Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Strategy in Three Steps: Promise, Principles + Tactics

Purists might argue that putting Tactics into strategy is incorrect.  However, I found this little nugget of wisdom in Chris Potts’ book fruITion.  I was so taken with it that I’ve begun using this simple tool and have been thrilled with the results.

First about the book:

fruITion is a wonderfully written allegorical text that chronicles the brief and brilliant development of an IT strategy and the trasformation of the CIO into a true business leader.  Potts has mastered the cluetrain ideal of writing in narrative and this makes for a most unusual IT or business book.  The strength of this approach is that the lessons and observations stay with you very readily.  Unlike other tomes where I am constanly looking up the good ideas again and again, I “internalized” the concepts from fruITion.  One of these concepts was this simple Promise, Principles, Tactics construction of strategy.

Now on to strategy and how I applied it:

Promise is the commitment that the individual/owner/project sponsor/whomever is responsible for the strategy (as Potts would say whomever is the strategy) makes to the company/business/organization/patron/etc.  This commitment is usually given in exchange for some consideration — like a budget or continued employment.

Principles are those ideas, mores, concepts, etc that guide the decision making and execution of the strategy.  These might concern themselves with how capital is accessed and used, labor, open source, partnerships, etc.  But these are themes and considerations, not necessarily yeses and noes.  They are the things you balance when considering options or next steps.

Tactics are threads that lead to Strategic Next Actions (see Sally McGhee — mebbe I’ll blog on that some day).  They are results to be achieved or things to do.  They are developed and considered in balance with the Principles.  These are the actions that you take to implement your Strategy.

Review, update, repeat.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Book Review: A Promise for Breanna *Win a Free Copy!*

Title: A Promise for Breanna

Author: Al Lacy

Publisher’s Synopsis: The Angel of Mercy series follows the adventures of certified medical nurse Breanna Baylor as she seeks to serve her fellow man and restore her relationship with her true love-John Stranger of the Journeys of the Stranger series-in the post-Civil War West. A Promise for Breanna finds the heroine face to face with Frank Miller, the man who once broke her heart and led her to mistrust men, sabotaging her relationship with John Stranger. Suspense, danger, romance, and spiritual truth each play a part in this compelling story that draws readers into the life of an angel of mercy.

As popular as Al Lacy is, I’ve never read anything by him before this book.  From what I understand, this is the introductory book in a splinter series from one of Mr. Lacy’s other series.

I’ll be brutally honest, I rolled my eyes way too much in the beginning of this book.  At the risk of sounding like an impossible to please twit, I think Mr. Lacy needs to stick to writing action and back off the romance.  While the story, once it got started anyway, is engaging, interesting, and full of scenarios that are not only plausible but exciting, the romance left much to be desired.  If I never read another line that makes me want to break out in My Darling Clementine, it’ll be much too soon.

The exception was a character that I’d love to read more about.  Rip Clayson’s romance was real, readable, and refreshingly free of obnoxious endearments, and repeated dream scenes left over from silent films (can you say Don Lockwood from Singing in the Rain? I love you, I love you, I love you….  no wait, that’s too free from the sappy drivel I had to endure).  The sweet romance between Rip and his young woman (won’t give away by giving her name) was so realistic that it’s hard to imagine that both were written by the same man.  Our heroine receives a– oh wait.  Let me quote the scene you get to read so many times…

“Oh John!  I love you, I love you!  I made such a horrible mistake that day in Wichita when I sent you out of my life.  I knew it before you were even out of sight, but it was too late.  Please forgive me, John!  Oh I’ve prayed so long and so hard that the Lord would bring you to me so I could tell you how sorry I am and how very much I love you!  I’ve been so–”

John’s forefinger was on her lips.  “Hush, darling.  You don’t have to do this.  All that matters is that I know you love me as I love you… that we can have each other.  There’s nothing to forgive.”

I won’t go on… Well, honestly, I can’t.  How can a man write a story about gunslingers, gamblers, plucky women who brave the wilds of the west in their quest to reach California, spunky nurses who will do anything to save a life– including fighting in Indian raids and take on a lustful chief… How can a man who in one section gives you a genuine tender moment between two dear people, turn around and nauseate you with drivel like that up there.  It’s in the book at least three times… I’m pretty sure it’s there more than four.  The same words.  Every. Time.  Blessedly, she’s awakened a few times cutting it short.

My only other objection is the evangelism our heroine does.  I don’t object to the idea… I’m quite fond of evangelism myself.  However, aside from certain theological issues, the conversation is rushed, stilted, and the conclusions are a bit too “sanitary” for lack of better words.  In my experience in discussing salvation with the unsaved, you don’t just tell them Jesus loves them a few times and the people suddenly “get it”.  His conversion scenes with Curly were much better than the others in the book, but honestly, it left a lot to be desired.

I feel horrible writing this.  I mean, when I first started reading, I told my friend, “I feel like an arrogant jerk, but I’m a better writer than this guy.  How is he so popular?”   Well, having gotten into the book, I can see how.  Al Lacy creates characters that come alive on the page.  You can see their nose wrinkle with distaste, their eyes sparkle with amusement, and their personalities shine throughout the stories.  I like who he writes about (and I’m pretty sure he didn’t end a sentence in a preposition!).   I also liked his plot.  It was truly interesting– much to my surprise to tell the truth.  I just think perhaps it’d be better if he left out most of the romance and had a few conversations with people uninterested in Jesus.  Talk to them… listen to them… see what makes them reach and reject.  I have a feeling those scenes would become as alive and interesting as girls taken hostage at gunpoint.  Oh that was probably my most favorite scene of all.

Finally, there is one scene that tugged at my heart in a way that no other scenes did or ever could.  There’s an Indian raid… we don’t see that one, thankfully, but when the wagon train comes upon it after fire and bloodshed, a man finds a young girl… in bushes… alongside a river… and she has hazel eyes.  On top of that, this story takes place in Wyoming.  They mentioin Fort Bridger…  Just like the song Dad used to sing about California Joe.

…You’ve all heard tell of Bridger
I used to ride with Jim.
And many a hard day’s scouting
I’ve done by the side of him.
Well once near old Fort Reno
A trapper used to dwell
We called him old Pap Reynolds
The scouts all knew him well

One night in the spring of fifty
We camped on Powder River
We killed a calf of buffalo
And cooked a slice of liver
While eating well contented
WE heard three shots or four
Put out the fires and listened

… We heard a dozen more.
To save was our desire.
Too late the painted heathens (please no offended PC comments… this is from the 1800’s)
Had set the house on fire.

We unhitched our horses quickly
And waded up the stream
While close beside the water’s edge
I heard a muffled scream
And there among the bushes
A little girl did lie
I picked her up and whispered
I’ll save you or I’ll die…

…One month had flown and Maggie
We called her hazel eyes…

Can I recommend the book unreservedly?  No.  Am I sorry I read it?  Again, no.  I started reading this book praying about how I’d review it.  I don’t want to write a review that says, “this is drivel; don’t bother,” but neither do I want to lie and pretend to like something I didn’t.  So, absolute honesty here.  If you can ignore a little bad evangelizing and over dramatized romancing, get the book.  The story, aside from my previous caveats, is really a fascinating piece of fiction… and I don’t generally like “Westerns.”  His characters alone are well worth the time you’ll spend reading it.

And… in the continual spirit of funness… I’m giving this copy to one of the commenters!  (and I have 2 others to ship so if you’re waiting for a book from me, sorry!!!  I’ve been ill!)  Just leave a comment and I’ll draw names sometime next weekend.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Mr. Impossible by Loretta Chase

Every so often I need the equivalent of a palate cleansing course in a meal when it comes to books. I keep a re-read pile for a good reason, it’s there that I find just the perfect ‘flavor’ to clean my taste buds and remind what really good writing is all about. Last month I re-read Lord Perfect. This month I chose another Carsington novel, Mr. Impossible. All I can say is thank heavens for Loretta Chase.

Rupert Carsington is the ne’er do well son of the Earl of Hargate. Charming, brawny, carefree, affable, a man with a strong sense of right and wrong, he’s never been the brains of the family, but he’s not dullard most think. He does have a talent for attracting trouble that borders on genius and has cost his father a small fortune. Hargate cuts Rupert’s allowance off and ships his hide off to Egypt to help the consul general to do something useful for a change. Mr. Salt feels like he’s been given a terrible burden, not help! He’d like nothing more than to ship Rupert back, but then he’d likely land somewhere at the end of the Earth for annoying Lord Hargate, so he’s stuck with paying yet another bribe to get Rupert out of the Pasha’s dungeon.

Daphne Pembroke is a very wealthy young widow with a talent for languages and a thirst for hieroglyphs and finally figuring out how to translate them. In 1821 women scholars are not recognized, so Daphne’s brother, Miles Archdale, is the one who is the ‘respected scholar’ in her place. Now Miles is missing. The Caliphate of Egypt is not a safe place for Europeans. What little government there is tends to be who has the most men and weapons at any given time, currently the Turks. Fear for Miles’ life sends Daphne to the British Consul General to request aid. Mr. Salt (a genuine historical figure) sees a solution to three problems: Mrs. Pembroke is wealthy enough to buy Rupert’s way out of the dungeon. Rupert can then act as the designated ‘investigator’ to aide Mrs. Pembroke and keep her satisfied the consul is doing his job. Mr. Salt keeps the money to buy more Egyptian artifacts, his primary mission in Egypt. There is no down side here – well, except Rupert.

Rupert’s irreverent good nature and unrepentant humor seriously annoy his would be savior, Mrs. Pembroke as she barters for his release from the dungeon and she’s seriously tempted to just leave the annoying man there. He obviously hasn’t the brains to help find her brother. Finally, she buys his release, at a vastly reduced rate, and Mr. Salt tells him his one and only job is to keep Mrs. Pembroke happy, make her believe that ‘something was being done’ to locate her wayward brother – who was likely in a whorehouse or opium den. Rupert quickly realizes that Daphne is no fool and isn’t about to be put off. She drags him to Lord Noxley’s house in hopes of gaining the man’s aid.

Noxley is not at all the handsome, refined, man he seems. It’s Rupert who realizes he’s a liar and a hypocrite and dubs him ‘Noxious’, much to Daphne’s annoyance. Noxley and Frenchman Duval have a rivalry for the acquisition of antiquities and the fame and money that accompanies their discovery. Belzoni’s discoveries and the fame he garnered from them infuriated long time Egyptian scholars and experts and Noxley wants both fame and wealth. Mrs. Pembroke will bring him the wealth and her scholar brother, Miles, will bring him the fame. But much to his annoyance, Miles was grabbed by his arch competitor – France’s Duval, a 20 year veteran of Egypt and a man willing to do whatever it takes to win.

