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year in review, part II

Additions, remarks, and odd things I learned this year:

Harvey Milk was essentially an old-style ethnic politician, just with sexual orientation as his organizing principle. Loved the film, but what Milk skimps on is how much hardball Harvey could and did play--there were a lot of gay dollars around SF in the 70s, and he knew what to do with them to win political representation, union jobs, and a seat or two at the table. He also was a Goldwater Republican who in some ways never really changed his political colors. (Randy Shilts, The Mayor of Castro Street)

Max Allan Collins gets to write too many novels for Hard Case Crime. I like pulp as much as the next person, I really believe that, but he writes the same damn thing every time. Almost exactly. I think this is taking the whole verisimilitude bit too far.

Gloria Steinem took CIA money as a student activist in the 50s, as did Richard Wright and Nina Simone. A bunch of former Communists put on the payroll, though, were pretty unsatisfactory employees, as they took the agency's money and continued on a campaign of factionalism and plunder of anyone who did not share their exact strain of beliefs. (Hugh Wilford, The Mighty Wurlitzer)

being a 19th-century criminal was really not fun: talk about nasty, brutish, and short. And once you talked to the cops, you were pretty much dead meat on the street. And the prisons were even worse. (Gilfoyle, A Pickpocket's Tale) Also, running a gang is hard, particularly as regards the question of punishment and deterrence--how hard do you discipline people? when do you need to lay down the law, and when can you outsource? when do you just let things go? (Venkatesh, Gang Leader for a Day)

Jacob Riis pretty much invented the multimedia presentation, touring with his photos of NYC slums in the 1890s, and made a pretty good career of it as well (Yochelson and Czitrom, Rediscovering Jacob Riis)

Thomas Jefferson was attacked as a dangerous atheist, and John Adams as a religious fundamentalist who would turn the US into a theocracy in the election of 1800 (Larson, A Magnificent Catastrophe)

you can tell how hard farm people in the 30s worked by their recipes, which all seem to call for massive amounts of soaking and cooking in cream. Either that, or they were all really fat and this has been excised from photos (Kalish, Little Heathens)

intellectual stunt-journalism books are harder to pull off than it looks: Jacobs' The Know-It-All, where he reads the entire Encyclopedia Britannica, is funny most of the way through, but can someone with a Brown BA really be as ignorant as Jacobs sometimes shows himself to be?or is that part of the shtick? Shea's Reading the OED, where he, well, reads the entire OED, is basically a bunch of odd words with a few pages of OK rumination dressing them up. He sounds like a nice guy, but it's a thin book. Honestly, Ken Jennings' autobiography/apologia/trivia-nerd defense, Brainiac, which is far better than it has any right to be, remains the cream of the crop for me.

you can draw some interesting homologies between dominant modes of social experience and sports--football, with all of its regimentation and military lingo, was of particular cultural centrality in the 60s and 70s, when those experiences had formed a central part of the lives of many Americans (Mandelbaum, The Meaning of Sports)

people were making waterboarding jokes, in a satirical context, 100 years ago, given that the tactic was being used in the Philippines--and thus it must have resided at least somewhere in the collective consciousness. What happened in the interim? (Crosby, Captain Jinks, Hero: from the NYT review, Aug. 30, 1902: "A good American sitting among his broken idols and ruefully rubbing the welts and bruises his patriotism receives from the bastinado which Mr. Ernest Crosby wields in Captain Jinks, Hero, may, nevertheless, find balm in the thought that he wrote it in six weeks -- as his publisher announces.")

the Inquisition pretty much invented every tactic of spy agencies and tribunals, including agents provocateurs, going after financial assets, forcing accused people to denounce others to survive, and using secret evidence (Kirsch, The Grand Inquisitor's Manual)

someone could make a great movie about Venice Beach around 1980-81, when steroids were making their way into bodybuilding culture with what can only be called great bursts of energy. The whole revolution of everyone and everything around Arnold, and the shady dudes prescribing everywhere the informed eye knew to look, would be one of the cooler and mostly unexplored subcultures to put on the screen (Assael, Steroid Nation; see also the excellent documentary Bigger, Stronger, Faster*)

