Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Prodigal: A Poem


#184
Title: The Prodigal: A Poem
Author: Derek Walcott
Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux
Year: 1977
Country: St. Lucia
105 pages

This book-length poem in sections, most in blank verse (iambic pentameter or a foot or two more per line), ranges across countries, moods, and relationships to create a memoir/travelogue spanning time and continents. Walcott always turns a pretty phrase; here, I admire his use of repetition, which includes both phrases and images. These reiterations echo both the repetitions--with variations--of the landscapes, and foreground the reader's awareness of language. The poem itself seems to serve as an Ariadne's thread to guide the poet, and reader, back to Saint Lucia and the opportunity to come to terms with his own aging and mortality.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


#180
Title: Lost Names: Scenes from a Korean Boyhood
Author: Richard E. Kim
Publisher: University of California
Year: 1998
Country: North Korea
204 pages

A fictionalized memoir, by which I assume the author means what Lucy Grealy did in Autobiography of a Face--the people and events are real, but the conversations and other aspects of the text are not. Kim describes the events of World War II from the perspective of a North Korean family under Japanese occupation. This includes the gradual erosion of Korean culture, including the mandate to discard Korean names. In the contemporary U.S., we do not tend to remember the perceptions of the Japanese held by the generation that came of age during the war; Kim reminds us of those images. Kim writes well and the narrative flows easily. I'd like to read Kang Chol Hwan's Aquariums of Pyongyang to extend my knowledge of North Korea with a more contemporary account.

Our Sister Killjoy: Or, Reflections from a Black-eyed Squint


#182
Title: Our Sister Killjoy: Or, Reflections from a Black-eyed Squint
Author: Ama Ata Aidoo
Publisher: Longman
Year: 1977
Country: Ghana
134 pages

A surprisingly complex and nuanced account of the narrator's travels from Ghana to Europe and other destinations. Don't let editorial reviews fool you with their domesticated descriptions--this is a much better book than they would lead you to believe. It addresses not only colonialism and overt, individual acts of racism, but also ingrained racist perspectives that are obvious when one is their object yet inexplicable and invisible when one is not. The book is written in a pastiche of styles, with the interwoven poetry and prose sections being most effective; sadly, the "letter" that closes the volume is, while interesting in its content, tedious stylistically. Read with Michelle Cliff's No Telephone to Heaven and Ntozake Shange's For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf.

Invisible Trade: High-class Sex for Sale in Singapore


#183
Title: Invisible Trade: High-class Sex for Sale in Singapore
Author: Gerrie Lim
Publisher: Monsoon Books
Year: 2004
Country: Singapore
208 pages

In the 1970's, the bookstore in my community had a section on sexuality that included a curious mix of useful books such as Our Bodies, Ourselves and fare with pseudo-scientific titles that was intended for titillation, not edification. Invisible Trade: High-class Sex for Sale in Singapore can't quite decide which of these categories it falls into. It has moments, and even whole sections, that are informative, thought-provoking, and very interesting. These are, however, embedded in a matrix of writing that seems intended to be sexually provocative. While some have praised Lim for letting the women and men of this narrative speak directly, their statements do not ring true. Instead, they sound like the fake confessional  statements I recognize from my furtive adolescent reading of books like The Happy Hooker. Lim attempts an objective tone, but a certain men's magazine smarminess still pervades the work. For the reader who is paying attention to social justice issues, the correlation between economic necessity and voluntary prostitution is obvious. Lim glosses over this, but devotes much time to pop psychological explanations for at least some aspects of both prostitution and paying for sex, particularly when it's not vanilla. I was frustrated that this could have been a book about differences in prostitution between countries where it is legal and illegal, but instead was generally stale and superficial. There may be reasons to read this, but do pair it with Louise Brown's Sex Slaves: The Trafficking of Women in Asia for the broader context of involuntary sexual labor.

