March 2011

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Spring break has started over here so the kids were set loose for two weeks.  Hmmm, what to do.  One terrific idea–my daughter told me about a website one of her teachers started, One Billion Poets.  The goal is to connect teenagers all over the world through poetry.  Teens from all over the world are posting their original poems.  I’ve seen contributions from Sri Lanka, the United States, India and locations in the Caribbean.

Here are the guidelines to enter a poem:

1. Click the region of the map on the website to disclose your country

2. Then in the forum, select your region

3. Click Add and submit a poem that responds to one of the five prompts (see below)

4. In the discussion title: write the prompt and in (  ) your country or state

Prompts:

I CARRY - I’M FROM - WISHES - LAUGHTER - YOUR CHOICE

It’s easy!  My daughter is loving reading the poetry of fellow teens all over the world.  I suspect she’ll find a lot of commonality and enough difference to be fascinating.

One Billion Poets just added its first contest, the topic is ‘something people see as ugly but you see as beautiful.’  The prizes are gifts cards and contributions to a literary society, great way to win and contribute at the same time.

Pass along to your favorite literary teen and let’s see how many budding poets around the world can enjoy each others company.

 

 

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I haven’t discussed a translated book in awhile, but I’ve read a couple lately that I enjoyed so I’m bringing this series back for a reprise.  To the End of the Land is the story of friendship, family and Israel.  It follows Ora and Avram as they hike and Ora tells Avram the story of their son.

Grossman’s book To the End of the Land kept me on the verge of tears.  What made the book universal for me was a mother letting go of her son.  The theme of saying goodbye was heart-wrenching.    I don’t have to send a son I’ve raised with empathy and care into a war zone at age eighteen, but I do have a son leaving for college in 17 months and life will not be the same.  Our relationship will change, my role will be different.  There will be joy and loss in that process.  Reading To the End of the Land stirred the grieving that accompanies this transition.

Grossman’s characters live with a constant sense of the fragility of life.  Another universalism, that we could all get hit by the proverbial bus tomorrow, feels heightened in Grossman’s Israel.  The randomness of pulling a name out of a hat, the name picked is tortured by Arabs, the one not is tortured by guilt.  Whether or not the bus you’re riding on will be bombed, or the one passing you in cross traffic.  The fear of both sons partying at the same bar because it could be the one a suicide bomber visits that night.  Americans don’t live with that same day-to-day fear.  Not only do the characters, and presumably Israelis, live with the underlying fear of random death, there is a sense that the nation could cease to exist:

“Look at them,” Avram had said to her once, in one of their drives around the streets of Tel Aviv after he got back.  ”Look at them.  They walk down the street, they talk, they shout, read newspapers, go to the grocery store, sit in cafes”–he went on for several minutes describing everything they saw through the car window–”but why do I keep thinking it’s all one big act?  That it’s all to convince themselves that this place is truly real?”

“You’re exaggerating,” Ora had said.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think that Americans or the French have to believe so hard all the time just to make America exist.  Or France, or England.”

I grew up in a world where Israel existed, it never occurred to me that a country, especially an ally, could disappear until I attended a lecture a few years ago given by an Israeli political scientist.  The room was filled with about 200 senior citizens, mostly Jewish.  The lecturer asked how many people thought Israel would not survive and a significant majority raised their hands.  As the discussion progressed, it became clear that many believed the state of Israel was a phase; it was not permanent.  I thought of that room when I read the above passage.  The conscious effort to make Israel real is strikingly different from the unarticulated fundamental belief that the United States is permanent.

I wonder if this fear and mindset heightens the sense of life in Israel.  If so, I didn’t get that impression from Grossman’s book.  The richness of family life is well relayed, but not an exuberance.  Grossman’s main characters are very insular.  My primary criticism of this wonderful book is that the characters sometimes felt flat.  I don’t think it’s because of it being translated, I believe it is a result of the private world Grossman creates for them.  Ora, Ilan and Avram bond in the hospital when Israel is under attack, in a fever, in the dark.  There are only the three of them for the first section of the book, the lone Arab nurse is down the hall.  The balance of the book permeates with a world limited by this character triangle.  It is expanded by the the birth of Adam and Ofer but always feels in reference to just the three of them.  Never seeing Ora outside of these relationships, never with a girlfriend or at work, left me feeling like she was a conduit the author used to stir emotions in me rather than a fully realized character.

Grossman leads the reader on a thought-provoking journey filled with emotion.  This isn’t a fast read, it’s paced to match the walk.  It’s a trip I’m willing to take over and over again.

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Katniss Evergreen, the heroine of The Hunger Games Trilogy, is sixteen with long black hair, olive skin and grey eyes.  Well, Jennifer Lawrence has long hair.  Frankly, I’m disappointed.  Given the author’s description of the character, this was a great opportunity for a break out actress who doesn’t look quite so white.  Even though I can think of good reasons why I shouldn’t be annoyed, I still am.

