The Spanish Frontier in North America
© 1992 David J. Weber
602 pages
Although American history books will generally mention the early exploration of North America by figures like de Soto, little attention on the whole is given to the Spanish colonial enterprise. At its height, Spain's flag flew from the eastern coast of Florida, at St. Augustine, all the way across the continent to Baja California. That height was reached shortly after the American Revolution, followed by a dramatic decline after the French wars erupted. While the Southwest still retains its Spanish stamp, in places like the Carolinas or Alabama there's very little left to remember New Spain by. The Spanish Frontier in North America offers a history of the Spanish colonial enterprise in North America as it waxed and waned with Spain's continental ambitions.
Largely a work of politics, Weber devotes some space toward the end on culture, and especially toward how Spain is remembered in architectural styles like Mission Revival. At its most basic, it is a sweeping history of Europe's exploration and resettlement of southern North America, The author contends that understanding American (U.S.) history is impossible without appreciating Spanish America. It certainly can't be ignored, especially given Spain's role in the war for independence, and The Spanish Frontier opens a new world for me in demonstrating not only the expanse of Spanish exploration, but the amount of conflict between Spain, France, and Britain which unfolded for centuries before the thirteen English colonies ever entered the international arena. Also of note, and displayed here, are the European powers' ever-shifting attitudes towards Native Americans, spanning war and marriage. While all three major powers attempted to cultivate their neighboring tribes as trading partners -- Spain was also very keen on Christianizing the Pueblos, Hopis, etc. This christening wasn't simply a religious introduction, either: the intent was to create Europeans out of the Pueblos, in language, farming, and dress. Ultimately, even the españoles would adopt their diet and architecture to the new climate as the native incorporated European plants and animals into their culture, creating something closer to a dynamic than a one-way cultural conquest.
I found The Spanish Frontier dense but fascinating. I never knew how far north Spanish explorers trekked, creating posts even in the Carolinas, and that they explored deep into the American interior. I was also unaware of the amount of European warfare on the continent prior to the revolution: Florida exchanged hands several times! Similarly eye-raising was the swiftness of Spain's fall: while it was able to reclaim a lot of lost territory after the Treaty of Paris which ended the American revolution, that brief moment when it stretched from coast to coast was a definite peak: shortly thereafter, Spain fell into succession crises, followed by the French revolution which isolated the colonies from Spain proper. The rising Americans made short work of claiming Florida and pushing across the Mississippi, The author has an odd detachment from European culture, sometimes writing about it as though it were foreign. He informs the readers, for instance, that the Christian rite of initiation is baptism, and that Christians worshiped in places called 'churches'. Is he writing to Martians? Weber's work has the heft of a textbook, and is copiously researched: slightly less than half the text consists of notes. Though it looks intimidating, it seems very valuable as a colonial reference book.
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Saturday, July 30, 2016
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Mideast Index
(The Pyramids, Shah Mosque, Nile River, Ishtar Gate, and Jerusalem)
Cradle of Civilization: Ancient Mesopotamia
- The Near East, Isaac Asimov
- The Egyptians, Barbara Watterson
Age of Empires
- The Lost History of Christianity, Phillip Jenkins
- The Persians: Ancient, Medieaval, and Modern Iran , Homa Katouzian
- The War of the Three Gods: Romans, Persians, and the Rise of Islam, Peter Crawford
Dar al-Islam
- Destiny, Disrupted: A History of the World Through Islamic Eyes, Tamim Ansary
- In God's Path , Robert Hoyland
- After the Prophet , Lesley Hazleton
- Sailing from Byzantium , Colin Wells
- Ornament of the World, Maria Rose Menocal (See also: Vanished World, Chris Lowney)
- Lost Enlightenment: Central Asia's Golden Age, S. Frederick Starr
The Turkish Span: Medieval to Modernity
- The Spice Route, John Keay
- Gallipoli , Alan Moorehead
The Widening Gyre
- All the Shah's Men, Stephen Kinzer
- Iran and the United States, Seyed Hossein Mousavian
- Crescent and Star: Turkey Between Two Worlds, Stephen Kinzer
- What Went Wrong? Western Impact and Middle-Eastern Response, Bernard Lewis
- The Ayatollah Begs to Differ, Hooman Majd
- Fool's Errand: Time to End the War in Afghanistan, Scott Horton
- The Twilight War: The Secret History of America's 30 Year War with Iran, David Crist
- Inside the Kingdom: The Struggle for Saudi Arabia, Robert Lacey
Fiction
- The Blood of Flowers, Anita Amirrezvani (Persia - Historical)
- Equal of the Sun, Anita Amirrezvani (Persia - Historical)
- The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (Afghanistan - Modern)
- Before the Throne, Naguib Mafouz (Egypt - General)
Literature, Memoirs, and Culture
- Reading Lolita in Tehran, Azar Nafisi
- Funny in Farsi, Firoozeh Dumas
- Reading More than Lolita in Tehran, Fatemah Keshavarz
- Mirrors of the Unseen: Travels in Iran, Jason Elliot
- Neither East Nor West: One Woman's Journey through the Islamic Republic of Iran, Christiane Bird
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
The Ugly Little Boy
The Ugly Little Boy
© 1991 Isaac Asimov, Robert Silverberg. Based on the 1958 short story by Asimov.
