30 May 2009

Art Study: Joan of Arc

On this day in 1431, Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in Rouen, France. She was nineteen years old.

Description:

Joan of Arc

Artist Jules Bastien-Lepage
(Oil on canvas, 1879.)

As I tend to look suspiciously on people who claim to see visions, I've never been the biggest fan of Joan of Arc. That being said, I do think she genuinely believed her visions, and I think her death was tragic and unnecessary.

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Derived from the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

29 May 2009

Book Review: A History of the American People, by Paul Johnson

This is a very long book. Almost 1000 pages, to be more specific. Fortunately, it's also a very good book.

It's taken me about two months to read this, so it feels as though I've been reading it since my early childhood, but I'm glad I pushed through it. Johnson is a masterful writer, and he takes the reader on a journey to discover the origins and identity of the people who call themselves Americans. I should note that this is not a history of the United States as a nation but of the American people as a national identity. Johnson is telling a story about how the people who settled the vast wilderness of the New World (or part of it, at least) became American, and how they developed into a unique nation. And he does it very well. I'm not generally a fan of any kind of American history, but Johnson made me proud to be a citizen of the United States. Americans aren't perfect, but they have significant qualities that have helped them build a strong and impressive nation. Despite the problems that America has today, Americans still have reason to honor their history and their nationality.

What made this book so interesting to me is that Johnson is not actually American. (He's British.) This means that he can approach American history from an entirely different point of view than most Americans. He's not limited by regional loyalties or specific partisan preferences (although he definitely has a clear opinion in the liberal/conservative debate -- more on that later). Were I to write a book of this magnitude, my Texas and Southern loyalties would be impossible for me to hide. No matter how objective I try to be, I'm still partial to my background and my regional identity. And I know that the majority of American-born writers would be the same way in writing a history such as this. But Johnson can distance himself from the sectional debate and offer a fresh perspective on the differences between the people living in various regions of the United States.

Johnson starts at the very beginning, taking the reader back to the days before the first settlers arrived in Virginia and New England and considering the history of Europe in the 14th and 15th centuries. By the time he arrives at early settlements in America, the reader has a fairly good context for the arrival of colonists and the distinctions among the colonies that would be established. All of this was particularly fascinating for me; even though I was distantly aware of the differences, I never stopped to think about how diverse America was even from its earliest days. Yes, the settlers were almost exclusively European (and, even more specifically, Northern European), but there was no point in American history when Americans have actually been homogeneous in their approach to, well, being American. More importantly, Americans were making many of the same mistakes in their early days that they're still making today. I get tired of people lamenting the fact that America used to be something it never really was. This isn't to say that there hasn't been a disintegration of morality and traditional values in recent years: without question, there has been. But a close look at the development of the American people indicates a complex and often checkered history of mistakes, problems, biases, moral contradictions, and differences that created emotionally-fueled divisions. After all, Americans are still human, and Mayberry never really existed, nor did Norman Rockwell tell the whole story.

On the issue of objectivity, I do feel the need to point out that Johnson doesn't exactly meet the criteria for being an objective historian. On the other hand, I tend to sit on the same side of the aisle as he does, so this didn't bother me too much. I purchased my copy of this book used, and it turns out that the previous owner had some different opinions. (To be rather snarky, there's an inscription in the front of the book that reads, "From Dick, Christmas 2000." After reading a few of the remarks in the margin, I grew to be of the opinion that the recipient of the book should also have gone by that name.) Some of the comments from the previous owner irritated me, so rather than leaving them for posterity, I simply erased them or scratched them out.

Frankly, it was nice to read a historical survey that -- for lack of a better description -- ripped people like FDR and JFK a new one. This is probably where Johnson fails the most in being an unbiased historian (and relies a bit too heavily on opinion and personal ideology), but again I agreed with him, and in his defense he does take the time to support his claims with research. And it was really nice to see an expanded perspective on figures who have received short historical shrift or have been vilified in the media: Harding, Coolidge, Truman, and even Nixon. None of these men was perfect, but most of them have not been given the historical credit for their accomplishments. In terms of presidential histories, my only complaint is that Johnson kisses Lincoln's feet too much...but I guess we can't have everything.

But even if this book was a complete failure (and it's not), I'll credit Johnson with a one-liner that sums up most of the problems today with America and its relationship with the media: in describing the rebellion against authority that the media encouraged during the 1960s, Johnson says, "The media was teaching the American people to hate their chief executive precisely because he took executive decisions." Very well put, although I'm surprised the charming previous owner of the book didn't feel the need to comment on this as well. During the recent presidential election, a liberal friend of mine who works in journalism made the jaw-dropping remark that there's no liberal bias in the media. And denial ain't just a river in Egypt.

All things considered, this is probably a pretty lousy review that doesn't do much to recommend this book -- even though I do recommend it. Heartily. Johnson does sprinkle his writing (and especially his descriptions of the 20th century) with a good dose of personal opinion, but even in this he provides a wonderful history of the American people and a fairly reliable one. And by the end of the book, Johnson has managed to shape a sound image of the American people that does not reduce American nationality to a single background or origin but does exactly what America was intended to do: combine all of the idiosyncrasies of personal histories and regional distinctions in a "melting pot" with the emerging picture of Americans as one of a strong, enthusiastic, patriotic (though not blindly), complex, and admirable people.

