The Jungle by Upton Sinclair (1906)
I'd heard in high school about this exposé of the Chicago meat-packing industry at the beginning of the 20th Century, but somehow my history teachers and my English teachers didn't collaborate enough to require me to read it. That's probably just as well, as I was operating under the all-too-common theory that if a book was required in school, it couldn't possibly be interesting.
Forty plus years later, I finally read The Jungle, thanks to a suggestion from the Great Courses' Turning Points in American History. Contrary to my expectations, I found it riveting, very difficult to put down. (Whether I would have found it so in high school is another question, and I don't know the answer.) It's depressing enough, following the Lithuanian immigrant protagonist as he and his family are crushed by the dark side of the Industrial Revolution, the unrestrained and unregulated industrial monopolies, and the rampant immigration that encouraged the view of human laborers as expendable. But it's a gripping story, which makes the end of the book all the more distressing. I knew better than to expect a happy ending, although a hopeful one would have been nice. I was expecting a tragic ending, and certainly there's plenty of tragedy to go around. But The Jungle never ends. The protagonist discovers Socialism, and after the reader is led through pages of Socialist diatribe, the book simply ends. Upton Sinclair uses and abandons his human characters for the sake of his cause, just as the industrial and political machines use and abandon them in his story.
Sinclair wanted to write a powerful book, one that would have a profound social effect, like Uncle Tom's Cabin before it, and in this he succeeded. Emotions stirred by The Jungle, including those of President Theodore Roosevelt, led directly to the passage of the Pure Food and Drugs Act and the Meat Inspection Act, and eventually the establishment of the Food and Drug Administration. But the contamination of the country's meat products was not Sinclair's chief concern; he wrote the book for America's workers, for the exploited immigrants. As he later said, "I aimed for the public's heart, and by accident hit it in the stomach."
The Jungle has been accused of exaggeration and falsification, and no doubt Sinclair took some artistic liberties. But all in all the experiences ring true, not only to what we imagine life to have been like at the turn of the 20th century, but also to what has been documented as happening here and now: monopolistic practices, downward pressure on the value of labor due to rampant immigration, enslavement of immigrants, drug and alchohol abuse, sex trafficking, the widening gap between the rich and the poor, and agribusiness practices that encourage disease and contamination. We've come a long way over the last hundred years in protecting ourselves from the evils of the human heart. But the evil in our hearts still remains.
Courtesy of the National Archives, here's an article that gives a better picture of the von Trapp family than The Sound of Music movie does. I still like the movie, but the real characters are more interesting.
Not Exactly Normal by Devin Brown (Eerdmans, 2006)
As often happens at the Maggie P., we had some "relatives of a relative" come visit yesterday. One of them, a nine-year-old boy, brought with him this book. I picked it up, read a page, became intrigued, and then spent my spare moments devouring it before the family had to leave.
I appear to be on a roll here. Like The Silent Swan, which I also read and reviewed recently, Not Exactly Normal is a book written for young people, set in a school (middle school age this time), from a Christian perspective ... and I liked it! Two Christian authors in a row who include faith in their books naturally and reasonably, without the awkward, embarrassing, beat-them-over-the-head language of so much recent Christian fiction! Who'd have thought? Even though Not Exactly Normal deals with important philosophical issues, it is not what people think of as a religious book. It's a human book. And one with which I can identify much more than most books written for young people these days. One Amazon reviewer said,
I wonder whether the erudite family and school setting he is privileged to have would be something a "typical" American middle-schooler could really relate to.
But the family (though sadly, not the school) experiences are exactly why I relate to it—and not to most of what's out there. As the same reviewer also said,
Any text that includes discussion of John Donne's poetry, background on Good King Wenceslas, Pele and Mia Hamm, and excerpts from T.S. Elliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats in a way that younger readers can understand and even enjoy is definitely to be recommended.
And, I might add, computing square roots by hand. (Taught in the classroom, though unfortunately not demonstrated in the book.)
The Locust Effect by Gary A. Huagen and Victor Boutros (Oxford University Press, 2014)
First world problems, even for the poor, really are different from those of the developing world. That doesn't mean they're not problems; dearth and excess are both damaging. Think starvation versus industrialized food and an obesity crisis; no schools versus an educational system with a stranglehold on our lives; lack of basic medical care versus a health care machine that takes birth and death away from home and makes us dependent on drugs.