290
How would you like to babysit a Neanderthal? Granted, Edith Fellowes didn't realize that was the job description. She knew she'd be responsible for caring for a small boy from the past -- a wild child, a true savage who could not discern the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork -- but never did she imagine working with a true Neanderthal. (Besides her boss, anyway.) A company called Stasis, Ltd. has developed the technology to pull small articles from the far past and hold them in a stasis bubble for study, and a young Neanderthal has become the unwitting subject of their experimentation. There are of course ethical issues at hand, but so long as the newspapers continue to describe him as an ape-boy, who will raise qualms about his capture? No one but Miss Fellowes. As the boy's nurse, his constant companion, his teacher, the closest thing he has to a mother, she sees him not as an experiment but a boy. He is her Timmie, her ward, a complete person whom she loves despite his jarring looks and growling attempts at English. Ultimately, when push comes to shove, Fellowes loves Timmie more than she loves her job -- and when they try to end the experiment and send him back after years of isolation, she takes matters into her own hands.
Asimov often referred to "The Ugly Little Boy" as one of his very favorite short stories, though it was never one I particularly cared for. Robert Silverberg's expansion adds much of interest here, as he did with "Nightfall" and "The Positronic Man". The characters are fleshed out greatly, and humanized in the case of Fellowes' boss Hoskins. Silverberg includes another sub-story, one that follows Timmie's increasingly-stressed tribe as their numbers dwindle and they find themselves surrounded by 'Others'.....us. This provides an interesting contrast to Asimov's development of little Timmie; while the original story relied solely on archaeological evidence, Silverburg offers speculation into Neanderthal culture. Timmie's tribe doen't create representational art not because they can't grasp creating representational images, but because they don't want to anger the spirits. (Silverberg doesn't delve much into his Neanderthal tribe's religion: it seems vaguely animistic with a central Goddess, presumably an earth mother.) The two stories ultimately intersect at the end, with a conclusion that invites speculation*. Silverberg also adds another angle to the story proper, in the form of a political agitator who harries Stasis, Ltd. to make sure they are providing a healthy environment for the child. The agitator, Mannheim, is the sort who sues companies into bankruptcy, so his increasing interest in 'helping' the incredibly well-nurtured but lonely Timmie adds urgency to Stasis, Ltd's desire to end the experiment.
While the Neanderthal chapters took some getting used to -- the characters have names like 'Dark Wind', 'Milky Fountain', 'She Who Knows' -- their conflicts with the 'others' have interest. It is intriguing to reflect that once upon a time there were two distinct kinds of humans, very different from one another physically, but close enough to compete for the same resources and perhaps for even the same dinner dates. Modern research dates the original 1950s facts of Asimov's story, but Silverberg cushions the blow. I found the story much more appealing in novel form, but perhaps I merely enjoyed it more these days because I am more sentimental now: I find Fellowes' passion for Timmie more engaging than the technological aspect. To date I've thoroughly enjoyed the Silverberg-Asimov expansions of Asimov's originals, and The Ugly Little Boy is no exception. It made a story I found fair into one which was truly enjoyable.
* Spoiler: Fellowes decides to puncture the stasis bubble and allows herself to be thrown back into time with Timmie. In the novel, they appear in a blaze of light between the increasingly confused and stressed camps of Cro Magnons and Neanderthals, who are immediately awed by her. Is she worshipped as a god? Do she and Timmie go into business as translators? Do they all get eaten by short-faced bears? We'll never know...
(Okay, no being eaten by short-faced bears. They were a North American thing, and the Neanderthals never got around to doing the pilgrim thing and discovering the new world. They just wandered into the mists of history in Iberia...)
© 1991 Isaac Asimov, Robert Silverberg. Based on the 1958 short story by Asimov.
