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An absorbing account of the mind of a man. This is not a book of action but rather one of contemplation, as Frederick Douglass maps the deepening of h
An absorbing account of the mind of a man. This is not a book of action but rather one of contemplation, as Frederick Douglass maps the deepening of his perspective throughout his life as a slave, and a little of his life as a free man. The reader is provided multiple examples of the psychotic brutality of slavery, of course. But the book's underlying goal - outside of chronicling the key pivot points in a man's life while on his path to freedom - is to illustrate how it feels to have your life controlled not just by a system, but by fellow humans who do their best to see you as less than. This is all too relatable - to anyone, in any time period. Douglass understands the ways that a person can rationalize their immorality and how a desire to control others is linked to self-esteem, to a sense of worth; he understands how those controlled can rationalize their inaction by identifying with their controller's status; he understands that systems of control require the enforced ignorance and bits of reward that will keep those controlled compliant. Through it all, he seethes, while never forgetting the fallible humanity of both enslaved and enslaver. The reader seethes as well, while perhaps finding it more of a challenge to view those enslavers with the same level of equanimity. No surprise there: Douglass's equanimity and his perfect grasp of human nature, along with his keen intelligence, were all more important traits than his understandable anger: they were what made him such a great man. Also includes the scathing poem "A Parody" that lampoons the hypocrisy of the Christian slaveholder. That was a surprising way to end this Narrative. Loved it. ...more |
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in honor of Gay Pride month, I thought I'd read a book about sailors eating each other. sadly, The Wager features shipwreck, mutiny, and murder, but p
in honor of Gay Pride month, I thought I'd read a book about sailors eating each other. sadly, The Wager features shipwreck, mutiny, and murder, but precious little man-on-man cannibalism. which frankly I found to be rather homophobic. the passionate hunger a sailor might feel for his fellow shipmate(s) is only mentioned glancingly, kept in the closet. as a society, I really thought we had moved past this kind of erasure. *sigh* the writing is crisp, brisk, and efficient, similar to a well-paced Wikipedia article. I really appreciated how David Grann made sure to repeatedly remind ignorant readers like me that colonialism and slavery were actually bad. the murderous, micromanaging Captain Cheap (great name) has some similarities with my boss; I often wonder who she'll kill or micromanage next. I should put this on her desk. okay, clowntime over. the book was fine and was certainly a pleasant way to spend a couple Sunday afternoons. the many hours of research David Grann clearly put in really showed up on the page, but never in a dry, pedantic way. this is a very readable book. it was interesting to learn that common phrases like 'under the weather' & 'toe the line' & 'pipe down' & 'piping hot' & 'scuttlebut' & 'turn a blind eye' were all originally nautical terms. the details about press gangs infuriated me. I loved reading all about the resourceful Kawésqar, an indigenous people living in Chilean Patagonia. and the verdict coming from the court martial at the end of this whole misadventure was very surprising! unfortunately, SPOILER, a delicious dog does die. ...more |
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The literary and media journalist Clive James wrote this ode to binge-watching during his last years, confined to a home life that consisted of books
The literary and media journalist Clive James wrote this ode to binge-watching during his last years, confined to a home life that consisted of books by day and television by night, the latter often accompanied by his wife and daughters. He is matter of fact about his leukemia diagnosis, never mawkish, ever so slightly rueful, in that wonderfully unsentimental way that many British people have about life-changing, life-threatening, and life-ending occurrences (although James himself was an Australian expat). What a marvelous chap. His writing is wry, highly opinionated, often deadpan, always entertaining. Earlier chapters extol the many virtues of The Sopranos, Band of Brothers, West Wing (I really have to watch that one), and The Wire. Later chapters are more free-form, as he moves back & forth from praising shows like House of Cards, The Americans (eventually unwatchable for me), Weeds, and The Good Wife to burning shows he dislikes like Breaking Bad (a surprising opinion to read), Top of the Lake, and basically all of the many icy Scandinavian detective serials. His chapter of both critique and praise for Mad Men was surprising: he appreciates it overall, but faults the realism of its take on advertising executives from that era, whose intelligence he feels the show underrates. I could barely get through the first half of his chapter on Game of Thrones because he spends so much time being embarrassed about liking a show with swords and dragons, but eventually his clear love for such populist entertainment (LOL) forces him to actually talk about the good things. Throughout the book are usually generous appraisals of the work of the actors on display, as well as a rather old man-ish take on the pleasures of watching beautiful women combined with a passionate appreciation for the changes that feminism has created, and also a light sprinkling of praise for Western civilization in comparison with the often female-diminishing cultures of the Islamic world. Perhaps the wildest chapter was the wide-ranging "Breaking Understandably Bad" which moves rather incoherently but always entertainingly from critiquing Steve Buscemi's miscast face in Boardwalk Empire to praising Lena Dunham's ability to really put it all out there in Girls. I particularly loved this bit on the importance and meaning of the character Tyrion from Game of Thrones, and why his plot armor was so necessary: "...without Tyrion Lannister you would have to start the show again, because he is the epitome of the story's moral scope; and anyway he is us, bright enough to see the world's evil but not strong enough to change it. His big head is the symbol of his comprehension, and his little body the symbol of his incapacity to act upon it. For all his cleverness, there are times when only a quirk in the script can save him. Real life could kill the dwarf, but the show couldn't. So finally Game of Thrones stands revealed as a crowd pleaser. To despise that, you have to imagine you aren't part of the crowd. But you are: the lesson that the twentieth century should have taught all intellectuals. Now it is a different century, and they must go on being taught."Perhaps not the most sensitive way of making his point, but a point that is so real and true nonetheless. ...more |
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This is a lovely book and a wonderful way to close out my year in reading. I felt such an affinity with this author! An odd affinity, as I imagine we
This is a lovely book and a wonderful way to close out my year in reading. I felt such an affinity with this author! An odd affinity, as I imagine we are nothing alike, despite both of us being great readers since childhood. Perhaps the connection comes from so fully being able to imagine myself in his life. And that is all due to the author's talent when it comes to recollecting so many of the books he has collected and bookshops he has visited, places he's seen and people he's met, and most intensely, describing his long abiding love for the authors Sylvia Townsend Warner and (especially) Arthur Machen. Russell writes with such precision and nuance; there is a guarded yet palpable warmth and affection in this book, as well as some withering criticisms, but above all there is a clarity in his detailing of past events. Surely the man must be a intrepid diarist, careful to include the most microscopic of details if need be. Much as with Christopher Fowler's The Book of Forgotten Authors, one needs to read this from its start on through, rather than skipping about. This is in many ways a personal narrative: less of a guidebook, and despite its title, less of a series of recommendations, and more - in the author's own words - a "volume of reminisces." The book made me consider my own life in my 20s, and compare it to the author's life back then. When younger colleagues of that age talk about their lives, what they do for fun, their social circles, their interests, etc., I'll admit that I often experience a bit of condescending pity towards them (kept tightly to myself of course!). That decade for me, and perhaps the half-decade that followed, was such a dizzying and rich experience, full of momentous events, some terrible and many wonderful, and thick with too many people, places, activities, and interests to ever successfully recount. Alas, I have become one of those tiresome older people with an anecdote about everything. I certainly couldn't imagine trading my younger life for another person's - that is, until this book! There's just something about a life that is full of literariness, exploring bookshops and attending readers' conferences, being a part of literary societies and a social scene where discussing often long-dead authors is par for the course... I became surprisingly envious when reading this book. I wouldn't trade lives, but in another reality, I'd certainly like to experience his. Well at least I have his book! Not all of these books are forgotten, although the title is still a perfect one. The very well-received and widely-read The Loney is included, perhaps only because Russell published its first edition. The last chapter is on Richard Wright's classic of black fiction, The Outsider - a pleasing double to the first entry, Colin Wilson's equally classic The Outsider - which appears to be here to atone for the author mainly reading white writers, and as his rather ham-handed response to the dire racial reckoning of 2020. (That said, his analysis of the book is accomplished and thought-provoking.) Some favorite parts included his insightful chapter on Robert Aickman, his chapter on his wife Rosalie Parker, a visit to a bookshop-in-a-mansion The Lilies, and the comments he weaves throughout the book on his frenemy, the bookseller and publisher and all-around rapscallion George Locke. Overall, Russell made certain that I now have quite a few more titles to add to the neverending list - and it should be mentioned that the author notes far more than 50 books between its slim 255 pages. Despite my saying earlier that this is neither a true guidebook nor a list of recommendations but rather a book of memories, Russell still writes about books in such an enticing way that by the end of it, I had a handful of post-its filled with suggestions for further discoveries: Various Temptations by William Sansom Widdershins by Oliver Onions The Horse's Mouth by Joyce Cary A Scots Quair: Sunset Song, Cloud Howe, Grey Granite by Lewis Grassic Gibbons In Youth Is Pleasure by Denton Welch The Supernatural and English Fiction by Glen Cavaliero A Cage for the Nightingale by Phyllis Paul Dromenon: The Best Weird Stories of Gerald Heard Precious Bane by Mary Webb The Wanderer by Henri Alain-Fournier The Phantom Ship by Frederick Marryat Lady by Thomas Tryon Auriol; Or, the Elixir of Life by W. Harrison Ainsworth The Deadly Dowager by Edwin Greenwood "Xelucha" & "The House of Sounds" & "The Primate of the Rose" & Prince Zaleski & The Purple Cloud by M.P. Shiel The Quest for Corvo: An Experiment in Biography by A.J.A. Symons ...more |
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I appreciate the independent journalist Matt Taibbi; he's a reliably intelligent, critical, anti-authoritarian writer who usually leans far-left. Due