Abraham Lincoln came into office with no knowledge of military affairs, so, in order to prevent his generals from steamrolling him, he gave himself a crash course in military history. George McClellan, who had graduated from West Point at 20 ranked #2 in the class (the famous class of '46 that also included Stonewall Jackson, Pickett, and 20 other Civil War generals), had had so many experiences of early success that all he would do was sit around and whine about how Lincoln never gave him enough troops. Reason #50 why Lincoln rocks. (McPherson, Tried by War) When McClellan ran as a Peace Democrat in 1864, he was actually more pro-war than some in his party, who were openly rooting for a Confederate victory; there were significant disturbances and attacks on military recruiters in places like Ohio (home of exiled congressman Clement Vallandingham), which does at least make me both defend and worry about the kinds of civil-liberties measures Lincoln chose to win the war (Weber, Copperheads)

it's far too easy to buy your way into college. When I read about, say, the Olsen twins or whoever going to NYU, I thought, well, maybe they're actually smart. Or maybe not, since there are all sorts of loopholes to let dumb children of the rich and powerful, or famous people with no particular academic distinction, into prestigious schools, no matter how horrid their academic records. This has been going on overtly for most of the century, and semi-covertly for the past 15 years. Duke has more or less leaped two levels in reputation over the past 30 years on the backs of such development admits (Golden, The Price of Admission; Karabel, The Chosen)

it is not so dangerous to attend soccer matches in England now, partly because you can't buy tickets to matches unless you have a previous history of ticket-buying. Also, there are lots of police stationed everywhere, and a lot of the louts have been priced out. (Culpepper, Bloody Confused!)

January 07, 2009 in Africa, Books, history, Jewish stuff, Journalism, lit, Music, mysteries, Shakespeare geek, stats, the fitba, US, What I'm Reading Now, WWII | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

year in review 2007

OK, been a while, but I've been working and stuff. Four classes=more than twice as much work as two.

My apologies. Will get back on the horse in the new year. Didn't make any resolutions on 12/31, but writing some more is a good one. Other than that: be a good dad and husband and son and brother, love people, take care of things, like that. My sister-in-law is vowing to run another marathon, which would make 2 for her, and one of my friends from college did so, too. She said it was mostly a matter of mental discipline. Those always sound exciting--well, not exciting, but improving, and nice to be done with--in the abstract, but you can't read while running a marathon, which sucks. Someone should change that. In the interim, will probably stick with the gym.

So:

minutes exercised: 22,845. I have reached and passed the compulsive goal of an hour a day. This works out to 62.6 minutes per day, which does show a nicely insane level of self-improvement, or compulsiveness, or both, which I suppose I already knew. Dunno if I can go for 24,000 this year, which would require an additional 1115 minutes over the course of the year, a piddling 3 min./day, give or take. Hmm.

books read: 222. Disappointing. Down 2.3% from last year, and down a distressing 14% from two years ago. On the other hand, Isaac is doing a lot more than he was 2 years ago and is more fun to hang around, so not a huge loss. Should probably read more short mysteries if I just want to get the numbers up for the sake of...nothing, really. Did re-subscribe to the extremely excellent Hard Case neo-pulp novels, which I reviewed (fairly decent in retrospect; not the best job ever, but a review that got at what was good and limited about the endeavor) a while ago and which are great fun.