A spectacular papyrus was purchased by Miles and both Duval and Noxley are aware of it and both are convinced that Miles will be able to start deciphering hieroglyphs and discover a royal tomb whose location is said to be in the scroll. (The book is set one year before Champollion publishes his work on translations from the Rosetta Stone. Many of his language skills are given to Daphne.) Keep in mind, the kind of scientific excavating of ruins were begun by Sir Flinders Petrie in the late 1800’s, so at this point in history, especially under the control of the Turks, Egypt was something of free-for-all in the pillaging of antiquities and France and England competed with bribes, bullying and smuggling to get their prizes out of Egypt. This personal acrimony, kidnapping, and outright theft were not at all uncommon. The problem is they kidnapped the wrong sibling. Miles cannot help them. He has marginal linguistic skills at best.

Daphne is in a ‘state’, unwilling to sit around while Noxley and Rupert search, so when Rupert heads to the pyramids, Daphne goes with him. The guides abandon them at the heart of the Great Pyramid without any light. Rupert, who has a cool head, gets them out. He also quickly discovers that Daphne has a morbid fear of enclosed spaces. They are promptly arrested for murdering their guides, both of whom were found with their throats cut. The impossibility of their having done it cannot compete with the bribe placed to get them arrested. Once released, they discover Noxley has taken his famous river boat, Memmnon, south toward Thebes. Daphne is furious and fully expects Rupert to try and stop her from following Noxley. Instead, Rupert is delighted and somehow even manages to get the sheik who arrested them to commander them a fine boat with an experienced and reliable captain.

Rupert is not at all the kind of man she thought him and in the intimate confines of the boat, Daphne is unable to escape her growing attraction to Rupert. Rupert, who was immediately attracted to Daphne, just by her voice and the way she haggled over him in the dungeon. They finally give into their attraction and Daphne finally learns it’s alright to be passionate, a trait her husband berated her for.

If this all sounds very like the plot to The Mummy, it is. There are some plot tweaks and no special effects, but The Mummy and Mr. Impossible are fraternal twins right up to the ending. Rupert is not your typical Regency romance hero – aside from the tall, dark and handsome part. He’s a younger son, no wealth and plainly none coming his way as his father has cut him off, unabashedly good natured, deeply dislikes killing – even when necessary – though he does enjoy a good brawl, is utterly content with a woman smarter than he is, and delighted to she has temper. Daphne is the daughter of a vicar and the widow of another one who made her ashamed of her intelligence, her passion, her temper, and her desire for knowledge and learning. Rupert is so utterly different, she baits her to anger because he loves seeing her blazing mad. He wants her passion and admires her intelligence.

Rupert and Daphne, despite being ripped from the pages of The Mummy, are a delightful couple and their story is well written and filled with atmosphere. The entire cast of  Mr. Impossible is quite large and even secondary characters are well developed. The pacing is fast, without being breathless. All around a very good Romance read by a first rate writer.

My Grade: B+ (4.25*) ( I did deduct for the borrowing of characters and plot from The Mummy.)

Who would enjoy this book: Fans of Loretta Chase, Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory Family series, and Stephanie Laurens’s Cynster series. IMHO Chase is much better than Laurens. The rating for this book is PG-13.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Spilling a Review: Garrison's "New Atheist Crusaders"

Skinny review: Worth the read, answers problems within pop atheism and combative Christianity.

In late February, Ed tweeted about having some books available for bloggers to review.  I had him send me Becky Garrison’s “The New Atheist Crusaders and Thier Unholy Grail: The Misguided Quest to Destroy Your Faith.”  The point was for me was to read and review in on my blog, and I imagine that it was supposed to happen faster, but here goes.

I didn’t know much about Becky before reading this book.  After reading the book, I am glad that has changed.  Why? Because she is smart, witty, confessional, and has a deep love for Jesus Christ.  By the title of the book, you can expect it to be a defense of faith against the “enemy” pop-academic atheists or agnostics like Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, and people who contribute to blogs like “Why Won’t God Heal Amputees?”.  She has something to say to these people, while remaining sensitive to the sincere questioning and seeking going on by most people.

A main point of the book is that you cannot disprove the existence of God by the bad behavior of those who claim his name.  This bring the believer and unbeliever alike into the stark reality that not all who claim the name Christian have really considered what it means to follow Jesus Christ with not only thier minds but also their lives.  Garrison asks the same consideration from both those “in” and “out” of the faith: read the New Testament and consider the God that is there.  Then, ask yourself if this is what you follow.  If you want to follow this God, leave the rest behind.

I really was hesistant to read this work becasue I have been caught in the crossfire of those who have been wronged by churched Christians and those who are still finding grace in that context despite of the pain that comes through those within the instituions.  At any rate, once you catch a glimpse of the ugliness coming from both sides of the culture wars, a book with this title tends to repel you.  After all, the proverbs warn “Do not answer a fool according to his folly,
or you will be like him yourself.”  How many times have I wanted to “defend the faith”, when I could have been following Jesus by loving others instead?

However, this book seems to be more about encouraging us to join in God’s mysterious salvation and favor through a life lived with and in Christ instead of proving once and for all that aetheism sucks.  Since the church is also a great love of mine, I would like to provide this quote from Garrison as a conclusion:

As we all seek what it means to be the church in the twenty-first century, I’d love to take the New Atheists along for the ride. Maybe then they will see that we’re not black-and-white, cookie cutter, stereotypical Christians.  Rather, we’re a living, breathing body that, despite our earthly infirmities, seeks to be the embodiment of Christ here on earth.

Thanks Becky! I am better for reading it!

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

Friday, June 26, 2009

Napagastos ako kayTatang!

hay buhay. inatake na naman ako ng pagiging gastador ko.. pag may nagustuhan di mo maaawat. pag walang pera, tiyak, makakagawa ng paraan! imbes na ilaan ko na lang ang pera ko sa mga bagay na makabuluhan…..

oops! teka, hindi nga ba makabuluhan ‘tong si tatang? aba syempre makabuluhan! nag-enjoy kaya ako sa kanya. huling huli niya ang kiliti ko. mula ng mahawakan ko siya, d ko na siya binitiwan. ang kinis pa ng balat. at bihira ang ganun kagandang balat ah..

ay pabalat pala, as in cover.  dahil “si Tatang” ay isang  LIBRO na isinulat ng aking paboritong si Ricky Lee.  ito ay ang “Si Tatang at mga Himala ng Ating Panahon“. Hmm, paano ko kaya ikukuwento kung bakit bigla bigla na nman akong naglabas ng pera mula sa manipis kong pitaka.

ganito. siguro, tulad ko, ay hindi na bago sa pandinig ng ilan sa inyo ang nabanggit kong libro. kung matatandaan niyo, ito yung aklat na nagbooklaunch kamakailan sa Powerbooks, SM Megamall, kung saan nagbasa si Angel Locsin  ng ilang excerpt mula sa screenplay ng pelikulang Himala. Nagustuhan daw ni Ricky lee ang delivery ni Angel, at aun, Instant isyu na naman! pero hindi si Angel ang bida sa post na ito, kundi ang libro. kung tutuusin, kung sakaling hindi ito naging kontrobersyal dahil kay Angel, may interes pa rin ako rito. eh idol ko ba naman ang nagsulat eh. panong hindi ako bibili? pero di ko talaga akalain na ganun kabilis akong magkakaron ng kopya nito..

…pauwi ako noon galing sa school, nang maisipan kong dumaan sa National Bookstore sa cubao para tignan ang isa pang gusto kong bilhin na libro(Kapitan Sino ni Bob Ong). tapos ayun, hindi ko nakita, sold out na daw kasi eh. tapos bigla ko tuloy naalala ung ‘Si Tatang’. eh tamang tama, nasa harap ko na pala yun. eh di humugot agad ako ng isa, aba cover pa lang ulam na! at Green pa! haha. pagbuklat ko, nakita q si Nora Aunor (na hindi ko idol!). akala q tuloy tungkol sa kanya. un pala, may isang part dun na nakasulat ung buong screenplay(script) ng Himala. at hindi lang ‘yun, may mga inside stories pa sa mga tunay na pangyayari sa likod ng mga produksyon ng mga pelikula.  meron ding, short stories, reportage, interviews at reviews. oh di ba, jackpot na para sa katulad kong masscomm.

pero kung titignan mo ang presyo, kailangan mo munang jumackpot sa lotto. joke. 450 pesos ang halaga ni Tatang. eh 350 na lang pera ko, alangan namang mangutang pa ko. eh di umuwi na lang ako para kumuha ng pera at agad na tumungo sa branch ng national na mas malapit samin. at aun! sa isang iglap ay napasakin sa Tatang!

sa mga tulad kong comm student jan, o sa mga may interes sa larangang ito, bili na kayo ng Si Tatang. at kung may pera pa kayo, avail a copy of  “Trip to Quiap0(scriptwriting manual) at ang best seller na “para kay B”. siguradong marami kayong mapupulot! wow nagpromote pa. haha.

teka, kelan kaya magiging libro ang esrever? haha. nangangarap.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

When I am old I shall wear mauve...

this morning’s conversation in bed (picture, if you will, the two of us sitting up in bed drinking tea and coffee, conversing animatedly on whatever subjects float across the akasha of our mind)

Ah! Did you spot the Sanskrit word there?  “Akasha” means “space” and “chid-akasha” means “mind-space”.  But I digress.

The subject of today’s bed-tea-and-coffee-conversation was the word “mauve” and how nobody ever uses it any more (my mate Tony in Chester reckoned that only middle-aged ladies in Harrogate tea-shops ever used it.  I think he’d been reading too much Alan Bennett) and then Mark dredged up from the recesses of his memory the fact that “mauve” used to be a euphemism for “gay” (which in turn used to be a synonym for “happy” but let’s not go there.)  Then I dredged up (though with somewhat less effort) from my memory the line from “Withnail and I”:

-  He’s so mauve, we don’t know what he’s planning.

Check it out.  Great film.

Incidentally, “Withnail” is pronounced “With-nerll” with a schwa on the second vowel.  Which pretty much brings us back to where we were yesterday.

Watched the tennis.  Andy Murray through.