290
How would you like to babysit a Neanderthal? Granted, Edith Fellowes didn't realize that was the job description. She knew she'd be responsible for caring for a small boy from the past -- a wild child, a true savage who could not discern the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork -- but never did she imagine working with a true Neanderthal. (Besides her boss, anyway.) A company called Stasis, Ltd. has developed the technology to pull small articles from the far past and hold them in a stasis bubble for study, and a young Neanderthal has become the unwitting subject of their experimentation. There are of course ethical issues at hand, but so long as the newspapers continue to describe him as an ape-boy, who will raise qualms about his capture? No one but Miss Fellowes. As the boy's nurse, his constant companion, his teacher, the closest thing he has to a mother, she sees him not as an experiment but a boy. He is her Timmie, her ward, a complete person whom she loves despite his jarring looks and growling attempts at English. Ultimately, when push comes to shove, Fellowes loves Timmie more than she loves her job -- and when they try to end the experiment and send him back after years of isolation, she takes matters into her own hands.
Asimov often referred to "The Ugly Little Boy" as one of his very favorite short stories, though it was never one I particularly cared for. Robert Silverberg's expansion adds much of interest here, as he did with "Nightfall" and "The Positronic Man". The characters are fleshed out greatly, and humanized in the case of Fellowes' boss Hoskins. Silverberg includes another sub-story, one that follows Timmie's increasingly-stressed tribe as their numbers dwindle and they find themselves surrounded by 'Others'.....us. This provides an interesting contrast to Asimov's development of little Timmie; while the original story relied solely on archaeological evidence, Silverburg offers speculation into Neanderthal culture. Timmie's tribe doen't create representational art not because they can't grasp creating representational images, but because they don't want to anger the spirits. (Silverberg doesn't delve much into his Neanderthal tribe's religion: it seems vaguely animistic with a central Goddess, presumably an earth mother.) The two stories ultimately intersect at the end, with a conclusion that invites speculation*. Silverberg also adds another angle to the story proper, in the form of a political agitator who harries Stasis, Ltd. to make sure they are providing a healthy environment for the child. The agitator, Mannheim, is the sort who sues companies into bankruptcy, so his increasing interest in 'helping' the incredibly well-nurtured but lonely Timmie adds urgency to Stasis, Ltd's desire to end the experiment.
While the Neanderthal chapters took some getting used to -- the characters have names like 'Dark Wind', 'Milky Fountain', 'She Who Knows' -- their conflicts with the 'others' have interest. It is intriguing to reflect that once upon a time there were two distinct kinds of humans, very different from one another physically, but close enough to compete for the same resources and perhaps for even the same dinner dates. Modern research dates the original 1950s facts of Asimov's story, but Silverberg cushions the blow. I found the story much more appealing in novel form, but perhaps I merely enjoyed it more these days because I am more sentimental now: I find Fellowes' passion for Timmie more engaging than the technological aspect. To date I've thoroughly enjoyed the Silverberg-Asimov expansions of Asimov's originals, and The Ugly Little Boy is no exception. It made a story I found fair into one which was truly enjoyable.
* Spoiler: Fellowes decides to puncture the stasis bubble and allows herself to be thrown back into time with Timmie. In the novel, they appear in a blaze of light between the increasingly confused and stressed camps of Cro Magnons and Neanderthals, who are immediately awed by her. Is she worshipped as a god? Do she and Timmie go into business as translators? Do they all get eaten by short-faced bears? We'll never know...
(Okay, no being eaten by short-faced bears. They were a North American thing, and the Neanderthals never got around to doing the pilgrim thing and discovering the new world. They just wandered into the mists of history in Iberia...)
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Saturday, July 23, 2016
Men from Earth
Men from Earth
© 1989 Buzz Aldrin and Malcom McConnell
314 pages
Forty-seven years ago, men from Earth first stepped foot on the moon. There, they left medals commemorating the men of Apollo and Soyuz who perished in this quest for fire in the sky, and a plaque that declared their intentions: "We came in peace for all mankind." Buzz Aldrin was one of the first men to step foot upon the grey dust of the lunar surface, and in this account -- published in 1989, twenty years after the triumph of Apollo -- he provides a history of the early space race, a memoir of his own time in the Gemini and Apollo programs, and a final thought about the future.
While there is no shortage of astronaut memoirs, Aldrin's intrigued me at the start because I knew from other books that he helped create the orbital rendezvous procedures that were practiced in Gemini and essential to pulling Apollo off. The astronauts weren't just fighter jocks: advanced degrees were required of any astronaut candidate. While the account of the first-ever lunar landing is interesting in its own right, Aldrin attempts to record the whole of the space race. Not only does he devote early chapters to the beginning of German, American, and Russian rocketry, but throughout the book he follows developments on the Soviet side as well. He draws from other books here, then-recent scholarship. While sometimes the supporting authors are forced to speculate, given Soviet secrecy, the look across the iron curtain is most welcome. Both programs were beset with similar problems -- not only technical, but political, as program coordinators were being pushed for results by their respective governments for moral and propaganda purposes.
