This day shall always cause me to pause. It is the day everything changed. I still find myself waking in the middle of the night wondering about this day and the events that changed our lives forever. What we saw, what we lived through, what we became. I have planned to revisit two documents I created from the ashes of this event that provide me a map to find recovery. The first is our webpage of the day and those immediately following and then a community effort to understand and move on.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki isn’t another book written by any Tom, Dick, or Harry and it isn’t for the birds, though Oliver might disagree. Ozeki uses two voices: Nao and Ruth. Nao has written a diary she keeps belittling. “I took a bitter sip and waited for the words to come. I waited and waited, and sipped some more coffee, and waited some more.” Ruth is a novelist, writing a memoir, which isn’t going so well, and is reading the diary.
Nao is a product of globalization. Her Japanese dad got a job in Silicon Valley. This fifteen year old was raised American, but had to return to Japan after the bubble burst. She isn’t Japanese and with their new poverty she is stuck in a junior high without the skills nor the means to acquire them. Ruth who has just met a man, Oliver, lives in two places, NYC and a fishing village, Whaletown, in BC. Oliver is a naturalist and is interested in birds and the ocean flotsams.
The earthquake and tsunami event at the nuclear plant in Japan is the central event of this tale. Oliver has artifacts from the gyres created and populated by the event, so soon and so far from the event. Ruth may have the diary of a victim. Nao may be the victim. Sprinkle some religion, Zen Buddhism well you have a stressful time for time beings. Nao’s diary provides details of her family back before WWII. We learn each generation has its own version of suicide.
This novel is a good example of a reader-writer arrangement, agency. The diarist has said she is writing for the reader and Ruth is beginning to believe the diary was written for her to read. The reader is using the Internet to follow clues, to uncover more connections, while the writer is writing and leaving breadcrumbs. This agency starts with Zen moments, and then moves on to quantum mechanics, Schrödinger’s cat, Everett’s response, and Mu-Mu. The reader-writer conundrum begins to take on a chicken-egg scenario and presents an enigma involving quantum physics and the ultimate notion of being, past, present, future and multiple worlds. Where will this take them?
Down a rabbit hole, that’s where it takes us. Shape shifting, ectoplasm, shadows, superpowers are just some of the treats as we navigate our mutual internal disasters. The antidote to suicide is “to live.”
Thursday, September 5, 2013
We Need New Namesby NoViolet Bulawayo is an apt title, when the main characters are ten and eleven year olds named: Bornfree, Bastard, Chipo, Godknows, Sbho, and Stino. Chipo is eleven and pregnant. Since she became pregnant she has stopped speaking except when she recognizes the act that preceding her seeding. The narrator, Darling, “khona“ or “cabbage ears” a hated name regales us with family history which is loaded with violent deaths.
The kids wander from the slums of Paradise and the paradise of Budapest, nicknames for the communities in which these youngsters live, if this is living. “Her face has turned ugly now, like a real woman’s.”
Everything’s a game for these kids; otherwise life here would just be “kaka.” They live in a tin roofed shantytown called Paradise. From here they venture out to other communities on quests, missions, games to pass the time and rise above boring truth. “We are back in Paradise and are now trying to come up with a new game; it’s important to do this so we don’t get tired of old ones and bore ourselves to death, but then it’s also not easy because we have to argue and see if the whole thing can work. It’s Bastard’s turn to decide what the new game is about.” They play these games because they don’t want to be where they are. Their soldier games are too real, hunting bin Laden, and when they play doctor, they play doctor. Their games are reality. Vasco da Gama is a good guide.
The dialect and language are delightful and refreshing. The narrator’s aunt lives in an American city “Destroyedmichygen.” But our narrator lives in Paradise. “They say Paradiselike they will never say it again: the Papart sounding like it is something popping; letting their tongues roll a while longer when they say the ra part; letting their jaws separate as far as possible when they say the di part; and finally hissing like a bus’s wheels letting out air when they say the se part. “ Before paradise they lived in houses with all the luxuries of Budapest, then the bulldozers came. Why? And will the election bring Change as promised and hoped for?
This is a political story told from the point of view of children, the victims of politics no matter what color or what country. We are in Africa that shouldn’t be generically referred to as if it were a country. It is fifty countries. Her country is not a country chosen in the children’s “country game” game. The children’s games are inspired by the acts of adults. When they go into a white persons house for the first time they act like adults on the couple’s bed. The innocence is actually refreshing from these children being children in a horrific situation. The reenactments of events played out, witnessed by BBC reporters are too common. They learn by observing adults and many times safely hidden up a tree. They have limited knowledge of television and school prior to taking up residence in Paradise, enough to help us understand their world and their perceptions of that world as they move through Paradise, Budapest, Shanghai, and Heavenway. The theme of home is powerful throughout this novel.
“They are leaving in droves.” Our narrator has joined her Aunt Fostalina in Destroyedmichygen. Her Detroit experience is mind blowing. There is the language difference, the cultural differences, the customs that force our narrator into embarrassing situations. She is now a teenager in America with a Victoria Secrets catalogue. She is also an illegal immigrant and is the parent of her parents. One word dominates her and her fellows consciousness: JOBS. Not Steve, the working kind. More than one, too. Too many are too dangerous, too.
Future generations flash before us as the past is erased. Grandchildren don’t know the horrors the joys. Phoning home is Skyping and eye opening. “Because we will not be proper, the spirits will not come running to meet us, and so we will wait and wait and wait – forever waiting in the air like flags of unsung countries.”
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Bruno, one of my favorite characters has returned in The Resistance Man by Martin Walker. All the familiar characters and animals and byways are thrust forward into my face as pages turn. The new young basset, Balzac, to replace his last; a horse, Hector; and his women, Isabelle and Pamela are just some of the blasts from the past. And he has one of the best websitesout there. It gets complicated quickly, as we start with the natural death of a Resistance man, holding a bank note from that time and a famous bank robbery, the robbery of fine furniture and antiques of a house owned by a former M from Britain, and the brutal murder of an English antique dealer. All in one day that has Pamela return from Scotland, for good, and the return of Isabelle to over see the robbery and the securing of the Brits house.
The fun really starts when Bruno and his guests eat. Bruno is an exceptional cook. Walker does his best work in the kitchen and the garden. The history is excellent, the plot development is excellent, the dialogue is excellent, but the cooking is most excellent. The funeral, the burglary, the murder are all providing escapes from the dangerous waters in which the two women are swimming. Not to mention the homophobia that is rearing its ugly head.