Today I am going to meet my new friend Claire and discover what kind of personality I have.

TTFN

PS I am reading John Peel’s autobiog, “Margrave of the Marshes” and in between bouts of affection and sadness that he’s dead, trying to analyse his highly individual writing style.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Women: Urban and rural

Women: Urban and rural (Cairo, Egypt); June 23, 2009

 

            In the previous article I focused on women in rural Said of Egypt.  This post is on Urban Cairo, the Capital of Egypt, as reported by Laurence Deonna in ” Women: Struggle of the land and of sand” in 1968 for a project “Searching for the woman”. 

            Cairo keeps assimilating increasing numbers of rural citizens.  Cairo is a metropolis of over 20 millions and increasing at a high rate. About one third of every new born will end up in Cairo.  Birth control policies, education, and facilities are not making any appreciable dent in Egypt. President Nasser called the large birth rate as “politics of rabbits”.  A young woman says “as long as I am pregnant then my husband will take care of me” When Deonna tell her that her baby might die if not taken to the hospital the girl replies “I will have another one, Inch Allah”

            Rural women have added superstitions to their heavy rural baggage; many ceremonies, traditions, and practices are pre-Islamic and of African origins. Reading current novels and social accounts you realize that society in Cairo has not changed appreciably in customs and traditions since 1968 as of the accounts of Laurence Deonna.

            The heavy international investments are not directly concerned with social improvement.  State institutions are not able to sustain the flow of immigration from rural Egypt and the high rate of birth that no laws or pressures could slow down.  The customs and traditions of rural Egypt are basically setting the tone for any kinds of reforms from the center to the periphery.  Unless reforms are focused on the peripheries then the major urban centers in Egypt will continue to drain any surplus of economic development.

 

            Women demonstrated along side men in 1919 for self-autonomy of Egypt from colonial Britain. Women snatched the right to walk unveiled on streets in 1923. Panels carried by demonstrating women in 1924 read “Educate your girls, respect your wife; a civilization is judged by the wife”.  Ceza Nabarawi was the right hand assistant of the first leader of women movement Hoda Chaarawi.  Ceza lived in Europe in her youth and refused to wear the veil when she had to be back to Egypt. Thus, she locked herself up for a month.  One windy day, Ceza had her veil and hat blown away; a kid returned them to Ceza saying “I bring your head back”.  Ceza said young girls were locked up in harem at the age of 12 (in rich urban families since peasants had to work).  Women drove out in closed carriages with heavy drapes drawn. In theaters, wood netting separated women from the public.

            Hoda Chaarawi was the daughter of a pasha who was married at age 13 to her mentor. She separated of her husband for 7 years. Hoda founded the magazine “L’Egyptienne” of her own money (father’s money) and Ceza was the editor-in-chief for 15 years; this magazine did not contain kitchen recipes or questionnaires such as “Are you sexually jealous of your girl” or “Do not forget your feet, the main seductive part of your body”. “The Egyptian women” magazine exposed their rights, political analysis, art critics, and reports on women congress that the women association attended around the world. The “Women association” attended international forums and conventions on women rights and the Palestinian problems in the thirties and forties. The magazine told stories of women conditions in Northern Africa, Iraq, Sudan, and even China.  Ceza met Gandhi in 1931 in Alexandria because the British authorities refused Gandhi to disembarque.  Gandhi handed Ceza a letter that she published praising the Egyptian women movement as the first messengers for peace and progress; the irreducible disciples for non-violence.

            Ceza and Hoda struggled for closing down the privileges of the foreigners in Egypt.  The foreigners houses could not be violated by Egyptian police forces and there were two courts of laws; one for the Egyptians and another for foreigners. In 1938, the movement held a gathering of the Middle East women in Cairo and discussed the Palestinian problem because Jews were dispatched to inhabit Palestine and form a majority.  The Palestinian problem was also discussed at length during the Copenhagen congress in 1939. The “Arab Women League” was established in 1944. The Palestinian problem was also exposed at the “International Women Alliance” in 1946. Hoda Chaarawi died in 1947, a few days after Palestine was partitioned.  Ceza founded in 1951 “Women Popular Resistance Committee” and worked for the Egyptian population to vacate the Suez Canal.

 

              Deonna is visiting the Zoo of Cairo; there are hippopotamus, Indian Elephants, and monkeys among other animals. There is a seat sculpted in stone that fitted the behind of King Farouk who had a “pleasure grotto” in the park when he was King of Egypt.  A woman decked in a long white robe is praying in the zoo. Women are more superstitious than men here; is it because women have learned to be in intimate contact with invisible forces?

            Women invoke the Imam or the Sheikh most of the time; Imam Shafeyi, dead 13 centuries ago is their favorite Imam: women line up in front of shrines asking favors; stamped letters are also sent to shrines in the present tense with the name of the sender and the name of her mother, as is the case in Pharaonic custom.  The complaints in the written messages concern mostly the treatments of mother-in-laws; retributions demanded go as far as gouging eyes of the nemesis. Many statutes of famous people are wrongly considered as representing saint “sheikhs”.

            Among the superstitions is for families to keeping secret engagement transactions for fear of the “spirits” meddling in the affair.  A young girl is readying to get wed; she dips her feet in water containing all kinds of green vegetables, a loaf of bread under her armpit, in her mouth a piece of sugar and a piece of money, and the Koran on her head with a lighted candle on top of the Koran; these things symbolize successively expectancy, food, a soft tongue, prosperity, protection and light that the wife will bring to her new home.

            Exorcism and bewitching ceremonies are common. The “sheikh tariks”, including women, are specialized in mystic and magic ceremonies; they distribute hundred of magical recipes for any kinds of condition and situation.  The “sheikh tariks” have huge influence among the superstitious citizens. 

            The “zaar” is an African ceremony practiced by women as therapeutic outlets and for exorcism purposes. In a corner incense is burned to attract “djinns”.  A dervish turns, dances, and orchestrates the ceremony.  Women pick up the dancing tempo until they lose conscious.  There are the flutist, the tambourine, and the singing specialists. Sitting on straw mats, other women are waiting for their turn. It was the fashion among the high classes but now is practiced by the lower classes.  By the mosque Al Hussein blind women assemble. Frightful women mumble unintelligent words accompanied by gesticulations; they are the “megazibs” or fools who pretend to be possessed by the spirit of Allah but do not respect religious holidays.  They are usually simple minded who have been patients in asylums. Many women avoid prosecution by joining this “sanctified” crowd.  The “zikr” is a ceremony practiced by men, close to mosques, and has mystic and religious meaning.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

Title:  The Last Lecture

Author:  Randy Pausch with Jeffrey Zaslow

ISBN:  9781401323257

Brick walls are there for a reason.  They give us a chance to show how badly we want something.

Grab your box of Kleenex because you’re gonna cry, most of the time they’ll be tears of laughter, but some of them will be from heart ache.  OH! and  Don’t forget the pen and paper, because you’ll want to take notes.  Professor Pausch is taking the stage for The Last Lecture.

Pausch covers the elephant in the room in his opening paragraphs:

I have an engineering problem.  While for the most part I’m in terrific physical shape, I have ten tumors in my liver and I  have only a few months left to live.

I am a father of three young children, and married to the woman of my dreams.  While I could easily feel sorry for myself, that wouldn’t do them, or me, any good.

So many things in this book are deeply inspirational, and that’s no surprise; he’s dying from cancer and that’s given him a chance to step back and say, “What legacy am I leaving?”  Much of them are simple concepts like, “Tell the truth, it’s not only morally right but efficient.”  Some are more profound like, “one customer-service decision over a ten-dollar salt and pepper shaker [ended] up earning Disney more than $100,000.”  But all of them are worth saving, writing down, reciting, and implementing, because Randy Pausch lived a life that saw almost all of his childhood dreams come true.

My Childhood Dreams

  • Being in zero gravity
  • Playing in the NFL
  • Authoring an article in the World Book encyclopedia
  • Being Captain Kirk
  • Winning stuffed animals
  • Being a Disney Imagineer

My mom turned me onto this book a couple weeks ago when I was telling her about whatever book I was reading, and she told me she’d just read a really great book.  Now, my mom doesn’t say a book is great very often… in fact, a lot of the time, they barely make much of a blip on her radar.  I’m not saying she’s a picky reader or critical, but when she ONE remembers a book and talks about it and TWO applies the “great” stamp to it, it’s a book guaranteed worth reading.

And I was definitely NOT disappointed.  The copy I have came from the library, but I will be buying my own copy.  I wish I could keep this one though… it smells lovely, reminiscent of the Viewfinder we played with when we were kids

Send Out Thin Mints

As part of my responsibilities, I used to be an academic reviewer.  That meant I’d have to ask other professors to read densely written research papers and review them.  It could be tedious, sleep inducing work.  So I came up with an idea.  I’d send a box of Girl Scout Thin Mints with every paper that needed reviewed.  “Tank you for agreeing to do this,” I’d write.  “The enclosed Thin Mints are your reward.  But no fair eating them until you review the paper.”

… I’ve found Thin Mints are a great communication tool.  THey’re also a sweet reward for a job well done.

Okay, so… Publishers and authors:  I now expect Thin Mints with each book you’re wanting reviewed   It was worth a try!  Chapter 55 says, “Sometimes, all you have to do is ask.“

Long and short of it:  The Last Lecture is full of common sense, community sense, wisdom that is worth reading and re-reading.  It’d make a great belated Father’s Day present, or a gift to anyone, including yourself.  I give The Last Lecture  by Randy Pausch 5 out of 5 stars.

You can watch Randy’s Last Lecture, “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams” which was the genesis of this book, it’s an hour and 16 minutes long and worth it

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Reactions to a genocide

Reactions to the genocide in the Sabra and Chaltila camps (June 21, 2009)

 

            For three nights and two days the genocide went on in the Palestinian camps of Sabra and Chaltila on the outskirts of Beirut.  It started at 5 p.m. of September 16 to Saturday, September 18, 1982 at 10 a.m.  Of the 20 thousands refugees more than 4,000 have been declared missing and dead; a third of these victims were Lebanese citizens living in the camps.  Less than 1,500 dead have been identified by relatives; the remaining ones had been decomposing for two days and over two thousands have been taken in trucks, never to reappear.