Aldrin's writing is detailed, but shouldn't scare off readers who are wary of too much technical detail. The descriptive writing is sound -- not poetic, but it's hard to compete with A Man on the Moon on that note. One sight is especially well conveyed, the eerie and abrupt transition of light when Armstrong and Aldrin left the shadow cast by their lander. According to Aldrin, the effect was total: if he stepped out of the shadow and cast his arm behind him back into it, it almost seem to disappear into another realm. There was no transition between dark and light; when they left the shadow, the blinding drama was though they'd transported from the depths of Carlsbad Caverns into the middle of the Sahara. Also of note here is a final chapter, covering '1969-2009'. Writing in the eighties, when the shuttle fleet was active and routine, with the International Space Station still in the future, Aldrin seemed disappointed but optimistic. He is wary of the Soviets, who continue to support manned spaceflight. While they would collapse within a year or so of this book being published, these days NASA astronauts still hitch rides with Soyuz up to the ISS, so Aldrin's concern is not that far off. Aldrin remains a space booster, recently writing a book encouraging a manned mission to Mars.
Men from Earth is a shorter history of the space race than A Man on the Moon, but if you're looking for a history of Apollo as whole it might not satisfy,. He ends with Apollo 11, and some of the most interesting lunar missions -- scientific endeavors with go-karts! -- were thus not mentioned. Still, for a recap of Mercury and Gemini it's quite good, and especially so when the coverage of the Russians is taken into account.
Related:
© 1989 Buzz Aldrin and Malcom McConnell
314 pages
Forty-seven years ago, men from Earth first stepped foot on the moon. There, they left medals commemorating the men of Apollo and Soyuz who perished in this quest for fire in the sky, and a plaque that declared their intentions: "We came in peace for all mankind." Buzz Aldrin was one of the first men to step foot upon the grey dust of the lunar surface, and in this account -- published in 1989, twenty years after the triumph of Apollo -- he provides a history of the early space race, a memoir of his own time in the Gemini and Apollo programs, and a final thought about the future.
While there is no shortage of astronaut memoirs, Aldrin's intrigued me at the start because I knew from other books that he helped create the orbital rendezvous procedures that were practiced in Gemini and essential to pulling Apollo off. The astronauts weren't just fighter jocks: advanced degrees were required of any astronaut candidate. While the account of the first-ever lunar landing is interesting in its own right, Aldrin attempts to record the whole of the space race. Not only does he devote early chapters to the beginning of German, American, and Russian rocketry, but throughout the book he follows developments on the Soviet side as well. He draws from other books here, then-recent scholarship. While sometimes the supporting authors are forced to speculate, given Soviet secrecy, the look across the iron curtain is most welcome. Both programs were beset with similar problems -- not only technical, but political, as program coordinators were being pushed for results by their respective governments for moral and propaganda purposes.
Aldrin's writing is detailed, but shouldn't scare off readers who are wary of too much technical detail. The descriptive writing is sound -- not poetic, but it's hard to compete with A Man on the Moon on that note. One sight is especially well conveyed, the eerie and abrupt transition of light when Armstrong and Aldrin left the shadow cast by their lander. According to Aldrin, the effect was total: if he stepped out of the shadow and cast his arm behind him back into it, it almost seem to disappear into another realm. There was no transition between dark and light; when they left the shadow, the blinding drama was though they'd transported from the depths of Carlsbad Caverns into the middle of the Sahara. Also of note here is a final chapter, covering '1969-2009'. Writing in the eighties, when the shuttle fleet was active and routine, with the International Space Station still in the future, Aldrin seemed disappointed but optimistic. He is wary of the Soviets, who continue to support manned spaceflight. While they would collapse within a year or so of this book being published, these days NASA astronauts still hitch rides with Soyuz up to the ISS, so Aldrin's concern is not that far off. Aldrin remains a space booster, recently writing a book encouraging a manned mission to Mars.
Men from Earth is a shorter history of the space race than A Man on the Moon, but if you're looking for a history of Apollo as whole it might not satisfy,. He ends with Apollo 11, and some of the most interesting lunar missions -- scientific endeavors with go-karts! -- were thus not mentioned. Still, for a recap of Mercury and Gemini it's quite good, and especially so when the coverage of the Russians is taken into account.
Related:
- Two Sides of the Moon, Alexei Leonov and David Scott. Joint memoir between an astronaut and a cosmonaut.
- A Man on the Moon, Andrew Chaikan. The definitive Apollo history.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
The Journey Home
The Journey Home: Some Words in Defense of the American West
© 1977 Edward Abbey
242 pages
The desert is no place for decent men, which is why Edward Abbey likes it so much. Born on the eastern seaboard, on a farm between the cities and the woods, young Abbey was seized by wanderlust and wandered westward. There he found mysterious monoliths, painted deserts, winding canyons penetrated only by the foolhardy, and interminable expanses of prickly plants and even pricklier critters. Prickly might well describe Abbey -- or irascible, or cantankerous, or resentful, even indolent. Most of those terms are self-applied here as Abbey describes first his journey to the American west, his finding a home in Arizona, and his disgust at realizing that Industrial Civilization was following close on his heels. They ruined the view with power lines, flooded canyons with dams, and filled the air with smoke -- and so he writes, not to defend pretty views but to defend the very idea of wildness. Man is wild, can't be broken completely -- and he needs undisturbed space to go crazy in every once in a while.
