Sunday, March 18, 2012

Bonhoeffer Bio: Reading Notes


Bonhoeffer:  Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy - Eric Metaxas.

Gathering my thoughts to write this review has been frustrating.  I admire Dietrich Bonhoeffer so much, but feel that his biographer, Eric Metaxas wasn't exactly the perfect match for his subject.  Here are my reading notes:

Pro:  Dietrich Bonhoeffer is a strong subject with a compelling story.  Eric Metaxas worked hard to make DB's sometimes highly cerebral theology comprehensible to lay audiences.  Metaxas' prose style is a little  punchy and crude, but when he doesn't get carried away, it is a good balance for Bonhoeffer's somewhat hazy philosophical jaunts, especially earlier in his career.  He is also quite adept as showing Bonhoeffer's development and transition from a man of thought to a man of action.

Pro:  Bookending the biography with the July, 1945 BBC memorial broadcast was a nice choice. Very moving.

Pro:  EM's research showing how Hitler impacted the German church, his personal feelings about religion, his own whacked-out vision of himself as a god, and his cynical manipulation of the church to keep the German "Volk" firmly on his side made for interesting and compelling reading.

Pro: EM seems intellectually honest.  If DB's thoughts and reactions haven't been recorded in some fashion, he says so and doesn't try to make up things.

Pro:  Bonhoeffer spent some time in prison at Buchenwald.  A British intelligence officer named S. Payne Best was imprisoned in the same cellar with him.  Best, who survived the war, wrote about his experiences as a POW in a book called The Venlo Incident.  As EM points out, Best "had a penchant for dark humor" and looking at Bonhoeffer's last months through this viewpoint is disconcerting, but it works well in this biography. While bringing some levity to the grimness, the description of Bonhoeffer engaging in day-to-day events amplifies the nervousness and horror the reader feels about his fate.

Con:  EM's writing style, while vigorous, is so distracting.  He has several little asides that do nothing to serve his subject and stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.  While doing his research, he seems to have been influenced by William L.Shirer, the author of The Rise & Fall of the Third Reich.  In this work, Shirer was not one to keep his opinions to himself and engaged in name-calling and insults.  This doesn't work quite so well for Metaxas.  He doesn't have to work so hard to make modern readers hate Hitler.  We get it; he and his minions were evil.  There was also a longish section in which EM discusses how an aged Martin Luther developed an increasing fondness for scatological phrasing.  Again, this does not serve the subject of the book, it reads like EM is showing off his research while trying to appeal to the earthiness of his perceived reading public.

Con:  Metaxas is writing for what seems like a narrowly specific audience (American, Fundamentalist, Conservative) and he seems to believe that his audience, while devout, are not great readers and he's got to piggyback them along.  There's also a lot of apologizing and explaining for Bonhoeffer as Metaxas twists himself into knots to convince the audience that DB is one of them.  Bonhoeffer was bigger than that, though; his influences came from everywhere!  Furthermore, if he had lived longer, his intellect would not have permitted him to stop refining his thoughts and beliefs and developing new ones.  Bonhoeffer's legacy is large enough to include a large variety of people, churchgoing or not.

Con:  "...as we shall see..." Constant repetition of this phrase seemed lazy and unnecessary.

Con:  How could EM fit in all that other stuff, the cute little asides, the scatological humor and the dogged attempts to knock Bonhoeffer's corners off  and tell the readers exactly what to think but leave out what became of Bonhoeffer's young fiancee, Maria?  He makes amends in a later edition of the book, but what editor would allow that kind of oversight, regardless of deadlines looming?

Con:  I don't know if this was true with all editions of the book, but my copy had no photos, which is my main pet peeve for nonfiction.

Final thoughts:  I finished reading Bonhoeffer:  Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy over a week ago and I can't stop thinking about his bravery, his tough-mindedness and his incredible ability to see what Hitler was up to so early and so clearly.  Reading about his last days was a wrenching and grueling experience.  I also wanted to scream when he was safe in London and in New York on separate occasions, yet letters and diaries show that he felt he couldn't sit out the war safely and also be a credible member of clergy.   Credit goes to his biographer for bringing him so vividly to life.

 With a few reservations, I recommend this book.  If you decide to read it, be prepared for jarring authorial intrusion.  Skip the reading questions.  They are designed to make readers think, but they are also designed with nationalistic and religious perimeters to insure the reader will be led to very specific conclusions.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Oh, Library. Let's Kiss And Make Up.


I've been in Dutch with my library for several months now.  They say that I didn't return an activities workbook for Little House on the Prairie.  I've repeatedly searched my office and my former apartment, and I say that I did. The checkout machine flashed an ominous red when I tried to pretend like this wasn't happening, and the library staff yelled at me in Korean and crossed their forearms in the "no" sign.  After a while, I grew weary.  No way I was gonna win this one.  Last fall, in an effort to get my checkout privileges back, I offered to pay for the book:  "Ego ulmaeyo?" I asked, taking out my wallet.  More yelling and crossed arms and fierce expressions.  Perhaps they thought it was a bribe.

