Wednesday, January 6, 2021

The Most Fun Book of 2020: "Tell Me Another One"

Judith Newman

At the end of 2019, before the pandemic, I was in the middle of a crowd of more than a thousand people in a big hall in Brooklyn. We came to hear Presidential Candidate Pete Buttigieg speak.  Halfway through the event, I met Judith Newman, author and New York Times columnist.  We talked about why we thought Mayor Pete was the best candidate for President, then talked about raising kids.

Newman has written several books. Her most well-known is To Siri with Love about raising her autistic son Gus.  Goodreads lists 22 editions of Siri including editions in Dutch, French and Spanish.  

But my favorite of her books is her first.  In 1994 she published Tell Me Another One: A Woman's Guide to Men's Classic Lines.  Before the first of my four daughters was born, I had a goal for all of their lives.  I wanted to convince each of my girls that women cannot change men.  To me, the saddest and most pervasive American myth for girls that kissing a frog would create a prince.  Or that loving a woman would lead a man to change.  

More specifically, I never wanted one of my daughters to say of a furtive, sneaky, loser with his uncombed hair in his eyes, "No one understands him but me."  The truth is, everyone understands that worthless little shit except the foolish girl who is smitten with him.  

All of my life I have known unhappy women who married that guy. They never changed him.  Decades of unhappiness followed.  

In the middle of Tell Me Another One is a brief taxonomy of guys by type. "I'm the Kinda Guy Who...." (How he describes himself)

  • The Loner
  • The Legend in His Own Mind
  • The Rebel
  • The Bum
  • SNAGs (Sensitive New Age Guys)
  • The Woefully Misunderstood

The last section has lovely quotes that describe the guy I warned my girls away from:

"Oh, I'm eternally right. But what good does it do me?" --Robert Sherwood, The Petrified Forest

"If I loved you less, I'd be happier now." --Man whose martyr complex is annoyingly larger than yours.

"This long disease, my life." --Alexander Pope, prologue to The Imitations of Horace 

This is a book of lines. The classic trio is on page 39:

  • "You'd do it if you really love me." --Men, from the day they turn 14.
  • "Nothing's going to happen that you really don't want to happen." --The same men after they turn 30.
  • "Of course, I'll still respect you." --All men, all ages.
On page 35 is civilian version the go-to line of soldiers in every army ever:

"Who knows but the world may end to-night?" --Robert Browning, "The Last Ride Together"

Military version:  "I leave tomorrow. I might not be coming back." --Said any soldier or sailor in any army or navy who thought it would get him laid.  

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My daughters are in relationships with good men who are the opposite of the "misunderstood" guy I worried about.  I could take credit, but it turns out an important part of their education in what men are really like came from playing teams sports at a small school. For away games in middle and high school, they sometimes rode the same bus as the boys teams.  One or two seasons and all of their illusions about boys and men were gone.  



Sunday, January 3, 2021

Book Report 2020: Best and Worst

My favorite book of 2020

This year I am breaking my book list into pieces. This piece is Best and Worst books of 2020.  Each book was recommended by a friend, even the bad book.

First, my favorite book: Nothing Ever Dies: Vietnam and the Memory of War by Viet Thanh Nguyen.  The author is a refugee. He and his family escaped Vietnam after the war was lost by America and by our ally South Vietnam.  

The thesis of the book: 

All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.  

In America we call this war the Vietnam War.  In Vietnam, it is the American War.  In the wake of the victory of the North in 1975, the South was oppressed and the memory of its part in the war erased from the official records.

The stark differences in the views of the war between the two combatant countries are evident at the Vietnam War Memorial where every American soldier who died in the war is etched in the long black wall.  More than three million Vietnamese died in the war, a fact that is not part of any remembrance of the decade-long conflict. Many of the dead were our allies.  Nguyen also points out that the American wounded are not part of the memorial. 