We also have a hyperactive legal system that shackles our lives and has taken common sense out of the rule of law. The developing world? Rampant, violent crime and a legal system that protects the perpetrators and victimizes the victims.
Nearly fifty sticky-notes festoon my borrowed copy of The Locust Effect, but I don't have time to type them out. I could wait, but I'll never have time to do justice to the book—or more importantly, to its ideas. So I'm going to take the easy way out and suggest, strongly, that you check out the websites of The Locust Effect and of the International Justice Mission.
The Locust Effect is an extremely important book. Essential, really, for anyone who cares about the poor and suffering of the world. It lays out a strong and effective case that the most basic, most critical, and least recognized problem of the world's poor is the lack of an effective system of justice to protect them. Occasional police brutality and corrupt lawyers notwithstanding, we take it for granted that our legal system is there to protect us from crime. For much of the world, however, that is simply not the case. What good is it to provide seeds and farming tools if the land with all its crops is likely to be stolen? To promote the education of girls if they can expect to be raped on the way to school—or by the teacher? Why provide medical care if the man cured from his disease then rots in jail for 30 years just because he happens to be walking down the street when the police are out, press-gang style, looking for someone, anyone, to convict for a crime committed by someone who has paid well to be acquitted?
If the websites don't convince you, then by all means read the book. If you worry that the authors would take anything away from programs that feed the hungry, provide microloans to impoverished women, build libraries and schools, or otherwise meet other critical needs, then read the book. If you believe the need, but fear the problem is hopeless, read the book. The book's 346 pages provide exhaustive documentation of both the problems and approaches that have shown great success. But "exhaustive" is the operative word. As befitting lawyers, the authors dot every i and cross every t, and like Presbyterian preachers make their points over and over again. I highly recommend reading the book, but if there are easier and faster ways to get to the ideas, I'm sure the authors would still approve.
Violence against the poor is a difficult and dangerous problem to solve, but not impossible. There is no magic bullet; it takes courage and hard work and a whole lot of patience and perseverence. The first step is bringing this hidden and unacknowledged crisis to light, and The Locust Effect does that well.
The Silent Swan by Lex Keating (AltWit Press, 2013)
Having found myself in the vicinity of Stephan's Kindle, I could not resist reading his copy of The Silent Swan. Were it not for his positive review, I would have passed on the opportunity, as coming-of-age stories and romances are both near the bottom of my genre preferences. (You can read his review here.) However, The Silent Swan is so much more than that. (The cover is unfortunate. Maybe not for the author, since in my observation that kind of cover sells. But it hardly does justice to the book.) What really hooked me is that the story is a mystery, and I'm a sucker for mysteries. Trying to unravel the truth kept me reading, and the ending did not disappoint. Overall, I give the book four of five stars. But for the romance/teen angst/school story genre, it deserves at least a ten. Ditto for the "modern Christian fiction" genre. The bar is really, really low in those categories, which makes The Silent Swan a standout.
It almost lost me in the first chapter. I suppose that if a character is going to develop gradually over 580 pages, it helps to start from a bad place. I really hate it when people do stupid things in books, and the protagonist was being really stupid. Granted, the action takes place in a school, among hormone-laden teenagers, which is practically a recipe for stupidity ... but still.
I've said this before—in my review of Stephen Lawhead's The Skin Map—but it's equally true here: "My least favorite [parts of the book] were the drawn-out descriptions of the physical appearance of every female character encountered, and the even more interminable battle scenes, both of which were obviously included for the more testosterone-laden among us." The Silent Swan is clean, almost grandchild-safe (and probably better than much of what our eldest has already read), but violence and sex still sell to some segments of the audience. I found the brotherly squabbles (and fights) annoying, even boring; and if this story provides an accurate description of what goes on in a teenage boy's mind whenever he sees a woman ... let's just say I'm feeling a lot better about burqas. It's not porn, but even I am enough of a feminist to find it outrageously insulting. (Yet this is 'way better than so much of what's available and aimed specifically for the teenaged audience.)
There are some points where the story stretches my "willing suspension of disbelief" too far. It is unfathomable that in any family these days, let alone a family with a full-time employed mom, kids could grow up so ignorant in the kitchen. Haven't they heard of cookbooks? Or allrecipes.com? I can see asking them to have meal responsibilities, but what parents expect so much from someone with no preparation at all? I actually know someone who was taught to swim by being thrown into the middle of a lake—but even then the instructor was there to keep her from drowning.