Forget you, Library, I thought, or words to that effect.  I don't need your...books.  But who was I fooling? No library loot for several months was starting to make Bybee a very unhappy girl.

Feeling moody, I wandered into the stacks on Monday and glared at the shelves.  Nothing I want, anyway.  So there, Library.  Put that in the funny wedge-shaped glass thing on the side of your building and smoke it.


And then.  And then!  I saw it peeking out at me, almost coyly.  The Inland Island by Josephine Johnson!  A gorgeous hardcover copy that looked brand-new and the cover creaked when I opened it!  Josephine Johnson!  Josephine WINSLOW Johnson!  Pulitzer prizewinning Josephine W. Johnson!  I just finished Now in November a couple of months ago.  I was giddy. This book was going home with me!..then I remembered.

This newest library situation must be resolved.  I didn't suffer through four years of working at a school in which the library's Dewey Decimal system stopped at 799 only to be denied  checkout privileges at my current school because of someone's stupid mistake (perhaps mine).

My next move is to visit Office Guy in the English Department and tell him that I lost a library book and want to pay to have it replaced.  Then he can call the charming fellow at the desk on the 4th floor of the library and try to sort things out.  I hope we can kiss, make up, and go on as before.  If not, and Charming-Nim wants to make an example of me, so be it. I suppose I'll be visiting The Inland Island.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Another Blogiversary



Happy #8, Blob!

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

February Full of Books


What a great month!  In spite of packing and moving house and unpacking, I was able to sink into reading for hours on end and successfully continue with the TBR challenge.  I'm glad this challenge has forced me to finally experience these beauts that have been on my shelf for so long:

1. The Man With The Golden Arm - Nelson Algren.  This novel was the first winner of the National Book Award.  Polish-Americans on the rough side of Chicago just after World War II.  The title character is Frankie Machine (Majcinek), a card dealer who was wounded in the war and came back with a taste for morphine.  Gritty subject matter with a jazzy inflection.  Is this an audiobook?  If not, I have a suggestion for the perfect narrator:  Tom Waits.  There's also a movie version starring Frank Sinatra as Frankie Machine.  Good cast, but the script is a little hammy-handed.

2. View From The Cellar - R.W. Watkins.  I rhapsodized about Watkins in the previous post.  By the time I was done with his fond and searching look at The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane, I was all fired up to reread...

3. The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane - Laird Koenig.  At 214 pages, this suspense novel packs a hell of a punch. It's lean and mean and elegant.  It's like Shirley Jackson at her best.  I want to join forces with R.W. Watkins to give this book (and the almost-as-cool movie) a much-deserved renaissance.

4. I Want That!  How We All Became Shoppers - Thomas Hine.  So glad I got this disappointing book on sale for only a dollar.

5. Mr. Popper's Penguins - Richard and Florence Atwater.  I keep thinking not about the book, but about plucky Florence Atwater who carried on with her husband's penguin story after he had a stroke and could neither speak nor write. She rewrote parts of it and submitted it to a couple of publishers before it was finally accepted.  Mr. Popper's Penguins went on to win a Newbery Honor medal in 1939.

6. How Did I Get Here From There? - Claire Rayner.  This was a book I almost tossed aside, unread.  I'm so glad I had a change of heart and got to learn about this fascinating person.

7. The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down - Anne Fadiman.  A huge culture clash between a Hmong family who immigrated to Merced, California and the local medical community over how to treat an epileptic little girl. Anne Fadiman presents the little girl's -- Lia Lee -- story and in alternate chapters, provides background history about the Hmong.  Fascinating.  Brilliant book.

8. Life's That Way - Jim Beaver.  Beaver, a character actor, is best known for his roles as Ellsworth in Deadwood and Bobby in Supernatural.  He's also a fine writer.  Life's That Way had its beginnings as an e-mail journal that he kept for a whole year, beginning when his wife, actress Cecily Adams was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer.  Jim Beaver's writing is sad and wise and wry.  In my mind, I could hear his actual voice.  If this had been an audiobook, I would have bawled even harder.

9. Get Carter - Ted Lewis.  AKA Jack's Return Home.  Jack Carter returns from London after several years to attend his brother's funeral.  It's being said that his death was an accident, but Jack has his suspicions which  get bigger as thugs and small-time crooks in the area try to strong-arm him into paying his respects and getting on the next train out.  Jack's not exactly the docile type, though, and God help the men (and women) who stand in his way.  A gritty look at the seedy side of northern England.  The movie, starring Michael Caine as Carter, is even better.

10.  Who Was Elvis Presley?  - Geoff Edgers.  A juvenile biography of The King.  Edgers took a cue from Peter Guralnick and couldn't hold back his scorn about Elvis' movie career.  Other than that, it's a pretty balanced look at the entertainer with interesting side notes about the world and culture he came from and was living in.