 

Saturday, September 18, 1982; Israel’s New Year 

 

            By 11 a.m., the outside world of the cordoned off camps by the Israeli army is starting to witness the magnitude of human disaster. The terrorized Palestinian refugees are ambulating among the cadavers to recognize the lost ones.  By noon, the international press, radio and television reporters are flooding toward the camps. The Washington Post published “Houses were bulldozed over entire families. Cadavers are piled up as dead dolls.  Perforated walls account for lining up killing.  A baby in diaper had his skull crushed. Each alley tells its own story of savage massacre. A woman is dead by a bullet shot at her bosom.”

            The ambassador to France Paul-Marc Henri is on location.  During the invasion of Lebanon by Israel in 1982 the UNICEF accounted that for every fallen resistance fighter 10 babies were dead; but in the two camps the terrorist militias targeted specifically the babies and kids.  Among the piles of cadavers the militias inserted grenades ready to explode as survivors search for their relatives.  Members of body could be distinguished showing out of quickly and freshly dug mass graves. Journalists start counting the victims, everyone for himself; one journalist counted 80 and then vomited; another counted 150 in just one pack of houses.  Many victims have been dead since Thursday, September 16; refugees have been clamoring even then that the militias were cutting throats and slaughtering everyone they find on their way.

            On the walls you can read the militias graffiti “Tony passed by here”; “God, Homeland, and Family (the slogan of the Kataeb)”; “The forces of Baabdat (a town in the Metn district)”; and “They are all fucked up”.  A mother was saying “Only those who could run fast were saved”.  The journalists are shown the nearby headquarters of the Israeli army. The Israeli soldiers are not answering questions of reporters; they received orders to say “We had no idea”.  A Phalangist militia is pretty proud of his actions and replies to an American reporter “For years we were waiting for the opportunity of entering the Palestinian camps in West Beirut. The Israeli army selected us because we are far better in house to house operations.”

            General Amir Drori orders the Israeli soldiers not to enter the camps for any pretext for fear of confirming the strong suspicion that they indeed had participated in the genocide. The Jews in the USA are feeling sick and ashamed.  President Reagan announced “Israel has justified entering West Beirut to avoid blood shedding and these kinds of tragedies”  An Israeli journalist retorted that “those tragedies took place because the USA gave us the green light to invade Lebanon and progress toward Beirut”.

            The Lebanese officials have many times expressed their concerns to special envoy Philip Habib and his Deputy Morris Draper of the consequences of leaving the Palestinians unarmed within their camps.  An American diplomat in Tel Aviv proclaimed to the daily Haaretz “The Palestinian Organization and the State of Lebanon had confidence in the USA engagements; but the US displaced Lebanon’s confidence to Israel.  We realized our grave error to late”

            In the mean time, the Israeli army is resuming its search and destroys activities in West Beirut and rounding up thousand of Lebanese civilians for questioning and investigation in a location close to the Sport City.

 

Sunday, September 19, 1982; “Goys kill goys; then they accuse the Jews” said Begin.

 

            The stench of pestiferous odors is polluting vast areas extending to four hundred yards around the limits of the two camps. Many of the decomposing bodies have been in the torrid sun since Thursday.  The Lebanese army is depositing cadavers at the entrance of Chatila camp by a large ditch. Red Cross’ ambulances are bringing a new load of victims.  A pregnant woman is searching among the bodies for her husband or any member of her family. Frequently, horrible screams disturb this climate of dazed zombies: someone has recognized a dead relative. Then, the identified victim is bagged in a sac of nylon to be buried decently by the remaining family members (around 1,200 victims) or simply taken to a specific ditch. Most of the time, entire families of over 10 members are survived by a single survivor who is left flapping in complete uncertainty for a tomorrow.

            By night the remaining refugees prefer to sleep far from camps: they are under shock, terrorized, and need a place with odors different of what they have smelled for days.  Coordination among o the 11 disparate organizations are non existent. The task of searching for survivors amid the 200 demolished houses is slow and hopeless.

            The agency France-Press estimated on September 23 the number of vanished individuals at more than 2,000: they were taken out by truck loads during the genocide.  The Israeli government never divulged the status of the disappeared Palestinians who were supposed to be taken prisoners and handed over to the Israeli army.  An Israeli correspondent to the daily Maariv wrote “I have never witnessed such silence of our soldiers during the entire war”.

            In the meantime, the Israeli army is resuming its search and destroys activities in West Beirut.  Thousands more of Lebanese are taken to questioning and investigation.

In the evening, around one thousand militants and intellectuals of “Peace Now” are demonstrating in Jerusalem in front of the residence of Began PM chanting slogans “Begin terrorist”, “Begin assassin”, “Beirut=Deir Yassine of 1982″, “Down with Sharon, the butcher of Kibya (a village in Jordan)”.  Another demonstration of Israelis in Tel Aviv is brutally dispersed by the police; a tract is distributed stating “Begin, Sharon, and Eytan are totally responsible for the massacre of thousands of babies, women, and elderly Palestinian civilians”

            At 10 p.m. The Israeli cabinet met in extraordinary session: the main topic is NOT what happened in Sabra and Chatila.  Begin dispatched the entire affair as “Goys kill goys; then they accuse the Jews”.  Minister Itzhak Berman demands the constitution of a commission to investigate the massacre.  Begin replies “Such a commission would be considered by world community as confession of Israel’s responsibility”.  Begin orders that a full page be published in both the New York Times and the Washington Post blaming only the Phalangists of the massacre; this ad announcement is to cost $54,000.

            Television news all around the world are diffusing scenes of the carnage. The American journalist George Weil associate this massacre to what happened in Baby-Yar during Nazi occupation of Ukraine when Nazi allowed local Ukrainians to massacre thousands of Jews.

 

Monday, September 20; (War crime in Beirut)

 

            Units of the Lebanese army (1,500 soldiers) cordoned off the two camps.  At the entrance of Chatila more than 100 corps are decomposing by two ditches.  The bodies are descended and then covered by lime. A young Palestinian tells a journalist “we will no longer put our confidence in the promises of others.  We will secure by arms our own destiny.”  Once, a truck carrying Lebanese army soldiers sent people fleeing north in horror and screaming “The militias of Saad Haddad are coming back”.

            Israel resumed arresting 1,500 Lebanese citizens; they are emptying the rich library of the PLO and its center for research that was created in 1964; they carried away very old collection of dailies published during the British mandate. 

            West Beirut has not been receiving any food supply for 5 days and the electricity is still cut off and there is no potable water. Even the American Hospital is short on private utility because there is no mazout.

            The main title of the daily Haaretz is “War Crime in Beirut”; it demands that Sharon and Eytan be destituted if Israel is to raise its head and look straight at people. The editorial of the daily Davar stated: “It very difficult to be Israelite. We have no recourse to wash our hands of this infamy.  The perpetrators of Deir Yassine (Begin PM) and of Kibya (Sharon) compromise again the people. The government has led the State to moral bankruptcy.” Israel Zamir pronounced “Pogrom is no longer exclusive to Jews. Begin and Sharon have extended it to other ethnic groups”.  Amos Kennan writes: “Mr. Begin, you have sold without any benefice millions of Jewish babies who died in Auschwitz”.  Joseph Bourg writes: “Begin and Sharon let in hungry lions in the arena. Lions ate the people. Lions are the culprit! They are the ones who killed and maimed, aren’t they?!”  A poll taken in Israel demonstrates that 60% of Israelis assign the responsibility to their government; 80% consider that the war in Lebanon damaged Israel’s standing”

            Shimon Peres talks in the Knesset: “Sharon, when the Syrian were bombarding Zahle on May 1981 you declared that the Christians are suffering the same massacres as the Jews in 1940″.  Sharon replies to Shimon Peres: “When you were Defense Minister you sent Israeli officers to orchestrate the sacking of the Palestinian camp of Tel Zaatar (in the Christian district)”. 

            On September 25, 400,000 demonstrated in Tel Aviv demanding a commission of investigation; Begin bowed down to that demand on September 28.  The Kahana commission reported a toned down version for the public; the army high officers and Sharon were obliged to step down. The Israeli army withdrew from Beirut by September 29; Multinational Forces will take positions by the camps; they were there before Israel entered Beirut and they vacated their positions for the genocide plan to be executed.

 

 

Note:  The same kind of genocide took place in the camp of Jenine in the West bank in 2002 and by Sharon also; he was then Prime Minister. The US pressured the UN not to investigate.  The US feared that the world community will realize that Sabra and Chatila camps genocide were not isolated cases but a patter of the tandem Begin-Sharon.  Over one thousand billions dollars were lavished on the State of Israel since 1948 in order to perpetrate the kinds of State horrors that Zionists erect Holocaust monuments so that humanity “never forgets”.   If I want to believe in Hell it is simply because it is fair for those terrorists who were never been brought to court of justice.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Summer, Nagasaki, and Writing

Well, I know it’s been a long time since I posted anything on this stupid blog, but I’ve been very busy. And that’s a good thing. I think I’m finally starting to get the hang of the whole grad student thing. I may even be balancing my passion for fiction writing with my desire to do something in International Relations.

The big news: I’m headed back to Nagasaki for the summer. Austensibly to to do some research and language study–I will do that–but also to see my girlfriend again. It should be good times.

Other big news, I’m making a lot of progress with my novel: The Ghosts of Nagasaki. And I have a draft I feel relatively happy about.

I’m still trying to drum up support for The Lexical Funk, that miscreant short story collection of mine. If you know of anyone who is willing to write a review on Amazon.com let me know. Some people have been writing reviews and that’s good, but not on Amazon, which is bad because that’s where most people go to look for books.

Here’s a tiny, tiny excerpt from The Ghosts of Nagasaki:

“The long backwards perspective one gets from the angle of word processor some years later is a tricky one. As a connoisseur of biography and autobiography I know that there is nothing less reliable than someone writing about his or her own past from his or her own perspective. And for the general welfare of those who look for the bare facts of the matter, I am obliged to stamp on the very first page, in the very first paragraph, in bold italics: All fact-seekers beware.”

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Reflections on 'Teaching to Observe' by Jay E. Adams

In Teaching to Observe, Jay Adams helps counselors to see teaching as an essential and indispensable aspect of counseling. The counselor is not a professional “listener,” who merely draws out solutions to the counselee’s problem from the counselee himself. Rather, the counselor is one who seeks to impart genuine spiritual knowledge to the counselee with the aim to enabling the counselee to believe and obey the knowledge he has received.

