June 11, 2008

A Review of The Solitary Vice by Mikita Brottman

Filed under: Reviews — seth @ 1:29 pm

 

It is fundamentally incorrect to contrast bourgeois culture and bourgeois art with proletarian culture and proletarian art. The latter will never exist, because the proletarian regime is temporary and transient. The historic significance and the moral grandeur of the proletarian revolution consist in the fact that it is laying the foundations of a culture which is above classes and which will be the first culture that is truly human.

- Leon Trotsky, Literature and Revolution

Dr. Melik: This morning for breakfast he requested something called “wheat germ, organic honey and tiger’s milk.”
Dr. Aragon: Oh, yes. Those are the charmed substances that some years ago were thought to contain life-preserving properties.
Dr. Melik: You mean there was no deep fat? No steak or cream pies or… hot fudge?
Dr. Aragon: Those were thought to be unhealthy… precisely the opposite of what we now know to be true.
Dr. Melik: Incredible.

- from Woody Allen’s Sleeper

During my first year of teaching, I had the occasion to involve my 8th graders in a contest called something like “The Language Arts Olympics.”  I can’t really remember its name, but essentially it was an exercise in vocabulary, sentence structure, and literary elements.  Before the kids got started, I thought I had a pretty good idea who would do well.  I had a group of students, mostly boys, who were very vocal and very willing to discuss the stuff we read in class. Of course they would be the group to excel in the contest.  After I finished grading and looking at the results, I found that a small group of girls, who never said “boo” in my class discussions, blew the doors off.  Being a novice teacher, I just could not figure out what made these girls do so well.  They had average IQs, and their grades, while not poor, were not stellar either.  Finally, I went to their English teacher from the year before and asked her, “What gives?”  Being a veteran teacher, she looked at the names and laughed.  The girls were insatiable consumers of romance novels going through several a week for years. 

I couldn’t believe it.  Romance novels are crap.  How could anyone develop the vocabulary and command of text that these girls demonstrated by reading crap?  And if they read so much, why were their grades not higher?  It took me a few years, but I came to see that reading was not in and of itself an indicator of anything.  I also learned that my approval did not make a book appealing or appropriate for all of my students.

Because we enact linear lives, the telling of narrative stories is the basis for human communication and understanding.  They are endemic to how we exist in our physical and perceptual worlds.  Storytelling may modulate with the latest political swing or technological innovation, but its importance to the human experience will remain as long as we are a species of individuals in need of a collective experience.  In The Solitary Vice: Against Reading, Mikita Brottman makes the argument that in the novel form, the hearing of stories to the extreme can be a solitary experience that isolates the reader from the social nature of the activity.

Brottman is trying to make a subtle argument and is not out to end reading or to impugn the good name of literacy. Rather, she makes an argument for their importance by rightly attacking the elitist nature of Literature and the Canon as well as their tendency to create an abnormal disconnect between the world as it is and the world as it is perceived.  (For those of you who believe that either of those worlds contradicts the existence of the other, just stop reading now and hit your browser’s home button.  Thank you.)

Brottman begins by warning against the dangers of reading as an addiction.  While I take her point, and have always been a believer in the Middle Path, too much moderation can quickly kill a buzz.  In light of what some of my high school students are into, reading is low on my list of dangers.  Our literary muckraker moves on to warn against the “high” caused by the freebasing of E. A. Poe, namely, too much reading can sever one’s connection with the pleasures of a more “real” world.  At a young age, books were an escape from “reality” and caused her to lock herself in her attic and walk around “whispering” lines from Macbeth.   Oh, the horror!

Brottman’s problem is that she makes her case using only herself and favorite authors as evidence.  I teach students with learning disabilities.  By and large they are a group of non-readers.  Guess what?  They get wrapped up in football, video games, cars, girls, boys, girls and boys…

… and some wear black and walk around whispering lyrics from Cannibal Corpse.  While Brottman quotes some great stuff, and makes some insightful connections, she misses the fact that its not the books, its youth.  Books are only one of the things that will “cast a spell” on young people, and they may be one of the best things.