11. So Big - Edna Ferber.  Winner of the 1925 Pulitzer Prize for fiction.  I liked this story of Selina Peake DeJong, a gambler's daughter who married a dim bulb of a Dutch-American farmer and settled on the outskirts of Chicago.  Even beaten down by poverty and hard work, she never loses her capacity to appreciate beauty and for self-expression.  Although she wants and gets the best for her son, Dirk, she's a little bewildered and appalled when he gives him his dream of being an architect to get rich quickly as a bond salesman, since she also knows there is beauty in struggle.  For me, Ferber is the female Sinclair Lewis.  They both have such sturdy, Midwest American styles.  No one could mistake them for writers from anywhere else. I didn't care for a later effort of hers, Saratoga Trunk (1941), but I really enjoyed So Big and look forward to reading more of her work.  Edna Ferber appears briefly as a character in the Dorothy Parker biopic Mrs. Parker and The Vicious Circle (1994).  Lili Taylor gives an intriguing performance as Ferber, slightly awkward around the Algonquin Round Table wits who ridicule her for her overtly dogged approach to writing.

Work started up again on Monday, but I'm happy about teaching the Children's Literature class again this semester.  I'm making each student in the class select a Newbery winner to read and report on as part of their final grade.  I noticed today that one girl was carrying Rabbit Hill (the 1945 winner), which I've never read.  Maybe I can work in a Newbery or two on my own during the Readathon in April.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

A Rynn Thing



One thing about coming of age in the years before the internet is that you never quite lose that feeling that you're the only one who loves something.  You think you're the only rabid fan.  There are other devotees out there, but you can't get to them, so you might as well be as alone as, well, Rynn Jacobs in The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane.

When I discovered R.W. Watkins' View From The Cellar, a critical analysis of Laird Koenig's 1974 novel and the 1976 movie version starring Jodie Foster as Rynn (perfect casting) and Martin Sheen as creepy Frank Hallet, I was extremely pleased.  Like him, I have bought several copies of the book.  (One was on the "discard" table in my hometown library.  I had to stifle a gasp.)  I really don't want to give a synopsis of the book for fear of saying too much.  I want people to read The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane themselves.  It's my favorite kind of horror novel -- more psychological than gory or ghosty.  Shirley Jackson would have thoroughly approved of this book.

View From The Cellar begins with some of Watkins' writings from his fanzine of the same name.  I really miss the enthusiasm that went into producing zines.  I love blogging, but I've never lost that feeling that it's so much more sterile. There's a long essay in which Watkins provides painstaking evidence that the film version used more than one house while filming.  I love his obsessiveness, and yes, I ran to Youtube to re-watch some of the scenes where he pointed out continuity errors.  This essay about the movie is interspersed with original haiku based on the storyline.  The main thing that stuck out for me in watching the movie (for which Laird Koenig did the screenplay) is that Jodie Foster's Rynn was more of a victim of circumstances, while Rynn in the novel was decidedly more calculating.

I cared very little for Watkins' comparison of Rynn and Ayn Rand (mostly because I've got a huge mental block against Rand), but was riveted by his examination of the novel as a 'Jewish/Christian Symbolist Tale'. I knew that Rynn was probably Jewish, and remembered the scene in which she was studying Hebrew from a record, but all I thought about it was that she might head for Israel when she was old enough to travel alone without comment.  Watkins finds religious symbolism on nearly every page.

In 1997, a stage version of The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane was published.  It doesn't sound very good, according to Watkins, but I'm so obsessive I would gladly watch a production.

Like all good novels, The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane ends leaving the reader with questions and wondering about the characters long after the book has been shelved.  I've always wondered how things turned out for Rynn, but I don't really feel the need for a sequel.  As Watkins points out, Laird Koenig is in his 80s now and unlikely to revisit his most brilliant creation.  Of course, if there had  been a sequel, I'd have been all over it.  Perhaps R.W. Watkins might decide to try his hand at some point.

I know I wrote this earlier, but I am so pleased that I discovered View From The Cellar.  It feels like a gift.  The icing on the birthday cake, as Watkins himself would say, is that he is Canadian, so I can count this book for my Canadian Reading Challenge.

Friday, March 02, 2012

All My Friends Are Going To Be Authors


This week, it's Val's turn to be a published author!  I hope her book about the pitfalls of blind dating in South Korea will be wildly successful.  I also hope that she'll still speak to me and agree to meet me in town sometimes after the movie version comes out.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

I Always Wanted To Live Next Door To An Author...


...and now I do!

An unexpected bonus to moving house:  My friend and new neighbor, Dina Porell, recently wrote and published an e-book of recipes from her native Egypt.  Dina is a wonderful cook; I've been lucky enough to taste several of her creations.  I'm looking forward to sitting down and reading her cookbook.  I'll try to choose a time when the smells from her kitchen are wafting down the hallway so I can get the full, blissful effect.