This teaching, however, must be Biblical. This means the counselor must use the Bible according to its intended purpose, taking each passage in its context, explaining it thoroughly, and applying it to the counselee’s situation appropriately. This will also mean the counselor must seek to become equipped to teach the whole Bible, not just selected portions with which he is familiar. Although this kind of teaching will grow in fullness and depth, Biblical teaching in counseling will be clear, direct, and to the point. Finally, and most importantly, Biblical teaching in counseling will always have, as its primary and pervasive aim, the glory of God. Adams succinct and helpful definition of Christian teaching is, “the vital communication of God’s truth, in God’s way, for God’s purposes” (68).

Despite its confusing title (the phrase, “Teaching to Observe” is taken from Christ’s ‘Great Commission’ in Matthew 28:20: “Teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you…” It is not a guide to instructing others how to improve their observation skills!), this book was both clear and helpful. I was challenged in three specific ways.

One, to seek to be a well-equipped teacher in counseling other believers. I was challenged to be diligent in constantly studying the Scriptures so that I might be able to more effectively apply the Scriptures in counseling situations that arise. I do not want to ever be satisfied with my knowledge, but always longing to grow in my knowledge and grasp of the Bible so that I might use it well in my life and in the lives of others.

Secondly, I was greatly helped by Adam’s clarifying definition of Christian teaching and his discussion of what makes teaching distinctively Biblical. These principles will keep me on task and focused in my labor as a counselor. It is amazing how short, clear definitions like these can clarify one’s responsibilities as a counselor. I was especially helped by the “God-centeredness” of Adam’s definition: all counseling is done for the glory of God and according to God’s Word.

Finally, I was greatly challenged by Adams discussion on fruitful listening. The only way to grow in grace and knowledge in my own soul is to “take care how I listen,” and rid my heart and life of those hindrances that keep me from truly learning: sin, worldly pleasures and worries, fear and the like. Not only must I be aware of what makes for true learning in the lives of my counselees, I must, first and foremost, make sure that I am listening well to Christ’s commands and instructions. Otherwise, my counseling will be hypocrisy, and will, sooner or later, be revealed as such.

On the whole, Adams “Teaching to Observe” is clear, easy to read, and at only 131 pages, serves as an accessible introduction to the goals and methods of Biblical counseling. I highly recommend it!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Book Review: Housekeeping

I’ve been looking forward to reading Housekeeping for a long time, but I’ve held off reading it because it was a rare jewel, one that couldn’t be replaced anytime soon. 

Marilynne Robinson doesn’t write novels very often.  But when she does, the world takes notice.  Her first novel, Housekeeping, earned her a Pen/Hemingway Award, and her second, Gilead, won the Pulitzer.  I reviewed her most recent book, Home, and you can read my thoughts on it here.  Home was a finalist for the National Book Award, which is a pretty decent award as well.

Housekeeping was published in 1980, and the world had to wait 24 years for her next book.  But maybe it takes that long to write a book that wins the Pulitzer.  Thankfully, Home came along only four years later, because I’m not sure I could hold out another quarter century. 

Housekeeping is a deceptively short book.  Of course, I forgot my own statement: “Even though they are very short books, they’ll likely take you longer than most Victorian novels to read.”  And I picked it up a couple days before my book group met to discuss it.  At 219 pages, with such a “domestic” topic, it looks lightweight.  But that’s part of Robinson’s charm.  She takes what is simple and makes it complex.  She shows you the depth of everyday things, the complexity and the sacredness of the ordinary. 

The plot is very simple.  Two orphaned girls live with their grandmother, until their grandmother dies.  Two elderly, spinster great aunts take up housekeeping to watch over the girls, but then leave the girls under the care of their aunt (their mother’s sister), who is mentally unbalanced and a transient.

At its most basic level, the story is about different women, taking care of a home, and what it means to live in a place and “keep up appearances.”  But of course, with Robinson, the story is about so much more.  Housekeeping is about memory, about coping, about sanity, and sanctity. 

The Biblical allusions are brief, but they also offer some of the most powerful metaphors in the story.  Robinson teases us with deep theological questions, rooted in everyday circumstances.  Read the book quickly, skim, and you miss these profound inquires.

The language also sets the book apart from many others.  Each sentence is carefully crafted, as is the case with all her books, so as to seem almost poetic and very purposeful.  And when the characters are struggling with sanity, the style mirrors their mental shifts as well.

So even though I’m sad to have completed all of Robinson’s novels, I’m excited to pick them up again and find all the hidden treasures that I missed the first time through.  I’ve found that each reading brings out many new insights, the hallmark of a book with a lot of rewards to offer.

If I recommend any books that you’d like to purchase, consider buying them through Amazon using the links on my site, so I get a percentage of the purchase price back to buy more books to review!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Book Review: The Second Husband by Louise Candlish

Kate Easton is divorced, and lives with her 2 children, 17 year old Roxy and 9 year old Matthew. They are struggling financially so decide to split their house up and have a tenant.

Davis Calder decides to move in, and he and Kate strike up a friendship which soon becomes something more. But Kate is about to unleash a secret set to devastate the whole family, and rock it to its core.

Can relationships survive the fall out, and will Kate ever get over the betrayal?

I thought the premise of the book sounded good, but judging by the tag line on the cover of the book, and the blurb on the back, I realised after I started reading it that I had probably guessed the twist that was going to appear in the book. When I realised this, I was actually pretty annoyed because this sort of thing shouldn’t be spoilt, let alone on the front cover of the book. I think its a bad decision to have used the tag line they did as it is definitely too obvious (and I have asked a few people about this who have agreed), so for this I have had to take stars off the book rating overall.

Story-wise, this is the first Louise Candlish novel I had read, although I do have another of her books on my shelf, I just haven’t gotten round to reading it yet. I found her writing very enjoyable, and the first half of the book was very enjoyable, covering all the background that sets up the story well. Maybe the background was a bit too long, she could have got to her destination much faster but I actually enjoyed the read. It was the second half to do with the secret I had more of a problem with. As I had guessed the secret, there was no shocking moment, and the rest felt like a bit of an anti-climax and I think Candlish could have done a lot more with these characters and the situation.

The characters themselves were well written and I did find myself thinking all the right emotions towards them. Kate, the main character, was a very nice woman and you could warm to her and sympathise with her situation and dislike of men due to her ex-husband. Alistair, her ex, was a slimy creature although towards the end of the book I did find myself liking him a bit more. Davis was completely suspicious, I didn’t like him at all and you could tell something was a biit funny there. And finally, Roxy and Matt her children were typical child charcters, well written and did their job in the story well enough.

To be honest, although I had guessed the story, I was quite cross at Kate for not guessing it! There were really obvious hints being dropped throughout, and some of them were so blindingly obvious, it was quite daft she didn’t suspect something. I don’t know why Candlish chose to do it this way, because I found her non-suspicion a tad implausible and it did impair my enjoyment of the novel because of it. I feel that what could have been a good excitable plot turned into a bit of a farce. Key plots twists are revealed on the cover, the main character doesn’t get anything until its front of her face, and it seemed to take a bit long to get where it was going, with the end half of the book really a bit rushed.

Don’t get me wrong, this is a good enough read, because Candlish has a nice easy to read writing style, but I just feel there are too many factors which annoyed me to give this book a high star rating. I am so disappointed that the publishers chose to put the tag line they did on the cover, and consequently the novel didn’t have the shock factor that I believe was intended. Good characters make up a bit for this, but not enough to save the story completely. A real shame, but still a good read if you have the time.

Rating: 3/5

Monday, June 15, 2009

Igor Sutyagin and I. F. Stone: Spies? by Walter C. Uhler

Sent to DS from the author, thanks, Walter.

Dandelion Salad

by Walter C. Uhler
www.walter-c-uhler.com
15 June 2009

A Review of Spies: The Rise and Fall of the KGB in America, by John Earl Haynes, Harvey Klehr, and Alexander Vassiliev

My first and only meeting with Igor Sutyagin occurred on 7 September 1998, in what was then the Taiga Café of Moscow’s Aerostar Hotel. A senior scholar in the Department for Military-Political Studies at the Institute for the USA and Canada Studies of the Russian Academy of Sciences, Sutyagin was given the task of dining with an American “People to People” delegation – of which I was a member – and briefing its members on the economic crisis ravaging Russia since its catastrophic default just three weeks earlier.

Although we peppered Igor with questions about Russia’s economic collapse, his answers clearly demonstrated – to me, at least — that the Russian economy was not his area of expertise. Which is why, near the end of our dinner, I changed the subject by asking him a series of questions about the Russian military, my specialty. “What was Russia doing to capture the so-called “revolution in military affairs?” Was he familiar with the massive American study, Atomic Audit (which I reviewed in the July 13, 1998 edition of The Nation) especially its startling revelations about the high risk of accidental nuclear war that was hanging over our unwitting heads during the Cold War? What is Russia doing today to assure control over its nuclear arsenal?

After Igor gave lengthy answers to each question, I asked him what he thought of President Clinton’s recent decision to permit the expansion of NATO. Much to my surprise, Igor’s face turned crimson as he reached into his wallet to withdraw a folded newspaper article that described a deal struck between former Secretary of State James Baker and Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev.

According to the article, Baker assured Gorbachev that, in return for the Soviet leader’s assistance in accomplishing the peaceful unification of Germany, the United States would not pursue any further expansion of NATO. (Gorbachev reiterated Baker’s promise as recently as March 2009) Having read Baker’s promise, Igor characterized Clinton’s decision to expand NATO as a “stab in the back.” He quickly added: “Why should Russians trust the United States to honor any of its agreements?”

After dinner, I invited Igor to my room, where we spent two hours discussing the collapse of the Russian military, the consolidations currently occurring in defense industries of both countries, FIGS (financial industrial groups) and Gorbachev’s role in the collapse of the Soviet Union. Like most Russians I’ve met, Igor didn’t share my high esteem for Gorbachev.

But, he seemed quite interested in my soon-to-be-published review of Gary Hart’s book, The Minuteman: Restoring an Army of the People, which called for a sharp reduction in active-duty forces and increased reliance on arguably less competent reserves, because “a permanent standing military seeks causes for its continued existence and resources to maintain itself.”

In fact, the smiling Sutyagin suggested the world would be better off, were the American military compelled to rely more on arguably less competent reserves. There would be much less “adventurism” around the world, he said.

After giving him a few of my recent articles, including my review of Atomic Audit, we ended our conversation by agreeing to remain in touch. Most importantly, Igor agreed to serve as my point of contact in Moscow (to coordinate visits and meetings) for the People to People delegation of defense experts I planned to bring to Russia in 1999.