Reason #1:  It goes without saying that the most important attribute for the actress who plays Katniss is the ability to perform the role well.  Jennifer Lawrence did a fine job in Winter’s Bone.

Reason #2:  While Katniss’ physical appearance in the story was important, it is about how she was styled, not as much about her physical attributes.  I had to stop and think about how I imagined her when the rumors of whitewashing the character first started flying a few months ago.  What I recalled had more to do with her clothes and decorations and less to do with her skin color.

So why should it matter?  Because whitewashing erases people of color.  It is a form of racism that, intentional or not, is subtly effective and needs to be called out.  There is a missed opportunity here, the chance to have a strong female character who is a teenage girl of color.  That saddens me.

I won’t be boycotting the movie, in fact I’m sure I’ll see it multiple times with my daughter.  But as I’m watching it, I hope I’ll remember Katniss had dark hair and olive skin.

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Recommended Reading for Black History Month and Women’s History Month?

I’m conflicted about allocating issues to certain months of the year, African-Americans get February while women get March (I have no doubt that every month has it’s topic).  On the one hand, it leads to greater awareness.  Drop into many classrooms in February and there are posters up of Martin Luther King, Jr or Fredrick Douglass.  I haven’t seen women get quite as much visual coverage in March, but at least we get a month that’s three days longer.  It is important to highlight the contributions people have made in very oppressive systems and at great cost to themselves.  I think what bothers me a bit is how routine it feels.  Every February we remember the contributions of blacks and then in March we think about women, I wonder if it enhances a division.  I wonder if it is time to do it better.  Don’t get me wrong, we need to compensate for the dominance of white-male-Western-history, we don’t live in a world where everyone has the same starting line and all is equal, but can we improve on what we’ve built so far?

I came across Sojourner’s speech during Black History Month, it reminded me that there are still people who suffer solely because of their ethnicity or gender.  Sojourner Truth was born a slave.  She had nine or ten older siblings that she only knew from her mother’s memories, they had all been sold before she was born.  She was sold multiple times, “walked” away from slavery (she felt running away was wrong, walking away after satisfying her obligations was permitted) and eventually was emancipated.  She became a traveling preacher and spoke on a variety of topics:  emancipation, women’s rights, temperance, Christianity.  Her most famous speech was delivered at a Women’s Rights Conference in Akron, Ohio in 1851:

Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I a Woman?” Speech

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

 

I don’t care what month it is, this speech is worth reading any time of the year.


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It’s easy to feel literary wandering around Bloomsbury, this is the area rooted in Virginia Woolf, E.M. Forster and their literary group actually named Bloomsbury.  If that isn’t enough, the British Museum and the University of London anchor the intellectual life.  Little bookstores pop up in unexpected places (see previous reviews London Review Bookshop and Bookmarks), two caught my attention:  Gosh! and Oxfam Bloomsbury Bookshop.

Gosh!

I’m not a comic book reader and don’t think I’ll ever evolve into a fan of graphic novels, but I know a good niche bookstore when I see one.  Gosh! was packed with people of all ages pouring over everything from mangas to graphic novels to collectible comic books.  The store opens into a room dedicated to current graphic novels, I was tempted by the classics in graphic novel form, but then wondered if reading one would be akin to reading the classics in the ‘young readers’ version, essentially killing the story.  Gosh! then meanders back into multi-story smaller rooms.  The collectible section was impressive, well organized and easy for find all those ancient Peanuts and Batman comic books.  If you love graphic novels, manga or comic books, this is your mecca.  My favorite aspect was the sign out front, simply the Batman insigna.  After seeing hundreds of old pub signs with illustrations from the days when people couldn’t read, I enjoyed this updated version.

Oxfam Bloomsbury Bookshop

All over England I noticed charity stores, in one city in Wales I counted three charity stores on one block.  However, I never saw huge block buildings dedicated to public storage.  I wonder if the two observations are linked.  In Bloomsbury, Oxfam opened a version of charity store, but dedicated solely to books.  Personally, I’ve only visited one such store in the US, Housing Works in NYC which gives all of its proceeds to AIDS work.  I would love to find more, not just sections of Goodwill for bookshelves, but entire used bookstores for charity.  Anyway, off my soap box, the Oxfam store had a wonderful selection of books.  My favorite was a section dedicated to the commuter, books or literary magazines that could be read in sections during a single commute.  There was a whole shelf dedicated to used Granta magazines at a fraction of the cost.  In addition to books the store offers notes/stationary/writing supplies produced by Oxfam.  What better way to buy a used book than to support a charity that fights poverty and injustice?

Gosh!

39 Great Russell St.

London WC1B 3NZ

T:  020-7636-1011

Oxfam Bloomsbury Bookshop

12 Bloomsbury St.

London WC1B 3QA

T:  0207-637-4610

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