Once again, Bruno is dragged back to evens of WWII that eventually have resurfaced today to create havoc and murder. History is revisited, unearthed, and shared over good meals and in good company, many who have a memory of those days and a stake in the outcomes of investigations. It is amazing how yesterday continues to influence tomorrow.
Deaths and accidents are suffocating Bruno as he tries to unravel the mysteries from his work. He’s betwixt a rock and the hard place. He of course saves the day, cause he “has the balls to do something.”
Resistance Man is a Bingo.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Harvest by Jim Crace opens with the joyous day after the harvest, the day off, the day of celebration, only to have to put out a fire in the Master’s stable. The fire is extinguished without a fatality except for Walt’s hands. Walt is the most recent addition to the Village. He is an outsider, a visitor who stayed. He married, but his wife soon died. He is a widower like Master Kent. Another visitor, Mr. Earle or Mr. Quill as the Villagers call him. Mr. Quill is so called because he wanders about the Village with a canvas and quill to record or account the property for the real heirs of the land. Master Kent married into the land and he is not blood. A third group of visitors have also appeared and are blamed for the fire. The two men are head shaven and pilloried while the older woman is head shaven and disappears.
Walt is our narrator and has slowly become “a beer and bacon man who knew the proper value of an iris bulb. It did not take any working days before I understood that the land itself, from sod to meadow, is inflexible and stern. It is impatient, in fact. It cannot wait. There’s not a season set aside for pondering and reveries. It will not hesitate or rest, it does not wish us to stand back and comment on its comeliness or devise a song for it. It has no time to listen to our song. It only asks us not to tire in our hard work.”
With the coming of the new master, Master Jordan and his evil minions. “He’ll put an end to all the sauntering. He will replace us with a nobler stock.” Sheep are his answer and he doesn’t need the Village, the people or the land as is. Things will change as Master Havoc and Lady Pandemonium rule the land now. What starts as fire will end in ash.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
The Testament of Maryby Colm Tóibín is the account of Mary after her son’s crucifixion. A first person narrative speaks of her suspicion of his friends or misfits as she called them, of Lazarus and his sister’s demands on her son, of never to use his name; just refer to as him, my son, our son, and other non-personal third person references. She speaks of the agony of the day he died and the pain he must have gone through. He wasn’t that person others bestowed such grand ideas, hopes, and accolades. She was his mother and remembered motherly things of his life, surely different from what is read in the gospels.
She reflects on the crucifixion after Lazarus goes home and Mary is told she is being watched and to be careful. When her son comes home, turns water to wine, walks on water, he tells her to leave and tries to separate himself from her. She becomes a shadow and is not welcome anywhere except at the home of Lazarus’ sisters. Mary can’t understand why people treat her as if she can perform these same miracles her son is attributed to. She is confused as he is sentenced to be crucified and wonders if there is anything to be done. She does sense a power about him, but she can’t explain it. All she knew was she had to wait to bury her son.
But she can’t, she must flee. She doesn’t believe he is the Son of God and also that this wasn’t worth it.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Return to Oakpineby Ron Carlson is all about the undefeated championship team of 1969. A member of that team now asks his son why he ran around the town to which his son replies, “ Because I’m alive, Father.”
Oakpine is coming to life again as the boys from ’69 are returning home. The old band is getting together and Jimmy has come home to die. Football is still big on Saturday. We all know what it is like when those who have been gone for so long return home.
Decades measure the time the band lasted played. A generation has been added, so that those boys of ’69 are now fathers. Saturdays are still for football and in one son’s senior year there is a battle of the bands and the son will fill in for one of the older, unable to play band members. Innocence and missed romances are renewed and reflected on. For Mason, going home was possible.
Friday, August 23, 2013
The Andalucian Friendby Alexander Söderberg is from the same stock as Ibsen, Ingmar Bergman, Wallander, and Girl with Dragon Tattoo. I remember going to a film retrospective of Swedish comedy at the Scandinavia House one summer, which isn’t comedic at all. I am a fan of Icelander Arnaldur Indridason; so I was prepared for anything with Söderberg’s debut novel.
Sophia is an enigma. She is a nurse who always seems to be smiling, happiness radiates around her, her house is different from her neighbors house because it to seems happy as if just painted, just cleaned. “that was just the way she looked, as if she had been born with a smile in her eyes.” She is certainly different from Leszek Smialy who spends his weeks off every month holed up in a hotel room, drinking day and night, waiting to get back to work for a Guzman. “He just waited for the week to be over so he could get back to work again. Leszek never understood why Guzman insisted on making him take time off.”
Lars, is a Swedish investigator, caught in a weird place as he watches the nurse, Sophia, who has gotten involved with Guzman, the son of the Swedish gang leader who is in a battle with a German gang and possession of Rotterdam. This has all been going on when Lars joins the task force and seemingly falls for Sophia. What a confused set of circumstances have ensnared us.
Add to this mix of misfits, Jens, who is a freelance arms dealer. He gets involved when his shipment of arms gets entangled in a drug shipment of Guzman’s with the German gang. Jens becomes a go between for these two gangs. He knows Sophia from the old school days. In fact they dated. Lars who is the outcast of the group of police outcasts Gunilla has assembled is collecting his own data on Sophia and his colleagues. Gunilla is the puppet master.
At some point all of this has to explode. It’s a combination of Keystone cops, Bourne, and Enemy of the State. It is very ironic that the happiest person in Sweden, the girl with smiling eyes, is being victimized by the police and by the ruthless Guzman gang, but more from the police. It has to be her good nature as a nurse, since all she has done is good, becomes the victim of these dark forces. I do recall during my visit to Sweden and especially Stockholm, even on the warmest and sunniest of spring days, when a t-shirt was too much to wear, the locals still had that eternal scowl and dark cloud hanging over their beautiful blond hair. I loved how justice and irony wove its way through this very entertaining and roller coaster debut novel.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Loyalty by Ingrid Thoft is all about family, friendship, and trust. This is Thoft’s first novel and it is brilliant. Two families are intertwined through legal entanglements that lead to revenge and murder. Both families show loyalty to each other while tearing the flesh from the other and others around them. Women are very protective of their young, which get them killed, jailed, and praised. There are good women gone bad, made bad by circumstances, and bad by nature. Then there are those women who are just good. The men in their lives, too, fit into these categories and as all these people interact a most daring and fascinating tale emerges with so many great surprises and not so great surprises.