The main female character is also omni-competent in so many areas that for some that will be the least credible part of the book, but I see it as a strong point: I know teenagers can be and do so much more if allowed to break out of their media- and school-induced comas! If she is a bit too much of a superhero, she's also the most human and reasonable of all the characters, and in her courage, perseverance, intelligence, and (non-romantic) love is a positive female figure—something I find very rare.
I mentioned that The Silent Swan is a standout in the modern Christian fiction genre. Frankly, I don't know whether or not the author intended it to have that label. Certainly J.R.R. Tolkien would not have accepted such a designation for his works, and they are some of the best Christian fiction extant. But it deserves consideration, because I could see this book selling in a Christian bookstore. Certainly the cover looks like the Christian romances I've seen there. Yet one of its strengths is that it's a Christian novel that is hardly recognizable as a Christian novel. It's not The Lord of the Rings, but is nonetheless infused with Christian attitudes and values while completely eschewing overt Christian language. Stories with altar calls just. don't. work. At the same time, it's not one of those books by postmodern Christian authors, who throw in bad language and questionable content just to prove they're "authentic" and without religious hangups.
The Silent Swan is both too hard and too easy on the foster care system, so I'll average that out to okay.
All the sibling violence to the contrary, the protagonist's family is solid, full of mutual respect and love, and with no quarter given for disrespecting the parents. That, sadly, is a rare quality in the books that are pitched to children these days. And if his mind starts out one-dimensional when it comes to women, he does grow considerably, and in all the right directions. Respect for family; love as something greater than sex; the idea that life might be more serious than going to prom; basic honesty; resisting seduction; the importance of setting oneself up for success in potentially risky situations (e.g. being in a group rather than alone with your girl on a deserted beach)—these are not popular attitudes, especially in young adult books, but are presented as good, reasonable, and believable in The Silent Swan.
The Silent Swan is a well-constructed and clever take on one of Grimm's fairy tales, The Six Swans. I won't say the writing is great, but it's good, and that's saying a lot in these days of slap-dash writing, and of editiors and proofreaders who apparently have time to do neither. I've recommended it to our library for purchase, and I hope Lex Keating has another book in the works.
Note: Now that I have a Kindle, buying books is a harder decision. Susan Wise Bauer's History of the Renaissance World is still on my Amazon wish list; I would have bought it months ago if I could only decide whether to get the physical book or the Kindle version. Unfortunately, it's not part of the Kindle Matchbook program, where you can get the Kindle version for little or nothing if you buy the printed book. While writing this review, I decided to buy the Kindle version of The Silent Swan for myself (it's only $2.99), but then I noticed that it IS part of the Matchbook program, and what if I later decide to get the book, which at the moment is a pricey $17.99? I would have wasted the opportunity. Decisions, decisions. (Amazon Prime members can read the book for free, by the way.)
Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand (Random House, 2010)
There are math prodigies. There are music prodigies. And then there is Louis Zamperini, who can only be called a survival prodigy.
Read the Unbroken before the movie comes out. Not that I know anything bad about the upcoming film, but I do know that movies have a track record of focussing on the action while missing the subtleties. Not that there aren't subtleties I'd rather have missed.
To summarize the story of Zamperini—Olympian, WWII pilot, prisoner of war—might give away too much. You could read the Wikipedia article, but I don't recommend it. Let Laura Hillenbrand be the storyteller; she does the job remarkably well.
One caveat: Although I recommend Unbroken highly—it is a remarkable story, horrifying and wonderful—I'm not sure about recommending it to anyone with an active, visual imagination. I'm not one who visualizes what I read well, as I'm usually in too much of a hurry to get on with the story. But evil images can make an impression in a flash, and one particular incident haunted me for days. It still does, though I'm getting better at banishing it when it intrudes. I certainly can't recommend the book to grandson Jonathan, for example, though it's well within his reading ability and would give him important insights into World War II, the clash of cultures, the depths of evil, and the power of grace. It would also scar his young soul. As an aunt, I'm even reluctant to encourage our nephews to read Unbroken, but I have to realize that, being teens and older, their souls have probably already been scarred. Certainly several of them are old enough to have been in the story had they lived at that time, which is another reason it's hard to read.