So much of the book was new for me. Although the Vietnam War defined much of my life, the book made clear that I knew little about the war and its devastating effects on both countries.  Most of the senior officers and NCOs I served with on active duty between 1972 and 1979 were Vietnam War veterans. Their experience should have been the basis for fighting the wars in the Middle East in this century, but the lessons learned were quickly forgotten.

A decade ago, when I served in the Iraq War, it was clear that the failures of the Vietnam War would become the failures of the current wars. The big failures of the Iraq War are well known, but Nguyen reminded me of a lesson learned in the Vietnam War that had to be re-learned in Iraq with the loss of many lives and many limbs: armor for trucks

Another lesson of the Vietnam War forgotten in this century is the first line of Chapter 6--On Asymmetry: 

Killing is the weapon of the strong. Dying is the weapon of the weak.  

The book is beautifully written and painfully true. 

Next, three books that gave me a different view of Socrates and Plato. Forty years ago as an undergraduate I read Plato's Republic. What I could remember centered on the Allegory of the Cave and the Philosopher King.   I knew even then that every Utopia was really an authoritarian world--perfection can't allow the mess that is freedom.  

What I did not understand until this year was that Plato at the end of his life had a view of the ideal government that was nearly opposite of his mentor Socrates.  Plato spent his life presenting Socrates to the world. But after Socrates took his own life before Athens put him to death, Plato ceased believing in democracy and imagined a world led by a Philosopher King that is the opposite of the Socratic, democratic ideal.  

The anti-democratic, authoritarian tendency of Plato in late life is at the center of Karl Popper's The Open Society and Its Enemies.  

Popper's book and Republic were the third and fourth books we discussed in the World Conquest Book Club.  

Which brings up the delightful irony that I learned more about Plato by using the very Socratic method of discussing ideas among friends.  

And less than a month after discussing these books, I joined the Virtual Reading Group of the Hannah Arendt Center at Bard College.  The book they were discussing and will finish this month is Arendt's The Promise of Politics. The first essay is "Socrates." Arendt says Socrates used dialogue to bring each person to clarity and harmony:  It is better [for me] to be in disagreement with the whole world than' being one, to be in disagreement with myself.

Through dialogue, Socrates brought those he spoke with to see what they really believed so they could be in agreement within themselves.  In this context Socrates said one reason not to be murderer is that you must live the rest of your life with a murderer.  

Through reading these books and discussing them, I have become more aware I feel moments of real clarity in dialogue, clarity that I cannot find in thinking about a subject or idea by myself. 

At the same time I was learning more about Socrates and dialogue, I read a book by a man whose inner dialogue must be chaotic.  The book attempts to justify Evangelical Christians voting for Trump.  I can imagine the author's inner dialogue would have less harmony than a half-dozen metal trash cans rolling downhill. 

The worst book I read in 2020, I read at the request of a friend named Dmitri who lives part of each year in a monastery in Germany. My best friend, Cliff, has lived there since 1979, the year we both left active duty in the Army Cold War Germany.  I spent the day with Dmitri and Cliff visiting the Cold War border in 2017. He has a very interesting story. Dmitri sincerely believes Trump is good for the Church, for Israel and for America.  So he asked if I would read book Evangelicals at the Crossroads: Will the Church Pass the Trump Test? by Michael L. Brown.  I did.

Brown is a celebrity Christian with who publishes books and articles and is all over social media and does lives interviews and Q&As.  After I read the book, I wrote this on Goodreads: 

In Evangelicals at the Crossroads, Michael L. Brown reminds me of the guy who sat on his own hands and rocked from side to side: he was on the one hand then on the other hand.
Toward the end of the first chapter, Brown quotes Peter Wehner at length. Wehner is an unwavering public Christian who I have heard calmly say that a man with Trump's actions could not possibly represent the Gospel. On the next page he quotes Robert Jeffress who holds rallies for Trump in his Church with patriotic music and flags followed by fireworks displays. Brown quotes these two men as having an equally valid point of view.
Which to me felt like when CNN put an immunologist and Jenny McCarthy, an anti-vaxx celebrity, next to each other as if medical school and nude modeling gave each an equal voice on vaccination.
I looked at Brown's long list of books and it screamed "propaganda."
I deeply distrust his method of presenting opinions without context because his thesis is that there are good people on both sides of the debate. I find that sort of populist equivalency false and repellent.