Fina, short for Josefina, is the youngest of four, three older Ludlow brothers. She is the toughest one. They are lawyers in their dad’s firm. She is their private detective, because she couldn’t do what it takes to be a lawyer, follow rules and sit still. She is as good at her job as they are at theirs. Some might think, better. As in all families there are secrets, deep dark, horrible secrets and the Ludlows are not exempt. They are a powerful Boston family.
In contrast, there is a powerful Southern family, the Dupreys. They, too, have secrets, are depraved, and are ruthless. They are on the opposite sides of the law from the Ludlows.
When these two families interact it is like oil and water. Fina is the match that ignites the fire that scorches both families. Fina is a great fresh new character who fights for the truth no matter what. She is a hero and I hope to see more of her.
Monday, August 19, 2013
How many of us have fantasized or actually put a message in a bottle and thrown it into the ocean from the beach or a boat? There are so many scenarios of this event and the magic that is associated with this act. There are so many fun tales and stories about throwing a bottle into the ocean with a message in it that the title of this 1998 novel caught my eye. The only question left, after you have decided to throw a bottle into the water, is what would the message be? Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks provides the answer to this question and the result of carrying out the act of throwing a bottle into the ocean with a message in it.
Theresa and Garrett are two lonely people who discover each other not by chance, but by some supernatural event. Theresa lives in Boston with her son and is a columnist for a local paper. Garrett lives in Wilmington, NC. He owns and operates a dive shop there. His pregnant wife died three years earlier in a terrible car accident. He sends messages to his lost wife in bottles he throws into the ocean. Theresa finds one of these bottles, a second one is sent to her, and she discovers a third one in Yankee magazine.
Theresa tracks down Garrett and visits him without telling him about the messages in the bottles. He is still having dreams about his dead wife. They are both locked into their separate lives and living alone. There love grows to its ultimate place, but neither can budge from there places which can only have a tragic concluson as we are left with “if only.”
Friday, August 16, 2013
Southern Cross The Dogby Bill Cheng is a glimpse at the Deep South. I have heard about how dynamite was used to relieve the pressure of a river. It happened in 1927 in this novel. It changed everything for so many who survived. We have a harrowing story of the deep south of the 20’s and 40’s. It’s a tale of black and white, black lynching, white cruelness, and white and black struggles. There are so many interesting characters, intersecting over time or living a parallel life. It’s muddy and filthy and steamy in the swamps and even in the towns. Love is not love; it is rutting. It’s about beating the devil or at least hoping you reach heaven before the devil finds out you’re dead.
“How capricious this place, this world. She’d been alive and now she was dead and no flannel pouch could change that. He recognized that at any given moment, the world could turn itself on its head – all could be taken, all could be returned. One moment we are free, and alive and full of blood, and in the next we are cold. Passing into history. What are the rules?” This is Eli philosophizing. He is a black piano player who has medicinal powers he bestows on folks in the form of a flannel pouch filled with herbs and other devilment.
So much of this merry-go-round is about trying to get off and to set a new path.
Eli explains to Robert, “This is one thing I’ve learned. The one truth God has ever given to a man. And it’s that the past keeps happening to us. No matter who we are or how far we get away, it keeps happening to us.”
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
All That Is by James Salter starts with the invasion of Okinawa. That is where my dad did his service as Seabee at the end of the war. He just got in and found himself building landing fields on Okinawa, and then the war was over.
Philip Bowman survived the invasion and the war and came home a hero to his family. He went to Harvard planning to study science and changed to journalism. He wanted to work at the New York Times but settled for a small book publisher, Braden and Baum. He met Vivian Amussan, a Virginia girl raised in horse country, at a bar on St Patrick’s Day. She was with her friend who lived in NYC. Bowman and Vivian dated and married. Her dad wasn’t enthusiastic, nor was his mom. The parents were right.
Characters come and go throughout this novel. Just as he or she or they are becoming interesting, poof they disappear one way or another. Bowman certainly is a womanizer. He has passionate affairs that smolder and flame out just as passionately. He is the victimizer and the victim.
Bowman’s mother is dying and Beatrice made one of the most beautiful comments about death: “When you die, what do you think happens to you?” She answers her own question when Bowman defers. “I think that whatever you believe will happen is what happens.” What a profound truth, comment, and theory.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Wait
for the sun to rise
for the water to boil
for the bell to ring
for the light to change
for the next available operator
for the check to clear
for the time to pass
for the show to start
for her water to break
for the letter to arrive
for the doctor to see you
for the fish to bite
for the thunder 1, 2, 3…
for the other shoe to drop
for me too
for the leaves to change
for the phone to ring
for the sun to set
for the rain to stop
for your number to be called
for the ice to freeze
for the store to open
for the moon to rise
for my love to appear
for my time to come
for the crying to stop
for the moment to speak
for the ball to drop
for the story to end
for the next time
for the wine to breath
for us two
for the snow to melt
for the wood to catch fire
for the butter to melt
for the cavalry to arrive
for the end of the week
for the lights to go out.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Is Gypsy Boy On the Run by Mikey Walsh just a con? Just read the Acknowledgements section and you are left with a few questions after he acknowledges his gypsy culture, thanks all his relatives and friends and most of all claims to cherish his gypsy culture and that he is a Gypsy Man, in a book titled Gypsy Boy. Is this another Education of Little Tree or A Million Little Pieces? Okay, let’s read on.
At fifteen, Mikey escapes from his life as a Romany Gypsy with his friend Caleb. Mikey’s young life is bizarre to say the least. As a male gypsy he is expected to be a fighter, a womanizer, and a drinker. He is none of this. His older sister dresses him in dresses, until his dad discovers this. He does karaoke with his mum and sister. Even his older sister calls him a poof. He is always losing fistfights. He blames his inability to drive and do other manly things on his gayness. Oh and he is abused by his dad’s younger brother for years. He was a failure as a Gypsy Man and was constantly reminded this by his family and his clan. Then he meets Caleb.
He runs away from home with Caleb to Liverpool. They are chased. He hides in the boot, in bathrooms in pubs. There are phone calls, crying, and fights. Eventually Caleb and a friend, David, drop him in Leeds to fend for himself, to find a bed sit, a job and to wait for a month till he turns sixteen and he is free. Is this for real?
Mikey gets a place, gets a job and after he finally gets paid he goes to his first gay bar with Laura, a gay work mate. Caleb is angry that Mikey went to a gay bar. Caleb set down rules. Mikey is in the place he was running away from. He keeps going from the frying pan to the fire.