Three observations that should not be spoilers:
- As a child, Louis Zamperini could only be called a juvenile delinquent, despite a reasonably happy family life. The traits that made him so were apparent even when he was a toddler, though they were exacerbated by problems at school. It's clear that these same characteristics also drove him to be an Olympic athlete, a war hero, and a survivor in unspeakably brutal conditions. In a society where unruly children are routinely drugged into compliance, where they have no acceptable outlet for their wild energies, where their natural talents are quashed rather then channelled—where will our heroes come from when we need them?
- The brutality of the Japanese prison camp personnel was almost beyond belief. Take a generation or two of any society: abuse them physically and mentally, daily and as a matter of course, in school and in the military; teach them that surrender and capture are the ultimate in shame and degradation; above all, fill them with the certainty that they and their people are vastly superior to all other beings ... and then put the dregs of that society, the failures, and the mentally ill in charge of the prison camps. What is astonishing is not the consequences, but how quickly they come to fruition.
- Despite seeming evidence to the contrary, good is vastly more powerful than evil.
The Shadow Lamp by Stephen R. Lawhead (Thomas Nelson, 2013)
I'd been looking forward to the next installment of Lawhead's Bright Empires series since I finished #3, The Spirit Well. (#1 is The Skin Map and #2 The Bone House.) Fortunately, our library is generally quite responsive to suggestions for new books to acquire, and I recently finished #4, The Shadow Lamp. Glad to return to the adventures of the characters and to Lawhead's captivating, if disorienting, world, I was alas somewhat disappointed by this installment. The first three books I found increasingly interesting and well-written, but this one did not hold together as well. There are so many characters now that even 371 pages provide only snapshots where I was hoping for a movie.
What's more, as the story nears its climax, its Christian foundations have become more explicit. This is hard to articulate, as it's more an impression than something rational, but I found it more effective in the background. Unlike many Christian writers, certainly most modern ones, Lawhead does a good job of making it integral to the story rather than preachy. But that sort of thing is so very hard to do well. It's akin to the problem of portraying a truly good person; it was C.S. Lewis who expressed the problem best when he acclaimed George MacDonald all but unique as a writer whose good characters are believable and his villains "stagey," instead of the other way around (preface to George MacDonald: An Anthology). What Lewis called the "Kappa element" in a story (very roughly, the atmosphere, flavor, or tone that infuses the tale) is what makes it convincing for me, as in Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, which is shot through from beginning to end with Christian truth that never comes explicitly to the foreground. The Shadow Lamp loses something by making it so obvious.
All that aside, it was good to become reacquainted with the characters and a truly fascinating and imaginative story, and I'm hoping for better in the final book, The Fatal Tree, due to be released in September. If you're interested in the stories, by the way, and haven't yet begun the series, I recommend waiting for the last book to be released, so as to be able to read them in quick succession. It's too complicated a tale to let many months go by between books.
Station X: Decoding Nazi Secrets by Michael Smith (TV Books, 1999)
Writers like Michael Pollan, John McPhee, and Rowan Jacobsen can take the oddest subjects and weave them into a riveting story. Would that any of them had written Station X! Michael Smith has a riveting story: the long-kept secret of the codebreakers that revealed so much of Axis strategy and tactics during World War II. The facts themselves kept me reading the book, but I'd have finished it in a day if it had been written as I'm sure it could be. Without a doubt it's a story worth knowing, and you can get a taste of it from Wikipedia.
I had heard, of course, that the British had cracked the Germans' supposedly uncrackable Enigma Machine in WWII, a fact that only became known much later—the techniques were still being used in the Cold War—leaving participants from the lowest level to Winston Churchill unable to talk about what they did during the war. Here are a few things I didn't know:
- The success was not due to a "big break" that solved the problem once for all, but to many little breaks that added up and to much tedious work—work and breaks that needed to be repeated and achieved every day. In addition to serious mathematics, cracking the codes required intuition, imagination, guesswork, and persistence. Old-fashioned, flesh-and-blood spying played a significant role, and good ol' human mistakes (such as starting a message with the very recognizable "Heil Hitler!") were essential.