In the middle of reading the book, I wrote this:

I am reading a book by a white Evangelical Christian justifying his support of the "chaos candidate." I am reading it with two friends who are Christians who live in German and are trying to understand the trumpian Church in America.
The author quotes Christian leaders who celebrate him as a "Chaos Candidate." These trumpians see the white Evangelical Church as embattled by dark forces of secularism who want to take away their freedom.
Imagine those who say they worship the Creator of the Universe celebrating chaos! Chapter 6 has extensive quotes of those celebrating the chaos candidate.
It reads like a librarian celebrating book burning.
The book is a strong confirmation in Church language that the trumpians in the Church, like all trumpians, love their orange idol because he hates who they hate.
Another chilling bit of clarity in the book is that in his reptilian instinct for power, trump has found a huge loyal group who really, deeply celebrates his authoritarian goals. The religious people who support him want rights reversed for everyone who is not them.
MAGA re-elected will reverse gay rights, abortion rights, women's rights, voting rights, the rights of the disabled, worker's rights and when the steamroller gets some momentum going, Trump will reverse civil rights.

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Since the election Brown is less enthusiastic about Trump, while not quite admitting Trump lost. Brown's livelihood is based on stirring up fear among his followers, and he will keep doing that long after Trump is gone.  



Friday, January 1, 2021

Book Report 2020: Fiction


The year 2020 brought a plague on the world, but was a bonanza for my life in books. I am part of a half dozen book groups, so I read books I might never have read or known about otherwise. 

I group the books I read in broad categories: Faith, Fiction, History, Philosophy, Politics, Psychology and Science. The biggest category is fiction so I will start there. 

Nine of the 50 books I read in 2020 are volumes 13-21 of the Master and Commander Series by Patrick O’Brian. I read the first 12 in 2019. It is a wonderful series with many reflections on friendship and leadership and life. Here is a passage on leadership.

Here is last year's list which begins with my delight reading this series. Of course, men crowded on a wooden ship made me think about men crammed into a tank.

The movie is worth watching. The friendship at the center of books is portrayed very well in the movie and some of the good scenes in the book make it into the movie. 

The next two books on the fiction list are the first two of five, 1,000-page volumes in the Game of Thrones series.  This fantasy series was among the best and most popular series on HBO: 8 seasons of sex and slaughter and first-rate acting and political intrigue.  But the books are better. Even eight seasons comprising 80 hours of drama omits some of the depth and character development that can happen in 5,000 pages.  And there are still two volumes yet to be published.  The author is more than three score and ten years old and does not have a healthy lifestyle.  I hope he finishes the final volumes!!!


The next two fiction books I read with the book group that began as four friends who were ESL volunteers sharing books and then became a book club.  This year, two of the seven books of the ESL Friends and Others Book Club were plague books:  Love in the Time of Cholera and The Decameron.  

The best part of the discussion of Cholera was Sarah Reisert on a ten-minute rant about how the book is a beautifully written account of misogyny, child abuse, child molestation, pedophilia, and other misanthropies.  It is all of that and a wonderful story and since it is fiction, no actual humans were harmed and the discussion continued about the parts we liked and did not like.  


The Decameron was better than I remembered. We skipped some of the worst stories of anti-semitism although we did have a long discussion of the last tale which is a tale of terrible abuse of a spouse. Chelsea Pomponio guided us through the two discussions we had of Bocaccio's masterpiece. He PhD thesis is on Bocaccio along with his Florentine contemporaries Dante and Petrarch.  I keep returning to these stories. I am fascinated by the hundred-tale poetic form that I love so much in the cantos of the Divine Comedy.  

The Decameron is paired with The Divine Comedy as the "human comedy."  The New Yorker's Joan Acocella wrote a lovely article about a new translation of Decameron in 2013.