So, favorite fiction:

Spiotta, Eat the Document
Mengestu, The Beautiful Things that Heaven Bears
Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union
Fforde, The Fourth Bear
Shapiro, The Cross and Other Jewish Stories
Horn, In the Image
Bolano, The Savage Detectives; Distant Star
Diaz, Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Ferris, Then We Came to the End
Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist

Non-fiction:

Millard, The River of Doubt
Stewart, The Places in Between
Trynin, Everything I'm Cracked Up to Be
Packer, The Assassins' Gate
Holland, Persian Fire
Gorenberg, The Accidental Empire
Roberts & Klibanoff, The Race Beat
Mackintosh-Smith, The Hall of a Thousand Columns
Bissell, The Father of All Things
Hafner, Defying Hitler
Cohn, Tricksta
Weiner, Legacy of Ashes
Thubron, Shadow of the Silk Road
Roberts, A Sense of the World
Jenkins, The Real All-Americans
Sheffield, Love is a Mix Tape
Saviano, Gomorrah

More comments and thoughts to come.

Some questions and remarks from the year:

1. We had a long, looong flight back here from NY. Plane delayed 3.5 hours at JFK. We were in the international terminal, but even there the cultural options are sadly limited. And their papaya, the existence of which at an airport terminal is awe-inspiring, is sadly just not as good as it is at the original on 86th. (The lower west side one--dunno what the 'hood is called at 14th/7th--is about the same.) Attempting, mostly unsuccessfully, to induce Isaac to sleep, watched a lot of TV. Reality shows all over the place, including one where they were competing to be made into models. Made me wonder if the pervasiveness of reality programs has made people somehow more interesting, in that many of us now conceive of ourselves as characters and need to have a storehouse of remarks for, not any situation, but the limited number in which reality TV deals. Or has it made people more narcissistic, since they now conceive of the self as a product competing for mental and visual shelf space in the marketplace of people? Discuss.

2. Was conversing with Dan about how ESPN didn't do a lot of journalism and how they were trying to make their interviews more interesting. Then watched some footage of this enlightening exchange with Clinton Portis:

interviewer: Clinton, four weeks ago, this team was down and out. Now you're in the playoffs. What happened in between?
Portis: The team came together, man. We came together as a team.

Dan agreed that this was excellent interviewing. While you're here, read his piece about why the Red Sox victory this year was sort of unsatisfying, or not unsatisfying, but not particularly satisfying. OK, stupid website doesn't seem to let you search by name. When it does, you get 28,400 results. D'oh. Will check with him and get some pieces linked.

3. I was thinking about Being John Malkovich. Literally, the idea came to me: I wouldn't want to be inside his head, or rather I have no particular interest in being there as opposed to in my own, which most days is a sufficiently weird place to be. I would rather operate someone's body for a while, or maybe just sort of take it out for a spin, since I assume I couldn't steer something that fast or powerful for that long. So let's assume that you can operate said body as well as its possessor. On that assumption, I would happily spend my 10 minutes being LeBron James. Maybe it's a common white-guy fantasy, to want to dunk and jump that high, but so be it. Will ask my students their thoughts. Yours?

4. Lawrence Weschler (read some of the entries from the convergences contest) came to talk at UHS. Pretty much satisfied my entire purpose in getting the public-programs job. Wrote a nice inscription in my old North Point edition of Boggs' Bills, Shapinsky's Karma. And he was friendly and hung around to talk with kids and autograph copies of his book, plus a napkin for the Canters' mom when I sold out of copies. Peter Cole also was in town and came by. Student turnout disappointing. But got him to autograph a copy of his book for my parents, and he read the poems (his translations of Jewish poetry from Muslim Spain) wonderfully. Jason Roberts came. Kid turnout horrendous. He was super-nice about it, which was exceedingly generous of him. Have worked on the promo angle since then, but bribes seem to work best, which is a little sad.