Success depended very largely on German operators ignoring the rules. "We could usually break things when we identified the human error and that was what it was all about," said Mavis Lever. "If the Germans had kept to the rule book and done it properly, as they were instructed to do, then of course we wouldn't have been able to get it out."
Among his many achievements, Tiltman had helped to crack the cipher used by the Japanese naval attaché in Berlin, assisted by the latter's tendency to begin each of his reports with the phrase: "I have the honor to report to your excellency that..."
- Cracking the codes began during World War I.
- The Poles made the first critical break, providing both irony and concern later, during the Cold War.
- Bletchley Park workers were a motley crew of brilliant and eccentric folks. The initial group consisted mainly of liberal arts professors, on the grounds that codebreaking primarily required language skills. When mathematicians were brought in they and their work were viewed with suspicion: what could they possibly contribute? (More)
Half the Church: Recapturing God's Global Vision for Women by Carolyn Custis James (Zondervan, 2011)
I've reviewed three of Carolyn Custis James' books before (When Life and Beliefs Collide, The Gospel of Ruth, and Lost Women of the Bible); this is her most recent and I'm happy to say our library added it to their shelves at my request. I'm not even going to attempt to rank the four, but just say that Carolyn James isn't losing any steam. She continues fleshing out her discoveries concerning a Biblical view of the role of women, not only in the church but in all creation. This time her vision was inspired and enhanced by her reading of Half the Sky (Kristof/WuDunn).
As usual, and despite her own assurances to the contrary, I think James underestimates both the difficulty and the importance of full-time, long-term motherhood, and is in danger of heaping still more burden and guilt on those who are already struggling. I truly get her position that "marriage and babies" is an insufficient—downright paltry—vision of God's overall plan for his daughters, implying that the young, the old, and those without husbands or incapable of bearing children are second-class citizens in God's Kingdom. However, I believe that a vision of childrearing as only a short interlude in one's life is also deficient, and that James misses important contributions of those who have committed to large families (now defined as more than two children), childrearing as full-time work, and homeschooling. She also appears not to understand how difficult and intellectually challenging it is to do well in such a profession, and how little such people are respected by society (including most churches).
But that is not James' battle, and one cannot cover all bases in every book. What she does cover, she handles superbly.
As usual, here are a few random quotations, to give you a feel for Half the Church, and to remind my future self of what's inside.
Literary experts tell us every good story has conflict. ... In fact without conflict a story has no plot. ... Which made me wonder, if God is the master storyteller—the creator of story—and if conflict makes the story, is there conflict before Genesis 3? ... If humanity had never fallen into sin, would we be living in a plotless story now? For that matter, will heaven be plotless? Is conflict only and always destructive and the result of fallenness? Or is there a healthy, necessary, constructive variety of conflict that creates a gripping plot and is designed to make God's image bearers flourish and grow? (pp. 66-67)
Conflict brings out the leader in us, transforms our lives from the mundane to the cosmic, and by God's grace forges us into more compassionate, selfless leaders. Conflict in our stories isn't in the way; it is the way—to becoming better leaders, better image bearers, to creating a better story—to the fulfillment of the Story. (p. 97)
Nunsense was written in 1985, but neither of us had seen it until Sunday. We went to the performance at Sanford's Wayne Densch Performing Arts Center because our friend Linda was the music director for the show. As it turned out, we knew one of the main cast members, too—a friend of Heather's from high school. She played Sister Hubert and did a fantastic job. Everyone did a great job, actually, though some had better enunciation than others, so we didn't always get the jokes because we didn't catch all the words.
A few of the jokes were less than family-friendy, but they'd probably go over the heads of anyone who shouldn't hear them, and compared with much of what can be seen today, the show is fitting for—well, for a convent!
Afterwards we had a (too) quick bite to eat at the Willow Tree Café. German food is not normally my favorite out-to-eat meal, but this was excellent and I'd love to have an excuse to go back.
We had the Gourmet Potato Pancakes and the Sausage Sliders from this menu. Both were worth repeating, although next time I may want to try the Reisen Bretzen.
How to Be Idle by Tom Hodgkinson (HarperCollins, 2005)
The Idle Parent by Tom Hodgkinson (Penguin Books, 2009)
Porter recently earned his ITIL (Information Technology Infrastructure Library) certification. Not to be outdone, I read these books to obtain my IDLE certification. (A joke that only works if you read it out loud, I guess.) Unlike Porter's efforts, mine required no exam, although How to Be Idle did at times test my patience.
