Book review: The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Book review: The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Book review:

The Reader (Der Vorleser)

 

by Bernhard Schlink (b. 1944) (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)

218 pages

 

You might say “Why bother re-hashing the Nazi atrocities and ‘the final solution’ of World War II?”

Here’s one reason: it’s not satisfactory to say, simply, “never again.”

Here’s another reason: Bernhard Schlink has created a noble and compelling illumination of one aspect of the horrific, barely imaginable realities of the second great war: the mindset of the good people of Germany who allowed Hitler and the Nazis to take power and do their evil, and the confusion of younger Germans who came of age afterward.

The Reader offers some insight into a tiny slice of the German mindset, with an abbreviated biography of Hanna Schmitz. Her life is the personification of pathos. She is fiercely self-sufficient, but she is a puppet of the Nazi regime. She passionately savors literature, but she is illiterate. She is instinctively kind and generous, but she can admit without remorse that, as an SS concentration camp guard, she allowed several hundred women to burn to death in a church.

Michael Berg, an unworldly teenager, is the reader in Schlink’s telling. Hanna entices him to read good books to her, long before he realizes that she cannot read or write. Michael’s relationship with Hanna metamorphoses in fantastic and soul-destroying ways. He struggles with his growing awareness that he has been seared, tainted, and transformed by his consuming involvement with her.

Ultimately, at Hanna’s war crimes trial, Michael stares into the abyss: he explores her guilt, his feelings about intervening to mitigate her sentence, the ineffable mystery of who should share guilt for the war horrors: “…that some few would be convicted and punished while we of the second generation were silenced by revulsion, shame, and guilt….”

Michael reflects on his irresolvable dilemma: “When I tried to understand [Hanna’s crime], I had the feeling I was failing to condemn it as it must be condemned. When I condemned it as it must be condemned, there was no room for understanding.”

Michael works at his own expiation. He sends recorded books on tape to Hanna while she is in prison.

Finally, he learns that his effort was too self-protective, too little, too late to do the right thing.

I think that’s the reality Schlink had in mind.

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much about each other…

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Book review: Shantung Compound

Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t

     “rise to the occasion”…

 

 

Book review:

Shantung Compound:

The Story of Men and Women

   Under Pressure

 

by Langdon B. Gilkey (1919-2004)

Harper & Row, New York, 1966

242 pages

 

This is the most provocative book I’ve read in my adult life. 

It powerfully evokes a very civilized despair for the human social condition. It tells us that the Western notion of the social contract is a wistful, romantic notion. I think I said that in a nice way. Shantung Compound was a blunt, clarifying, transformative read for me. 

In Gilkey’s words, “This book is about the life of a civilian internment camp in North China during the war against Japan . . . Because internment-camp life seems to reveal more clearly than does ordinary experience the anatomy of man’s common social and moral problems and the bases of human communal existence, this book finally has been written.”

Gilkey was a 24-year-old American teacher in a Chinese university when World War II commenced. He and about 2,000 others, men, women, and children, mostly Europeans including academics, clergy and businessmen, were imprisoned for more than two years in relatively benign conditions in the Weihsien camp near Shantung. Their Japanese captors provided the bare minimum of food and coal, and told the inmates to run the camp inside the walls.

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Shantung Compound is Gilkey’s account of the endlessly frustrated attempts, by various camp leaders and elected committees and a few charismatic individuals, to enforce a fair allocation of the smallish rooms and dorm beds, to get everyone to do a fair share of work, to prevent stealing, to settle social disputes, to provide for the exceptional needs of the elderly, the frail, the young kids, the nursing mothers…

The overwhelming truth is that, facing the prospective dangers and daily extremities of camp life, nearly all of the internees didn’t “rise to the occasion” to protect the weak and to cooperate rationally for their own good and the common good.