Solitary Vice does move on to make some very weighty and well-argued points regarding the danger of applying class distinction to literature. This idea of privilege or rank leads to trouble for humans in many areas. As I write this, my wife is sitting next to me watching the last part of BBC Planet Earth series, which deals with the future of our impact on the little blue marble. One of the reasons we destroy our environment is the modern human inclination to ignore the physical realities of living inside a very finite sliver of the universe capable of supporting life. Our problems began not when we began seeing ourselves as lord and vassal or proletariat and bourgeoisie, but when we saw ourselves as outside the natural system. In his novel, Ishmael, Daniel Quinn argues that the way out is creating a new narrative for the human race to enact.

(Quick side note: Those few who read this infrequent page on an understandably infrequent basis, will know that my ass is all over this postmodern shit! I am so glad I read this book during an election year!)

Her argument against Joseph Gold, who identifies the human capacity for narrative as a “survival tool”, continues her subtle thinking. She does not disagree with the premise, just the fodder. She suggests that the world of pulp fiction will do the same job as “LITERATURE” (or Big Lit if you’re on K Street.) Brottman sings with the ring of truth on this point as long as she is discussing micro-narrative like “personal loyalty, social conflict, or human crises”  Of course, Quinn is speaking of universal narratives, specifically the narrative of how we have come to be at war with our environment.

My favorite moment in the book came when Brottman discusses the true power of great Literature, skillfully acknowledging that such a thing exists after spending many pages knocking it down.  That is the correct order, I think.  She references a letter from Kafka in which he says, “A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside of us.”  My mind immediately yelled, “Gooseberries!” referring to the Chekhov story of the same name that boasts this passage:

“Every happy man should have some one with a little hammer at his door to knock and remind him that there are unhappy people, and that, however happy he may be, life will sooner or later show its claws, and some misfortune will befall him — illness, poverty, loss, and then no one will see or hear him, just as he now neither sees nor hears others. But there is no man with a hammer, and the happy go on living, just a little fluttered with the petty cares of every day, like an aspen-tree in the wind — and everything is all right.”

Two paragraphs later Brottman references the Chekhov story and she and I had the moment (or I alone had it, if you believe her earlier chapters) of collective experience that can be provided by the written word.  As I discussed with one of my 11th graders yesterday, H. P. Lovecraft (ironically given the adolescent Brottman’s reading list) is able to reach through time to speak to us.

Ok, brass tacks time.  Solitary Vice is a very interesting book that wanders its way through reading and books and their impact on the individual if taken too far.  Brottman is an engaging and wickedly well-read narrator, and in addition to appreciating Gooseberries, if those are her legs on the book’s cover (sexist remark coming) I’d be interested in meeting her for a drink.  (Punitive moment for sexist remark to come after wife reads blog.)  Because I spend my day among older teenagers with a host of learning difficulties including Asperger’s Syndrome and autism, I was particularly interested in one of Brottman’s details that helps me sum up Solitary Vice.  She begins one chapter describing Temple Grandin, who is not a house of Jewish worship, but an autistic designer of farming equipment.  She describes visual-spatial thinkers as better at understanding the whole rather than noticing the details.  I find that Professor Brottman is at her best when focused on the trees without worrying about the forest.

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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 1, 2007

A Review of Bones Rocks and Stars by Chris Turney

Filed under: Books,Reviews,Science — seth @ 10:40 am

         

As my 39th birthday approaches, I wrestle more and more with time.  Impending death focuses the mind, right?  Well, it’s not as bad as all that, really, but like an invasive species, I find myself appreciating time’s aesthetic while wanting to spray it with dimensional herbicide.

With my own angst over a linear and finite lifespan as backdrop, I recently received Chris Turney’s Bones, Rocks, and Stars in the mail.  Subtitled The Science of When Things Happened, Turney sets out to explain the difficulties of pinning down when as a scientific fact.  The ensuing conversation covers the politics of calendars, tree rings and ice cores as important (and disappearing) records, earth’s penchant for galactic near misses, and finally the dangers of creationism.

The book is well written, geared for the general public, and, at 167 pages in its trade paperback form, easily consumed.  Turney does an excellent job of tying the problems of scientific measurement, public ignorance, and poor public policy together.  I enjoyed the blending of science with history and a bit of literary spin at the beginning of each chapter.  I find that I agree with Pharyngula that the book culminates in the only place such a discussion can, namely the religious disruption of vital science.

This book would make a great Xmas gift (used, of course) for the citizen scientist in your life.  I recommend it highly.

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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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