I read the second book first, on Janet's recommendation, and I'm glad I did. It is by far the better, as evidenced by having over 30 of my sticky notes whereas the other only has eight. I suspect that parenthood gave Hodgkinson a little more maturity, as it does most of us. Even though I know he's exaggerating to make a point, in How to Be Idle there's still 'way too much disdain for effort, responsibility, and moral standards, and much too much praise for smoking, excessive drinking, drug use, unlimited sex, and all-night partying. On the plus side, he mentions Paul Verlaine twice, a poet I'd never heard of till Stephan introduced me to him. I love to find connections like that.
From the chapter on meditation, a sentiment I can relate to:
It's hard to drift off into nowhereland when your arousal hormones are circulating wildly as a result of your rage at mobile phone users. Fantasies of hurling their mobile phones from the train window tend to disturb the search for inner calm.
Much of what Hodgkinson praises I cannot relate to, even a "pleasure" as innocent as remaining in bed until noon. He's not even talking about getting a good night's sleep—as one would need after another of his pleasures, staying awake till three or four in the morning—but of lolling around, simply being idle. Even if I were a night person for whom a 4 a.m. to noon sleep felt normal, I'd be climbing the walls if I couldn't wake up, get up, and get to work! I never did get how breakfast in bed was supposed to be a luxury.
On the other hand, this touches on one of the book's best points: that we have—unnaturally and to our harm—separated work from life. We focus our educational efforts too much on training our children to get a well-paying job working for someone else, when we should be teaching them how to discover what they love to do and leverage it into self-employment. Although he quotes G. K. Chesterton several times, Hodgkinson does not mention one of my favorite of Chesterton's ideas, though I'm sure he would agree with it: the world does not really have too many capitalists (owners of the tools of production), but too few.
Another important point, hidden in his obsession with what I'd call slothful idleness, is how essential to the creative process are unscheduled time, daydreaming, staring into space, meandering walks to nowhere, and the like. Yet we feel guilty for these idle times, and others feel free to interrupt them, because we're "not doing anything."
The Idle Parent retains a modicum of the prejudice against Christianity in general and Puritanism in particular (or rather, the author's misinterpretation of them), and a bit too much respect for Rousseau, Locke and others who seem to know more about theoretical children than real ones. And he still exaggerates at times to make his point. But there are some real gems here.
Here follows a ridiculously long list of quotations, and I won't blame you if you are put off by the quantity. But at least half the reason for making the effort to post them here is so that I'll be able to find them again myself, so I don't apologize. They're worth taking the time to read, really. (More)
Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America's Class War by Joe Bageant (Crown, 2007)
It is good for me occasionally to read something written by someone I disagree with. After all, I frequently find wisdom in unexpected places, and have been trying for five years to put my aphorism, "the wise man recognizes truth in the words of his enemies," into common usage. (With spectacular lack of success, I might add. A Google search nets seven results, all from my own blog.) This book was difficult, and I haven't yet been wise enough to discern much useful truth, though by the end I was able to understand the author a bit better, I think—and to feel sorry for him. He's ashamed of his background, he's afraid of the future, he's angry at the injustice he sees, and he thinks he knows where to assign the blame.
It was not my Christmas present. I was only the courier, and if I don't like it, well, that's what I get for reading someone else's gift merely because it passed through my hands in the delivery.
Joe Bageant grew up in a small town in Virginia, not all that far from my own West Virginia/Western Pennsylvania ancestors. Unlike most of his neighbors, he went off to college and, as my strongly right-leaning friend would say, became thoroughly drunk on the "Liberal Kool-Aid." He became a hippie and a journalist and a hardline socialist.
Writing about his roots, he occasionally comes across as sympathetic to the sorrows of those who share his hometown, but mostly with a condescension that is difficult to stomach: Surely the only reason they don't see the world the way he does is that they have been ground down by their corporate, industrialist, Republican masters who conspire to keep the serfs stupid, ignorant, poor, and sick!