This is a fairy tale. It is make believe. It is entertaining at best, boring at worse, but a fabrication through and through. It lacks soul, passion; that’s how I know. It’s not as good as the above-mentioned hoaxes.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
I have always been intrigued and amused by the titles of educational scholarly treatises, be they articles or books. This one is no exception, Improbable Scholars, The Rebirth of a Great American School System and a Strategy for America’s Schoolsby David L. Kirp. Of course the title grabbed me for two reasons: ‘scholars is what I called my students and this is a book about the futile attempts to explain American education. His credentials don’t impress, instead they send up red flags.
I can still hear my dad, also an educator laughing so hard he teared after he asked me in 1974, why I became a teacher. I responded because I wanted to be in a job without politics. Now forty years later, I would laugh, but instead I am crying at how stupid I was, not about teaching but about the politics. Education is more political than even politics and that is sad, depressing, and why education is so troubled in this country. Get politics out of education and then we can speak about reform and about creating a very good educational policy driven by pedagogy and not politics.
This tome begins with an account of schools published in April 2012, like its many predecessors, going back To a Nation at Risk, that advocates essentially for the abandonment of public schools for Charter Schools. This is from Joel Klein and Condi Rice, two very unqualified individuals on the subject of education. Klein proved his incompetence during his tenure in NYC by constantly uprooting any plan he put into effect the very next year with another ill-advised idea. Education is like tea, it takes a little time to brew. We cannot expect to see the results they hoped for when teachers had so little time to prepare and implement the crazy ideas espoused from Tweed and then have all that change the next school year. Schools are not to be run like business, yet educational leaders have been chosen to emulate business practice, and well we know how that has worked out in business and education. Please leave education to educators not career politicians or bored businessmen and crackpots with connections.
Kirp turns his focus Union City’s George Washington Elementary School. In his Introduction he mentions business folks, politicians, journalists, school administrators, but not teachers. Education is about teachers and children, not these other buffoons. He does mention Obama’s reference to the fact we all have a teacher I our life we can point to as an important person in our lives. I’d like to think we have more than one, I do. Kirp spends too much time with the useless folks in our schools, the administrators. Get thee to the classroom, Kirp and close the door and observe, patiently.
Finally on page 18, we finally meet a third grade (one of five) teacher, Alina Bossbaly, curvy and no schoolmarm. YIKES!!! A quick Richard Elmore reference about the importance of the teacher and Kirp is back in his comfortable office of generalities and political tripe. Eventually we get into the classroom and the rituals and routines. Good! There’s a discussion of the SWBAT, students will be able to, multiple intelligence classroom structure, and an understanding of how students must take control of their own education, too. But in the end it is still compartmentalized, divided by time stamps and borders; when in fact we should be coloring outside the lines and getting out of this infernal box education keeps getting packaged in. Educators know this, but administrators don’t as they visit and want to see a schedule that is followed to the letter and time stamp for visitors who have too little knowledge about the workings of education except what they read rather than do. One important tool in education is to let teachers teach teachers by inter class visitation and team teaching. We still isolate teachers and introduce another teacher for a specific function for a limited time each day thereby interrupting any flow. We still don’t get it and Kirp is proving that point with each page we turn. As we learn last year’s class different from this year’s class. That is education in the raw not neat; it is messy and outsiders quite frankly become uncomfortable and anxious. Teaching is an art, but here the artist is interfered with unlike the teacher’s counterparts. Were we to watch painters, sculptures, cooks and others work we would be flabbergasted, but not with the teacher, we hear criticism and unwanted or unneeded advice at every turn. Let the teacher work without this constant interruption and ill-timed cacophony.
Kirp truly shows his ineptness when he speaks of the principal who now has to be an educational leader. Hello David, how do you think the name principal came to be? Let me give you a hint, the principal, back in the day, was the “principal teacher.” The problem was that bureaucratic crap was foisted onto this lead teacher’s back and educational duties were slowly chipped away. There was a time when principals actually taught a class or two. Not any more, since politicians and business leaders have brought their wares to education. So often and too often in my career I have seen great teachers become administrators and instantly forget their roots like they are subject to that much wanted light pen in Men in Black. All administrators should be issued a pair of dark glasses to protect them from the lobotomy that unfortunately happens. How often do we hear and see that tyrannical principal who continues while teachers drop like flies. Damn you Peter Senge. We continue to hear about improving schools. So where is the teacher training, the collaboration ideas and plans? Where is the voice of the teacher who knows instead of the constant drone of writers, journalists, politicians, administrators, and outsiders? Some happens here just in passing with the traditional teaching coaches (very suspect since those I encountered in NYC were unsatisfactory teachers who had to have a job, so they became coaches), and mentor teachers who do work over and above regular assignments without proper time off or even additional pay. Education is a profession where incompetency is rewarded and there isn’t meritocracy as in other professions. Those who can do more for little recompense, again unlike other professions that reward overtime and merit. Do administrators understand that when they poke their heads into a classroom just to say “Hi” in what they believe is helpful is actually very destructive to continuity, flow, and instruction? No I think not, cause they do it all the time and compliment themselves on their “hands on” and “being involved” attitude and approach. Oh and how about those constant PA announcements? YIKES!!
Kirp does get props for understanding the value of veteran teachers and speaking about a Dream team of teachers. This is what this book should be about so policy makers hear it from a voice they trust and hire. I also like the absence of Teach for America volunteers at this school. Wise move. Experience always counts more in everything, especially teaching. Joel Klein never got this in NYC which is why he is so unqualified to speak about education. And Condi Rice, haha. A most telling comment from a new teacher in a learning mode exclaims, “Now I get it.” Teaching is always about these epiphanies and schools must provide these opportunities to happen on a daily basis, but alas, they don’t. You see teaching is not a static job, it is ever changing, so the kind of evaluation outsiders attempt will not work today as it did yesterday. Constant adjustments must be made which standardized tests can’t account for.
“Good Schools = Good Politics. Oh no. Talk about an oxymoron. Good Politics? And in the same breathe with Good Schools? Where is the Pedagogy? Educational policy has to be an equal balance of good pedagogy and good politics. Why are we still associating good education only with politics? Where is the pedagogy? I know where Kirp is coming from. My biggest disappointment with Obama is his educational policy. He campaigned with Linda Darling-Hammond as his educational mouthpiece. Excellent choice, brilliant. Then he appointed Duncan over Klein. Oh my goodness, what a mistake, as we have seen. Where is the pedagogy?