I appreciate the independent journalist Matt Taibbi; he's a reliably intelligent, critical, anti-authoritarian writer who usually leans far-left. Due to his exposé "The Twitter Files" and his perceived bias against Democrats and the current administration, he received a lot of heat from other journalists, social media, and various politicians (including a shameful threat from hack careerist Stacey Plaskett). Some of the attacks against him focused on cherry-picked quotes from this oversized book, a sort of self-exposé detailing misadventures editing the infamous eXile, an antiestablishment and often trashy publication for trashy expats living in trashy 90s Russia... ☭ Chapter 1: Mark Ames what I didn't realize before reading was that the actual creator of eXile is Mark Ames, who in this first chapter recounts how the magazine came into being. it is in all ways a very subjective and personal recounting. it also took me over a month to get through. very hard to read! Ames is equal parts self-loathing and full of contempt for the entire world around him. he fell in love with 90s Moscow because it is violent, trashy, corrupt, cold, ugly, and bleak. literally those are his reasons. to Ames, the city is a physical manifestation of his own world view, and so it felt like coming to his true home when he moved there. it was beyond disagreeable being inside this fellow's head. his own self-debasement and his debased view of the humans around him made this as enjoyable as looking at the excrement someone left behind in an alley. Notes from Underground, meet your child Mark Ames. I'm Gen X, the best generation since the Silent Generation. of course, it's inane making generalizations about an entire generation; such lists of traits often have little meaning within the context of individual lives. that said, I'm going to go ahead and make those generalizations. unlike the bombastic and complacent Boomers, the maudlin and self-righteous Millennials, and the sadly ill-equipped-for-life Zoomers, disaffected Gen X (supposedly) centers such underrated virtues as detachment and independence. in the lore of generational generalizations, nothing is less cool to a Gen X-er than getting all emotional about the vagaries of fate; Gen X has no time for crybabies and people who go on about their various traumas. but there is a flip side to that old coin: the potential for callousness. that tendency is front and center in this first chapter. it was just so ugly, from Ames' sneering at the suffering of various dipshits, to his detached acceptance of corruption & addiction & violence, to the way he physically describes both himself and all the people around him in the most degrading ways possible. back in the 90s, this would have been a person I'd sneer back at. here in 2023, it was like torture reading his perspective. Chapters 2 - 4: Matt Taibbi what a great antidote to having to deal with Ames' cruel and adolescent commentary! Taibbi's cold shower helped clean some of the grime off of this book. Chapter 2 is all about Matt Taibbi. his life before, during, after, and during (again) Russia. Including some time spent in Mongolia, his bout with a life-threatening illness, and his own perspective on the creating and building of the eXile. I really appreciated his take on Russia during this time period: his is a cynical and incredibly critical way of looking at this society, but also a realistic one that doesn't reduce everything to a sneering joke. he does come across as a sarcastic, smarter-than-you asshole - a contrast to Ames' self-indulgent, nihilistic monster - but one who is still, in his own way, earnestly trying to understand and connect with a culture going through a complex identity shift. Chapter 3 is a deep dive into both the world of the eXile and the world that the eXile was trying to mock and expose. mainly, various hypocritical neoliberal individuals and institutions that were making bank in Russia, usually at the expense of Russians. if you've heard of the term "dirtbag left" then you know the style and the political stance that Taibbi and the eXile channel - despite coming about two decades before dirtbag left writers became popular. Taibbi is hard left and it shows. practitioners of neoliberalism get extreme beatings within the eXile's pages, with the specific aim of running certain persons and publications out of town. the violence and corruption of 90s Russian society also gets eXposed, to a lesser degree, including via a queasy column that gloated over the high number of murders happening everywhere in Russia ("Death Porn" is the column's literal title). semi-Marxist muckracking side by side juvenile atrocity-mongering, as well as Taibbi & Ames' absolute willingness to be vicious antagonists, made the eXile a uniquely pungent rag. and, as with the dirtbag leftists that popped up 20 years later, there was no shyness when it comes to being un-pc: alongside Western neolibs and Russian politician-thugs, Jews & women & blacks received equally disrespectful treatment in the pages of the eXile, and to an extent, within this chapter. Chapter 4 is weirdly inside baseball, all about deeply amoral American expat Michael Bass, an ex-con and wannabe power broker, infamous for a range of repulsive yet somehow boring shenanigans. Bass gets multiple beatings within the eXile (including a front page photo of Bass post-actual beating). this fascinating yet rather pointless chapter made me somehow ever so slightly sympathetic to a sex-trafficker and suck-up to the Russian powers that be. which is kind of a reverse accomplishment? it's that bad of a beating. hard not to feel sorry for the guy, a bit. mean Matt Taibbi! Chapters 5-7: Mark Ames again writers who aren't sellouts write about what they are actually interested in. in these three chapters, Ames writes about drugs, sex, and revenge. Ames is not a sellout! despite my loathing of his incredibly obnoxious and juvenile nihilism, the guy can really write. his natural talent (usually) shines, despite the cynicism. these chapters are basically fictive memoirs written in an intense gonzo style that is no doubt influenced by his idols Hunter S. Thompson and Eduard Limonov. and by "fictive" I mean more in the sense of a practiced raconteur's use of exaggeration for effect... these dirty, sickening, soul-deadening stories still have the ring of unvarnished truth to them. kudos? Chapter 5 is an often fascinating mess. Ames writes that he was on a lot of drugs while writing this very chapter, which is about his love of drugs. namely, various forms of crank and heroin, which he prefers to mainline. the reader learns all about his habits, how to obtain drugs in 90s Moscow, and how he finally got in with the appropriate druggie crowd instead of having to socialize with the bougie normie expats ("Beige-ists") that he understandably despises. the problem with this chapter is that it was so clearly written... on drugs. he literally repeats anecdotes that he's told earlier in the book and sometimes repeats them again in the same chapter. there's a lot that was compelling but there was also a lot of annoying dross. the chapter felt like listening to someone high out of their mind. which he was. Chapter 6 is the most infamous of the book. "White God Complex" is all about his sexual misadventures. his thoughts on women are, as they say, unreformed. to say the least! malcontent Mark scorns both macho fratbros and slimy eurotrash, but his deeply dehumanizing take on nubile devushkas comes from the same misogynist perspective. it is all about scoring the most chicks, preferably teens, the younger and more virginal the better, without condoms even better, anal the best. this - for any sheltered readers - is typical guy talk. from my college years listening to drunk Greeks horny for freshmen and openly theorizing about what they'd do to them, through my late 20s working in the corporate world and hearing casual comments from walking boners like "that bitch needs to be gangraped" - usually delivered in a blank, quasi-ironic monotone - I'm more than passingly familiar with how moronic, vicious, and sleazy many dudes can sound. yet the chapter surprised even me. I think the surprise I felt reading this chapter came from actually reading it. rather than hearing it. I'm not sure I've read a personal narrative (despite its no doubt frequent tall tales) that is so wall to wall no holds barred in its graphic storytelling. we read all about the sex life of this swarthy, ape-ish, not-unattractive former-jock turned dirtbag druggie, all the details. in particular the ability of expats like him to use his Western Man status to repeatedly score sex in second-world Russia and Belarus. he's not cocksure, he's just American. thus the "White God Complex": sexually open Slavic women apparently threw themselves at him and others of his ilk, in the hopes of being whisked away from post-Soviet impoverishment. he, in turn, screwed them repeatedly then kicked them to the curb, and sometimes bullied them into having abortions. and then he occasionally wrote about them - demeaningly, of course - within the pages of the eXile. his favorite appeared to be Lena, a drug-dealing whore and ex-convict, who would excite him with tales of her raping other inmates during her frequent times in prison. so sad they couldn't make their touching relationship work out in the end! Chapter 7 is how Ames dealt with hate mail and various anti-eXile campaigns from liberal Americans out to get our intrepid young (ish) hero. not a bad chapter, but it strangely made me want to read actual political articles by the author, rather than filthy tales of revenge, drug binging, and sex with underage Russians. those articles are apparently what gave eXile some sort of credibility inside and outside of Russia. why weren't there more examples of that writing? one piece that was included - "The Rise and Fall of Moscow's Expat Royalty" was fascinating. Chapter 8: Matt Taibbi again I wish I had read this chapter first! this is the Taibbi that I know and love (minus the occasional bits of crude misogyny, which honestly came as a big surprise whenever they appeared). "Hacks" is all about the ridiculous journalists of Western media. specifically, foreign correspondents in Moscow whose reporting sought only to underline the goals of neoliberalism and to portray Russians as simple-minded bumpkins (or Fresh New Voices who espouse Western economic values)... and who often couldn't even speak the language. these reporters rarely had a problem borrowing entire stories from each other - and themselves. Matt Taibbi rails against this cadre of grifters and how their entire world view was (and is) antithetical to true journalism. "My colleagues weren't just stupid and petty. They were shilling for the rich and sucking up to tyrants, teaming up to squelch dissent, keeping the world, and particularly rich America, isolated from desperate emergencies.I wish the book had more chapters like this last one! still, overall this was a pretty interesting albeit frequently grueling experience. part squirm-inducing memoir, part diatribe against complacent and/or corrupt journalism. ...more |
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Voyage to the past with Doc Peterson: a time of lobsters and dominance hierarchy, a time of myths and legends and religious texts, a time of bootstrap
Voyage to the past with Doc Peterson: a time of lobsters and dominance hierarchy, a time of myths and legends and religious texts, a time of bootstrapping and individualism and Jung and curtailing your pretentious nihilism, just clean your damn room and don't be such a whiny loser. A time when men were men and women were women, when there was nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields were forever. Will you enjoy this journey through time & space? Mileage may vary, so here is a handy guide: 1. Are you a young man of an apolitical, libertarian, or conservative bent, one who feels rather adrift in life and the only option you can think of to get out of your rut is to join the military, otherwise you'll be stuck in whatever small town you live in? This is your book. I hope it helps! 2. Are you an ardently political progressive who rejects gender essentialism and binaries in general, and you are considering working in social services or in a field that will make use of your liberal arts degree? This isn't your book. It will infuriate and enrage you, and who has time for that? 3. Are you someone who loves following a person's stream of conscious, all of the digressions, their personality and quirks on full display, a book in which the author is transparent and almost completely unselfconscious about his obsessions? Consider this book. It is, as they say, an experience. 