There are two reasons to read books by Edward Abbey; the first is for his descriptive writing, which wholly absorbed me when I first read Desert Solitaire years ago. The man is a grumpy poet writing prose; he describes the land like a lover, though he doesn't use so intimate a language as say, the author of Song of Solomon. Certainly he finds enough here to wax poetic about. Making cloudbanks marvelous in Desert Solitaire was child's play; here he even makes a poisonous tick sound intriguing. The early book is biographical, but once he arrives at the mountains, they take over, for there are small ranges all over the southwest. The second is for Abbey's personality, which is...colorful, to say the least, and a delight in small doses. Rough-hewn is Abbey; there's no machine-made box to slide him in. He is a passionate loather of big business and big government, but his contempt for the EPA lies in the fact that it isn't doing enough to curb the industrialization of the west, that it sides with the power plants and oilers over the small ranchers and rambling eccentrics. His passion borders on reckless. He writes that his motto regarding wilderness hikes is "be prepared", but that his practice is to go off half-cocked, daring Nature to do its worst. One story has him utterly destroying his fiance's brand new gift-from-daddy convertible to transverse a washed-out road. That particular relationship didn't survive the long hike back. In another account, he follows a mountain lion's tracks and encounters the fearsome creature, poetry and power in one awe-inspiring package.
What Abbey fears most is the triumph of deary mediocrity. He can appreciate the city, as he does in here in a piece on Hoboken and Manhattan. It's not a loving appreciation, but he does recognize that urban life has its consolations. But man is too wild a thing for the city, and the city itself can only be endured for long if there is some place to escape to. Abbey likens it to prisoners of Siberia, able to endure their brutal treatment by the sight of the beckoning expanse of forest; never mind that the forest has its own dangers, it is there -- unconquered, open, a warren of escape. Abbey shudders to see Tuscon and Phoenix marching toward one another, soon to form one long contiguous blob of parking lots and neon -- and not just because their unchecked growth is draining water reserves or concentrating filth, but because it makes escape ever more difficult. We crave adventure, Abbey writes, danger -- the wilderness offers it. Abbey If we live in constant security and predictability, we're effectively living the life of zoo animals. We climb mountains for the same reason we fill the air with soaring music and vibrant poetry: our souls are restless and craving. Craving what? Something to do, some meaning, some thrusting of ourselves into reality.
There is a lot to ponder in this slim little collection of essays and bar-room ramblings given life in paper. Certainly, as far as 'current' crises go, the book is dated. I am certain many battles have been lost since the decades since Abbey first discovered the soul-stilling expanse of the west. Given Abbey's gruffness here, I would refer new readers to Desert Solitaire...but once a friendlier introduction is made then by all means return here to experience more of that beautiful description, that delightful cussedness, that adventurous what-the-hell-carpe-diem view Abbey took to life, its appeal aided by his thoughtfulness.
© 1977 Edward Abbey
242 pages
The desert is no place for decent men, which is why Edward Abbey likes it so much. Born on the eastern seaboard, on a farm between the cities and the woods, young Abbey was seized by wanderlust and wandered westward. There he found mysterious monoliths, painted deserts, winding canyons penetrated only by the foolhardy, and interminable expanses of prickly plants and even pricklier critters. Prickly might well describe Abbey -- or irascible, or cantankerous, or resentful, even indolent. Most of those terms are self-applied here as Abbey describes first his journey to the American west, his finding a home in Arizona, and his disgust at realizing that Industrial Civilization was following close on his heels. They ruined the view with power lines, flooded canyons with dams, and filled the air with smoke -- and so he writes, not to defend pretty views but to defend the very idea of wildness. Man is wild, can't be broken completely -- and he needs undisturbed space to go crazy in every once in a while.