Year of publication: 1997
Number of pages (exclusive of sources and index): 976

25 May 2009

In Honor of Memorial Day

I probably should have selected a different song, but this one always seems appropriate.



For my husband and in honor of all sailors and their sacrifices:



Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Trinity of love and power!
Our family shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect us wheresoever we go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair;
Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air!


And for the "silent service" -- the submariners, who have one of the toughest and most underrated jobs in the Navy:

Lord God, our power evermore,
Whose arm doth reach the ocean floor,
Dive with our men beneath the sea;
Traverse the depths protectively.
O hear us when we pray, and keep
Them safe from peril in the deep.


13 May 2009

Life and All That Comes With It

Well, the next phase of our life has been decided, and we're moving to Michigan.

Let me clarify that: we're moving from Hawaii to Michigan.

I think God has a sense of humor. If not humor, a keen sense of irony.

04 May 2009

Book Review: Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card

One of my students requested that we read Ender's Game in place of another book I had assigned. Since I wasn't familiar with Ender's Game but couldn't find a reason not to read it -- upon initial inspection, at least -- I agreed. I won't make that mistake again.

This should provide some indication of how my review will proceed.

I wish I could find something good to say about this book, but I'm honestly at a loss. The quality of the writing is mediocre-to-bad. The dialogue is painfully stilted, trying far too hard to give the impression of "tough" characters -- but it just never works and might even make Card come across as a worse writer than he really is. (Then again, maybe not...) As for the characters, they are simply far too unrealistic. Card is writing a story about child geniuses, and the main character (Andrew -- or Ender, as he calls himself) begins the story around the age of six and matures over the course of a few years. But Card can't seem to get a handle on how a child genius should behave. I watched a program the other day, in which a six-year old mathematics genius from Egypt was being interviewed. A truly brilliant child who can process advanced math at astonishing speeds in his head. But he was still a child; he looked, sounded, and acted like a child -- just one whose mind works at a different level. Call me nuts, but all the genius in the world can't make a six-year old sound like a world-weary forty-year old: and that's how Ender came across as I read the book.

More important to me, though, by the end of the book, there wasn't a single character for whom I cared three straws. And I don't think this was my fault. Card is writing a fairly dark story, but he takes the darkness so far into the psyches of the characters that the reader just ceases to find anything in them to care for. At least that's what happened as I read the book. The premise of the story is actually quite interesting: Card sets the story many years in the future, and Earth is in a post-apocalyptic state, having spent years battling creatures that are rather uncreatively named "Buggers." (As I first started reading the book, I assumed that it was initially set in England and that the name was intended to be a euphemistic reference -- as it's used in England. Apparently not. The story starts out in the U.S., and the Buggers are just big bugs from outer space. Seriously.) The Buggers have been attacking Earth, and the most experienced military leaders on Earth have been trying to find a way to protect the planet from another attack. The chosen solution is to utilize and train child geniuses as military leaders. There is some reason explained for this in the story, but I don't feel like going into it right now. It only sort of made sense to me.

As for Ender, he becomes the primary candidate. He's said to be the most brilliant of the child geniuses, so he's taken to the military training facility in outer space to turn him into the leader that is needed. He's emotionally beaten down and slowly becomes an almost robotically cruel child (although Card repeatedly tries to indicate that he's not cruel) who focuses only on the goal and the way to get to it. Meanwhile, he has two slightly older siblings (as in, under fifteen years old) who quietly go about using their advanced skills of communication to conceal their identities and convince all of the people on Earth to follow them. It turns out that Ender's older brother Peter is something of a Napoleon-wannabe, so he eventually becomes the main leader on Earth. Or something like that. Back in space, Ender's job is to find a way to destroy the Buggers. So, he focuses on his mission -- until he realizes that he was duped into hurting creatures that had only mistakenly attacked Earth. Ender feels a little used and decides that he should commit to peace and communication between species. But by that point, he is still so robotic and uninteresting that I couldn't care or be sure that he did.

Another major problem with this book is the flow. The first half approaches enjoyable, but the second half begins to veer off -- as though Card had to expand it or alter it along the way and couldn't quite pick up the momentum from before. The expression that kept going through my head is "jumped the shark": somewhere along the way, the story did just that, and any chance of it being a really good story vanished into the murky depths of poor writing.

Now that I've totally ripped on this book, let me point out that it is extremely popular in some circles and that Card wrote several very popular sequels. As I read through various reviews, I discovered that there are some serious Ender devotees out there (although I suspect that the majority of them are under sixteen and are major fans of sci-fi). I could appreciate this book if readers would be willing to admit that it's just meant to be a quick science fiction read and isn't all that good. I do read some books like that, and I value them for their fluff qualities. (Hey -- I like the Shopaholic books, but I know they have no claims to being great literature.) Unfortunately, Orson Scott Card fans seem to think that excellent science fiction starts with Ender and that this is a great book. It's not even a good book. It has its moments of being readable, but that's about it.

Again, I need to point out that it's very popular with some, so take my disgruntled review with a grain of salt. You might very well enjoy this book. I just couldn't get past the negative qualities, but then again that's my bane as a literature scholar.

Year of publication: 1985
Number of pages: 357