4. Are you very online, identify as leftist or as woke or as an attack helicopter, embrace identity politics and intersectionality, have watched the Peterson of today and are revolted, and you didn't much like him before today either? Avoid this book at all costs, comrade. My own reaction: there was a lot that I disagreed with, but even more that I appreciated. This was a fascinating and surprisingly enjoyable book, despite my many aggravations. CAUSA 6/5/22 Peterson is getting way over the top lately, so I thought I'd bump this one up the list and read it before I became more turned off and perhaps predisposed against his book. I want to come to this with a really open mind. I've enjoyed a lot of Doctor How's videos so I hope to see more of that guy, rather than the person I just unfollowed (lol). RULE 6 Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world "Don't blame capitalism, the radical left, or the iniquity of your enemies. Don't reorganize the state until you have ordered your own experience. Have some humility. If you cannot bring peace to your household, how dare you try to rule a city?" Peterson starts this chapter by examining the stated motivations of the Columbine killers, ruminates on Goethe and Tolstoy's perspectives on human destructiveness, considers the serial killer Carl Panzram, and provides a couple examples from his practice of people who have withstood and then countered the evils that life has thrown at them. He also spends some time musing on Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (and the reader gets a glimpse of Peterson's own fervent anti-communism). This was a short yet very dense chapter. By starting off his conversation with an examination of the mindset of mass murderers, things get heavy quickly. He positions their attitude, and the attitude of many others who seek to lash back at the world, as the ultimate response of people who want revenge on everyone and everything. People who have seen the evils of the world and/or been subjected personally to those evils, and who respond not simply with apathy, but with nihilistic vengeance: a defiance of God and law and decency, and a mission to prove to everyone that their personal perspective of a burning world is a universal truth. It is a perspective that removes the individual from the equation, the victims of course, but also the individual who is thinking those thoughts and who is killing all those people. Rather than focusing on what they can do to change themselves, their own part of the world and the people in it, they instead seek to give the world their ultimate criticism. They seek to become a symbol of their own rejection of the world, rather than an individual capable of change and capable of creating change. And so they become a judgment upon the world and against life itself, which they consider to be an innately unjust and evil state of being. There is always a temptation to blame fate, God, luck, how fucked up the world can be, rather than to look inward, at how we and our peers and our family and our community may be complicit. We especially resist examining ourselves and how we engage with the world. As the author says in the next chapter: "the world is revealed... through the template of your values." In this chapter, he provides an example: the disaster of Hurricane Katrina. One can blame fate or nature or even naivete; it is more comfortable than recognizing culpability. Katrina was a natural disaster, but New Orleans's leaders and government chose not to complete improvements to its levee system that were mandated in 1965. Who is to blame - Nature or the corrupt blindness that led to a disastrous lack of preparation? I think it is easy to (willfully) misunderstand Peterson's point in this chapter. I saw that misunderstanding when watching a video of the author being questioned while on a panel in Australia. The questioner tried to score a point by dismissing this chapter as Peterson telling folks not to be critical of the world unless they're personally perfect. It's like that audience member just read the chapter title and didn't bother reading the actual chapter. The message here is clear: humans should not give in to the evils that impact life, to the urges that lead a person to vengeance and destruction. We instead need to engage in self-examination, we need to ask ourselves how we may have contributed to these catastrophes that sadden or enrage us, and perhaps most importantly, we need to see the evils that we experience as... instructive. These evils represent modes of behavior that we must reject in our own lives. Otherwise, as the cliché goes, we have let those bad things and bad occurrences and bad people win. This chapter is not about not being critical, it is about not allowing hopelessness, resentment, and anger to take over our lives. Impossible for me to find fault with the message of this rule. RULE 11 Do not bother children when they are skateboarding "The spirit that interferes when boys are trying to become men is, therefore, no more friend to woman than it is to man... It negates consciousness. It's antihuman, desirous of failure, jealous, resentful and destructive. No one truly on the side of humanity would ally him or herself with such a thing... And if you think tough men are dangerous, wait until you see what weak men are capable of." Peterson starts by, yes, talking about kids skateboarding. This was a nice intro with a nice message: let kids be kids, even if they are putting themselves into a little bit of danger, because that is how you allow things like bravery, grit, and resilience to develop. Unfortunately, as the chapter progresses, it became clear to me that this charming preface is solely concerned with skateboarding boys. Heaven forbid girls consider skateboarding! Anyway, from there Peterson continues on another wild series of what appear to be tangents but are all actually linked musings that together form the moral of Rule 11. (view spoiler)[He revisits his tragic friend Chris and is a bit more empathetic this time; the point of this section is that Chris was always angry at the injustices of the world, and that put him in a kind of personal development stasis as a self-annihilating rebel without a cause. He notes that women are the majority of college students and there are less male college students every year. He argues that patriarchy is less about the oppression of women and more about the attempt of men and women "to free each other from privation, disease, and drudgery"... his primary examples being the two men who created tampons. Words can't describe my mixed feelings in even writing that last sentence LOL. He talks about the Soviet massacre of two million kulaks ("their richest peasants") which was fascinating/horrific new history for me and also I didn't understand the point of including this history. He rakes postmodernist philosopher-king Jacques Derrida over the coals because of Derrida's insistence that there are exclusionary hierarchical structures, and here I thought that was the exact point that Peterson himself was making in prior chapters. He argues that it is actually not power but competence and ability and skill that are the prime determiners of status in well-functioning societies, to which I must ask him to list me examples of such societies. He attacks the idea of equality of outcomes (i.e. "equity") as hollow and unrealistic, and I actually agree with him there. He discusses how aggression is not an inherently negative trait and I also agree. He spends quite a lot of time discussing the archetypal Terrible Mother and her smothering ways and "compassion as a vice" and I got a little sick to my stomach because here he goes again about women and now he's using all the fables and even Disney cartoons as evidence. He talks about men and their aggressive ways of interacting and how that's not bad, and I agree again, but then he literally uses the ancient Charles Atlas ads as evidence that only alpha men genuinely interest women and then he talks about how Lisa on The Simpsons once had a crush on the bully Nelson and (hide spoiler)] I realized that his point across this entire chapter is that boys need to grow up to be manly men because that's basically what women want. Is he wrong? Let's ask my Inner Gender Essentialist and my Inner Gender Anarchist to both respond! GENDER ESSENTIALIST MARK: Peterson makes an interesting point early on about physical competition between girls & boys: it can be seen as admirable for a girl to even try to compete against a boy, whether or not she wins or loses; for a boy, it is suspect if he even competes with a girl in the first place, unless he is playing down to her as an adult would with a child, and if he loses to her, he will suffer a loss of status. This is an uncomfortable point but there is truth there too. As there is truth in his thoughts on the different interaction styles that men and women can have, and in disparities between men and women when it comes to some forms of physical labor. Well, at least the truth of my own memories of physical competitions that I've seen or been a part of from childhood through college. And the truth of the many straight male-female relationships I've seen over the years. And the truth of how all of my decent, women-supporting, not-misogynist male friends would never be less than a "gentleman" in their treatment of women, in particular their understanding that women should not be talked to in the same way that men talk to each other, nor expected to operate at the same physical level as men when it comes to certain tasks. And the truth that for many of my empowered female friends, when talking pre-marriage to their queer bachelor friend Mark about the guys they are attracted to, only talked about fit manly men who are rough around the edges as their ideal, and hey that's who they usually ended up marrying. They married my guy friends, who are gentlemen and who are mainly non-collegiate manly alpha types and who, ironically enough, would probably hate everything Jordan Peterson stands for, and yet who are, essentially, the very type of man that Peterson is extolling (and who are, again the irony, quite the opposite of over-educated, not-particularly-manly, ivory tower-dwelling Peterson himself LOL). So is this gender essentialism or is this simply reality for the vast majority of women and men? Do people hate JP because he is telling an uncomfortable truth? GENDER ANARCHIST MARK: Okay unlike fucking Gender Essentialist Mark, I'm not going to go on and fucking on. Instead I'm just going to point to one fucking phrase in this fucking fucked-up chapter: "Disney's more recent and deeply propagandistic Frozen." And then I'm going to point to an interview he gave with some magazine all about that phrase, where he says that he hated Frozen because it turns out the supposed hero is a conniving villain who doesn't rescue the heroine, she has to rescue herself and her sister too. So, prince doesn't rescue princess and a moral that girls sometimes gotta take care of each other and how poor naïve JP was surprised & horrified at the twist, and all of that was apparently enough to drive this fragile maniac out of his mind. And so he bestowed the label of Deeply Propagandistic to a benign cartoon about female empowerment because Peterson is basically cosplaying Cro-Magnon Man Who Take Care Of Woman and anything that takes him out of his fantasy world of prescribed gender roles is deeply triggering to this poor fucking snowflake and he's just got to let the whole damn world know all about it. RULE 12 Pet a cat when you encounter one on the street "And maybe when you are going for a walk and your head is spinning a cat will show up and if you pay attention to it then you will get a reminder for just fifteen seconds that the wonder of Being might make up for the ineradicable suffering that accompanies it." Peterson talks about how we must alleviate our suffering by finding inspiration and joy where we can, whether it's in witnessing the strength displayed by someone facing terrible challenges or just appreciating a moment with a friendly cat. He speaks movingly on his daughter's struggles with severe juvenile idiopathic arthritis, on "recognizing that existence and limitation are inextricably linked," and on the awesomeness of cats and dogs. This chapter's message is timeless and this rule was an appealing way to end the book. (Especially after that prior chapter.) Probably biased here, because this rule is definitely one that governs my own life. THE OTHER RULES (view spoiler)[responses to these rules in messages 28-31 below Rule 1: Stand up straight with your shoulders back Rule 2: Treat yourself like someone you are responsible for helping. Rule 3: Make friends with people who want the best for you Rule 4: Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today Rule 5: Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them. Rule 7: Pursue what is meaningful (not what is expedient) Rule 8: Tell the truth - or, at least, don't lie "First, a little lie; then, several little lies to prop it up. After that, distorted thinking to avoid the shame that those lies produce, then a few more lies to cover up the consequences of the distorted thinking. Then, most terribly, the transformation of those now necessary lies through practice into automatized, specialized, structural, neurologically instantiated "unconscious" belief and action." Rule 10: Be precise in your speech. (hide spoiler)] PLACEHOLDER 8/10/21 Jordan Peterson is a person who receives a lot of derision in my world (view spoiler)[ well at least in my online world, although just typing the phrase "my online world" sorta makes me cringe; okay to be precise, people I like or follow or whatever online don't seem to like him - the people in my actual world probably have never heard of him plus they are not big readers anyway, more into talking about music or local politics than talking about things like books let alone pop culture phenomena like Peterson and I've noticed some eyerolls if I mention something I saw on youtube, a place where Peterson pops up a lot, so does tom cardy who is this hilarious lo-fi australian musician that everyone should watch, and so do a lot of cute animal videos, and a lot of Maangchi's cooking videos, and a lot of Key & Peele, oh man my youtube algorithm really gets me - and damn those eyerolls literally happened yesterday and there I thought I was being helpful by mentioning this particular youtuber named ContraPoints, it seemed like a natural fit in the conversation - but the silence and certain eye movements suddenly made me decide to order another round for everyone because hopefully by the time I got back with drinks everyone would have forgotten my apparent social lapse and overall lack of EQ and would have moved on to something super fascinating to me *cough* like the ins & outs of running a cabinet-making business or will schools be opened or not because the kids are getting to be a lot but also it's scary because the kids don't need to be bringing home no corona, although