In fact, People to People approved and advertised my proposed delegation for 1999, but it never got off the ground. It became a casualty of the widespread and widely broadcast protests by angry Russians against NATO’s bombing of Yugoslavia that year. (One of the few individuals who expressed interest in the delegation was a man who claimed to be with the CIA. He called me to ask whether CIA analysts could participate. Although I doubted the caller’s motives and bona fides, I told him that transparency and information in the public domain would be the rules for our delegation. Under those conditions, if People to People and the Russians didn’t mind CIA participation, neither did I.)

Igor, himself, sent me a blistering email about the U.S./NATO bombing of Yugoslavia. After listing the international laws violated by NATO’s unprovoked attack, he once again asked why Russia should trust the U.S. to honor its international obligations. Notwithstanding this outburst, we continued to exchange emails (and I mailed a few books to him, including one containing Vasili Mitrokhin’s archival revelations about the KGB) up until his arrest.

His arrest? Yes, you might imagine my surprise and dismay when I learned that Igor Sutyagin had been arrested in late October 1999 and, in November, charged with high treason under Article 275 of the Criminal Code. The charge? Passing Russia’s nuclear secrets to the West.

Having personally witnessed examples attesting to Igor’s unwavering Russian patriotism, I concluded that he had been set up — especially after I learned that Igor’s boss, the Director the Institute for the USA and Canada Studies, asserted that Igor did not have access to classified information. In fact, the Director asserted that none of his employees has access to secret documents.

As part of Igor’s persecution, Russia’s Federal Security Service (FSB) staged a bogus TV news story on December 26, 2000, in which Igor supposedly confessed to his crime. (Yet, years later, when the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe passed a resolution urging Russia to release Sutyagin, Russia’s Presidential Pardon Commission declined to pardon Sutyagin because he had not admitted guilt.)

In 2004 Igor was sentenced to 15 years for his “crime,” notwithstanding the fact that the prosecutors never established that Igor ever possessed classified information. Prior to his conviction, the charade got so bad that the Federal Security Service even attempted to persuade the Director of the Institute for the USA and Canada Studies that “the Criminal Code says that if you pass information to foreigners and get paid for it, then it doesn’t matter…[whether or not] the information contains state secrets.”

The international outcry was enormous. As the U.S. State Department’s 2007 Report on Human Rights noted: “Sutyagin and human rights groups claimed that he had no access to classified information, and that the government sought a severe sentence to discourage others from sharing sensitive information with other countries. Amnesty International has deemed Sutyagin a political prisoner, and other domestic and international human rights groups raised concerns that the charges were politically motivated and that there were problems in the conduct of the trial and the lengthy sentence.”

Yet, if political considerations led to the unwarranted arrest, conviction and incarceration of Igor Sutyagin, how different are the political considerations that appear to guide the decision by the authors of Spies to smear I.F. Stone posthumously as a spy for the Soviet Union. The authors’ case against Stone can be found in the chapter titled “The Journalist Spies.”

Like Sutyagin, Stone had no access to classified information. And, like Sutyagin’s patriotic outbursts against the United States, Stone was known to uttered harsh words against the Soviet Union. Moreover, as D.D. Guttenplan notes in “Red Harvest,” (http://www.thenation.com/doc/20090525/guttenplan/single ) The FBI “opened his mail, tapped his phone, rifled his garbage and subjected him and his family to daily surveillance – without finding a scrap of evidence that Stone was anything other than an unrepentant, and independent, American radical he seemed.” [Guttenplan, p. 28]

So, what’s the evidence for labeling Stone a “Soviet spy?” Little but the May 1936 claim from the KGB New York station that “Relations with Pancake [Stone] have entered that channel of normal operational work” [Spies, p. 150] and subsequent reports concerning two inconsequential services supposedly supplied by Stone (gossip about William Randolph Hearst and contact with William Dodd, Jr., see Guttenplan, p. 30)

Moreover, Messrs. Haynes, Klehr and Vassiliev undermine even this threadbare evidence when they conclude: “Espionage is a secretive business. It is rare that the agents engaged in it or the agencies they serve speak honestly and openly about what they’ve done because the incentives to lie, dissemble, and continue to deceive are so strong for all concerned” [p. 541]

More to the point, “Spies never explains why we should believe KGB officers [note the FSB and Sutyagin, above], pushed to justify their existence (and expense accounts), when they claim information comes from an elaborately recruited ‘agent’ rather than merely a source or a contact.” [Guttenplan, p. 27]

Notwithstanding the errors concerning Stone and the reckless use of the word “spy,” the book contains many new revelations. New spies are identified and the book devotes nearly twenty pages to demonstrating that Robert Oppenheimer did not assist Soviet espionage. Unfortunately, the new information from Vassiliev’s notebooks must be placed in their proper context, which often requires the inclusion of much previously known information that, in turn, often makes the book tedious to read.

Finally, even when one puts aside the mistreatment of I. F. Stone, ignores the indiscriminate use of “spy” and overcomes the tedium of reading so much well-worn information, there’s still the critical issue of the harm done to the United States.

The authors, themselves, ask the question: “How much damage did these spies do?” And although their answer shouldn’t be dismissed, it is underwhelming: Mainly, they believe that “the scientific and technical data they transmitted to Moscow saved the Soviet Union untold amounts of money and resources by transferring American technology, which enabled it to build an atomic bomb and deploy jet planes, radar, sonar, artillery proximity fuses, and many other military advances long before its own industry, strained by rapid growth and immense wartime damage, could have developed and fielded them independently.” [p. 545] In a word, the Soviet Union acquired certain weapons sooner that it normally would have. Yet, such a conclusion raises anew the question of the damage done by “spies” who had no access to weapons technology.

Moreover, I just lived through eight years in which a cabal of right-wing ideologues, led by an evil Vice President, seized political power in the United States and immediately plotted to attack Iraq while ignoring dire warnings about an impending al Qaeda attack. Having enhanced the probability of successful al Qaeda attacks by their Iraq-obsessed lack of preparation, the cabal then proceeded to manipulate the fear and anger aroused by the successful attacks by lying to the American public about Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction (mushroom clouds) and ties to al Qaeda — in order to carry out the invasion they had been planning all along. After the lies came torture and the illegal wiretaps of innocent Americans.

As a consequence, tens of thousands of American soldiers were killed or seriously wounded. Hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqis were killed and some 5 million were displaced. Billions of taxpayer dollars were wasted, contributing to the great recession of 2008. The cabal’s illegal, immoral invasion and decision to authorize torture blackened America’s reputation and undermined its security around the world, in part by serving as recruitment tools for jihadists worldwide.

Thus, the treason evidenced in Spies seems like so much small potatoes when compared with the damage caused by the real thing.

Walter C. Uhler is an independent scholar and freelance writer whose work has been published in numerous publications, including The Nation, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, the Journal of Military History, the Moscow Times and the San Francisco Chronicle. He also is President of the Russian-American International Studies Association (RAISA). waltuhler@aol.com

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Right to Return

Right to Return: for the Palestinian refugees (June 15, 2009)

 

            There are more than 400,000 Palestinian refugees in Lebanon and their birth rate is three times the average of the Lebanese.  The Palestinian refugees are concentrated in a dozen camps (ghettoes) and they run their communities. The Lebanese government is not extending facilities to the camps or to issuing work permits.  The UN agency UNRUWA is supposed to care for the education and health of the refugees since they were chased out from their homeland in 1948.  In the last decade the UNRUWA budget has been politically reduced to force the Lebanese government into de facto enacting residency status to the refugees.

            Lebanon facilitated the influx of the Palestinian refugees in 1948 under the perception that it was a temporary stay since UN resolution demanded the return of the Palestinians. Israel exacerbated the problem by sending another wave of refuges in 1967 after it occupied the West Bank.  The Palestinian resistance was born but it failed to rely on the Palestinians inside the State of Israel for effective resistance against the occupiers. 

            There were three camps in the Christian districts which were closed down during the civil war such the ones in Dbayeh, Jesr al Basha, and Tell al Zaatar; the Christian militias forced the evacuation of the Christian Palestinians by military activities, genocide, and terror.

            Israel invaded Lebanon in 1982 and with the cooperation of the USA and France the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) headed by Arafat was forced to evacuate Beirut to Cyprus and then to Tunisia.  The remaining camps were supposed to be the refuge of civilians and not containing any heavy weapons.

            The entrance/exits of camps are monitored by the Lebanese army and the movement of the refugees strictly controlled.  A salafist Sunni movement “Jund al Sham” challenged the army in Nahr al Bared camp in Tripoli.  This camp is demolished and waiting for financial aid to be re-constructed.

            The ex-President Emile Lahoud fought the good fight to keep the right of return of the UN resolution 194 alive during his tenure. For example, before the Summit of the Arab League in Beirut of April 2002, the Saudi Foreign Affairs Seoud Al Faissal visited President Lahoud on March 22 and handed him the project of the Saudi Monarch of “peace for land” without a specific clause of “the right of return”.  President Lahoud refused it. Lahoud was subjected to al kinds of pressures and diplomatic maneuvering to let the project as is with no modifications but he didn’t relent. The Arab leaders suggested including the “right of return” as a separate clause to no avail. The Saudi Prince Abdallah was forced to include the clause as intrinsic part of the peace for land PROJECT.  The USA vowed to make the tenure of Lahoud a period of hell for foiling their major political goal.

            It is crystal clear that the western nations have a sole political purpose for Lebanon: accepting the Palestinian refugees as Lebanese residents.  The civil war from 1975 to 1991 failed to achieve completely that goal though most of the prosperous Christian families preferred to immigrate.

            Late Rafic Hariri PM believed that an overall peace deal with Israel is highly serious and went along a program of easing the conditions of the Palestinian refugees.  It turned out that there will be no peace with Israel because Israel’s interest is not in any kind of peace.  Pragmatic Hariri realized that the social and political fabric in Lebanon cannot digest 400,000 Palestinians and he changed his strategy; he was assassinated by the detonation of a roadside truck containing 1000 kilos of TNT.