By the end of the book I was convinced that his conflicted response to his own people—alternate sympathy and loathing—is due to his own self-hatred. Sorry to go all pop-psychology on you, but he clearly has never forgiven himself for being white, and Scots-Irish at that. To hear him tell it, all the troubles of the world are the fault of people who are white, of Scots-Irish descent, and/or Christian. He himself is guilty of the first two, and if he managed to shed the last, to his embarrassment his own brother is a pastor—even one who admits to having cast out half a dozen demons in his time. In an attempt to atone for these sins, Bageant indulges in what would clearly be branded "hate speech" and earn him the harshest opprobrium were the objects of his screed black, of Hispanic descent, and/or Buddhist.
The best chapter, oddly enough, is the one on guns, hunting, and the Second Amendment. I say "oddly" because I dislike both guns and hunting, but appreciate Bageant's demolition of the standard Liberal gun-control reasoning. Here he seems at last to understand his own people, even though he no longer has use for guns himself. I suspect the recipient of this book will like this chapter a lot.
Although there are many places where I nearly threw the book across the room because of what I see as Bageant's ignorance and irrationality, he occasionally has some impressive insights: as, for example, when he accurately predicted the subprime mortgage crisis well before it became obvious to the world. On the other hand, Porter predicted that, too. It's a lot easier to see that something is a house of cards than it is to do something constructive about it.
I'm also struck, again, by how much the far Left and the far Right have in common. It's the Right that usually gets mocked for stockpiling food and water and otherwise preparing for the coming Doomsday, but Bageant is just as pessimistic. He may see different causes for the impending disaster, but he's sure it's coming. It's those of us in the middle who just keep on keeping on with life, expecting neither heaven nor hell anytime soon.
Here are a few quotes—then I have to go wrap the book. :) (More)
Better Than School by Nancy Wallace (Larson Publications, 1983)
Child's Work: Taking Children's Choices Seriously by Nancy Wallace (Holt Associates, 1990)
These stories of the education of Ishmael and Vita Wallace have been high on my list of favorite books since our own homeschooling days. Recently I re-read them both, confirming my suspicions that the Wallaces—flying by the seat of their pants in an era when homeschooling was almost unheard of, and often illegal—discovered many of the principles now refined in Project-Based Homeschooling.
The last time I read about the Wallaces' struggles with onerous regulations and imperious school boards, I noted how blessedly out of date it was, for although there are still those in the United States who would make homeschooling illegal again if they could, for the most part homeschoolers here can rest in the knowledge that the right to direct the education of our own children is recognized in all fifty states. This time, however, I read those parts of the books with renewed interest, since Switzerland, while much more advanced than the U.S. in some areas, is woefully behind us in this. Some of the Wallaces' experiences and arguments may turn out to be relevant, or at least to give inspiration.
Don't you just hate it when you read an inspiring story from the past and have no idea what happened to the characters in subsequent years? With Vita and Ishmael, at least, that question can be answered by visiting their Orpheo Duo website.
Here are a few, somewhat random, quotations. You really need to read the books to get a good sense of the story, however.
Walking into the meeting knowing that we had a majority [of the school board] on our side was a lot better than not knowing what to expect, but I guess I really wanted more than that. I wanted the whole board to admit that we were doing a terrific job with our kids and to be interested in our approach to education. After all, there was a lot the public schools could have learned from us. What disturbed me the most was that not only were two of the board members completely uninterested in what we were doing but they seemed to want the kids to go to school no matter what. When I wrote about this to John Holt, he responded with some very insightful remarks that I'll never forget. "One of the saddest things I've learned in my life," he said, "one of the things I least wanted to believe and resisted believing for as long as I could, was that people in chains don't want to get them off, but want to get them on everyone else. 'Where are your chains?' they want to know. 'How come you're not wearing chains? Do you think you are too good to wear them? What makes you think you're so special?'" (BTS, 114-115)
Project-Based Homeschooling: Mentoring Self-Directed Learners by Lori Pickert (independently published at CreateSpace, 2012)
Janet's enthusiasm over Project-Based Homeschooling led me to be sure I read the book while I had access to it in Switzerland. I had to get over some misconceptions, and I found the ideas intimidating, but I agree: it's a must-read for homeschoolers, and in truth important for all parents. Maybe for everybody.
The Misconception Way back when, in our homeschooling days, a popular approach was called Unit Studies. Here's an essay on unit studies as they relate to what's now called Classical Education; it give a pretty good idea of what they are about. Basically, you pick a topic you hope your child will be interested in, and integrate the teaching of all subjects into a study of that topic. At the time, I found the method too structured, too school-at-home, and too much work. I assumed project-based homeschooling was a re-working of unit studies.