There are two reasons to read books by Edward Abbey; the first is for his descriptive writing, which wholly absorbed me when I first read Desert Solitaire years ago. The man is a grumpy poet writing prose; he describes the land like a lover, though he doesn't use so intimate a language as say, the author of Song of Solomon. Certainly he finds enough here to wax poetic about. Making cloudbanks marvelous in Desert Solitaire was child's play; here he even makes a poisonous tick sound intriguing. The early book is biographical, but once he arrives at the mountains, they take over, for there are small ranges all over the southwest. The second is for Abbey's personality, which is...colorful, to say the least, and a delight in small doses. Rough-hewn is Abbey; there's no machine-made box to slide him in. He is a passionate loather of big business and big government, but his contempt for the EPA lies in the fact that it isn't doing enough to curb the industrialization of the west, that it sides with the power plants and oilers over the small ranchers and rambling eccentrics. His passion borders on reckless. He writes that his motto regarding wilderness hikes is "be prepared", but that his practice is to go off half-cocked, daring Nature to do its worst. One story has him utterly destroying his fiance's brand new gift-from-daddy convertible to transverse a washed-out road. That particular relationship didn't survive the long hike back. In another account, he follows a mountain lion's tracks and encounters the fearsome creature, poetry and power in one awe-inspiring package.
What Abbey fears most is the triumph of deary mediocrity. He can appreciate the city, as he does in here in a piece on Hoboken and Manhattan. It's not a loving appreciation, but he does recognize that urban life has its consolations. But man is too wild a thing for the city, and the city itself can only be endured for long if there is some place to escape to. Abbey likens it to prisoners of Siberia, able to endure their brutal treatment by the sight of the beckoning expanse of forest; never mind that the forest has its own dangers, it is there -- unconquered, open, a warren of escape. Abbey shudders to see Tuscon and Phoenix marching toward one another, soon to form one long contiguous blob of parking lots and neon -- and not just because their unchecked growth is draining water reserves or concentrating filth, but because it makes escape ever more difficult. We crave adventure, Abbey writes, danger -- the wilderness offers it. Abbey If we live in constant security and predictability, we're effectively living the life of zoo animals. We climb mountains for the same reason we fill the air with soaring music and vibrant poetry: our souls are restless and craving. Craving what? Something to do, some meaning, some thrusting of ourselves into reality.
There is a lot to ponder in this slim little collection of essays and bar-room ramblings given life in paper. Certainly, as far as 'current' crises go, the book is dated. I am certain many battles have been lost since the decades since Abbey first discovered the soul-stilling expanse of the west. Given Abbey's gruffness here, I would refer new readers to Desert Solitaire...but once a friendlier introduction is made then by all means return here to experience more of that beautiful description, that delightful cussedness, that adventurous what-the-hell-carpe-diem view Abbey took to life, its appeal aided by his thoughtfulness.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Ten Novels Outside the United States
Today the Broke and the Bookish queries their readers: what are your favorite books set outside the United States? For my list, I am purposely avoiding 'classics', and am casting my net wide as as not to simply present a list of ten books by Bernard Cornwell. I am, however, focusing on historical fiction, and not just because my contemporary fiction consists of...er, novels by Michael Connolly and John Grisham.
1. The Blood of Flowers, Anita Amirrezvani. Blood of Flowers gives life to an anonymous artisan of Persian rugs, a young woman who is a master of intricate design. The novel is set in 17th century Persia, near Isfahan, and was the first bit of historical fiction I read outside of Civil War novels. What really stood out about Amirrezvani's writing for me was her use of Persian folk stories -- this joining together of story and oral history also appeared in her Equal of the Sun.
2. A Far Better Rest, Susan Alleyn. A Tale of Two Cities told through the eyes of Sidney Carton, set largely in France.
3. December 6th, Martin Cruz. The story of an American who grew up in Tokyo, and is torn between his two countries as Japan stirs restlessly, drawing Anglo-American ire for advancing into China and threatening their own territories in the South Pacific.
4. A Conspiracy of Paper / The Coffee Trader, David Liss
David Liss has discovered a niche in the historic business-mystery thriller, with novels set in Age of Discovery-era England and Holland, and featuring those countries' Jewish communities heavily. Liss is an aesthetic-conscious writer, using elegant fonts and attempting to invoke the flavor of 17th century conversation in his narrative.
5. The Revolutionist, Robert Littell
A disgruntled son of Russian immigrants returns to his parents' home when it collapses in revolution. All afire with purpose, Alexander Til becomes a propagandist for the Communists, living in a communal home with some fellow travelers. Virtually all of them become disheartened by the men who emerge from the revolution, by the quick establishment of a new elite; one monster simply breeds another. Very much the thriller, philosophically interesting, haunting at times, but also funny:
6. The Lords of the North, Bernard Cornwell. I've been trying to restrain myself in regards to Cornwell. Once he appears on the list he'll take over it -- but The Lords of the North is possibly my favorite of the Saxon Stories series. The main character, Uhtred, is a Saxon prince turned Danish warlord, adopted by them in his youth. His loyalties are neither to the Danes nor to England, but to his friends -- and with good reason, for here he is betrayed by 'lords' and abandoned to slavery. Lords is the most fatefully dark moment for Uhtred of Bebbanberg, but it is there he is most appealing.