            Though the US Administration comprehends better the predicament of Lebanon it is still hoping that this tragedy could be settled at the expense of the Lebanese people. Hezbollah challenged that strategy and won its war against Israel in 2006. The leader of the Tayyar Party, General Michel Aoun, has picked up the banner of fighting any policies targeted at settling the Palestinians in Lebanon and he won by a landslide in Mount Lebanon.  The coalition of Hezbollah and the Tayyar has put a strong break to the western strategy of reducing Lebanon to a refugee status.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Big Bad Wolf by Gennita Low

Every writer gets his or her start somewhere and Big Bad Wolf was Gennita Low’s first book. This is a new edition of the book published in 1999 and the start of her romantic suspense career. And it all started with a woman with a nail gun and some shingles.

Jaymee Barrows made a mistake while she was in college. She fell in love with a man who turned out to be a con artist who took her father for all he had and then some. Her father has been wallowing in self pity and blaming it all on Jaynee ever since. She made a promise to pay it all back, which meant taking over her dad’s roofing business and working long hard days in the Florida sun before coming home and taking care of all those business details that small business owners deal with – paying bills, doing payrolls, ordering material. Not to mention all the cooking and cleaning for her father who does nothing all day except sit around and feel sorry for himself and reminding Jaymee it’s all her fault – even her mother’s death. She nearly done with her penance and the business is almost whole again – just another year or two is all she needs and she can walk away.

Killian Nicholas Langley is a computer specialist in a covert ops team. Something went very wrong on his last assignment and he damn near got killed. He needs to lay low and stay off the radar until he can contact the one man he trusts. He isn’t sure of much, but he’s sure he was betrayed by someone in the group. Right now, he needs a job that pays cash, one without any questions attached – like a social security number or references. Roofing is one of those jobs often done by itinerant workers, so he decides to approach one at a construction site. The boss is a woman, Jaymee Barrows.

One look tells Jaymee this guys does not do manual labor for a living, despite his buff body. His hands are way too clean. Some fast talking on his part gets her to agree. That and the assumption he’ll quit within days – working in the summer sun of Florida on your knees on a roof isn’t exactly fun. But he proves he wrong. He might not have experience, but he hangs in there. It turns out he can help her with the new computer she got as well. Relieved to get the kind of tech help she can’t afford, she pays him in food – sharing dinner with her and her father.

Nick can’t believe his luck. A room with all he needs to get into the secured network and send a coded contact out. The reply tells him his suspicions were correct – there’s a mole in the organization he needs to keep playing dead. This doesn’t bother him much. Jaymee draws him as no one has and he’d like to know her better. She’s one of the hardest working people he’s ever met, and genuine. Jaymee is just as drawn to Nick, but she hasn’t gone near a guy since she made that stupid mistake that cost her so much more than money.

Slowly, Jaymee allows herself to trust Nick and they start an affair. That he isn’t what he seems bothers her. She doesn’t have a whole lot of trust in en and rather figures’ going in this is just a temporary thing for them both. When his cousin shows up with his daughter Grace in tow – in cammo and training to live off the land – Jaymee decides to do what she can to help the men, and Grace – who is too old for her years. But the opposition finds them anyway. The climax is interesting.

For a first book, Big Bad Wolf remains a good read – and believe me, not a lot of the stuff out there is still good after 10 years. You can see Low’s talent for suspense, one that would evolve to where it is today. She does good and unusual characters, like Grace and Jed, and has a strong, intelligent, independent woman in Jaymee. I also like the fact that Low gave Jaymee a tough physical job, one that requires endurance as well as the smarts and business sense to deal with builders and inspectors in what is a tough, male dominated field.  The part where Nick and Jaymee handle the roofing inspector investigating complaints about the nailing – likely made by the two men she fired for undernailing – was a gem.  I didn’t like her tolerance of her father’s constant verbal abuse, though I can see where a misplaced sense of guilt would allow that kind of emotional blackmail to continue.  Plus Nick’s defense of her is something of a plot pivot point, so it served a purpose.

If characters are the strength of this novel, the weakest link is the whole ‘decode the board to take out the satellites’ that threaten the US. Naturally, this is before 9/11, and before many of the encryption advance today, but it’s a rather flimsy secret at the core of all this that the bad guys are after.

Fans of Low will see the beginning of what has evolved into her current interlinked covert ops stories. The characters of Jed and Grace show up in later novels. Low has substantially improved her plotting over the years, though like several authors that have ‘serialized’ stories, you need to read her books in order to fit all the pieces together and get the most out of them. If romantic suspense writers would use flow charts so the reader can see how and where each story fits in the timeline, rather like family trees used by historical writers, and also a who’s who, it would help those who read sporadically. Besides, it’s tough keeping all these damn covert op groups and their player’s straight.

My Grade: C+ (3.5*)

Who would enjoy this book: Fans of romantic suspense that’s a bit light on the suspense. Do keep in mind this is a reprint in trade paperback format, so it’s expensive for a reprint. The rating is PG-17

Friday, June 12, 2009

Book Review: All You Need Is Love by Carole Matthews

Single mum and superwoman Sally Freeman wants a better life for herself and her son Charlie. But it’s not going to be easy when their home is on a run-down Liverpool council estate.

Just as Sally’s mission to improve their surroundings gets under way, she’s offered a ticket out of there, in the splendid form of Spencer Knight. He has everything she could wish for – the looks, the charm, not to mention the wallet.   But is he the answer to her prayers, or does her hapless ex-boyfriend Johnny still hold the key to her heart?

As Sally decides what to do, she discovers that if The Beatles are right, and all you need is love, then everything else will fall into place.

Carole Matthews is a highly-acclaimed author and has novels out regularly – she has had two novels out every year for the past couple of years. As a huge fan of Carole’s later novels that’s great news to me that she’s so prolific. I’ve liked many of Carole’s books (The Sweetest Taboo, With or Without You, The Chocolate Lovers Club & Diet and You Drive Me Crazy) however there have been a few I haven’t liked (Let’s Meet on Platform 8 & It’s A Kind Of Magic). It two I disliked haven’t put me off Carole so I was looking forward to All You Need Is Love.

All You Need Is Love is reminiscent of The Sweetest Taboo in the fact that there’s two men in love with one woman. All You Need Is Love tells the story of Sally Freeman – single mum and super-woman – who is fed up of life in a Liverpudlian “sink estate” and wants out. Out comes in the form of Spencer Knight, rich, handsome and charming. But what about Johnny, Sally’s ex? It seems he is still in love with her…

I really enjoyed All You Need Is Love. I felt it gave a different spin on a chick-lit novel. For starters, Sally is a single mum living on benefits whereas your usual chick-lit heroine is single, no kids and has a great job. I enjoyed that it was from a different perspective.

I liked Sally and found her a breath of fresh air from our usual heroines, as I mentioned. I found it irritating the way she constantly referred to herself as Single Mum & Superwoman; we got it, no need to keep telling us so. I felt Sally got better as the novel wore on, at first she just wanted to get out of the estate as quick as possible but as the changes came around and her opinion seemed to change she became much more likeable.

I also found myself rooting for Johnny, the hapless ex, throughout the novel. I thought he was a brilliant character and I loved his relationship with Charlie, Sally’s son. I thought Charlie was another great character but quite mature even though he was meant to be 10. Then again 10 years olds seem to be rather mature nowadays!

I didn’t really warm to Spencer to be honest, probably because I was rooting for Johnny. He was a good character I just couldn’t warm to him.

I loved all of the minor characters; Johnny’s mum, Dora (the Explorer!), Mrs Kapur. The community feel of the book was brilliant and thought Carole captured it perfectly.

The writing style of the novel was typical Carole Matthews’ style. We get chapters in first person from Sally but we also get third-person chapters telling us what is going on with everyone else. When I first read the alternate way Carole writes her novels it took a while to get into but it’s easy to read and gives you the novel from all angles.

When I sat down to read the book it was easy to get into and I found the chapters incredibly easy to read because of the shortness of them. It was good to know that if I only had 10 minutes I could read a chapter or three.

Overall it was a very enjoyable novel from Carole. She is a brilliant writer. I also have to mention the book cover – which is gorgeous! Carole is having all of her covers re-designed and these new ones are lovely. This one is purple with sparkly writing. Definitely one of my favourite book covers.

Rating: 5/5

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Review: Russ Moore's "Adopted for Life", a Book to Change Lives

Theology is alive.  It should be felt, not merely taught.  It should reach into all areas of our lives, bringing light and health to them.  The heft of God’s teaching transforms both the way we think and the way we live.

Theologians who embody this kind of approach are rare (though increasing in number, I think).  One who stands out is Russ Moore of Southern Seminary of Louisville, KY.  A systematician, Moore has a capacious mind, a gift for wit and drama, and an imagination that grasps the significance of biblical truth.  He is a pastor-theologian, simultaneously the Dean of the world’s largest seminary and a Teaching Pastor at Highview Baptist Church in Louisville.  He is a proud and loving father of four.

Recently, Moore authored the book Adopted for Life: The Priority of Adoption for Christian Families and Churches (Crossway, 2009).  The book comes highly recommended–no less than sixteen scholars and leaders endorse the book, including such luminaries as Robby George, Chuck Colson, Al Mohler, and John MacArthur.  The diversity of this group alone shows the respect Moore draws from the broader Christian community.

The text itself is full of passion, biblical theology, and humor.  It is not a straight theology of adoption, a personal reflection on adoption, or a handbook on the rudiments of the adoption process.  It is a mixture of all three.  As a result, the text simultaneously teaches, edifies, provokes, and moves the reader. Though a text that purports to cover adoption, it ends up covering much more, and stands in my mind as something of a mini-biblical theology of salvation.

I cannot commend the book highly enough.  In the face of numerous heartbreaking miscarriages, Moore and his wife Maria traveled to Russia to adopt two boys some years ago, the story that provides the backbone of the text.  After beginning with this personal touch, Moore proceeds to cover theological and practical aspects of adoption in midrash-like chapters that set the matter in cosmic perspective.  Adopted for Life is a good title, though The Drama of Adoption might also have captured the spirit of the text.

Many Christians are catching a heart for adoption.  This is a most welcome trend.  I am quite sure that those who are on the fence about adoption will, after reading this powerful book, find themselves irresistibly drawn to contributing to the cause in some way.  The image painted by Moore of his first visit to the Russian orphanage where his sons lay in darkness and filth is indelibly printed in my mind.  It will be in yours, too, and with the rest of the book, it will drive you to pray and to work to contribute to the culture of gospel-centered adoption as an application of the theological doctrine.

I am deeply thankful for this unique and engrossing book.  It is not often that a text incites one to want to thank an author for it.  But I am grateful to Russ Moore for Adopted for Life, and also to Justin Taylor and Crossway Books for pushing this project (and living it out in Justin’s case).  I agree with Al Mohler’s assessment of it: “one of the most compelling books I have ever read.”