when I did return they weren't talking about that at all because we had been joined by an old friend who we knew from back in the day, and I think her boyfriend, I wonder if they were actually out on a date, if so they certainly could have picked a better venue, and they were all talking about the homeless crisis and local politics and it all sounded very boring so time for a smoke - Graham joined me to bum one but fortunately for him it was my last one, I thought he quit and I do not want to be his enabler, and so he received a well-deserved chiding - but then when I returned a second time the conversation was back to delta variant and seriously that topic just makes me want to put a bullet in my brain so instead of doing that - as I mentioned to them earlier, it would really suck if I died in the near future because I still have a lot of books I just really, really need to read before I die, oh and places to visit, and various dvd boxsets that are still wrapped in plastic; my friends couldn't tell if I was being serious or not, but let me tell you, I was dead serious - so instead of raising gun to head I just made up some excuse about something I had to go do so gotta say goodbye, and the funny thing is that I cut Graham off just as he was about to say the same thing, I know him all too well, but since I got mine out first, and since he's such a courteous guy, I knew that he'd feel he'd have to stick around with that boring conversation for who knows how long; I smiled to myself but also felt sorta bad - Sorry, Graham! - oh now I just got a bite of fear because the last time I did something rude at this exact bar, it precipitated a cold war between the two of us that lasted like 3 years and was a drag for everyone - Jesus Christ, Graham, you cannot hold this one minor infraction against me, please! (hide spoiler)] and that sorta interests me. But what really interests me is how 12 Rules is apparently all about the digressions and tangents, despite the simplicity of the points being made. Totally into that. ...more |
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The book is full of moments that annoyed or bothered me. The book was written by a highly regarded and well-paid mainstream author; a journalist with
The book is full of moments that annoyed or bothered me. The book was written by a highly regarded and well-paid mainstream author; a journalist with a decidedly bougie perspective. The book focuses excessively on the past; when the focus shifts to the present, the book can be... petty. The book has mixed messages, contradictions; it does not even try to be objective. The book often lacks empathy, kindness. The book is full of facts and anecdotes that should bother everyone. The book dreams of a country that rewards its people with the regard and pay that they deserve; a place where everyone has the chance of being just as bougie as they want to be. The book seeks to unbury the past so that the present can be better understood, a present full of petty slights and horrific injustices. The book has many messages that do not fit neatly together; its perspective is often a subjective one, a human perspective. The book ends with resonant examples of kindness and posits that "If each of us could truly see and connect with the humanity in front of us, search for that key that opens the door to whatever we may have in common... it could begin to affect how we see the world and others in it..." Sometimes a journey is not what you want or expect it to be, it goes a different direction and you get agitated, you become appalled at parts of the journey, the foolishness. But it still ends up being a memorable and important experience. I love a good journey for both its problems and its merits, for all the things I learned, for the people who I met or came to know better during that journey, including myself. And for the feeling that there are more journeys to come. This book was a journey, for real! PROGRESS NOTES Part 1: Toxins in the Permafrost Ah the relief at realizing I am reading a writer. A person who actually understands and enacts the power of prose. He said pretentiously. But after the often drab and basic writing styles of my other forays into modern identity politics (DiAngelo, Kendi, Reilly), it is such a pleasure to see on display actual talent at writing sentences that are nimble, ambiguous, poetic, metaphorical and laden with meaning. This section starts with Trump and ends with The Matrix. Nice way to keep it real and current, I appreciate that, but I appreciated even more the clear statement of this book's thesis: to better understand (and perhaps replace misuse of the word) "racism" via the lens of caste, as seen in American history with black people, the caste system in India, and the demonization of Jews in Nazi Germany. Part 2: The Arbitrary Construction of Human Divisions "No one was white before he/she came to America," James Baldwin once said. Wilkerson's point that "whiteness" was created in America is interesting and challenging. I don't love how she hand-waves aside the evil of slavery that has plagued the human race since forever, but I do love that she is making clear that "racism" is not really what this book is about. Caste: Origins of Our Discontents will apparently be about how and why artificial hierarchies are established. This is the shadow cast by the American experiment. An experiment that was perhaps the first of its kind in modern history - and one that can be praised, cherished, and remembered - but one that also established a very new way of perpetuating casteism: by enshrining racism. And that cast shadow should always be criticized, rejected, yet remembered. Wilkerson makes a fleeting point that is profound in its implications: yes, Italians & Irish & other European whites were taken captive, traded, bought & sold, enserfed, enslaved... and yet they could escape, they could blend, they could still hope to join a more free level of people in society, higher in the hierarchy, if only through subterfuge... such an opportunity was never possible for those whose caste was displayed on their very skins. And so, yes, many whites were also treated as subhuman by the glorious American experiment, and yet no, it was never the same kind of suffering as faced by black people, by the Africans enslaved. "We think we 'see' race when we encounter certain physical differences among people such as skin color, eye shape, and hair textrue," the Smedleys wrote. "What we actually 'see' ... are the learned social meanings, the stereotypes, that have been linked to those physical features by the ideology of race and the historical legacy it has left us." And yet, observed the historian Nell Irvin Painter, "Americans cling to race as the unschooled cling to superstition." Wilkerson's closing chapters in this section are a familiar but still powerful indictment. She describes how the Nazis initially studied American laws to enact their own anti-Semitic laws, although they stopped short of mirroring some of the more draconian anti-black laws in place. She also describes how not even the Nazis produced memorabilia from death camps to then excitedly trade among themselves... while Americans did just that with memorabilia from lynchings. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynchin... Part 3: The Eight Pillars of Caste 1. Divine Will and the Laws of Nature 2. Heritability 3. Endogamy and Control of Marriage & Mating 4. Purity versus Pollution 5. Occupational Hierarchy 6. Dehumanization and Stigma 7. Terror as Enforcement, Cruelty as Means of Control 8. Inherent Superiority versus Inherent Inferiority This section is basically a series of history lessons regarding the evils of American slavery - and to a lesser extent, the Indian caste system and the Nazi's Jewish Program - complete with many horrific examples. I thought this was useful as just that: a history lesson. Most of what is written here should also be taught in high school so that youth are familiarized with key aspects of American history. I had issues with the writing on the first pillar, which felt like a real reach in its misreading of the Bible (especially its sole focus on the Old Testament), but hey so many others have misread it too, including those who supported slavery. The section on the second pillar was little better, as its perplexing primary example is an incident involving Forest Whitaker. But the subsequent chapters were strong, mainly due to their stomach-churning recountings of various atrocities. The chapter on Dehumanization and Stigma was particularly effective. My main issue with this section is that it is, essentially, a moral treatise on the sins of the American past. I think I wanted more that was specifically relevant to current times. But it is hard to fault Wilkerson for that lack, as the book's subtitle is "Origins of Our Discontents" - this book is about the history of slavery in the US. History needs to not be whitewashed and it needs to be learned from; moral lessons become resonant when appalling examples are provided so that these lessons are not mere intellectual exercises. And that said, I am really hopeful that Wilkerson will be connecting these origins, these histories and examples of atrocities, to present-day systemic inequities and racist behavior patterns that continue to oppress black Americans. Part 4: The Tentacles of Caste This fourth part is a frequently frustrating but ultimately inspiring mix of missed opportunities, digressions of variable quality and purpose, and fortunately, many highly impactful points made through the profiles of a number of important historical figures. It starts off quite weakly, with a very questionable forward that seems to be praising a traumatizing elementary school experiment that no child should have to go through. Three subsequent chapters are little better. A review of alpha to omega roles in animals was fascinating and enjoyable for an animal lover like me, but utterly fails as an astute analogy for Wilkerson's thesis on caste. Another chapter seems to gloat in an embarrassing way at the suffering of impoverished whites as well as whites impacted by the opioid crisis - her presumption that all of the despair in this lower rung in a higher caste comes from the depression that blacks are succeeding is almost farcical in its lack of nuance or empathy. But worst of all is her chapter on scapegoating, which I thought really strains the definition of that word in seeking to use it as an example of the caste system at work. What bothered me the most though, was that scapegoating does come into play when looking at how America treats different castes differently when using essentially the same drug: namely, cocaine. In its rock form, crack is a symbol of lower caste degradation; in its powdered form, it is an enviable recreation tool for the upper caste. And the stark difference in punishment for use of either is a perfect illustration of how the judicial system keeps caste in place. I don't understand how the author could have overlooked using this as a primary example of how extremely unfair the caste system is for black drug users versus white. The prison system of the 90s was not full of white Wall Street types arrested for sniffing cocaine. Fortunately, from those weak chapters, Wilkerson moves from strength to strength. I appreciated her linking of embedded caste behavior patterns of the past with the modern phenomena of widely reported "living while black" incidents. I've been waiting for that linkage! Her examples are of course almost entirely familiar thanks to social media, so I was particularly appreciative of her portrait of her own very diminishing experience. It is important to be regularly reminded of what black people have to deal with throughout their lives, instances of microagression and outright aggression that I - even as a mixed-race person who has experienced racism - haven't had to experience, and will probably never experience. Her detailing of inequities in the American army during World War II was brief but powerful. Her centering of enslaved African Onesimus as the person who actually introduced innoculation into America is really important - this is the person who modern vaccines can be traced back to, and I should have learned about him growing up. The chapter on colorism and caste maintenance enacted by members of lower castes must have been painful for her to write on a personal level (just as it would be challenging for me to write about Filipino fascist Duterte and why Filipinos love him), and so I particularly appreciated that she really went there. Much as Kendi did in his own book. And the closing chapter on legendary baseball player Satchel Paige was very moving. Best of all, her fascinating and tense chapter on the caste-researching team led by brilliant black academic Allison Davis and that included his wife, a third black member, and two white teammates. His (and his team's) embedding themselves and disguising their research purposes within 1930s Natchez, Mississippi was an entirely gripping story. Why is this story not more widely known and shared? For example, the Wikipedia entry on Davis only glancingly mentions the result of this team's research (Deep South: A Social Anthropological Study of Caste and Class) and doesn't even bother