Politics, history and Art, This Book was Written for Me
I meant to write this the day The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver won the first round of the Tournament of Books, but it’s been a crazy week. I liked the book better than the judge or the commentators, and, I have to say that their reading and review of the book was too superficial for me. I have a feeling that The Lacuna may make it one more round at the very most, so here’s my opportunity to say I enjoyed it. In part because I was a Soviet Studies major in college, so I find Trotsky an interesting character (if you agree, try In the Casa Azul by Meaghan Delahut), also because I love history and last, but not least, I enjoy art.
Politics
Kingsolver has a lot to say out the press and public acceptance of whatever appears in black and white. Repeatedly through the discussions of the press in Mexico and later in the United States with Harrison, the main character, Kingsolver portrays the press as the howler monkeys introduced on the first page:
In the beginning were the howlers. They always commenced their bellowing in the first hour of dawn, just as the hem of the sky began to whiten. It would start with just one: his forced, rhythmic groaning, like a saw blade. That aroused others near him, nudging them to bawl along with his monstrous tune.
Sadly, little has changed, where was the press during the run up to the Iraqi War? Chasing Michael Jackson or the latest starlet sinking into a life of excess, picking up the latest howl of scandal, rather than asking the hard questions. Personally, as much of a fan as I am of the New York Times (it’s the paper I read daily), it has a lot to be ashamed of during this first decade of the 21st century. Kingsolver gives two options for coping with the howling press: hide in plain sight as flamboyant Frida did, all those wonderful dresses and hairstyles covered her physical deformities and emotional pain, or hide altogether.
The Lacuna concludes with an incredible dialogue during a Committee on Un-American Activities hearing (I’ve always thought the title of those hearings really referred to the activity of the hearings more than the investigation purported to be the focus of the hearings). A week ago, I would have said those hearings were an embarrassing part of our history, but Liz Cheney’s attacks on lawyers who respect our country and Constitution so much that they represent despicable people reminded me that political persecution is alive and well.
History
Kingsolver uses the book to present a view that history is made up of individuals. Most obviously, she brings Tolstoy, Rivera and Kahlo to life as breathing, jealous, caring, contradictory people. The affairs, the meetings, the food, the egos are all mixed together with creating great art and political thought. We are left with political theory and art that influenced the course of history, but the reader sees the people who created the works. A conversation between Kahlo and Harrison Read the rest of this entry »
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