5.  I spent far too much time watching  YouTube, egged on by several current or former students. You know who you are. Some of my faves: the psychic caterpillar Thai tea ad; the Syndicate of Sound lip-syncing "Hey Little Girl"; a BBC hoax about the Swiss spaghetti harvest--really the only useful thing gleaned from a dumb book on This is Spinal Tap; an excellent Franco song--though you can see his stage show here; Beny More performing; far too many ultimate-frisbee videos, including the so-called "greatest," a play that is, admittedly, hella impressive (here and here), and this whole sequence of original, parody, and then reference to the original (there's probably a boring cult-studies journal article to be made from this, though not by me); Flight of the Conchords doing "Business Time" (or here, live in concert) and their, um, rap song. (Must be the only rap ever containing the word "perchance," which is the point and is alone a signal of genius.) What bugs me is reading the comments on so many posts: sent a student a link to Triumph of the Will so she could understand fascism, and fully half the comments are Holocaust deniers. Ecch. Search 9/11 and you get pages of nutty nuts explaining their nuttiness, nuttily. With indisputable video evidence, naturally. I wonder what the consequences of this will be for future students, though mine assure me that, due to the combination of mass audiences and anonymity, "everyone knows" YouTube comments are insane, or the work of sociopathic twelve-year-olds, or both.

6. I taught a class on Jewish history through literature. Major point of the class for the students, or at least a vocal segment of them, was that Jews should have guns. More Jews should have guns. And more of them. Not sure how I feel about that as the outcome, though I suppose I should have expected it, given the way I designed things. Also decided Isaac Babel and Primo Levi really are that good; thanks to Ben Z. for expanding my brain with his paper on Levi.

7. My cable provider lets you watch music on demand. Watched far too many metal videos while making the bed. Man, they really work those double-bass pedals. Not enough videos where people dress as monsters, since they have the same two GWAR vids and none by Lordi. Are there other monster bands out there? Also watched some Led Zeppelin shows. In the 1969 show, Jimmy Page is wearing Levis and an argyle sweater-vest. There are at least two guys in the front row wearing jackets and ties. In 1969. At a Led Zeppelin show. The mind reels. (Speaking of which, in this one from '69 there are two moms with babies visible in the audience!) By the 1973 show, the universe is righted again: there's a groin-cam focused on Robert Plant's lemon, which looks ready to let its juice run down his leg, and Page is wearing an open shirt and his Mystical Wizard pants. Had me worried for a second there.

January 05, 2008 in Books, history, Jewish stuff, Journalism, lit, Music, mysteries, Shakespeare geek, stats, What I'm Reading Now | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

Rosenbaum, The Shakespeare Wars

What can I say, I read all the Shakespeare books, or at least all except the crazy Earl-of-Oxford ones. And I love Ron Rosenbaum. So here we go. This is his excursion through the current state of Shakespeare studies, including the original-language movement (why not read the texts exactly as he spelled them? it apparently can open up more meanings), the struggle over this mysterious sonnet ascribed to WS by computer-sleuth Don Foster (Rosenbaum dances on his reputation's grave), questions about how many versions of the plays there really were (one Lear that he revised? an earlier version that he rewrote?) and some dramatizations, particularly Peter Brook's life-changing Midsummer Night's Dream in 1970. What I love about Rosenbaum is his intellectual seriousness and commitment; he's a devoted and even fanatical journalist-of-ideas (how else could he get so pissed off about Foster's ascribing the funeral elegy to WS?) who takes academic work seriously. Aside from a passing, and fully deserved, slap at impenetrable prose, what really bugs him about New Historicist domination of Shakespeare studies is that it's so anti-pleasure--everything is a mask for continued political oppression. RR is a big pleasure guy; for him, it's all about the rapture of language, meaning, and reading. Even if not all of his conclusions seem always, fully valid, Rosenbaum is a model of engagement and love of literature, truly, madly, deeply. Hard to beat that.