In the spring, I re-read Memoir from and Antproof Case by Mark Helprin.  I have loved his work since I first read one of his stories in the New Yorker almost forty years ago. This is a crazy tale of a coffee-obsessed American pilot living in Brazil who seems like an old crank--and that's all--but has a wonderful story that unfolds over 500 pages.  Winters Tale  and Paris in the Present Tense are my favorites by Helprin, but this one is good. Along with Kazuo Ishiguro, Helprin is my favorite living writer, but I hate is politics as much as I love the politics of Ishiguro. 


The only Russian novel I read this year was The Head of Professor Dowel a creepy tale of three people kept alive as disembodied heads.  I meant to read it for year's and finally got around to it.  It is clearly an antecedent of C.S. Lewis' That Hideous Strength in which the "head" of a conspiracy is a disembodied head.  

At the prompting of my friend and former co-worker and talented writer Michal Meyer, I finally read both Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, and I read them both by reading Good Omens. It's a very funny book on the near end of the world averted at the last moment by an angel and a demon who each "love the world" too much to be good at their respective jobs.  

The last book on my fiction list for 2020 is The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I first read this almost forty years ago. This tale of looking for the meaning of the universe--and finding out that it's meaningless seemed just right for a year of pandemic made worse by incompetent, pathetic leadership. "Don't Panic" is a great motto for 2020.  

A couple of months ago, I wrote about book groups as a diversion for the pandemic year. Some things don't work so well on Zoom, but book discussions among small groups of interested participants work very well. 


Monday, December 28, 2020

Book Report Preview in Pictures

This year I read 50 books. I have not even started writing my 2020 book report, so I am making a preview in pictures: both a preview of the books I will be writing about and a preview of what I will be reading and discussing in the coming months.   

This first picture is the next book in several of the book discussion groups I am participating in.  Starting from the top is "The Promise of Politics" the current book in the Virtual Reading Group at the Hannah Arendt Center at Bard College. 

Next is The Mandrake, a play by Niccolo Machiavelli, which is the next book we discuss in the World Conquest Book Club.

The next two books are part of the Writers in Residences series that is hosted by Franklin and Marshall College and local synagogues, including the one I attend: Shaarai Shomayim in Lancaster, Pa. The discussion of "Hebrew Roots, Jewish Routes" by Jeremy Benstein was a week ago. "Red Sea Spies" by Raffi Berg will be in February.

"Some Assembly Required" by Neil Shubin is the next book in the Evolution Round Table at Franklin and Marshall College.  I have been part of that group for more than a decade and a half.  Stephen Jay Gould sat in with the group when he visited the college in the 1990s.

"The Tiger's Wife" by Tea Obreht is the next book in a discussion group of ESL volunteers and others. 

"Morality" by Lord Rabbi Jonathan Sacks is the topic of a weekly discussion group at Shaarai Shomayim Synagogue. 


The photo above is the books we discussed this year in ESL Book Group mentioned above.
The books in this photo were the books we read this year in the World Conquest Book Club. 

I will say a lot more about these books in the eventual book report.  

Happy New Year!




Monday, December 21, 2020

Celebrating the 51st Anniversary of My Driver's with a 1,400-Mile, 44-Hour Trip

On Thursday morning, December 17, my daughter Lisa sent me a text saying that should would be in Chicago on Saturday, December 19.  I had said months before if she was going to be in Chicago, I would love to see her. She lives in Minneapolis, but her now-remote job is in Chicago.  

Saturday, December 19, would be the 51st anniversary of my driver's license.  What better way to celebrate than to drive to Chicago for dinner and drive back.  

At 8 pm on Friday, the 18th, Nigel and I drove west across Pennsylvania to Cleveland where we stopped for the night just before 2am.  I like driving at night. So much less traffic.  

The next morning we drove to my daughter's apartment on the north side of Chicago.  She was pretty much packed for the move. We walked along the lake shore then ordered dinner from Mr. Dumpling.