to discuss how it came about. Nor does it do more than mention his subsequent career at the University of Chicago as "the first black tenured professor at a major white American university." The resonant, depressing closing paragraph: Under the spell of caste, the [baseball] majors, like society itself, were willing to forgo their own advancement and glory, and resulting profits, if these came at the hands of someone seen as subordinate.My God, how the human race has cheated itself by its sustained deployment of the caste system. Part 5: The Consequences of Caste Similar to the preceding part, this is a mixed bag. The main feeling I'm left with: I wanted more. Not to diminish all of the good in this section, and there's plenty, but I assumed incorrectly that this would be the climax of sorts, the place where all of what came before - all of the explorations of what got us (the U.S.) here, in our centralizing of the caste system with blacks on the bottom rung - would now be illustrated by the undeniable inequities that currently exist in this country. Housing and redlining, mass incarceration and inequal sentencing, disparities in education and healthcare and within the workforce including demonstrable differences in pay rates and titles, police brutality, etc... I thought that these would be the literal examples of consequences. Instead, Wilkerson mainly discusses microagressions and Uncle Toms. To the former, I did appreciate the message: namely, that there is an actual physical toll on black bodies from the regular anxiety that comes with experiencing (or even worrying about the potential for experiencing) that misnomer "microagressions" - a term I dislike because why not just call it what it is, racism. Or bias, implicit or explicit. The author is clear that dealing with that bullshit on a daily basis literally shortens lives. And often the life spans shortened are those POC who have moved themselves up the economic/class ladder but who now have to deal with living in a world that often refuses to recognize the validity of their existence. I appreciated that nearly an entire chapter was devoted to Wilkerson's own experiences as a black woman who frequently flies first or business class. That chapter should have been cringey, with its focus on travel accommodations that few can afford, but instead, all of those situations really drove her point home. Well, for me at least. I'm a POC male who semi-frequently flies first or business class, and I've experienced none of the things she's described. Because I'm not black and I'm not a black woman. This section was genuinely enraging, perhaps because it was so real and personal for the author. It made the following chapter, where she outlines how such interactions cause hypertension and other physical issues, thus shortening lives, perfectly understandable and relatable. "Living while black" often means not living as long as living while white. To the latter, Uncle Toms... oof. The chapter intriguingly entitled "The Stockholm Syndrome and the Survival of the Subordinate Caste" is peculiarly tone-deaf. The focus on the victim's brother, the baliff, and the judge in the Amber Guyger trial (and their comforting of the defendant) is embarrassing - at one point, Wilkerson condescendingly compares the black female judge to a maid. The author's scorn of forgiveness is not a good look; completely overlooked is how forgiveness is a Christian value. It could have been argued that those black individuals who enact that value are far more succesful at practicing Christianity and living the words of Christ than those white individuals who do not. Instead, she devalues forgiveness altogether, as well as the power of empathy to connect disparate people. She also appears to underestimate the healing power of forgiveness. One does not have to forget to forgive; forgiveness does not go hand in hand with capitulation. Forgiveness is a way to not let a slight or a harm rule a person. To not let a person's life become further shortened due to living with rage on a daily basis. And all that said, I'm not judging Wilkerson's rage. I would prefer to live a different way, but that's me. I'm not black and so I'm not going to judge black rage. This section opens with an exploration of how narcissism is an inevitable characteristic of both the individual and the society that upholds the caste system. It is a powerful argument and I would have liked to have read more about that idea. But I should have realized that with that opening thesis, Wilkerson was defining this section's parameters: her focus will be on the psychological not the the sociological, the personal instead of the political, the individual injuries experienced and how they impact longevity, rather than on the structures and systems that have harmed and continue to harm the many. Part 6: Backlash Easily the best chapter of the book. Wilkerson evaluates the American reaction to Obama, Trump, and the removal of Confederate statues. She reminds us of how Obama was demeaned in ways that no other president has been, she attempts to smack away the notion that Trump won over Clinton due to class rather than race, she contrasts the German memorialization of Nazi victims with the American adulation of Confederate warriors. She links the ease that many Americans have in dismissing universal health care to the ease that Americans feel in ignoring the impact that slavery had, and continues to have, on this country. (That last point was a new one to me and I really appreciated its portrait of an American character that rejects empathy as a laudable characteristic.) Finally, she positions the disproportionate impact that COVID-19 has had on people of color and on the lowest-paid workers as another symptom of how the caste system allows any number of indignities and inequities to be visited upon lower castes. Part 7: Awakening Beautiful! A Brahmin giving up his caste. A Jew who saw the flaw at the heart of his new country. A black female author and a white male plumber who recognized the humanity in each other. All quite moving. What is a meritocracy? A place where everyone can aspire to reach a higher level, a place where every group of people can have their merit recognized, regardless of how they look, what their lineage may be, where they were born. America has long considered itself such a place. When reflecting on our history, the truth is clear: this is only a recent development for many of us. This nation has come a long way, but still has a long way to go. I thought that Wilkerson's dismissal of "empathy" was pat and flat, tunnel-visioned and laughable. But I did appreciate her promotion of "radical empathy" despite her misunderstanding of the word empathy itself. The last chapter is both epiphany and plea. A plea to all to recognize the origins of black discontent, to not brush them aside, to understand how they created the tensions of today. An epiphany: change is still possible, change is necessary, change should and can be embraced. I love a hopeful ending. Notes & Bibliography Stetson wrote a reasonable, well-argued 1-star review of this book. I liked it. But what sorta chaps my hide is that he critiques the author for lacking specificity and data. My guy, did you not notice the 50+ pages where she lists all of the sources for her many anecdotes, data points, and statistics? I guess someone had their white blinders on, cough. ...more |
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I'll start off with a mea culpa: I came to this book with some cynicism. Some of that due to my very bad experience with the execrable White Fragility
I'll start off with a mea culpa: I came to this book with some cynicism. Some of that due to my very bad experience with the execrable White Fragility, a gross book that demeans Black people, generalizes about White people, and that sadly has a similar level of popularity. Some of my cynicism was also due to my admiration for Coleman Hughes, a Black contrarian who wrote a pretty negative review of it. Oh how wrong I was. I loved this book. I had issues with some of its stances, but by the time I finished this book, those issues were inconsequential. At least when it comes down to my overall positive regard for it as both a personal story and a call for change. I may disagree with my allies on some topics, but an ally is still an ally. Much more importantly, I may disagree with certain parts of this book, but other parts have literally changed how I will be looking at racism and activism from here on. You can disagree with a friend on certain things, but you can still respect where they're coming from. This book is my friend. I loved that How to Be an Antiracist is not specifically designed to educate only White people! This book is having a conversation with all races. Including White people in America, of course. Whites are in many ways a central focus. But it is a split focus because Kendi is also addressing his own race. He is all about uplifting Black American culture. But he is also not shy about critiquing Blacks who have upheld systems of white supremacy and racist policy, racist thought, racist reactions. Including himself. Happily, he critiques from a place of love and admiration. No reactionary critique of common targets like "inner city" violence, hip hop culture and rap music, Black separatism. His critiques are based on whether or not a person - or a policy - upholds inequity. Any person or policy. The book is a great tool for those who want to understand and address the systemic inequities forced upon Black communities (and many others) and the harm done by generations of White policy makers (and those who abetted them). The writing is simple. Basic, even. Definitions are stated and then restated. The repetition can be a bit much! But Kendi is educating people. Repetition is important when teaching. This is not my favorite style of writing but guidebooks rarely feature exciting prose. What is exciting are the ideas. The best sort of travel books feature the writers themselves, going on a journey. And so this travel book, this guidebook, features the journey that Kendi himself went on to become an antiracist. We learn a lot about him, step by step. He literalizes the personal made political. As a mixed-race queer guy who is trying to support the implementation of antiracist policies at my workplace, this book really helped me out. That may sound like a limp way to end this so-called review, but it's also the basic truth. I read it for a work book club, a pleasant activity in my weekly work load - work that often involves heavy emotions, oppressed communities, poverty, disease, death. Despite its anger, this book often functioned as a sort of healing tonic for all of that. Looking forward is a healing activity. Some of these ideas have resonated with me in ways that I hope will impact my agency's push for positive change, internally and externally, personally and professionally. Lots of important lessons to be learned here. Everything is a work in progress. PROGRESS NOTES ✍ What I particularly loved:- Kendi's personal story. awesome to read about him growing up, and all about his parents' lives - the opportunity to re-examine my own definitions of "racist" and "racism". Kendi has a surprising stance on this that challenges me, in a good way. I'm more comfortable with the idea that racism = prejudice + power (i.e. Blacks cannot be considered racist in the current U.S. system). Kendi is not so comfortable with that definition; he's more old school: racism can be displayed by any race (including internalized racism, of course). - segregation vs. assimilation vs. antiracism: feels so true. we talk about this during work trainings - the perspective on biological racism and the idea that "race" is both a construct and a reality. too often people choose one or the other when both can be true - history re. slavery and how there are two different eras of slavery: multiracial slavery across all ethnicities, followed by a focused enslavement of Africans - history re. how the term "microagression" came about - crime rates linked to unemployment rates rather than crime rates linked to demographics. YES! - history re. the SAT. I would really like to read a whole book on why standardized testing is problematic. such an unknown to me. I'm reminded about how many of my peers and I are committed to the idea of hiring people based on life experiences rather than on college degrees. the idea of there being a standardized assessment of intelligence and therefore capability has always been suspect to me. - Kendi's focus on individuals not groups is admirable. totally with him on that - I'm an admirer of the Black contrarian John McWhorter but oh boy Kendi is not! Had to chuckle when Kendi reminded me of McWhorter's foolish statement that the U.S. was now post-racial since Obama was elected. Oh John, I love you but you're never gonna live that one down. - had to LOL at Kendi's comparison of Blacks bleaching their skin with Whites using tanning beds! Not sure I agree but I love the comparison, mainly because I can't stand either ridiculous activity. pale is beautiful, dark is beautiful, right? - the back to back chapters WHITE and BLACK are incredible. so eye-opening and powerful. I admire how Kendi positions his own changing feelings, his