In orphanages across the world, children languish, unwanted, unnoticed, unheard.  Their lives have no purpose or beauty.  Most of them will suffer through childhood and go on to an early death, fizzling out like comets in a sky that nobody sees.  It is my hope and prayer that the book will go far and wide, spreading a culture of adoption in Christian churches, causing families to abandon ordinary, easy, low-cost, low-reward Christianity and drive them instead to take on the challenge of adoption.  Whether fertile or infertile, rich or poor, all who live wisely and generously can in some way participate in this outworking of biblical theology.

May we not allow these children to languish and pass away.  May we embrace a culture of life that is costly and full of grace.  May we spend less on ourselves and more on missions and missional adoption.  Let us join the Moores, my own parents, and countless others who have acted on a vision for adoption and make our way into darkened, decrepit orphanages across this earth, bringing light to the abandoned just as Jesus Christ our Lord has brought it to us.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

'Queen of Fashion' by Caroline Weber

2006, 292 p + notes

If I’d written this book, I couldn’t have resisted her subtitle: ‘What Marie Antoinette Wore to the Revolution’.  Although to be fair to any humourless editor who may have insisted on the more staid title, the first half of this book does deal with Marie Antoinette as Queen, and only the second half is devoted to the Revolution.

A French Queen’s clothes were never neutral: the young bride-to-be  Marie Antoinette was stripped of her Austrian clothes on the border, despite her mother’s care in making sure that they were of the latest French design, and clothed in authentically French court fashion, including a wicked boned corset and the ceremonial grand habit de cour – the court dress of Versailles with a tight-fitting bodice, voluminous hoopskirts and long train.  The clothes were not enough, though, to encourage her diffident husband, the future Louis XVI and it was in the in-between phase, before he bolstered her position at court by bedding and impregnating her, that she began experimenting with court fashion.  She scandalized the court by refusing to wear the corset; she introduced the English-style redingote (riding coat) and wore trousers while riding.

Redingote

Once Queen, her own style set the standard for fashion at court.  She introduced the pouf- huge, towering hairstyles built on scaffolding made from wire, cloth, gauze, horsehair, fake hair and the wearer’s own hair, teased off the forehead.   In amongst this would nestle an elaborate miniature still-life- for example ‘ a three-foot high pouf that replicated a verdant garden, replete with flowers, grass, a bubbling stream, and a tiny windmill edge with jewels and powered by a clockwork mechanism’ (p. 104.); or more political poufs, like one that depicted the French frigate that won a key victory against the British in June 1778.

pouf a la Belle Poule

Away from the court, at her Petit Trianon garden shed, she broke away from the formality of the court by wearing a lightweight chemise dress known as the gaulle, made of airy, ruffled muslin with a wide sash at the wait and ribbon bracelets at the elbows. The gaulle was popular not just in France, but across the Channel in England as well.

The Princess de Lamballe, Marie Antoinette's BFF, wearing a gaulle

This earlier section of the book was interesting, but rather laboured.  Perhaps this reflects the long waiting-around time that Marie Antoinette had to endure before her husband managed to ‘do the deed’.  Weber draws heavily on Antonia Fraser’s biography of Marie Antoinette throughout her book- I don’t know why, but I’d mentally placed Fraser’s meticulous work into a different category from a scholarly (but popular) book like Weber’s.  At times I felt like saying “Okay- I get it! Clothes matter!” during the early chapters.

For me, the book really took off with the Revolution.  Weber spends little time discussing the Revolution per se, but instead looks at it through the lens of Marie Antoinette’s clothing, and just like the Revolution itself, there is a dizzying array of statements being made in the clothes she wears.  During the early days of the Revolution she adopted the cockade in blue, white and pink (not red) worn by the people in the streets, to express her sympathy in the movement.  In trying to escape to Varennes, she adopts an unassuming dark brown dress with a black shawl and hat, but in the pictures portraying their escape, she is depicted wearing the gaulle she made famous.  Once arrested, she adopted again the colours of royalty- purple and green, and sometimes the Austrian colours of yellow and black: at the risk of a bad and anachronistic pun, surely a ‘red rag’ to the Revolutionaries.  She insisted, over her jailers, on wearing black once her husband had been executed, a dress that became progressively more tatty and threadbare as her imprisonment stretched on.  Finally, taken to the guillotine, she pulled out a white dress that she had kept carefully hidden throughout her imprisonment, and died in that.   Even the fact that she had saved this white dress highlights her awareness of appearance: she had been suffering very heavily from uterine bleeding for months, was desperate for rags to staunch the flow, and to have kept this dress intact speaks volumes.

Weber draws on other biographies, the memoirs of royalists written at the time and small ephemeral documents like receipts and accounts with her dressmakers and milliners.  It is a beautifully written book that she has obviously enjoyed writing- so much so that there is a personalized narrator-centred introduction and afterword- as if she can’t bear to let the topic go. And yet I wish she had integrated her afterword into her introduction, because it detracted from the masterful closing paragraph of the book that encapsulated everything that had come before:

Even before she had reached the guillotine, this aspect of her history, her body, her being, had been erased- leaving only white.  But the erasure reveal even more than it concealed, condensing as it did the whole of her perilously fashionable past.  White the colour of the fleur-de-lys and of a young bride’s complexion. White the colour of costume parties and sleigh rides in the snow.  White the color of a powdered head, coiffed by Bertin and Leonard- or by the mob.  White the colour of a muslin gaulle, imported or otherwise: pretty at Trianon, perverse in Paris.  … White the simultaneous coexistence of all colours: revolutionary blue and red, royalist violet and green.  White the color of the locks that she saw the executioner slip into her pocket as he sheared her head to prepare her for her fate.  White the color of martyr-dom, of holy heaven, of eternal life.  White the color of a ghost too beautiful, or at least too willful, to die.  White the color of the pages on which her story has been- and will be- written. Again and again and again.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

This book was the Pulitzer Prize winner in fiction for 2009 and  many  of us were caught by surprise by that announcement. This book is not typical of other lofty works of fiction that are awarded this highest  honor: Spanish dialog and slang is plentiful but not translated; there are dozens of footnotes to explain the historical references; and, finally, author Junot Diaz was born in the Dominican Republic and didn’t move to New Jersey until he was six.

The Brief Wondrous Life was selected by the New Jersey Library Association as its One Book New Jersey presumably because the author grew up and was educated in New Jersey. Much of the story takes place in Patterson, New Jersey and addresses the immigrant culture of the “DR’s,” but much can be applied to any group of immigrants.

There are many fine book reviews out there that will provide a good synopsis of the novel. What I most enjoyed about this book wasn’t about the plot. The characters pulled me into their lives and made me their companions. I sat in the kitchen with La Inca and worried what we were going to do with rebellious Beli; I went on dates with Beli even though I knew the gangster would be horrible.  I feared for my life in Trujillo’s dictatorship along with everyone else. I learned a little, OK, a lot of history along the way. Dominican Republic History 101 wasn’t taught in my high school. I also walked down College Avenue in New Brunswick with Oscar and Yunior, and I already knew a little something about that. Diaz made Oscar so lifelike that I never felt I could make him my buddy, and that had nothing to do with his being from the Dominican Republic. He was so clueless and awkward around young women that Douglass girls would likely cross the street to avoid him. Yunior, on the other hand, was the guy who you wanted to be seen with at Tumulty’s Pub for Brunch on Sunday.

This novel does one of my favorite novel-tricks: in medias res.  It starts in the middle and toggles back and forth with flashbacks and catch-ups. A common lament of readers in book clubs will be to declare that a book “was all over the place.” Pass that book over to me. I don’t know Spanish but I figured out the gist of the expressions well enough. No hay problema.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The MAGIC FISHBONES

The magic Fishbones is about a child named Yeh Hsien. Yeh Hsien had a stepmother who hated Yeh Hsien. The stepmother made Yeh Hsien chop wood in dangerus woods. One day whenYeh Hsien was chopping wood she saw a beautyful fish with red scails. Yeh Hsien kept the fish in a pond near where she lived. The fish only came for Yeh Hsien. So the step mother was annoyed when the fish never came to see her so the stepmother had a plan. The next day the stepmother siad to Yeh Hsien to change her clothes to a new dress and jaket. The stepmother changed her clothes to Yeh Hsiens clothes. The stepmother put a sharp knife up her sleeve and went over to the pond. The fish lept up and the stepmother quickly killled the fish and berried the bones in a dung hill. When Yeh Hsien went over to the pond and saw the fish was gone she was very sad. Then an old man came and told Yeh Hsien that thoes fish bones where magical and could make wishes. It was time to celebrate by the time the man went away. Everyone got into beautyful clothes but Yeh Hsien had to stay underneath a mullberry tree. Yeh Hsiens father Wu was sad that Yeh Hsien couldn’t come and Wu relized that the stepmother was crule and mean. Then Yeh Hsien went to her side of the cave and brought out the magic fishbones.Yeh Hsien wished that she could have a lovely dress and beautyful slippers! Then Yeh Hsien joined the fun. There was lots and lots of yummy food. But there was her stepmother and stepsister,they were looking at her in a puzzled way. Yeh Hsien ran back home and put on her normal clothes. Then she went back under the mullberry tree. The king of China found the slipper and said “whoever fits this slipper shall be my wife”. Soon the king went to Yeh Hsiens house. The slipper was to small for the stepmother and the stepsister. Then Yeh Hsien tried on the slipper. Her foot fitted the slipper just right! So Yeh Hsien married the king and took the fishbones with her. Yeh Hsien told the king about the fishbones. Because Yeh Hsien told the king about the fishbones he became very greedy. He wished for more gold,more money and for all other precious things. Then one day the fishbones refused to give any more wishes. So the king berried the fishbones in a place near the sea. The fishbones got washed away and where never found to this day.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

The Perfume of God ~ When Will You Look? ~ Katie Davis

This video, The Perfume of God, was shared with me on Facebook and I found it stunning and beautiful, so I am sharing it with you!

It was probably produced by the Prem Rawat orgnization and shared at the “Heart of the Matter” blog by Mitch Ditkoff on NetworkedBlogs. The Awake by Katie Blog is also accessible on NetworkedBlogs

Enjoy!! ~ All Love ~ Katie Davis, Author, Awake Joy

www.KatieDavis.org