Monday, August 18, 2008

The White Castle


#181
Title: The White Castle
Author: Orhan Pamuk
Publisher: Vintage International
Year: 1990
Country: Turkey
163 pages

This novel may remind you a little of the Star Trek--The Original Series episode "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield" in which two people seen by others as extremely similar to each other see themselves as quite different. While this plot is not the same as the 1966 Star Trek episode's, there are some similarities. The Italian narrator describes being captured at sea, thrown into a Turkish jail, and eventually winning the favor of a powerful patron (though as a slave). He spends much time with the mysterious Hoja, who looks shockingly like him. Much of the novel describes their reciprocal  psychological torments and raises questions about identity, history, and stories, both individually and at a cultural level. The plot is not particularly standard, and the symbolism is a little heavy. The frame story that introduces the "manuscript" seems like it ought to be more than a literary device, but that is my only clue as to how it should be understood. Still, this was an interesting novel and I'd read another by Pamuk.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Alchemist


#179
Title: The Alchemist
Author: Paulo Coelho
Publisher: HarperSanFrancisco
Year: 1998
Country: Brazil
192 pages

This is a good example of its genre, well-written and well-executed. It is not the fault of the book or the genre that I don't enjoy this genre. I understand this novel as allegorical and related to the search for a form of self-actualization that has a spiritual component. Perhaps I'd have enjoyed a different work by Corlho more, but this was recommended to me over and over. I can say that it is technically proficient, and that if I wanted to read something like this or to recommend it, Coelho does a good job overall. I don't think he does a good job of gender issues; even bearing in mind that the protagonist is male and is intended as an everyman, the female characters are ancillary and stereotypical. In addition, the follow-your-dream message is fine but not explored in terms of potential relational concerns. Relationships with others are encumbrances or, at best, rewards for succeeding in following you bliss--what does this mean for people raising children or taking care of others? Though pursuing the dream is represented as a process, at least in part, it's also represented as finite. The protagonist is in his early 20's when he's done. This seems like a throwback to Kohlberg's stages of development, where moral functionally development stopped by this age. Yes, it's a symbolic representation of the quest. No, it is not sufficient to say that this protagonist as rendered is a sufficient symbolic representation of everyone.

I am left with a Jonathan Livingston Seagull sensation. If that sounds good, or you like popular metaphysics, you'll probably find this book meaningful. If you want to analyze the discrepancies between the philosophies enacted in the text, you probably won't.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Queste (Septimus Heap, Book 4)


#178
Title: Queste (Septimus Heap, Book 4)
Author: Angie Sage
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books
Year: 2008
608 pages

My review disappeared, so here it is again: This fourth book continues the enjoyable Septimus Heap series. The book does not stand alone, but continues themes and plot lines from the first three. There's a little more deus ex machina, but not enough to inspire concern. Read for character development and world building.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Running in the Family


#175
Title: Running in the Family
Author: Michael Ondaatje
Publisher: Vintage
Year: 1982
Country: Sri Lanka
207 pages

Ondaatje's account of growing up in Ceylon is a memoir with fictionalized inclusions. The style is postmodern and the language frequently lyrical. Ondaatje evokes he tropical swelter and dangers of the landscape in parallel to his frenetic and sometimes interpersonally toxic accounts of his family. Much alcoholic carousing paints a vivid portrait of semi-colonial life in the 1920's and forward. Nicely rendered and a nice model of memoir writing beyond a straightforward, chronological account.

Born in the Big Rains: A Memoir of Somalia and Survival


#176
Title: Born in the Big Rains: A Memoir of Somalia and Survival
Authors: Fadumo Korn with Sabine Eichhorst
Publisher: Feminist Press at City University of New York
Year: 2006
Country: Somalia
192 pages

Fadumo Korn (her German husband's surname imposed on her by the German government) has written an engaging and unsentimental account of her experiences as a child in Somalia. She lived in a nomadic family whose city connections in Mogadishu turn out to be close relatives associated with the dictatorship. These relationships become important when Fadumo almost dies from infibulation (euphemistically called "female circumcision," though it is much more extreme than that). Fadumo's father brings her to the city to live with relatives; from there, she travels to Europe for medical treatment and, as time goes on, her family's fortunes change. An excellent and candid self-portrait of the making of an activist.

In the Name of God


#177
Title: In the Name of God
Authors: Yasmina Khadra (pseud. of Mohammed Moulessehoul)
Publisher: The Toby Press
Year: 2000
Country: Algeria
218 pages

I already had Algeria covered (Camus), but thought I'd read something contemporary. In the Name of God is a novel that begins with an introduction to a number of people in a small Algerian town, including three friends. It then follows the events as Islamic fundamentalism grows stronger. The prose is sometimes straightforward and clean, sometimes rather purple, especially when the author strains for metaphors and similes. The violence is explicit and graphic without being particularly voyeuristic. A good novel to read in conjunction with Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns or The Kite Runner, as well as some of the Southeast Asian and African literature I've been reviewing. Conclusion: Wars are pretty similar in many ways, but each has its own characteristic affronts.