Once government got it’s foot into the schoolhouse, Brown vs BOE of Topeka KA, Nation at Risk, NCLB, US Ed Reform and National Security (what a scary title) and other lesser potent reports sprinkled amongst these reports; Education has taken a nose dive. The simple answer is the inclusion of politicians and we all see very clearly what politicians can do to a finely tuned lean mean fighting machine. That some of the biggest scandals in NYC politics are school related shouldn’t be surprising, (Boss Tweed for one) and how publishers have held education at ransom with their texts and now tests makes education America’s second biggest moneymaker behind the military. Who controls the educational purse strings? Politicians, not educators.
Another well-intentioned attempt at speaking well of education, but with no real focus or direction, let alone a need. Good grad school fodder to be used for a semester than shelved alongside other attempts waiting for the next installment of more useless blabber. Oh where are the voices of Dewey, Skinner, Montessori, Freire and others?
Monday, August 5, 2013
After Shock by Andrew Vachss is a high speed ride. A former merc, Dell, hooks up with a former nurse, Dolly, with doctors without walls. They first met when she nursed him back to health in the Congo. They get back together because he wants that and helps make her dream come true, a cottage in Oregon not far from the ocean. He cashes in; she cashes in and they plan to live happily ever after. Now we know that never happens as planned.
This is a fascinating tale about the law, life, and justification. A senior, MaryLou, on her way to a bright future after completing a stellar high school softball career shoots and kills another student in school. It is not a school shooting as we have come to see in this country, it is a shooting done in a school. The dead victim is a leader of a gang of boys who gang rape young female students. This gang has operated unimpeded since 2001 because the prosecutor’s office has failed to act on the thirty-nine cases that have come to their offices. It takes Dell and Dolly to bring this to an end and to vindicate MaryLou and free the town of the stigma and to justify this righteous shooting. It’s complicated, it real, it’s engrossing, and it is very very satisfying.
Friday, August 2, 2013
What would summer be like without a new John Le Carré thriller? He doesn’t disappoint with A Delicate Truth. A man named Adam, married with a daughter and has served his country admirably for twenty years has never seen action. He is a well-travelled desk jockey. Suddenly without warning he is to become Paul Anderson, unmarried and childless and become active as directed by the minister in Gibraltar. He has no idea what is going on except he is holed up in a hotel and is pretending to be an ornithologist. Hush hush, cloak and dagger, tallyho and all that rot.
All of a sudden we are tagging along with a career diplomat name Toby who has gone from here to there and ends up as a private secretary for Quinn who has a dark past, Toby can’t seem to get a handle on. One thing is for sure, being in the corps is a dog eat dog world and who to trust is always in question. Toby has conferred with his mentor, Oakley. They speak about the minister; or rather Oakley pumps Toby for information. Oakley tells Toby to contact him immediately if anything strange comes up. Strange happens and Oakley is out of touch so Toby sets up a tape recorder to capture the clandestine weekend meeting. Eliot and Paul meet with the minister about something happening on the rock. When Toby finally gets to Oakley, Oakley denies previous meetings and Toby is flummoxed. He digitizes the tape, leaves one on his computer and tapes a backup on a thumb drive to the back of his grandparents wedding picture. Then he is transferred to Beirut from his London job. Needless to say, his girlfriend Isabel has left him. Such great intrigue and back stabbing.
Well, Paul isn’t Adam, he is Kit and married to Suzanna and is now retired and living in the country. He has a daughter, Emily, who is a doctor. It’s three years later and out of nowhere Jeb shows up. Paul’s or Adam’s or Kit’s worse nightmare. Toby reappears and after Jeb disappears, Toby is left to find him because Paul is not capable to do so. Jeb is a key witness to a government crime. Emily provides some more information and sends Toby on his merry way.
Each of the first four chapters presents a piece of the puzzle that will have to be solved in the final three chapters. Hang on this is just another beautifully twisted story by John Le Carré.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
All the Dead Yale Menby Craig Nova is about family secrets, one of which is fathers shouldn’t cheat sons. In addition keep track of the rules, too. Number one: never put someone in a position where they can say no to you; number two: if you are applying for a job, don’t ask what the employer can do for you. Explain what you can do for him. Number three: the truth is a dangerous substance. The Mackinnons are a tough lot and all Yale graduates and Harvard Law graduates. Grandpa, Pop, a lawyer, dad, Chip, a lawyer, son, Frank, a prosecutor, much to dad’s chagrin. “Harvard Law to be a prosecutor?” And Frank’s daughter, Pia.
Catherine Mackinnon, Pop’s wife, kept notebooks, which may hold the secrets, and Frank begins reading them. He learns about his grandma’s lover and the outcome, a negotiation. Frank’s best friend and colleague commits suicide while Frank is trying to talk him off the bridge. His dad died earlier that day in his arms. Frank has his wife, Alexandra, and their relationship is spot on as they discuss the day’s tragic events. This is a healthy marriage.
Fathers and sons are one type of relationship, but fathers and daughters are a whole different kind of basket of troubles, and Frank and Pia are cascading along their precarious path. We are seeing the effects of genealogy, of fate, of how the past just doesn’t stay in the past. Chip was a spook with the CIA and that fact creates paranoia in the reader as life closes in on Frank as if planned and not an accident. Is it free will or predestination? Or is it like the Greeks wrote it, which is the favorite read for Frank. Is it always just another Greek Tragedy? It seems like we are just pawns, choose a hand. Like chess, life is about choices, finesse, deceit, taking control, acting, and love.
The bear swayed from side to side. Yes, it seemed to say, we will settle this later.
Monday, July 29, 2013
As the news of the birth of George Alexander Louis is announced, I begin Susan Nussbaum’s Good Kings Bad Kings. It’s not about that kind of king though.
Yessenía Lopez, Joanne Madsen, Ricky Hernandez, Michelle Volksmann, Teddy Dobbs, Jimmie Kendrick, Mía Ovíedo are all part of a place called Illinois Learning and Life Skills Center or ILLC (ill-cee). Some work there, some live there. Some have severe handicaps, others, don’t. There is a Ken Kesey element about the place and should be working to be more like the Green House Project perhaps, but for kids. How we treat our children, especially the disabled is frightful. The fact that a man shot a child in Florida and was found guilty speaks volumes about us. The voices of these young adults bring me back to my final days of teaching in NYC. These are my former students in so many respects; it is haunting. I laugh then cry, then laugh again while wiping a tear from my cheek. It also rejuvenates an anger I used to have about the System and still have apparently. It brings back fond memories of the year a drama class of mine did a play called “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night.” The play is filled with monologues about why a young person wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat or crying or cowering in fear. My young scholars wrote their own monologues and they were brilliant and so moving, so tragic, so celebratory. The angst of these young people is so far different than Eric in The Unknowns or even our favorite angst ridden youth, Holden Caulfield or even that real problem child, Hamlet.