After dinner at about 7pm Nigel and I started the 700-mile journey east. We stopped outside of Cleveland again.  By 4pm we were back in Lancaster: 44 hours, 1,422 miles. The car switched to metric units with one click so the journey was also 2,288km getting using 8.5 liters per 100 kilometers traveled. 

Just a nerdy aside, but we use a measure of how far we get per gallon of gas, the metric world, which means the rest of the world except the U.S., Liberia and Myanmar, use a measure of how much fuel they use to go 100 kilometers.  Fuel costs two to three times as much in most of the world as it does in America, so the emphasis makes sense.  


I like doing two-day circle drives. Each of my last three trips in Europe and Israel has included a two-day car trip of either side of a thousand miles.  In 2017, I drove from Paris to Nice and Monaco, then Turin, Zurich and back to Paris: 47 hours, 1,203 miles.  In the fall of 2019, I drove a circle of Israel from Tel Aviv, to Eilat, to Mount Bental on the Golan Heights, back to the coast, then to Jerusalem: 750 miles, 32 hours. I also did a five country loop visiting battlefields and the Spa Francorchamps racetrack that went from Paris to Luxembourg to Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands and back to Paris: 45 hours, 900 miles.

I really am a motorhead.
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Thursday, December 17, 2020

American Exceptionalism Died on Trump's Lying Lips

 


In an essay on Socrates, Hannah Arendt says Socrates wanted all of us to be at peace within ourselves: as much as possible our inner self should be in line with who we present to the world.

To Socrates, one of the problems with being a murderer is that, even if you are never caught, for the rest of your life, you are a murderer. Your inner self can never line up with your public self in a civilized place. You will never be a virtuous person.
In the same way, American exceptionalism died in the five weeks between the election and Mitch McConnell saying "It's over." We were the first successful revolution followed by an enduring democracy. Even if Joe Biden is sworn in as President and the orange liar leaves office, America is now a place in which the sitting President of the United States lied, is lying and will continue to lie about the result of the election. We did not have a peaceful transfer of power and 2018 may still be the last free and fair election in American history.
America is now no better than any broken country fighting against a would-be dictator.
And when the rest of the world laughs at us, as they should, they can point to more than 70 million voters who looked at four years of hate and lies and said, "I want more of that."
America will never again have standing to lecture another country about peaceful transfer of power and democratic norms.

Foreign policy magazine has a good summary of American Exceptionalism.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

The Best Bicycle Racer I Know is the Most Humble

 

Barry Free and I when I extended my Army enlistment for the last time.

Today I went to the doctor for a routine visit. It was an hour before the snow started. I rode to the office, wearing clothes for a ride at a temperature around freezing.  Just after I arrived, about my age woman sat opposite me. She asked me how far I rode. Then she said before she retired she worked in East Petersburg and had a co-worker who rode to work every day from Lebanon, 20 miles north of their office.  

"He rode rain, shine, cold, heat, whatever," she said. "Once his wife came and picked him up because it snowed during the day. Once. In more than 20 years. I can't remember his name. I...."

"Barry," I said. "Barry Free."

"Right, that's him."  

I told her I had ridden with Barry many times over the past three decades.  And that Barry was the best racer I knew personally--he was twice the Masters National Road Racing Champion.  

"Really?" she said. "I knew he rode far. I never knew he rode fast. I never knew he raced."  

I told her some of his career highlights and that even though Barry is a full decade older than me, I was never happier than five years ago when I beat him by a few seconds in a time trial.  We were not actually racing each other, different age groups, but my time was a few seconds better. That never happened before. I was happier with knowing I could be faster than Barry than I was my place in the race.  Barry was 72 years old then.

Bicycle racers as a group are as humble as senators at a fund-raising event.  Barry is different, and now I knew how different.  A co-worker in the same office not only did not know he was a champion, she did not even know he raced.  

Barry no longer races, but at 77 years old, he is still riding.  In a world where humility is more rare than Dairy Queen stores in the Sahara Desert, Barry is the real deal. I hope we can ride again when the snow melts and old guys like us get the vaccine. 

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