Friday, August 8, 2008

A Short History of Benin (4th ed.)


#174
Title: A Short History of Benin (4th ed.)
Author: Jacob U. Egharevba
Publisher: Ibadan University Press
Year: 1968 (orig. 1934)
118 pages

Unfortunately, the Benin Empire described in this book is now part of Nigeria and is unrelated to the country called Benin, formerly Dahomey. Thus, this book does me no good in my Books of the World Challenge (I already have Nigeria covered). Nonetheless, this was a fascinating read, though largely composed of several-paragraph to several-page descriptions of successive rulers, whom they invaded or killed, and what inventions and sayings are attributed to them or events in their reign. Still, there are enough vivid anecdotes to bring this history alive, and this chronology provides a good sense of the region, in particular its warfare. It is interesting to see the shift from more mythic and anecdotal accounts to documented historical relationships; I would have liked to know more about the author's sources, particularly the nature of the oral transmission of history in the region.

I found myself frequently thinking about Beah's A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier and the public response to it. There, international outrage was evoked by Beah's and others' stories of impressed servitude in warring armies; here, the author speaks positively and uncritically of the territory conquered and humans sacrificed by Benin. I found this to be a reminder that we seem to be at war more often as not, and that inhumanity and brutality are nothing new. I also found myself thinking about Elizabeth Wayland Barber's Women's Work: The First 20,000 Years, which tracks the history of weaving and textiles and the evidence their artifacts provide about culture. Though only 100 pages of text, A Short History of Benin makes one long for an account in which agriculture, arts, religion, or peaceful resolution of disputes were accorded the status of conflict and conquest, or indeed figured at all.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Axis


#172
Title: Axis
Author: Robert Charles Wilson
Publisher: Tor
Year: 2007
303 pages

The sequel to Spin, Axis is yet another tightly-woven, thought-provoking novel from one of my favorites, Robert Charles Wilson. Wilson's earliest novels were very enjoyable but almost too tightly constructed. In his later works, there is some room for the reader to breathe, and thus, I think, to identify more with the protagonists. Spin described the enveloping of Earth by a mysterious barrier, and made some revelations about its origin and purposes. It is not necessary to have read it to understand Axis, though it might be helpful. Axis includes sufficient exposition about previous events to carry the story, but for the full effect of a theme that pervades Wilson's work, the shift from the numinous and inexplicable to the mundane and ordinary, read both.

Axis includes other echoes of Wilson's previous work, notably returning to the question of life as a recording or replica after death, and some characters' choices about whether or not to accede to this process. Wilson's Jungian themes are also present, and his aliens are, as always, believably alien. Read Axis in conjunction with Sturgeon's More Than Human: They're not the same, but they belong together and should contribute to an interesting discussion.

Love + Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships


#173
Title: Love + Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships
Author: David Levy
Publisher: Harper
Year: 2007
334 pages

The structural problem with the delivery of an otherwise fine idea is that Levy's writing is rarely exciting. I appreciate his effort to construct his argument slowly and methodically, yet the result is a fairly boring work, considering the subject matter. Levy spends a lot of time building evidence for the contention that people would have love and sex with androids. Perhaps because I read a lot of science fiction, or perhaps because this conceit does not seem very far-fetched to me, I found much of the book to be plodding and over-explained. The amount of material could be halved with no loss of data and an increase in readability.

The main content problem is that Levy spends much time on this initial point and gives short shrift to the implications of love and sex with robots. He barely addresses the issue of jealousy. As a psychologist, I'm well aware that people are jealous not just of partners' friendships, but also of their online flirtations, use of sexually-oriented chat, online and real life use of pornography, and even the objects euphemistically referred to as "marital aids." Levy's very brief discussion of jealousy is unsatisfactory and would have been very interesting, especially since one of his chief contentions is that people will fall in love with these robots. How then is jealousy not a critical part of this discussion?