mistakes and his epiphanies, as a battle between anti-Black racism, anti-White racism, and antiracism. the humility on display and the willingness to describe his mistakes are so real. I love how anti-White Fragility/Robin DiAngelo these chapters are, with his attack on "conflating the entire race of White people with racist power". Even more, I really love how he's challenged me to reject my own ideas on how Blacks can't be racist due to lacking systemic power because then I am actually, literally, saying that Black people don't have power enough to be racist against other Black people - for example, by supporting institutionalized racism and racist processes (e.g. certain voter suppression tactics). Which is also, even more importantly, ignoring the power that many Black people have attained in this country. And that is then... disempowering Black people and their many continuing accomplishments. Which is not something I will be doing from now on. Didn't expect this book to so fully shift my paradigm on that definition. - I should also note that the above ideas are by no means Kendi defending the problematic phrase "reverse racism" - a phrase which so far has yet to appear. The focus is mainly on how Blacks can also oppress other Blacks due to internalized racism, and capitulation to and support of white supremacist structures. Happily, there is nothing in these chapters admonishing Black people to be nicer to White people, as some fools on Twitter appear to think. - Interesting take on Elizabeth Warren's definition of capitalism! Basically he is saying that what she is espousing - capitalism should have fair market rules and benefits - is not actually "capitalism" but is something else entirely, a new thing that has yet to exist. I don't really agree, but I love the argument, it's eye-opening. - very enjoyable review of classic intersectionalism. glad that chapter didn't delve too deeply into modern intersectionalism (I have issues with it. or maybe just issues lol). LOVED the number of times my idol Audre Lorde was mentioned in this and the following chapter. - super inspiring take on queer antiracism. appreciated that Kendi owned his prior homophobia. always nice to see straight men address this topic & be allies. And I really respect that Kendi identifies as a queer antiracist. Reminds me of some of my own very crush-worthy straight friends. Be still my beating heart! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ - fascinating chapter titled FAILURE that focuses on the idea that the "race problem" is rooted in "powerful self-interest" and not in hate or ignorance. This is institutional versus individual racism. Kendi posits that a true activist wields power and creates or forces policy change, and that a demonstration is weaker than a protest. He argues that reaching hearts & minds, educating racists out of ignorance, is not the logical first step in creating change. Creating policy that forces change and upends racist structures is the true path. Of course this echoes MLK's own thoughts. I'm reminded of Van Jones' successful work to have the Trump White House and the Republican-led Senate approve criminal justice reform legislation via the First Step Act. This was a particularly powerful and illuminating chapter. -Emotional and moving last couple chapters as he focuses on the anger leading to action springing from the murder of Trayvon Martin, and on how his and his wife's dual cancer diagnoses compelled him to look at racist policies as a cancer and so to refocus away from confronting individual racism and towards bringing down institutional racism and the policies that support it. What I didn't love so much/food for thought:- Kendi's pushing back on "microagression". Is it simply racist abuse and should be called out as such? I dunno. I don't love the idea but I don't hate it? food for thought. - he's pretty judgmental regarding his parents' decision to take "mainstream" jobs instead of remaining activists - I'm really challenged by the idea of "cultural relativity" being the essence of cultural antiracism. despite being a committed multiculturalist, I still think there are norms that all cultures must ascribe to, at least to be considered cultures that truly respect their people. Norms around treatment of women, children and norms around freedom of movement, expression. etc. Cultural relativity will often excuse oppressive behavior in its perhaps too-liberal attempt to not be seen as racist. - not in love with this quote: "As long as the mind oppresses the oppressed by thinking their oppressive environment has retarded their behavior, the mind can never be antiracist." I don't think it makes complete sense to not recognize that oppressive environments often do not encourage growth. Hard to think outside of the box when you are struggling to survive in that box. But it's also true that challenging environments can often produce vital communities, art, individuals, music, movements. Hmm, more food for thought. - I don't think capitalism & racism are necessarily conjoined twins (love the metaphor though, one he uses poetically throughout the chapter). I guess I'm not an anticapitalist? I subscribe to Warren's ideals on what capitalism could be. - Some mixed feelings about how Kendi is so against integration efforts. When thinking back on on Kendi's central position that everything should be considered as either racist or antiracist, I'm surprised to realize that despite how much I admired this book, I still don't buy into that thesis. I don't think every idea (or policy or practice or activity or action) is either antiracist or racist. I just don't believe in such reductive binaries. And I refuse to believe that everything is always about or impacts race. Even though this is one of his foundational ideas, I'm also somewhat surprised that Kendi himself engages in this sort of binary thinking e.g. check out the last quote I included, my favorite one. I don't want to end on a critical note because overall I loved this book, so here's some Great quotes:"Black people are apparently responsible for calming down the fears of violent cops in the way women are supposedly responsible for calming the sexual desires of male rapists. If we don't, then we are blamed for our own assaults, our own deaths." "One of racism's harms is the way it falls on the unexceptional Black person who is asked to be extraordinary just to survive - and, even worse, the Black screwup who faces the abyss after one error, while the White screwup is handed second chances and empathy." "Antiracism means separating the idea of a culture from the idea of behavior. Culture defines a group tradition that a particular racial group might share but that is not shared among all individuals in that racial group or among all racial groups." "White racists do not want to define racial hierarchy or policies that yield racial inequities as racist. To do so would be to define their ideas and policies as racist." "Like every other racist idea, the powerless defense underestimates Black people and overestimates White people. It erases the small amount of Black power and expands the already expansive reach of White power." "The pathological ghetto made pathological people, assimilationists say. To be antiracist is to say the political and economic conditions, not the people, in poor Black neighborhoods are pathological. Pathological conditions are making the residents sicker and poorer while they strive to survive and thrive, while they invent and reinvent cultures and behaviors that may be different but never inferior to those of residents in richer neighborhoods." and my favorite quote: "To be antiracist is to recognize there is no such thing as the 'real world,' only real worlds, multiple worldviews." ...more |
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Well I suppose it was a good thing that the friends Truman Capote chose to publicly betray and humiliate were mainly a bunch of high society matrons (including one on her deathbed from cancer) because otherwise I think someone might have gotten his ass kicked. Deservedly. Name dropping. Name dropping. Name dropping. Name dropping. Name dropping! Reading this was like being forced to spend a weekend with some long-winded, pretentious air-quoter who glories in dropping the names of all of his famous friends and acquaintances - most of whom I've never heard of - while also doing his gossipy, petty best to trash each of them completely, on the most repulsively personal of levels. I've had to deal with such weekends, it's not fun. Just like this book: not fun. I wanted sparkling, somewhat malicious wit, not an open-mouthed deep dive into the sewers led by a person who loves talking shit. This was a particularly sad and frustrating experience because prior to this book, Capote had talent to burn. Some of his stories are amazing. I read his classic In Cold Blood way back in college and it still stays with me, his ability to get inside a head, that calm mastery of his effects, the indelible prose. The intensity, the tension, the restraint. But burn that talent he did, and how. Capote certainly didn't do things by halves. There is the ghost of a vaguely intriguing idea in this incomplete set of linked novellas, but it is totally lost in the toxic crap. The last one "La Côte Basque" is possibly the single most tediously bitchy story I've ever had the displeasure of reading. It is also the story that ruined Capote: his friends all understandably turned their backs on him after being vilified in print, and he sunk into a pit of alcohol, drugs, and a particularly Capote-esque stew of megalomania and depression. Karmic payback's a bitch, much like Capote. I shed a theoretical tear for the talent lost but certainly not for the man himself. ...more |
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| Democracy is an interesting, even laudable, notion and there is no question but that when compared to Communism, which is too dull, or Fascism, whi Democracy is an interesting, even laudable, notion and there is no question but that when compared to Communism, which is too dull, or Fascism, which is too exciting, it emerges as the most palatable form of government. This is not to say that it is without its drawbacks - chief among them being its regrettable tendency to encourage people in the belief that all men are created equal.I respond well to Fran Lebowitz because snark snark snark snark snark. Snark snark snark snark snark snark, snark snark snark is the beginning of a lifelong romance. Snark snark snark snark is big enough snark snark snark snark. And so overall this book was snark snark. Her curmudgeonly snark snark snark on life made me snark snark snark. Snark snark, snark, snark snark, snark snark snark her disinterest in respecting anyone including herself was snark snark snark. Snark snark snark snark a bit hard to take snark snark snark - as it can be snark snark snark sarcastic assholes snark snark snark. So small doses of Snark Snark snark snark snark snark. This book was often quite snark, snark snark "snark" snark snark around race and class. Snark snark snark snark snark snark hypocritical society snark snark the puncturing of all pretensions snark snark snark snark snark, overall it was snark snark, snark to read. * People (a group that in my opinion has always attracted an undue amount of attention) have often been likened to snowflakes. This analogy is meant to suggest that each is unique - no two alike. This is quite patently not the case. People, even at the current rate of inflation - in fact, people especially at the current rate of inflation - are quite simply a dime a dozen....more |
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Lots of fun, except it's not. Reads like a parody, except it's not. *Dies* [image] Wolff is a lively raconteur, to say the least. "Sardonic" is just Lots of fun, except it's not. Reads like a parody, except it's not. *Dies* [image] Wolff is a lively raconteur, to say the least. "Sardonic" is just the beginning for him. Overall this was an enjoyable read, if reading about how low your country can go could ever be considered enjoyable. But hey I'm not a big fan of the world in general, so I will find my pleasures where I can. I pretty much read this like I read fiction because that's the most enjoyable way for me to read nonfiction. Did the story captivate me? Yes. How was the writing? A solid 3 stars, I liked it. Did the book resonate? I suppose it did, to an extent. But this is coming from a guy who still can't believe that Trump was elected in the first place. Part of my job is in public policy; I also work with people who are often fucked over by various governments... I need to create some distance when I'm off work time. And so the only way I can stay upbeat in this fucked up world - being all too familiar with the actual results of decisions made by various malicious idiots in power - is to create some layers between me and this world's leaders. And so I view them through a reality tv lens. Don't shame me, I'm already ashamed. Anyway, on that note, Jarvanka versus Bannon was delicious. Really the best ongoing narrative (mainly due to Russia collusion narrative being dull and predictable; I mean seriously, am I supposed to be surprised?)... those three are hilar. The story of how they divided the White House and battled for Trump's attention was like watching a cross between reality tv show Big Brother and some very serious HBO prestige drama about ego-based battles for dominance, delivered with shades of Larry David and um Fellini. Also I just youtubed the amazing battle royale of Jake Tapper (wonderfully suave and condescending) versus Stephen Miller (hilariously stoned cretin) and that was equally amusing. Am I even living in the real world? This can't be the real world. *Dies* But back to the book... the ongoing question of whether Trump is mentally ill or just an idiot was fun. But also not. Sorta like the whole book! [image] ...more |