I was wrong. There are similarities: a child working on a project is integrating many disciplines and skills together. But project-based homeschooling is an excellent example of why unschooling, well done, is absolutely not the "let the kid play video games all day" approach its detractors think it is.
Projects of this sort are the child's idea and the child's responsibility. That doesn't mean, however, that the parents are off the hook. It seems to me that the work involved in observing and coaching a project is much harder than following a curriculum. Which leads me to ...
The Intimidation I love the ideas. I really do. But even as a do-it-yourself, lone wolf kind of homeschooler, this is out-of-my-comfort-zone thinking. Probably because if Earth is my comfort zone, art projects are somewhere around Neptune, and so much of the examples here involve using art materials. The author seems to think it natural to work through one's ideas by making a painting or modelling in clay. I don't believe I've ever in my life even thought about doing that—and I've live a lot of years—so the idea of coaching a child to do so leaves me queasy. Fortunately, Lori Pickert was kind enough to explain, in a comment on Janet's review, that "if drawing and painting make you nervous, there’s still building, writing, designing t-shirts and websites, putting on skits, making brochures and posters, etc. etc. etc.—it’s more about helping kids figure out a way to help others learn and along the way that reinforces what they know/don’t know and how you collaborate, share, etc."
Also, she's careful to give the neophyte a break:
Surprisingly often, people will champion self-directed learning for children but not allow those children's parents the same freedom and respect. It's their way or the highway, and you had better start doing it the right way (their way) right away. Your kids should learn at their own pace, follow their interests, and you should trust that they'll eventually learn everything they need to know. You, on the other hand, should get with the program, right now, 100%, or else. You don't need to have your own opinions or ideas; ours will suffice. There's no time to experiment and see if these ideas work for you; take it on faith or you're part of the problem.
If your child deserves to learn at his own pace and have his own ideas, so do you. Whatever you champion for your child, make sure you also give to yourself: the right to follow your own path, work at your own pace, follow your own interests, make mistakes, and try again. Whatever you want for your children, you are far more likely to help them achieve it if you live it yourself.
It's hard to do justice to the project-based homeschooling concept without taking a lot more time and effort than I'm willing to put forth at the moment—not to mention that I'd need the book, which presently is some 4500 miles away. However, I do have some excerpts, which I copied down before relinquishing the book. (More)
3 Theories of Everything by Ellis Potter (Destinée Media, 2012)
It’s a good thing this little book is only 111 pages long, and easy to read to boot, because with our whirlwind sightseeing schedule—or what passes for whirlwind when 1.5- and three-year-old tornados are involved—there hasn’t been much time for reading.
The author is a former pastor of my son-in-law’s church, and that’s all I know about him because there’s no author blurb and I’m writing this “blind”: we’ve had no Internet for two days. And when it comes back I’ll be too busy/lazy to change the above. [Correction: I did find this short bio of Ellis Potter that covers a good deal.]
As I said, it’s a quick read, but well worth the attention. Potter’s search for absolute reality took him all over the map, so to speak, two of the notable stops being as a Buddhist monk and as a Christian pastor. 3 Theories of Everything is a brief and admittedly greatly simplified look at Monism, Dualism, and Trinitarianism, its strongest point being the obvious respect Potter has for all three, despite having decided that Trinitarianism comes closest to describing the true nature of the universe.
I’ve had my fill of arguments that think to prove their premises by sketching a false picture of their opponent’s position and mocking it into oblivion. What kept me reading this book, which had the potential to be just that, is that it isn’t. Potter is not one of those preachers who sees nothing but irrationality and evil in other religious beliefs and practices, even though he feels strongly about the truth of his own.
Besides that, my favorite part of 3 Theories of Everything is the discussion of relationship as the heart of Trinitarianism: God alone is God, and God is not alone. Unity and diversity, relationship, love, service, obedience, and sacrifice existed in God Himself before the creation of the world, and thus are fundamental to the very nature of the universe. Adam needed his relationship with similar-but-different Eve to be fully human. We are not ourselves in ourselves, but in relationship with others.
Potter is annoying sometimes, a little too Baptist in some places and a little too patriarchal in others, but his humility makes this easy to forgive.