As to the love aspect of the book, while I agree with the evidence Levy musters about people falling in love with their robot, I do wonder at his almost quaint coupling of love and sex with robots. I have struggled with how to write this section of my review in a satisfactory way. I will merely say that if I were to imagine myself in the near future when robots with sexual functions were available, if I were to avail myself of this opportunity, I would be less distressed by C3PO than by Data. What I mean by this is that I do not think the appeal of a robot would be its human-like qualities or personality, but its machine-ness and its lack of pretense. Others may not agree, and indeed, I have never liked cosmetic interventions (such as coloring one's hair or getting plastic surgery) that seem to me to be physical lies. Levy presents sufficient evidence to the contrary that I recognize that I might be in a minority.

The other issue that troubles me is that though Levy makes many efforts to include homosexuality in his discussion, it is usually as an example of a cultural taboo that has been progressively normalized (at least in the US and EU). He makes mention of the possibility of same-sex (sic) robots, but his robot/human love story is heavy on love, light on sex, and generally heterosexually recuperative--that is, the examples he gives are "heterosexual." It is as if robots must be gendered in order to be sexual objects. Robots constructed for sexual purposes are built as male or female, and sexual orientation is implied to carry over to sex with them. This seems strangely prudish, or at least evinces a surprising lack of imagination.
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I'll add two other issues, since I've come back to edit:

1. My computer is failing even as I type. My iPod holds only a 2-hour charge. My previous truck expired in a great gout of oily smoke. Get the picture?

2. Levy is big on the idea that we will program out sexbots with our preferences. I can't imagine that when one takes the robot in for repairs one's personal sexual preference information will remain private. Levy is naive if he thinks it will.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never-Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems


#171
Title: Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never-Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems
Author: David Rakoff
Publisher: Doubleday
Year: 2005
222 pages

The title is a misnomer; Rakoff is not, in fact comfortable with luxury; he is in some ways even uncomfortable with the fantasy of luxury. A better title would be Discomfort. Though the book belongs firmly in the genre of Gay Men Observing Culture, Rakoff, though anxious, is less neurotic than David Sedaris and kinder than Augustin Burroughs. A quick read., gentle and enjoyable, but not momentous.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Dumba Nengue: Run for Your Life: Peasant Tales of Tragedy in Mozambique


#170
Title: Dumba Nengue: Run for Your Life: Peasant Tales of Tragedy in Mozambique
Author: Lina Magaia
Publisher: Africa World Press, Inc.
Year: 1988
Country: Mozambique
119 pages

Magaia is both a participant in and chronicler of the effects on peasants of struggle in Mozambique. These stories are simply and sparely told yet horrific. Chapter titles include "They Slaughtered Bertana's Husband as if He Were a Goat" and "Pieces of Human Flesh Fell in Belinda's Yard." Magaia describes the brutality of South African-backed guerrilla terrorism, supported apparently to destabilize the region and to drive out successful socialist government. Read with Beah's A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier for the  perspective of a  forced combatant in Africa's ongoing internal conflicts.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Dictionary of the Khazars: A Lexicon Novel


#169
Title: Dictionary of the Khazars: A Lexicon Novel
Author: Milorad Pavić:
Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf
Year: 1989
Country: Serbia
352 pages

I bought this in 1989 and have dipped into it now and then, but decided that now was the time to read it through. Dictionary of the Khazars is a novel in encyclopedic form. It is post-diluvean, fragmented, and, though internally logical, follows dream-logic. Meanings are obscure and malleable, yet characters proceed with certainty, even when the reader knows that the characters' certain interpretations are contradicted elsewhere and at other times. It embodies the problem of attempting to reconstruct a first source, and the sorrow that follows on realizing that whatever the Ur-source was, it cannot be regained and must remain essentially unknowable. At this level, it is a novel about psychology, about desire, which, as Lacan reminds us, is that which cannot be fulfilled. Instead, meaning is accretionary and imperfect. The building of Babel cannot be undone; destroying the Tower yields a destroyed tower, not the state before the tower existed. In important ways, reality is neither observable nor accessible. This dictionary, a compilation of fragments and glosses of three earlier sections, as well as other made and lost parts, is itself fragmentary and unknowable.

Dictionary of the Khazars reads like much mystical writing of the middle ages: Self-referential, illogical, certain of its assumptions. In reading, one understands Pavić's observation, "Knowledge is a perishable commodity; it can turn sour in a second. Like the future" (p. 243). If you like postmodern writing about writing, you'll like this very much. If you don't, this is not a good place to start. Read with Robert Irwin's The Arabian Nightmare to lose yourself in uncomfortable dreams, and with Wilson's The Chronoliths for strange dislocations of time and causality.