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A unique experience! So much more than a cookbook, The Taste of Country Cooking is a sweetly contemplative and often elegiac travelogue through Lewis'
A unique experience! So much more than a cookbook, The Taste of Country Cooking is a sweetly contemplative and often elegiac travelogue through Lewis' life as a girl in Freetown, Virginia, a farming community founded by freedmen including the author's grandfather. It is hard to do justice to the moving quality of the writing, which manages to be both matter-of-fact (the post-butchering preparation of a hog carcass is described quite clearly) and lyrical (portraits of her mother cooking, the smells of fruits and slow cooking, her long summer days with her many siblings, a child's wonder at life's busyness and bounty). Lewis structures the cookbook by season, describing the high points of each and how the changing of seasons impacted farming life and the food that came to her table. Sections and subsections start with recollections about each time of year, as well as key events such as Sheep-Shearing Day, Wheat-Harvesting Day, Sunday Revival, Race Day, Emancipation Day, and Christmas Eve. Many of the individual recipes include snatches of history about this or that vegetable and how they came to her community, or how a certain cut of meat tastes compared to other cuts. She describes life on this Freetown farming settlement as an almost utopian place of hard work, plentiful food, generous friends and family, a strong sense of community, and a true partnership with nature. This was an immersive experience and I soon came to live in this special place and time. And it was just that for Lewis: a very specific place and time: her past. At the age of 16, after the death of her father, she struck out on her own to New York City where she worked in many different jobs (including three hours as a laundress), became something of a bohemian and socialite as well as an ardent radical, eventually married Harlem communist spokesman Steve Kingston, and formed a 50/50 partnership with the fabulous international antiques dealer John Nicholson. And so through the late '40s to the mid-'50s, she was chef and partner at what would become the renowned and very au courant author-magnet named Cafe Nicholson. Many years later- with a number of stops and starts along the way - she authored a series of cookbooks that eventually positioned her as one of the foremost authorities on Southern cooking. Edna Lewis passed away in 2006 at 90 years of age. In 2014, she was commemorated in stamp form by the U.S. Postal Service. I came to learn of her recently, on episode six of Top Chef's 14th season. All that said, perhaps the many remembrances and pictures of life in Freetown painted by Lewis have such an elegiac quality to them because she spent a mere one-sixth of her storied life in that setting. The Taste of Country Cooking is a splendid cookbook, of course, but it is also a portrait of a bygone life and an era long past. Fond wistfulness suffuses this lovely and poignant book. [image] [image] Sad to say, it is unlikely that I will make many of these recipes because I really feel that the flavors that Lewis so beautifully describes will only come after using ingredients fresh from garden and field (or - during winter months -from the bounty that comes from home-canning), meat from animals that roam free on a country farm, food foraged or hunted or fished within the forest and streams surrounding her community farm, and then cooked over wood-burning stoves and hearths. That said, there were still a good number that seemed doable, including: > Skillet Scallions > Lentil and Scallion Salad > Scalloped Potatoes (featuring beef broth rather than dairy) > Pan-fried Oysters > Virginia Fried Chicken with Browned Gravy > Pan-fried Chicken with Cream Gravy > Chicken Gelatine (recipe looks more tasty than its title!) > Blueberry Sauce > Caramel Pie But as delicious as they may sound, the recipes are scarcely the point of The Taste of Country Cooking. This is a book about nature and a certain community and times past. I had a wonderful experience getting to know my new friend Edna, traveling with her back to her youth and through some of her earliest, most precious memories. ...more |
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angry dark corrosive self-lacerating; stark sad lonely contemplative; the road the theater the restrooms the back alleys; driven diseased desperate de
angry dark corrosive self-lacerating; stark sad lonely contemplative; the road the theater the restrooms the back alleys; driven diseased desperate despairing... these four stories, these four personal narratives put on display a hungry heart and an even hungrier dick - fully illustrated by very graphic, very haunting black and white drawings with blurred and shadowy line work - a heart and a dick and an emptiness and a need, four things that drove him out to the streets and inwards to himself, lashing himself and lashing out; his early life as a pre-teen and then teenage prostitute scarring him irrevocably but also providing fuel for his creative rage, a rage and a lust that is somehow so childlike - fully embraced by the children's book that holds these stories - and yet something so old because terrible experiences can age a man, can make his outlook blurred and his world a shadowy place, can make him embrace death... and yet he lived, to embrace the ugly as beautiful, as real, he lived to write and rage and to comfort and mourn and most of all, he lived to tell... and then he died, before his time. rest in peace, David Wojnarowicz, you broken man who survived your breaking and showed your wounds for all the world to see, rest in peace you beautiful soul, one of my first inspirations; you taught me so much. [image] ...more |
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of all the genres I dabble in, Queer Fiction is the one where I often have the most issues with what I am reading. maybe because I am a bad, disloyal
of all the genres I dabble in, Queer Fiction is the one where I often have the most issues with what I am reading. maybe because I am a bad, disloyal queer? I hope that's not the case. I like to think it is because I don't have a lot of sentimentality when it comes to my queer brothers and sisters; if anything, my viewpoint is especially critical because I am also looking at myself, as a queer, with the same critical regard. or who knows, maybe it is because I live in the queer mecca of San Francisco and I'm just over it - specifically, I'm over seeing "queer" as especially different than "not queer", and I'm over seeing people defined by who they sleep with. well whatever the case may be, I came to this guide ready to be annoyed. happily, I wasn't too annoyed. this is an interesting book, even a challenging one at times. although a bit predictable as well. I want to get the predictable part out of the way first. so by now I'm sure everyone's familiar with or has at least heard of the "Queer Eye"... maybe from the old Bravo show, but hopefully more along the lines of looking at supposedly straight things and seeing the hidden meaning, the secret text, the signs & wonders of what is being looked at - and recognizing the queerness there. and so various classic musicals and cheap sword & sandal epics are queered. macho sports like football can be queered. everything from Flaubert to Art Deco to the entire filmography of Parker Posey can be queered. and hey I just queered the biblical phrase "signs & wonders" in this here paragraph. sorta. this guidebook does its fair share of queering the text - a fairly common gay sport. we have The Bible (tl;dnr), specifically David & Jonathan. we have Plato and Walpole and Melville and that poor repressed queen, Proust. we even have the Epic of Gilgamesh! that was a new one. but these particular essays were not particularly interesting to me; they suffered from a certain amount of silliness and shallowness. my problem was not with their basic point - i.e. these are also queer texts - but rather with the superficiality of the writing and how overemphatic the authors were when explaining their positions. fortunately those sorts of essays are in the minority. so back to why this was an interesting book. one of the hallmarks of classic Queer Fiction (and by classic, I suppose I mean Modern Classics - openly queer books written from the mid-20th century up through the 90s) is that these texts blur the line between Fiction and Personal Narrative. many classics of the genre are stories taken from their authors' lives and feature fictionalized accounts of their own trials and tribulations. being queer has often meant being rejected and so writing a book about being gay or lesbian is often writing a book where the author stakes a claim on their own identity. they are exploring their identity and what makes them who they are, through fiction. every book of fiction, queer or otherwise, is a reflection of their author in some way; because of what queers have had to deal with in their lives - especially in the 20th century - the personal is automatically made political and so queer authors are blessed (cursed?) with automatically having a story to tell. the story of their life, the story of how they came to be the person who is writing a book. the telling of that story, that combining of the author's personal life with a piece of fiction that they are writing, becomes many things: a challenge and a political stance; a personal stance and a way to share stories that emphasize the universality of experience; a rejection of the supposed Objective in favor of the Subjective; and of course a narrative where the author is not just the writer of the piece, they are a character in that piece - the book as a direct reflection and exploration of the author. meta-fiction, of sorts. I do this myself, the insertion of the author's experiences, in many of my own reviews - I have a whole shelf dedicated to those sorts of reviews. but hey, I'm a queer, so self-absorbed self-reflection and of course insertion of myself in all sorts of places comes naturally to me. ba-dum ching? anyway, I was challenged in surprising, often positive ways by many of these essays. a lot of them are personal narratives about the essay writers, their own experiences as a queer, and how the book in question impacted them on a personal level. this may not be the right guide for the reader who wants a survey of Queer Fiction. but it is a good book for those who are interested in how a book can impact a person, or how a person came to be the person who is loving or disliking the book in question. for a guidebook, it is remarkably personal and at times it reads like a series of journal entries written by a lot of very different people who have one thing in common - namely, their queerness. and so the book rises or falls on how much interest the reader has in the personality of each essay writer. it was a mixed bag for me. I was enchanted by Brian Bouldrey writing on Ronald Firbank, Jane DeLynn writing on Virginia Woolf, and Tania Katan writing on Audre Lourde - but only because I found each of these essayists to be an intriguing person in their own right. I liked their personal stories. conversely, I found Kevin Killian's, Mark Behr's and V.G. Lee's respective pieces on Rimbaud, Alice Walker, and Jeanette Winterson to be practically intolerable, probably because I didn't especially enjoy the personalities or stylistic decisions on display. there are a number of straightforward critical appreciations in the book as well. although most get rather lost in the mix of all the personal stories, my two favorite essays were actually standard book reviews. the estimable Edmund White does a splendid job writing on Marguerite Yourcenar. and Eric Karl Anderson's appreciation of Djuna Barnes' brilliant, difficult Nightwood stood out as particularly marvelous. I'll read both of those again; I'm not sure I can say the same for the rest. nonetheless, overall it was an enjoyable experience reading this book. so many voices and life stories - I felt like I was at a retreat for queer authors, listening in on their share sessions. ...more |
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see, Joan Didion is not just a super smart robot who can see through all of you silly humans and your silly reasons and your silly way of going about
see, Joan Didion is not just a super smart robot who can see through all of you silly humans and your silly reasons and your silly way of going about doing the silly things you do... see, she has a heart too! here's the proof.