Nussbaum is a playwright and this “novel” is more like a play than a novel. It is like Spoon River Anthology, a collection of monologues. There are some interactions in each individual chapter, but from that speaker’s POV. There are some telling statements by each character. Joanne: “I was hit by a bus a long time ago. The No. 8 Halsted. The CTA paid me generously to apologize for hitting me. The No. 8 Halsted Street is a straight shot to work. So here I am. The air is humid with irony.” Michelle: “But the work I do is important because I’m getting people off the streets and into warm beds with three meals a day and medical help. Do you have any idea how many people are out there without medical? Or dental?” Ricky: “This is the best job I ever had. I like helping people. I like being a part of the solution.” Jimmie: “I cannot even imagine what it’ll feel like to be in my own place again. Alone. Quiet. I already know what I’m going to do the first night. I’m going to light a candle, lay back on my mattress, and relax. Just feel the peace. Breathe in and breathe out. Think about… nothing at all.” Joanne: “Kids like this are trained to stay helpless. So they have to stay institutionalized. There’s no other way to explain. It.” Joanne: “Here Teddy’s vision of the future; He wants to live in an apartment, get a job, decide where he wants to go and when he’s going to bed. Hooking Teddy up with Elaine Brown (lawyer advocate for disabled) was the only thing I’d done since I started at ILLC, and if anyone found out I did it, they’d probably fire me.” Jimmie: “Joanne always thinks it’s the System, And I agree! But the thing is – does that, like erase that people are responsible for their choices? Seems like we go back and forth about that every time we see each other. I can’t say to myself, ‘It’s the System,’ but does that mean I couldn’t do anything about anything? To change things? To me, the two things go together. You can’t change one thing without changing the other.” Ricky: “I told Joanne about Pucho. She said ‘I think the day will come when prisons will be recognized for what they are and they’ll be abolished. They’ll keep some of them around as museums, to remind people of the level of barbarity we’re capable of. I’m serious. It has to end. It has to.’” Yessenia: “Marjorie, what I’m saying is us youth come to these places on account of we got no place else to go and the least they could do is take care of us and make sure nobody gets beat up or gets raped or left in a shower by mistake and killed. And don’t send people off to the booby hatch just because they homesick and didn’t take their meds. We are teenage youth, and I mean, what do they expect?”
There was The Snake Pit, then One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, now we have Good Kings Bad Kings, which is more than worthy for the PEN/Bellwether Award for Socially Engaged Fiction. This fiction ain’t fiction and we still have so much work to do to help our children and we still don’t get it right with all our yak yak about children, education, and health. It is always about the System and because of that children suffer, corporations thrive, and politicians stumble and fall.
This is an important book.
Friday, July 26, 2013
The Unknowns by Gabriel Roth is about hacking the girlfriend problem for a high school lad in 2001. This seems to be Eric’s problem well after college, too. Eric is into computers and coding. He is a freshman in high school in Denver in 1996. He keeps a notebook about the girls, data collection. One of the girls in it steals it and uses it to humiliate Eric. Eric is more into computers, hacking, and coding. He befriends another geek, Bill. They spend time in the basement of the school writing software. Then we jump in time to the future after college in San Francisco where Eric started his own computer software company and he is still awkward with the ladies, until he meets Maya, a reporter.
Eric doesn’t matures as he should as the book progresses through his two segments of life, high school in Denver and a professional life in SF. Sexually he seems to remain the same insecure, self indulgent, over concerned person. His relationships are bizarre especially as he negotiates and navigates this realm. Parent child relationships are also strange and convoluted in his life and in Maya’s. Roth is too interested in shock rather than truly developing better characters. I think he missed the boat on a good area he should have pursued, False Memory Syndrome. Had this been introduced earlier and expanded and explored more, I think he could have had a better story. He wallows in too much geekness, which was fun, but left other areas of intrigue unexplored.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
One of my favorite pubs in the whole world is the Dirty Duck or The Black Swan. This is so good it has two names. It is located upon the Avon in Stratford-upon-Avon, the home and resting place of William Shakespeare. I have spent much time there studying the bard one summer and others visiting to view some of his more remarkable plays in the various theaters situated around town. I’ve spent many lovely evenings in the Dirty Duck eating and drinking while rubbing shoulders with the many actors who come to Stratford to engage in their craft. So imagine my surprise when I picked up Chris Knopf’s Black Swan at the local library. Sam Acquillo and Amanda are caught in a freak storm off Eastern end of Long Island in a sailboat, Carpe Mañana; they have sailed down from Maine for their very rich friend Burton Lewis. The storm drives them into the harbor on Fishers Island, which is closed for the season, as this is October, and an unfriendly dock master greets them. Eventually they make their way to a berth behind the old hotel for off islanders named the Black Swan, which is newly bought by a recently retired man, Christian Fey, who has brought along his daughter, Anika, and son, Axel. Sam and Amanda stay on the boat as they wait for the parts to repair the helm, which broke in the storm and to wait out the storms that will be coming in the next week. Interaction with the family is inevitable.
The Black Swan slowly fills with a former partner, Derrick, his wife, Del Ray, and a driver/goon, Bernard ‘t Hooft. Another couple from the company arrive, Grace and Myron. Myron is discovered hanging in the shower by Grace. Sam and the local state trooper take over what Sam deems is a murder and not suicide for obvious reasons concerning the tension of the rope used. Another storm is on the way. Sort of reminds me of the movie Key Largo. With the help of the Southampton police and the Internet, Sam is slowly being found out about his skills. The connections between Sam and Christian and his company are over a piece of software, N-Spock, which Christian developed and Sam used in his engineering days. Sam used version 2.5, now they were up to version 5.0, which seems to be the problem. 5.0 hasn’t been released and seems to be in trouble, which may be the reason for Myron’s death, perhaps state trooper Poole’s beating and evacuation from the island by the Coast Guard, and Axel disappearance. Sam is alone waiting for reinforcements as the storm builds in ferocity. Back on board to wait the storm out, it’s time for vodka.
Sam has Amanda take the sailboat away from danger and hide out n a little cove he knows about while he stays at the Black Swan and use his cop/friend’s advice to investigate the missing of Axel and wait for the state troopers to finally appear. It’s all about code, programming, and genius. Synesthesia is the key, a beautiful painting holds the answer.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Easy Rawlins is alive and recovering in Walter Mosley’s Little Green. Easy has had an accident, almost died; in fact he has dreamed he has died. He is recovering in the home of his foster children’s home now and the man who saved him, Raymond, has asked Easy to help him. Easy passes out once again after answering yes. He has been laid up for two months, yikes. It’s the late sixties in LA amidst all the racial tensions.