Also by Cornwell: ANYTHING! ..but I also considered including his King Arthur trilogy here, beginning with The Winter King. The second novel is set near the Celtic holiday of Samhain, and is creepy in the best horror-movie sense.
7. Pompeii, Robert Harris. In truth, Harris' Cicero trilogy is more impressive from a creative point of view, as Harris was able to work in Cicero's courtroom oratory and his philosophic writing into the account of that defender of the Republic's life. Pompeii, however, has explosions, and towns being buried under ashflows.
8. Roma, Steven Saylor. I was hard-pressed to pick one of the Gordianus books -- which one could take precedence over the other? So let's bypass our Roman detective altogether for this massive novel, telling the story of Rome from its beginnings as a meeting ground for salt-traders until the rise of Augustus.
9. The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini. The story of a timid boy who betrays his best friend through cowardice, who later returns to an Afghanistan caught in the grips of the Taliban to redeem himself. It is beautiful, but disturbing. One line in the book -- "For you, a thousand times over!" -- still carries me away.
10. Here be Dragons, Sharon Kay Penfield. The daughter of King John, married to a Welsh prince to keep the peace.....what can go wrong? There's a lot of historical exposition in here for a novel, which -- having been a history major, -- I didn't mind, but it's worth it for the way Penfield handles King John. You know he's awful, but he's the main character's daddy-dear, so it is possible to look on him with long-developed but now-fading affection.
Honorable mentions:
1. The Blood of Flowers, Anita Amirrezvani. Blood of Flowers gives life to an anonymous artisan of Persian rugs, a young woman who is a master of intricate design. The novel is set in 17th century Persia, near Isfahan, and was the first bit of historical fiction I read outside of Civil War novels. What really stood out about Amirrezvani's writing for me was her use of Persian folk stories -- this joining together of story and oral history also appeared in her Equal of the Sun.
2. A Far Better Rest, Susan Alleyn. A Tale of Two Cities told through the eyes of Sidney Carton, set largely in France.

4. A Conspiracy of Paper / The Coffee Trader, David Liss
David Liss has discovered a niche in the historic business-mystery thriller, with novels set in Age of Discovery-era England and Holland, and featuring those countries' Jewish communities heavily. Liss is an aesthetic-conscious writer, using elegant fonts and attempting to invoke the flavor of 17th century conversation in his narrative.
5. The Revolutionist, Robert Littell
A disgruntled son of Russian immigrants returns to his parents' home when it collapses in revolution. All afire with purpose, Alexander Til becomes a propagandist for the Communists, living in a communal home with some fellow travelers. Virtually all of them become disheartened by the men who emerge from the revolution, by the quick establishment of a new elite; one monster simply breeds another. Very much the thriller, philosophically interesting, haunting at times, but also funny:
Before the evening was out she had seduced him into seducing her, a conquest that the young Tuohy lived to regret when he discovered, at roughly the same time as the dean, that his latest mistress was the dean's youngest daughter. Which is how Tuohy, despite his passing grades, came to be expelled from the Columbia University School of Mines.
6. The Lords of the North, Bernard Cornwell. I've been trying to restrain myself in regards to Cornwell. Once he appears on the list he'll take over it -- but The Lords of the North is possibly my favorite of the Saxon Stories series. The main character, Uhtred, is a Saxon prince turned Danish warlord, adopted by them in his youth. His loyalties are neither to the Danes nor to England, but to his friends -- and with good reason, for here he is betrayed by 'lords' and abandoned to slavery. Lords is the most fatefully dark moment for Uhtred of Bebbanberg, but it is there he is most appealing.
Also by Cornwell: ANYTHING! ..but I also considered including his King Arthur trilogy here, beginning with The Winter King. The second novel is set near the Celtic holiday of Samhain, and is creepy in the best horror-movie sense.
7. Pompeii, Robert Harris. In truth, Harris' Cicero trilogy is more impressive from a creative point of view, as Harris was able to work in Cicero's courtroom oratory and his philosophic writing into the account of that defender of the Republic's life. Pompeii, however, has explosions, and towns being buried under ashflows.
8. Roma, Steven Saylor. I was hard-pressed to pick one of the Gordianus books -- which one could take precedence over the other? So let's bypass our Roman detective altogether for this massive novel, telling the story of Rome from its beginnings as a meeting ground for salt-traders until the rise of Augustus.
9. The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini. The story of a timid boy who betrays his best friend through cowardice, who later returns to an Afghanistan caught in the grips of the Taliban to redeem himself. It is beautiful, but disturbing. One line in the book -- "For you, a thousand times over!" -- still carries me away.
10. Here be Dragons, Sharon Kay Penfield. The daughter of King John, married to a Welsh prince to keep the peace.....what can go wrong? There's a lot of historical exposition in here for a novel, which -- having been a history major, -- I didn't mind, but it's worth it for the way Penfield handles King John. You know he's awful, but he's the main character's daddy-dear, so it is possible to look on him with long-developed but now-fading affection.