October 31, 2006 in Journalism, lit, Shakespeare geek, What I'm Reading Now | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

Shapiro, A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599

Sane and reasonable, and actually kind of fun if you're a semipro Shakespeare geek, as I am. (Still have Marjorie Garber's 1000-page survey of all of his plays on the shelf, too. Maybe next year.) This locates WS in the context of a career turning point and political turmoil: Essex was off to try to subdue Ireland in a weird no-win political situation, Elizabeth's reign was clearly nearing its end without much sign of who would succeed her, or how, there were fears of a non-existent Spanish invasion (the so-called "invisible armada"), and there was the usual censorship and book-burning. Plus the Globe went up, WS wrote Henry V, As You Like It, Julius Caesar, and Hamlet--all of which, Shapiro points out, comment on one another and  reference current events--and discovered a new kind of interiority that he could dramatize with soliloquies rather than clashing characters. (Shapiro's point is that WS drew on and illuminated his time as much as he transcended it: He draws persuasive connections between the war mood that gripped London that summer, when it was tormented by repeated rumors of Spanish landings, and the soldiers' nervousness at the beginning of Hamlet, for instance, without wrenching the play into some sort of coded commentary/deconstruction of Elizabethan power dynamics.) Plus it turns out that Elizabeth, even though she was 67, wore belly shirts: a French diplomat noted that "she had a petticoat of white damask, girdled and open in the front, as was also her chemise, in such a manner that she often opened this dress and one could see all her belly, and even to her navel....When she raises her head she has a trick of putting both hands on her gown and opening it insomuch as all her belly can be seen." Worth the price of admission right there.

December 24, 2005 in history, Shakespeare geek | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Contradictions

In a Whitmanian celebration of containing multitudes, I am going to use part of my Border's gift certificate today to purchase--after I've finished grading papers, which should take another 2 hours--both Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and Frank Kermode's new Modern Library study of Shakespeare and his times. I wonder if I will be the only person in America to purchase both at once. I could also add the new White Stripes album, but I bet at least some people who bought GTA also bought the album.

Weirdly, a Google search for "Grand Theft" and "Frank Kermode" brings up this teaser from a London Review of Books article, which doesn't actually mention them both. That would be really weird.

***
Foiled: I need a DVD-ROM to play the game. Noticed after I brought it home and opened it.
New computer? External DVD drive?
New computer.

Kermode book is pretty good, though--about halfway through, and he's already suggested, nicely, that the Shakespeare-as-secret-Catholic argument is pretty weak, and more interestingly, that from historical evidence, it seems that the plays were hardly seen as politically dangerous, which tends to undermine large swaths of the new historicist argument.

I really wish I could play GTA, though.

June 08, 2005 in Books, lit, mysteries, Shakespeare geek, stats, What I'm Reading Now | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Greenblatt, Will in the World

A really interesting book. Some of the reviews I've read have seemed overliteral to me (eg Colm Toibin's in the NYTBR), pointing out that a lot of what he's doing is speculation: assuming that, say, future Jesuit saint Edmund Campion was in a certain place in England at a certain time, he might well have stayed with a family Shakespeare knew, and maybe WS spent a night there. And maybe he met Campion and they talked. Well, that is a lot of maybes. But the real point seems to me to show both what we do know about Shakespeare--about which Greenblatt is quite scrupulous--and to further extol his genius by showing how adroitly he took commonplace experiences and feelings and reworked them into something astounding. The point, as I take it, is not that A led to B, but rather that A might well have furnished some raw material for a version of B. For instance, there's a neat little discussion of WS's glove and leather metaphors throughout his work, which Greenblatt points out, reflect no little acquaintance with the differing qualities of leather available to people and their corresponding social significance. One of his best sections is a discussion of the father/son bond, both in real life (in which John Shakespeare appears to have suffered a significant reversal of finances and fortunes when WS was about 11) and in his work, particularly in the Falstaff/Prince Hal exchanges in the Henrys. He then adds to this by pointing to the circle of university-educated wits who dominated London playwriting circles when WS moved to London; one of them, a fat, whoring, bibulous high-liver named Robert Greene, penned a nasty disparagement of Shakespeare on his deathbed, and then turned up later on as another source for Sir John. I found it stimulating, humane, and generally persuasive, with only a little of the too-clever interpretive prestidigitation that new historicism can sometimes strain itself to pull off.

October 04, 2004 in history, lit, Shakespeare geek, What I'm Reading Now | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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