Mosley is having fun with us as he takes us back to the 60’s in LA after the riots and during the hippie movement. It is like an acid trip with Alice in Wonderland type of characters, actions, and scenes. It is a racially charged time filled with drugs and fast women. There is “Rockford Files” kind of feeling to the story. Easy finds the young man and he comes with a sack full of money, a beaten body, and a memory lost in an acid trip. Classic music is sprinkled liberally throughout the story as Easy moves from crash pads to day rate motels to drug hideouts to his own home that has been taken over by a squatter when everyone thought Easy was dead since that accident two months ago. Mosley does not make the 60’s romantic nor a place you would want to have been especially since easy is black and from his perspective life ain’t easy in LA after Watts.
This is a very timely book by Mosley. In the wake of Treyvon Martin and President Obama’s words about growing up in America as an African-American still have its challenges. Mosley has sprinkled throughout this wonderful novel, scenes where the recovering Easy is harassed by cops and is defended by white citizens. Certainly an important theme of this novel is racism as seen in the late 60’s and written in 2013. Not enough has changed in that time and Mosley is reminding us of this horrible fact, even when we have an African-American president.
At one point Easy thinks, “I was a black man in a white world where black men were hated – and worse, feared. Keith Handel, for all his shortcomings, was white. He was dead and I had survived. Where I came from that was a crime in itself.” Still is, just ask Treyvon Martin, especially if he had survived and Zimmerman hadn’t.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Today was the penultimate day of the Tour de France. I wish I had kept track of how many times I heard this word used today on the broadcast. Even before today, the penultimate day, it was used at the beginning of the penultimate climb of the day in a multi mountain climb day. In building up to the penultimate day, the broadcasters spoke of how the penultimate day would decide so many positions in all of the races except the green jersey.The penultimate day didn't disappoint as so many positions changed and were set for the final ride into Paris tomorrow, following a thrilling penultimate day in the Alps. More exciting than the traditional time trials we have seen on the penultimate day in the Tour de France. I hope the race directors, having seen the excitement of this penultimate day continue to make the penultimate day an exciting HC mountain top finish as we saw today on the penultimate day of the Tour.
My days will now change radically after three glorious weeks of watching the Tour this year. My days began with short 40 mile rides so I could get back to watch the Tour as well as avoid the scorching heat we have been getting. It took me two and one half months to ride 2000 miles while the riders of the Tour did it in three weeks. I've not been reading as much as I'd like, although I have been able to get to the beach at the end of each day for a swim or two and dinner on the beach.
I will now have to wait till next year's Tour to hear 'penultimate' used so often.
Au revoir 'penultimate.'
My days will now change radically after three glorious weeks of watching the Tour this year. My days began with short 40 mile rides so I could get back to watch the Tour as well as avoid the scorching heat we have been getting. It took me two and one half months to ride 2000 miles while the riders of the Tour did it in three weeks. I've not been reading as much as I'd like, although I have been able to get to the beach at the end of each day for a swim or two and dinner on the beach.
I will now have to wait till next year's Tour to hear 'penultimate' used so often.
Au revoir 'penultimate.'
Friday, July 19, 2013
Frances and Bernardby Carlene Bauer is about letter writing. Two writers who spent the summer of 1957 in a writer’s colony start up a love affair through letter writing. Their chemistry begins because they are writers and each found the other based on their writing and appreciated the skills of the other. The entire novel is a collection of letters between Frances and Bernard and their friends, Claire and Ted, who serve as sounding boards for the affair.
The early letters are filled with questions of the other, as they sound the waters and get to know each other, to learn of the other. Long letters tell of how they got religion. Religion is important to them. Talk of books, authors, people, but mostly about their religious past and acquisition. I’m reminded about just how formal letter writing was before computers. A real art form: penmanship, correct grammar usage, and delightful stories as anecdotes to points being made.
I find them a bit boorish. They intellectualize everything too much. They seem above and better than everyone. As they speak of family, friends, and colleagues, they, especially Francis, is almost off putting. I’m anticipating some comeuppance. I was shocked, and had to double check when I saw her use “Their” when she should have used “They’re.” (page 53) He closes with more affectionate terms like “Love” besides the safe “Yours” which is how Francis closes her missives.
Two writers, one a poet, Bernard, the other a novelist writing about each other’s work. Bernard is the better critic, as he is so encouraging of Francis, who seems to have such trouble publishing; while Bernard easily publishes and Frances is so much more critical. An interesting relationship. Bernard is the romantic here. He has a manic attack and is in a hospital for a while and then released to his parents. He moves to NYC where Francis lives and they get closer. God has become the center of their lives.
Bernard is a teacher and Francis takes it up with this reflection: “But I have to say, teaching is, and I can’t quite believe this, something I enjoy. It is a losing battle, but unlike the losing battle of tending to my father and his illness, I can see just enough enlightenment in their eyes to make me want to show up to the next class. Of course, I like being in charge and being paid for it.” Bernard and Francis are going in different directions as unrequited love is driving them apart in an ugly way with disastrous results.
This tale does remind me of some of my past and I hope some of those women I knew find this book.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sam Acquillo’s lawyer is Jackie Swaitkowski, who is the main character in her own novel, Bad Birdby Chris Knopf. Jackie was having dinner with Sam one night when a car exploded in front of the restaurant they were in and five people were killed while Jackie received serious wounds and required plastic surgery. Now a plane falls out of the sky and nearly hits her.
Jackie is the kind of girl who just can’t help herself. She is nosy and a busy body. She immerses herself into the situation by becoming the lawyer to the husband, Ed Conklin, of the lady who dies in the plane crash. Why? Because the woman looked at her from the plane and Jackie doesn’t sense this was an accident. Of course the husband, the plane mechanic will be suspected.
Of course it gets more complicated and involves a long lost brother, a crime committed in the past, the wrong person convicted, a sex change, and the mix of usual suspects in a Chris Knopf caper. This is a good quick rainy day read filled with fun surprises, twists, and turns.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Some familiar themes and locales merge in TC Boyle’s San Miguel. A sickly woman, Marantha, retreats to an isolated island, San Miguel, off California coast with her husband, Will; her daughter, Edith, and help, Ida, the daughter of poor Irish immigrants newly arrived in SF for the gold rush for her health. It is 1888. They now own an abandoned sheep farm, which includes a house and sheep. It is a new start for her until she sees the shape of the house and wonders if she made the right decision to spend her last ten thousand dollars on this. So much of this is so familiar in a Boyle novel. When he invents a word, he parenthetically defines it. He is a master storyteller with dry wit and a master’s sense of dramatic timing.