Honorable mentions:
- The Mao Case, a detective-mystery with political implications set in China;
- Kokoro, a coming of age piece set in late-Meiji Japan
- Gates of Fire, a novel of Thermopylae
- and
- Belt of Gold, Ceclia Holland, a rare piece of Byzantine fiction.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
A Country Called Amreeka
A Country Called Amreeka: U.S. History Retold through Arab-American Lives
Alternate subtitle: Arab Roots, American Stories
© 2009 Alia Malek
320 pages
I discovered A Country Called Amreeka while looking for the film Amreeka, the story of a Palestinian woman who emigrates to the United States with her son Fadi. (Trailer) Ms. Malek's book is a history of thousands of men and women who have made the same journey, escaping civil war and poverty by journeying to America. Ms. Malek does not endeavor to give a survey of Arab immigration to the United States spanning a century, as the title hints she may; instead, she uses the personal stories of various families to visit 20th century American history through their eyes. The book begins with American factories soliciting immigration from Europe, and unexpectedly receiving it from Greece, Syria, and other areas around the Med's eastern rim. Although these first Arabs would draw the wrath of nativists like the Klan for both their appearances and their faith (the Syrians were predominately Catholics), these first immigrants largely sought assimilation within the American melting pot. Later and larger waves coincided with the civil rights movement within the United States, and total assimilation was resisted. America's foreign policy in the same period gave Arab-Americans from diverse countries a cause to unite around, chiefly opposing the United States government's unqualified support of Israel.
The collection of stories here has quite a few strengths; the heavy use of Christian Arabs, which runs against American media stereotypes; a few interesting tales like an Arab-American soldier in the Iraq war, or the two women who fought fiercely for opposite sides in the Bush-Gore presidential battle. (Set as it was before 2003, how strange now to think of Bush being courted by Arab-American civil associations..) The book suffers from an over-emphasis on politics, with more ink devoted to Palestine than the Arab-American immigrant experience. Considering that the author is a civil rights attorney who once worked in the West Bank, the focus isn't surprising. Still, more interesting information filters through this repetition: in Michigan, for instance, Arab auto workers went on strike against their union after it began buying Israeli bonds with dues money. While a book like this is presumably useful to hypothetical Americans who think everyone in the middle east gets around on a camel, what it mostly amounts to is accounts of Arabs experiencing racism during events like the hostage crisis and the post 9/11 period, and then fighting for Palestine through political activism. While these are aspects that deserve thought, there is far more to life -- and to the immigrant experience -- than mere politics.
Alternate subtitle: Arab Roots, American Stories
© 2009 Alia Malek
320 pages
I discovered A Country Called Amreeka while looking for the film Amreeka, the story of a Palestinian woman who emigrates to the United States with her son Fadi. (Trailer) Ms. Malek's book is a history of thousands of men and women who have made the same journey, escaping civil war and poverty by journeying to America. Ms. Malek does not endeavor to give a survey of Arab immigration to the United States spanning a century, as the title hints she may; instead, she uses the personal stories of various families to visit 20th century American history through their eyes. The book begins with American factories soliciting immigration from Europe, and unexpectedly receiving it from Greece, Syria, and other areas around the Med's eastern rim. Although these first Arabs would draw the wrath of nativists like the Klan for both their appearances and their faith (the Syrians were predominately Catholics), these first immigrants largely sought assimilation within the American melting pot. Later and larger waves coincided with the civil rights movement within the United States, and total assimilation was resisted. America's foreign policy in the same period gave Arab-Americans from diverse countries a cause to unite around, chiefly opposing the United States government's unqualified support of Israel.
The collection of stories here has quite a few strengths; the heavy use of Christian Arabs, which runs against American media stereotypes; a few interesting tales like an Arab-American soldier in the Iraq war, or the two women who fought fiercely for opposite sides in the Bush-Gore presidential battle. (Set as it was before 2003, how strange now to think of Bush being courted by Arab-American civil associations..) The book suffers from an over-emphasis on politics, with more ink devoted to Palestine than the Arab-American immigrant experience. Considering that the author is a civil rights attorney who once worked in the West Bank, the focus isn't surprising. Still, more interesting information filters through this repetition: in Michigan, for instance, Arab auto workers went on strike against their union after it began buying Israeli bonds with dues money. While a book like this is presumably useful to hypothetical Americans who think everyone in the middle east gets around on a camel, what it mostly amounts to is accounts of Arabs experiencing racism during events like the hostage crisis and the post 9/11 period, and then fighting for Palestine through political activism. While these are aspects that deserve thought, there is far more to life -- and to the immigrant experience -- than mere politics.
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