Instead, this is what nearly all of the internees—most of them white, educated, Western—tended to do most of the time: they conspicuously looked out for themselves and their families, declined to do more than a modicum of work, refused to give up some of their “equal” share of food and housing to needier fellow inmates, shied away from volunteer leadership, declined to share the contents of relief parcels sent by their “own” governments, stole food and supplies whenever possible, refused to punish the egregious wrongdoers among them, and rationalized most of their uncharitable, uncooperative, and uncivil behavior in complex variations of religious and humanist moralities…

Mind you, this wasn’t humanity in a state of nature. There wasn’t any “. . . Nature, red in tooth and claw” stuff. The Japanese guards remained aloof from the prisoners’ largely autonomous camp administration, and the guards permitted black market trading with villagers outside the camp. The internees lived in dismal but not life-threatening conditions. They lived peaceably, often manifesting their shortcomings in a nominally genteel way. In a perverted sense, they were in a protected environment, and really didn’t worry much about anything except surviving in a tolerably impoverished condition as part of a generally homogeneous group.

They could have lived an Enlightenment fantasy in Shantung Compound. They could have established a coherent community with orderly cooperation, consensual leadership, and rational allocation of food, housing and civic niceties to appropriately satisfy the disparate needs of all.

But they didn’t.

Here endeth the lesson for today.


In 1990 Gilkey was interviewed by Joe Bessler-Northcutt for an article in the American Journal of Theology & Philosophy (2007, Vol 28, No. 1). Gilkey said: “…it began to dawn on me that our political problems…were really moral problems. I wasn’t right that there were only material problems and organizational problems—learning how to cook and organizing the kitchen and so forth—but that a community has a lot of other things going on. And that it was the moral, insofar as there was any reflection there, that holds the community together. You have got to have supplies, you have got to have organization, that I knew very well. But you have also got to have some kind of moral structure to the community or the supplies, and the organization are not going to get you anywhere. Now that’s the main theme of the book.”

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

Never more relevant…

by William Golding

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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

It’s not really

   about Ann Hathaway…

 

 

Book review:

Shakespeare’s Wife

 

by Germaine Greer, HarperCollinsPublishers, New York, 2007

406 pages

 

This is scholarly nonfiction that is not to my taste.

I respect Greer’s effort to vivify Ann Hathaway, the wife of William Shakespeare.

I do think she went overboard a bit.

Shakespeare’s Wife is longish, considering that lots of the details of Ann’s life aren’t well documented or remain obscure.

For my taste, too much of this work is carefully contingent or unselfconsciously speculative. The specification of what we don’t really know is perhaps more interesting to a scholar embracing esoterica than it is to a lay reader like me.

Moreover, Greer’s text is chock-a-block with statements and implications that Shakespeare wrote about his wife and his private life in his plays and sonnets. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t.

Much of this tirelessly researched and documented book isn’t really about Ann Hathaway. Greer conspicuously offers detail about people she knew and didn’t know, in Stratford and elsewhere, and about circumstances of life, commerce and the arts in the 16th century in the middle of England.

So, here’s what I learned: Shakespeare may or may not have loved his wife.

Ditto for Ann’s relationship with Bill. I don’t need to read this book again.

 

p.s. the image in this post is not Shakespeare’s wife, no one knows what she looked like…

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Book review: The Sea Runners

Book review: The Sea Runners

…a relentlessly obvious story…

 

 

Book review:

The Sea Runners

 

by Ivan Doig (1939-2015)

Penguin Books, New York, 1983

279 pages

 

I want to be fair. This is a novel about everything dogged: determination, courage, loyalty, imagination, strength, stubbornness.

I’m bound to say there’s little excitement in Doig’s first novel. You’d think that death-defying action would add a little bunny-hop to one’s pulse, but think again. There is a relentless context that animates the characters in The Sea Runners, and swaddles all the environmental features of this story of men against the sea. It’s based on an actual event in the northern Pacific Ocean in the middle of the 19th century, so you know how it turns out.

Four Swedes escaped from a Russian work camp and paddled in a stolen canoe for a couple months on the open ocean to reach the American port of Astoria in Oregon. The story is more interesting than that simple summary, but, alas, it merely informs…it does not soar.

I thought of myself as an Ivan Doig fan when I began reading The Sea Runners, and now I understand that I must be specific: I like This House of Sky and I like The Bartender’s Tale, and such.