Little adventures fill the first couple of weeks. Adventures all city dwellers experience as they transition to rural rustic farm life especially when isolated on an island, your island. Repairs to buildings, fixing up the house, and exploring the island are the activities. Hearing the barking seals, the bleating sheep (4000 of them), and listening to the night creatures in and around the house complete the acceptance of their new life. Edith is beginning a dance with Jimmie, the little 15-year-old farm hand.
As is usual in a Boyle novel we slowly descend into a place of despair and this happens after the shearers leave. The big build up and wait, the rain, the leaks all give way to the sun and excitement when the shearers finally arrive. Then they leave and it all spirals downward like the water in a toilet. Edith’s mother dies, Ida, pregnant, goes back to her mom. Edith and her stepfather return to the island after she thought she had a life that began at a boarding school in SF. But that all changed and she found herself back o the island with her waiting Caliban. No escape, no choice, no control. She persists and gets away with Bob the sealer. She becomes Inez Deane an actress.
Turn the page and we find ourselves in 1930 with Elise and her new husband Herbie moving into the new house on San Miguel as Jimmie greets them. Will and Jimmie built the new house. Jimmie is the link between the past and the present, the constant, the heartbeat of San Miguel, the last man standing.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
A messenger from his old employer, George Donovan, CEO of Consolidated Global Energies, visits Sam in the middle of the night at his home in Hard Stop by Chris Knopf. The reason for the visit is to get something on Sam so Sam would do something for Donovan, find his missing girlfriend, Iku Kinjo. Donovan is married and not to Iku. Donovan has a slight problem and needs Sam to extricate him quietly. Sam left Con Global under certain conditions and a cloud so the nighttime visit was necessary for leverage against Sam. Sam upset that applecart.
It is quite the rollercoaster ride for Sam as he is in chase and search mode while constantly looking over his shoulder and collecting firearms along the way. His search for Iku ends when he finds her dead at her boyfriend’s house. He is becoming a regular at Southampton Police HQ; in fact a new wing may be named in his honor.
He spends more quality time with his daughter. He reflects on some of the good memories of his dad. Sam is lightening up and is even getting in fewer fights. He always stayed away from the past, but the past reached out and yanked hi back in. He had one way the extricate himself from its grasp and that was to solve the murder of Iku.
Sam spends more time in this story self examining than in his previous here adventures.
Monday, July 8, 2013
“A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.” Kafka.
The Unchangeable Spots of Leopards by Kristopher Jansma is a magical journey about writers. Our narrator is the son of a flight attendant who is left at Terminal B each day as his mom flies the skies and walks around the country serving nuts. His social skills get him to debutantes, college, and so much more. He becomes a writer cause he tells such good stories and better lies.
This is an interesting tale of two men, one gay, Julian, and a woman, Evelyn, involved with the narrator off and on while she is wooed by more moneyed and titled men. The two men are intellectual heavyweights and always devour Evelyn’s wooers.
Stories within stories are a feature of this novel as it meanders in and around the creative juices of our two writers, the narrator and Julian. We have the truth, then we have lies, then we have fiction, which is made up of both truth and lies. Truth is more elusive than the lie. The lie is easier to recognize than the truth. We know lies, but we don’t know truths. Or do we? Our lives are made up of lies and truths and the dividing lines are always blurry. The Great Imposter, Walter Mitty, and others of similar ilk are our gods. We are even told when young to aspire to greatness. It’s the lies that help us continue when those aspirations aren’t achieved or are altered. The truth is in the lies we tell and believe. It starts out this way everyday, “Good Morning, How are you?” “Fine,” is usually the lying response. We lie for convenience cause the truth is boring or not quite known.
Our narrator is filled with literary allusions. Throughout, he takes on different personas from lit and then moves on. The quotes preceding each chapter are a heads up to the persona. Tis a jolly rollercoaster ride. The fiction of a very old man is the best since it is based on so much memory and history and examples. Don’t forget about our doppelgänger. The race to find his writerly self, our narrator circumnavigates the world through Asia, Africa, Iceland, and so on and so forth. There is even a great discussion about the “Tower of Peace.” Bravo. The narrator gets lost in Iceland, like everyone does, and in his search discovers that the isle has 300,000 inhabitants that produce 1000 new novels each year. Very prolific.
Novels within novels.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Odds Against Tomorrowby Nathaniel West is all about what happened to Mitchell Zukor after college. After living through a disaster in Seattle, Mitchell is predicting what the future will cost the corporation housed in the Empire State Building if a disaster strikes that building. Disasters cripple corporations and a new mind think has to be developed that saves corporations from liability.
Mitchell is working in and living in a world of fear, FutureWorld, a new industry in nightmare analysis. That is he represents a company that thrives on the fear of others to make money. He is back in contact with a young woman, Elsa, from his college days and whom he saved from dying from a rare disease, Brugada. She is now on a farm in Maine while he is in NYC. They are exchanging mail, since she has no other means of communicating from remote Maine. “Elsa was like an alien who beamed into his office once or twice a week with bulletins from a planet in some distant solar system where laws of gravity didn’t exist. Down was up, dark was light, and no one was afraid of anything. She lived suspended in a permanent condition of hopeful, childlike, brainless bliss.” His job reminds me of a Bosch painting, anyone of them.
A new hire Jane. She has Mitchell’s skills and is a great candidate to be the company’s Cassandra. “FutureWorld,” said Mitchell. “It’s a matter of death and death.” “FutureWorld,” said Jane. “Every silver lining has a cloud.” Just on schedule a “terrorist” storm hits NYC and Mitchell and company hit it big or do they? Tammy was a deluge and when it was over, he as sternman and she as bowwoman paddled the Psycho canoe artwork up Third Avenue to Bennett Park. I’ve always dreamt of something bizarre like this when I lived in NYC. I always had my survival stuff, camping gear, and provisions ready for the worst.
Reading this book during a few very hot and humid days in an air-conditioned house made me a believer in what Mitchell sold. Then it rained, it pored.I loved this book because I've always lived my life with this catastrophe around the corner on my mind and as part of my life. I'm prepared.
Now it’s time to reread Cormac’s The Road.
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