Category Archives: Library

Incendiary prose

For my money, Norman Mailer’s famous World War II war novel "The Naked and the Dead" just plain stunk. I’m sorry I ever read it. I never read it a second time. I only remember the fashionable cynicism, and the probability that the author never saw combat or had any idea what it was like. Comes this essay reminding me, not only that Mailer’s book was perhaps the first popular literary assault on American military heroism, but that we have the pugnacious little squirt to thank for much more, including the rap generation and the media’s persistent glorification of violence.

Parked up

I’m enjoying the first Jack Reacher novel (actually the second, after a prequel, though one is advised to read a few before the prequel) by Lee Child. But I keep stumbling over two British-isms that don’t belong in the mouths of characters from rural Georgia: "straightaway," and, especially, the obscure phrase "parked up." Sloppy work, Mr. Child, even if you are a Brit yourself. But, really, sloppy work seems to be the nature of book publishing these days. Doing a bit of Web wandering I see the books are published simultaneously in the U.S., Britain and Australia. That explains it, I guess. Wonder if they think American Southerners use their lingo? Take my word for it, you chaps, we don’t.

Disbelief overcome by gravity

I read six of James Lee Burke’s sixteen Dave Robicheaux detective novels, until, like Miriam, I got tired of the PC sermonizing. Plus they were all the same. Haunted Vietnam veteran, etc. The recovering alcoholic part I liked. Other than some howlers about the Civil War, and since most of the books are set in southern Louisiana, a place I’ve only visited a few times, I really didn’t have a feel for their credibility. I finally crashed on the sixth one and have now burned to ash on one of his similar-tales Texas series, set in a mythical town somewhere north of Austin, which looks from the terrain descriptions to be Lampasas. Instead of the rampaging Italian mafia, we have the rampaging Chicano mafia. But why, I wonder, are his rural Texas deputies wearing campaign hats, like refugees from the Pennsylvania highway patrol? This guy is strictly for the New York trade, the folks who publish him. His mechanics are good, but his Texas is stereotypical: bigoted rednecks, etc. I’ll skip the rest. Instead, I’m going to take Miriam’s advice and try Lee Child’s Reacher series.

Reduced speed ahead

Mouth of the Brazos finds Cormac’s McCarthy’s latest violent epic "too far down the Oprah road" for enjoyment.

Stranger in the nest

I’m borrowing the title of a 1999 book by the late University of Texas psychologist David Cohen for the title of this post, but it’s really about research to be released Thursday by the AAAS’s Science magazine. One is not supposed to bust their news embargoes but, let me tell you, the NYTimes and other newspapers do it constantly, and may do so on this interesting genetic finding. If so I’ll update this with a link. Seems medical researchers at Harvard have discovered that, while most of our genes have chromosomes contributed by our mothers and fathers, nature can turn off the contributed genes in some cells in an event called "random monoallelic expression." Which would explain why some of us might not get the diseases–even genetic ones–that our parents suffered. It might also help explain why some children are so different from their parents. Cohen used previous genetics findings–and his own parental experiences–to assert that, whatever they may think about it, parents actually have little ability to affect how their kids turn out. He might have been more accurate than he knew.

Revolution of Hope

"Ladies and Gentlemen," former Mexican president Vicente Fox used to begin his speeches. Such an innocuous phrase, yet it caused him enormous trouble in Mexico. Why? Because all previous presidents and most other politicians addressed their audiences as "Senores," i.e. "Gentlemen." There is little equity for women in machismo-land, you see, a place where even domestic violence is considered a husband and father’s privilege. These are just a few of the revelations in one of the best political books I ever read, Fox’s "Revolution of Hope." I learned more about Mexico from it than I ever learned living here, where even we gringos imagine that we have a certain kinship with Mexico. Fox encourages such feelings because he wants our relationship to grow stronger, and for us to be more welcoming of his paisanos coming here in the millions. I was not sympathetic to that before I read his book. Now I’m wavering. In his unparalleled candor and humor, he makes a compelling case for that and many other things. Ignore most of the critical commentary at Amazon’s site for the book. His Mexican political enemies seem to have taken it over. Probably some "Senores," so-called. But do consider the book. You’ll learn a lot about our closest and, potentially, best neighbor.

Operation Redwing

Military heroics are seldom reported in the media these days, MSM or otherwise. So it’s rare to find a story of battle heroism. Mainly because of people like this woman, a professional journalist who has to struggle to find excuses for her appalled friends when her son joins the Army to serve in Iraq. But here’s a heroic story, and a book, that deserve knowing, told by an East Texan who fought behind the lines in Afghanistan. The book is selling, and so a movie may be made, which worries him. He knows Hollywood knows (and cares) nothing about this war.