The emerald clarity of Doig’s stories about the West is a world apart from the drudging redundancy of this book. The character development is relentlessly obvious. Sea Runners is narrow and repetitive. Doig doesn’t resist running his characters through the same paces, over and over again.

The Sea Runners isn’t a bad story. The determination, courage, loyalty, imagination, strength and stubbornness are in plain view, there’s never any doubt about that.

There’s no doubt about just about everything in this story.

Nevertheless, Ivan, I love ya, man. I love some of your stories.

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Up for the counting

…he picks up the rhythm…(a poem)

“Numerology”

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O. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi”

O. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi”

…achingly real characters,

                and such love…

 

”And here I have lamely related to you

the uneventful chronicle

     of two foolish children in a flat

who most unwisely sacrificed for each other

     the greatest treasures of their house.”

 

from “The Gift of the Magi” in The Four Million

by O. Henry (William Sydney Porter [1862-1910])

Published April 1906

 

Probably you’re an O. Henry fan, you know the whole story of Della and Jim, the two foolish children who sold a beloved gold pocket watch and an entrancing fall of brown hair to buy innocently painful Christmas gifts for each other…even if you’re not an O. Henry fan, I’ll bet you know the story.

Who doesn’t know the story?

“The Gift of the Magi” is a signature O. Henry piece, with achingly real characters slip-sliding through lives shackled by just a touch too much hardship and garlanded with magnificently understated and oh-so-richly-expressed love, such love as never recedes or withers….

Mr. and Mrs. James Dillingham Young unselfconsciously give a master class in young love. You want to be one of them despite their shabby flat and the narrow strictures of a tiny income and the endless prospect of a lesser cut of chops frying in the pan on the back of the tiny stove. The single-minded devotion—their profound and profligate endearment—of Jim and Della illuminates the power of O. Henry’s prose, and the delicacy of his imagination.

William Sydney Porter (1862-1910) used his pen name, O. Henry, for his published work. “The Gift of the Magi” was part of The Four Million, his second short story collection, when it appeared  more than 115 years ago. He wrote nearly 300 stories.

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Book review:

American Scripture:

Making the Declaration of Independence

…basically, it’s trash talk to King George

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Book review: American Scripture: Making the Declaration of Independence

Book review: American Scripture: Making the Declaration of Independence

Basically, it’s trash talk

         to King George

 

 

Book review:

American Scripture:

Making the

Declaration of Independence

 

by Dr. Pauline Maier (1938-2013)

New York: Vintage Books, A Division of Random House Inc., 1998.

 

The Declaration of Independence was a re-write…

and it didn’t start the Revolution.

My quick review of what we know about the Declaration, courtesy of Prof. Pauline Maier: basically, it’s trash talk to King George III.

American Scripture exposes the backstory of the Declaration. Yes, Thomas Jefferson wrote the draft in his stuffy room in Philadelphia, but the final document is the work of many hands. The Second Continental Congress substantially reworked Jefferson’s draft. The Declaration didn’t “start” the American Revolution. It wasn’t the “kickoff” event. It was more like a final formality to officially authorize the colonial rebellion that had been evolving for years—and had been a shooting war for more than a year.

A procedural point that’s interesting to me: much of the stirring prose in the Declaration had already been written in various forms by Jefferson and others in the multitude of documents approved locally throughout the colonies, expressing the colonials’ increasing frustration with the failure of their efforts to negotiate a suitable accommodation with the King and his ministers and Parliament. Until the shooting started, there was persistent strong support throughout the colonies for remaining within the empire as long as American self-government could be sustained.

Finally, there is Maier’s take on the Declaration as a late blooming “American Scripture.” She documents, and challenges, the 19th century politicians’ cumulative (and heedlessly incorrect) re-interpretation of the Declaration as a statement of governing principles and a blueprint for American political values and American democracy. Maier also makes a plain case that the Declaration was intended only to demonstrate why, finally, the colonial disdain of King George had made American rebellion necessary and unavoidable.

 

Here is one note for the serious reader: Chapter 4 incongruously seems to stray into anecdotal commentary on various interpretations by Abraham Lincoln and others. I understand the imputed relevance, but this section of American Scripture seemed to be casually written and insufficiently edited.

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A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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