mass hysteria, property disputes, and the sectarian divisions in early New England.  As a teacher I have no problem with tricking someone into learning something.

So it was no coincidence that as October rolled around and Baker’s efforts landed in an envelope upon my doorstep, I was well over half way through Arthur Miller’s The Crucible with my juniors.  While not able to finish this excellent book on the Stone Throwing Devil in time to share much of it with my classes, I will be better prepared to do so next fall.   You see, Prof. Baker has deepened and broadened my understanding of one of the more infamous events in American history by connecting it to another, lesser known, but seminal event.  That is good history.

Baker appears to be an active academic and with his participation as an advisor to the PBS documentary Colonial House in addition to the publication of this book, he seems to be a rising star.  The Devil of Great Island is appropriate for the professional academic and the amateur historian.  By looking at this smaller hysteria, ten years before Salem, Baker has shed greater light on the more famous event, which is no mean task.  The Trials of 1692 may be one of the most investigated and described non-military subjects in American history.  Based on an inexhaustive personal search of the first few pages of Yahoo! search results, I would say Professor Baker’s book has filled an empty spot in the wall of Colonial American historical knowledge.

The prose is good and the narrative compelling, making for a broadly accessible work.  Baker untangles the quite natural events and circumstances surrounding a series of phantom rock-throwings which occurred in the isolated communities in and around the mouth of the Piscataqua River in 1682.  He then reweaves those events into the larger fabric of early colonial New England. 

In the middle of the river, just on the New Hampshire side sits Great Island, known today as New Castle.  In 1682, a planter named George Walton accused his neighbor of conjuring a spirit moved about his property throwing stones.  Called “lithobolia” by the locals, the term survives as the title of a pamphlet printed by a witness named Richard Chamberlain in London in 1698.  What follows the initial attacks is a portrait of early America that is deftly captured and interpreted by the author. 

Baker’s understanding of the subtle and intricate causal flow of history shines bright.  A favorite nugget from this book was his identification for the reader of nearby ancestors to Robert Frost and connecting the lithobolian incidents with New England themes found in Frost’s poetry.  Again, this is good history from an academic whose focus is narrow, but his understanding broad.

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