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he picked up a book. he read the book. it was him all over. the best version of himself! and the worst. [image] what is postmodernism, really? is it he picked up a book. he read the book. it was him all over. the best version of himself! and the worst. [image] what is postmodernism, really? is it a way to understand the world, to define the world, to separate yourself from the world... when you are actually a part of that world? a part of the so-called problem? you want to put a layer between you and the world. you are so much apart from it, right? an unwilling participant in all of those repulsive patriarchal and terminally corny signs and signifiers, things that disgust you, it's not fair, just because you happen to have the misfortune to be born straight & white & male and, as they say, privileged. you need the distance, the alienation, the angst of being someone, something, anything, apart... because you know you are different. right? you just know it. you enjoy things and yet you don't enjoy them, you enjoy not enjoying them, your layer of hipster irony protects you and maybe fulfills you. and you will never admit that. you self deprecate, in your own egotistical way. you are the boss of you; no one can take that away. everything is so corny and full of bullshit, surely they must see that. and yet there must be truth there, if you look for it. you tell yourself that. you write a book, a great book about life and love and living and loving, etc. you write a book, or imagine yourself writing a book. it is not this book. this book is all about the unimportant things, the annoying things, the fake shit and all the bullshit. does it satisfy you? not really. so you read a book. you feel better. let the irony take over, it comforts you. you are not angry, not angry at all. you laugh at all that fake shit, all the bullshit. angry is a hot emotion. you don't feel those, at least not anymore. [image] you go to a movie set. Lost Highway. you try to keep an open mind but it is all fake, it is all bullshit. there are too many assholes in the world! and yet the director at the center of it all is not fake, he is not bullshit, he's not an asshole. does he understand something about life that you do not? what does he understand, what does he know? you want to know. he is just being himself, and you don't understand that. or maybe you do. it all makes you deeply uncomfortable. you go to a fair; you go on a cruise. both are depressing. but funny! the kind of funny that you can only sheepishly admit. perhaps you are a part of the problem; it is people who look just like you who created this world that you despise. you try to enjoy the fair. you try to enjoy the cruise. you take enjoyment from your lack of enjoyment. you write a book, a collection of short works, at times even a "personal narrative". that's the phrase, right? you personally inject yourself into the narrative, into this ridiculous world. you feel better! but not really. fuck this life. fuck this earth. there is only one way to live in this life and that is through the glass of irony, a postmodern form of protection, the strongest barrier, it will protect you, just breathe, you know you can do it, it's not so bad, [image] . my name is mark. i'm not white, not really, only half-white, does that count as white? i don't feel white, however that feels. i am bisexual, no really. i veer gay if that it makes it easier to swallow. oh and i wasn't born in this country, this U.S. of fucking A. and hey, what's money? i've never had it; i'll never get it. and who the fuck is David Foster Wallace? i dunno. he's some dude that everyone jacks off to, apparently. [image] i have a friend named Benji - a golden lad (at least in my mind; i look at him through the lense of my very first impression, forever ingrained). he is nothing like DFW. once he talked about how he doesn't see race or class or sexuality, because he's never had to. he was raised by good progressives; he was raised to love life. nice life! he talked about how he wished everyone could be like him, not white or straight or a guy or from money or whatever, but able to look at things like they were and not let all the bullshit get them down, and so just live. not assign guilt or blame, just to understand, or try to, and then move on. not judge. you know, it should be easy, life should be easy, why isn't it? i listened to him say these things and i thought i wish. i wish i could be that way. you are so naive, Benji. i fucking hate you. i fucking love you. DFW is the opposite of Benji. and yet, and yet... is the difference merely a question of awareness? of critical distance? i can't imagine being a person like Benji, being that blithe. now Benji could enjoy a county fair, an awful cruise, he could enjoy it without irony i think. certainly without that underlying feeling of sadness and, yep, i won't pretend, without the condescending irritation at the futility of all these fucking gestures, the fake shit and the bullshit, the power imbalances, the need to make form equal meaning. i love Benji but i'm not sure i understand him. so why do i understand David Foster Wallace? he is nothing like me. he is like Benji. straight white male; money: not a problem. what do i have in common with David Foster Wallace? nothing. the idea is ludicrous. and yet, and yet... why do i read him and feel like i am reading my own thoughts, right there on the page? my own thoughts, staring back at me. ...more |
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The latest soul-crunching compilation from DJ MF has dropped! DJ MF is a Poitiers-based electronic-music producer known for bringing an undiluted sound The latest soul-crunching compilation from DJ MF has dropped! DJ MF is a Poitiers-based electronic-music producer known for bringing an undiluted sound of the underground to new audiences. From his work as a founding member of the infamous History of Systems of Thought Crew to his groundbreaking solo work, DJ MF (born Michel Foucault) has always been known for shattering genre conventions while moving crowds everywhere from France to California's famed UC Berkeley Club. From his breakthrough 1961 hit “Android Porn” off the album Madness and Civilization to the innovative bangers comprising his latest e.p. History of Sexuality (Alpha Pulp), DJ MF continues to hybridize hip-hop, dubstep, dancehall, social theory, postmodernism, poststructuralism, a Nietzschean systematization of the genealogy of morality, and prolly lotz of other off-the-hook dope ass shit with his usual face-melting panache and cock rockin roll bravado. Get Crunked With DJ MF Now! [image] TRACK LIST 1. "I'm Just Misunderstood by Fascist Capitalist Society Please Defend My Actions a Century Later" by Talking Heads 2. "It Hurts Inside My Mind Oh What a Postmodern Puzzle" by John Cage 3. "Say Hello to My Little Friend the Pruning Hook" by Kraddy 4. "Must Kill Mommy Cause Mommy Was Mean to Me & Daddy" by Suicidal Tendencies 5. "Better Kill Sister Too (Women Confuse Me)" by Sonic Youth 6. "Wish I Could Kill All Women" by Miles Davis 7. "Mon Frere Le Petit Pédé! Mourir, Pédé, Mourir!!" by Pussy Tourette 8. "So Yeah I Left Daddy Alive/Whatever, I Do What I Wanna Do I'm Pierre Riviere" by The Ramones 9. "EVERYONE HAS PROBLEMS" by John Zorn 10. "Where there is desire, the power relation is already present." by Queen & David Bowie 11. “People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don't know is what what they do does.” by Johnny Paycheck 12. "An Obscure Murder Case Shall Prove My Thesis So Suck It Salopes" by Steve Reich [image] ...more |
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What is the Bilderberg Group? Is it a self-interested but vaguely benevolent private club composed of international movers & shakers who co [image] What is the Bilderberg Group? Is it a self-interested but vaguely benevolent private club composed of international movers & shakers who come together annually to discuss "government and politics, finance, industry, labour, education and communications"? Or is it a nefarious group of power brokers and nation breakers - the Secret Rulers of the World? Who is David Icke? Goofy New Age conspiracy nut who believes our leaders actually belong to 1 of 16 sinister alien-reptile species? Or a misunderstood questioner of the powers that be? Who is Ku Klux Klansman Thom Robb? Who is Omar Bakri Muhammad? Who is Ian Paisley? What really happened on Ruby Ridge? But most important to me as a reader... who is Jon Ronson? Is Jon Ronson a semi-comic journalist, author, and documentarian who has made a career out of puncturing various blowhards - in particular self-important politicians and freaky cult-style leaders? Is Jon Ronson a passive milquetoast who quivers in fear at the slightest threat? Is he an obnoxiously "neutral" and unusually self-absorbed member of the press corps... the sort of ruthlessly clueless reporter who would forget about pulling a kid out of burning car just so that he could take some cool snaps... the kind of hopelessly naive person who pretends that no one is truly capable of enacting evil - after all, you just gotta look under the surface and we're all just silly, harmless humans who couldn't hurt a fly, right? Or is Jon Ronson simply an adorable wet kitty cat? [image] This collection of anecdotes focusing on the "human elements" of various controversial figures and groups - with a brief but poignant (and ultimately infuriating) stop-off into the world of Ruby Ridge - is fast-paced and consistently amusing. I really appreciated the humanization of the assorted extremists - it fit right into my cynical-but-basically-humanistic perspective. People ARE funny. And even villains are people too, right? They have their little human foibles. No person is all bad or all good and everyone has their personal context and everyone is three-dimensional blah blah blah. This has been a surprisingly popular book for a couple groups of friends. So let me talk about them for a little bit. These friends are: semi college educated & college educated & college - yeah right; work with their hands (so to speak), or not - but not office drones either; somewhat anti-intellectual; staunchly pro-human rights; semi hard-drinkin' family men... the kind of assortment of social work & blue collar & non-corporate, hates-all-politicians kind of guys who form a surprisingly large portion of the Democratic Party's backbone. Factor in youths spent in various alternate subcultures and you have in some ways an ideal audience for this novel. In an engagingly sardonic and self-effacing style, the book reveals who the assholes are and how fucked up governments are and points out the hypocrisy of certain extremists - fun stuff. Heads nod in agreement, including mine. And under all the mild snark and comfy irony is an almost sweetly idealistic theme of "people are just people". Awww, shucks. Unlike my friends, I'm a Queer White Collar Nerd. But I doubt that that has anything to do with my different reaction. My friends are not naive (and, I should add, they are awesome), so maybe I'm just more of a prick. Whatever the reason may be, I didn't enjoy this as much as everyone else did. I really wonder why. This book annoyed me, sometimes even disgusted or angered me - but not because of Them's various subjects. JON RONSON was the problem. Oops, almost forgot my meaningless Venn Diagram: [image] Anyway, I enjoyed it enough to give it 2 stars. It was fun. Cute even, at times. People and their little foibles, amused sigh. Crazy people sure are crazy, good grief! And yet they're human too, my goodness! Funny crazy humans! Eyeroll. I have some questions for you, Jon Ronson: - What is your problem with being a Jew? My God man, have some fucking pride! I'll give you this: you acknowledge your unseemly hypocrisy in buddying up with various creeps who base their careers on demonizing jewish folks and who actually fund groups whose intent is to Kill Jews. Yes, you acknowledge that practising dishonesty by omission made you feel bad. But you continued to do it! At one point you fantasize about sabatoging an effort calling for the decimation of your people. All you had to do was throw away some horrifically offensive flyers. And yet you do nothing, not the slightest thing, you just wish you could do something, and then you move on with a shrug. I'm sorry, but I'm just not cool with that. Have some courage. I don't respect wusses just because they admit that they are being a wuss. Fine, thanks for being honest - but you are still a wuss. Am I supposed to be charmed by your sheepish confessions and your continual lack of backbone? - Do you really think the Bilderberg Group is simply an overhyped bunch of harmless (albeit security-happy and obnoxiously exclusive) businessmen? Do you truly think they have had no impact whatsoever on the various events that have happened on the world stage? Are you that stunningly naive? Do you actually work for the Bilderberg Group? - Don't you believe in checking out someone's background before you go a-spyin' with him in Spain? I'll give the Good Ole Boy in question his props: he didn't seem like a complete idiot. But you didn't bother to check out the rag he edits first? You are surprised that his small-town rag published some virulently racist articles? As a journalist, you didn't think it was necessary to check out his actual work before going on a super secret spy mission with him? Do you think that just because someone is garrulous and down-to-earth that they can't be capable of doing things that are incredibly wrong? - Why didn't you mention that you had filmed a documentary on Ian Paisley prior to meeting him? You paint this scary blowhard as oh so mean to poor wittle Jon Ronson - Paisley's monstrous rudeness just comes out of nowhere. Don't you think it was at all necessary to declare your past history with the gent in question? That chapter functioned as a near hit piece... why? Sweet revenge for past insults? - Do you think that writing a narrative, reporting a story, being a documentarian... somehow lets you off the hook when it comes to basic decency? I hate frickin' excuses, and in particular I hate excuses that are trying to let someone off the hook out of doing the right thing. Case in point: you are aware that some jackasses are planning to physically and publicly humiliate a guy who you know is not a bad guy, who is not a racist or anti-semite or whatever... you know that what the jackasses are planning to do is completely unjust... the guy bares his soul to you, including all about his greatest fear: public humiliation, ON THE WAY TO WHERE THE PUBLIC ATTACK IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN... and you do nothing. Journalistic integrity, I suppose, right? Must not interfere, right? Fuck off! So it didn't turn out how the jackasses wanted it to turn out. So what? It could have - and you did nothing. I really wanted to kick your ass after that sequence. - Do you truly believe that the Fourth Estate is unbiased and objective? In your quest to understand extremists and extremism, to show the human inside the monster, to show the basic foolishness of man... have you forgotten that people actually die for their beliefs...that words and actions sometimes have meaning? Your chapter on Ruby Ridge was the only place I found genuine anger... are you afraid of anger? Are you afraid of being disgusted by people who do truly disgusting things? Is the world and all of its woes and all of its angry violent people and all of its blood and slaughter simply amusing and interesting topics to snort and smirk over? Are there truly no stakes? - Do you believe such passive engagement with the world is capable of delivering any kind of real truth? Well, at least the kind of truth that I can understand. "Objectivity"... Neutrality. Goddamn I hate that bullshit. Feh! Grow up, man. No one is truly neutral. Everything is subjective. I could have been riveted by this book if it had had the strength to have an actual opinion. This isn't a history book, it is not clinical research or a community needs assessment - it is a personal narrative. Personal Narrative. And so No Opinions = Bullshit. Be real, don't be afraid to have some opinions or to get a little hardcore. To be yourself. To be angry that there are a bunch of fucked-up things going on in the world, all the time, throughout time. I'd much rather have that pissed-off messiness than this determinedly amusing, blandly pleasant, roll over & die softcore truthiness. ...more |
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