Thursday, May 19, 2016

Taking Arms Against an Ocean of Clutter

Full Disclosure:  I carry the "clutter" gene in my DNA.  While my mother's clan of military migrants moved their Spartan households around the map, my Dad's family decided there wasn't an empty bottle or old magazine on earth that shouldn't be saved.  And while half of my chromosomes are Clutter Monkey, my husband got the gene from both sides.  Given this, you can probably imagine what our house has looked like in the past.  You can imagine it, but you'll be happier if you don't try. By March of this year the flotsam and jetsam of life were threatening to swallow us whole.  I've done a bit to beat back the tide but I'm getting a lot of help from a book my sister sent me.  The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo has done more than help clean up my house.  It's  brought some needed perspective to my life.

Most "how-to" books are filled with lists of steps.  Marie Kondo teaches tidying by concept.  One of her big ideas for recognizing the extras is to spread out everything you have of some category.  Then pick up each item, one at a time, and see if it gives you a "spark of joy."  If the item doesn't spark you, out it goes.  That may sound silly but think about it.  Aren't there some possessions you like more than others?  I decided to try this theory out on my shoes.


Now, for an anti- fashionista, that's a whole lot of zapatas...




Fast forward with the KonMari method and I'm left with the shoes that spark.




That result proves two things to me: 1) I have a subconscious rule limiting me to shoes that are black, brown or white and 2) I was giving a lot of house room to footwear I didn't like. Worn-out shoes, half-pair shoes, shoes that hurt my feet.  Now my footwear fits my feet, my needs and the space in my closet.

The KonMari method honors what (and who) you love and the roles they play in your life. If a loved one got you an unsuitable gift, remember to thank the gift for the affection and event it commemorated. That's the reason you got the present in the first place and your acceptance completed it's purpose.  Now, move the gift on (discretely!) to someone who will love it for itself.  Non-sparking mementos from finished relationships aren't keeping your memories of someone, but holding on to those tchotchkes may be holding you back from reaching out to new people.  Getting those items out of your life helps you to move on.

This method even works on pictures, my sister says.  As a doting mom and the custodian of the bulk of our parents' photographs, she had a million snaps taking up room everywhere and no real way to review them. Now they are culled through, organized and in place, ready when she wants to share them.  

Now, I still have a ways to go but our house looks more like a home instead of an episode from A&E's Hoarders.   We're healthier, happier and it takes us less time to find the possessions we want. I won't finish "The Great Tidy" in one fell swoop, but I'll tell you one thing: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up is one of the books I am keeping.




Thursday, May 12, 2016

My Desk Needs a New Home

Free, to good home close to me: one wooden student's desk, desirous of continuing
 its Academic and Professional career.

Although manufactured during the Cold War, Desk's classic design and sturdy construction have allowed him to support generations of students through many levels of academia, earning various former owners multiple high school diplomas, three associate degrees and a Bachelor of Arts degree (Summa). Desk has also played a substantial supporting role in such post-graduate tasks as resume and correspondence preparation, personal accounting and other personal business concerns. Multiple levels of technology have partnered with Desk (starting with manual typewriters and continuing through CPU's, CRT's, printers, scanners, tablets and all-in-one flat screens) and all have found Desk's surface adequate for their purpose. In addition, Desk has been successfully utilized for reading, creative writing, a solitary meal and the occasional nap.

Although possessing only a single drawer, Desk's storage capacity is surprisingly large, as the drawer can hold upwards of 40 pounds of clutter at a time.  This drawer shows a positive talent for attracting and safeguarding all matter of small objects (even from their owners), from pitch pipes and guitar picks to flash drives, keys and pocket change. His open shelves are also surprisingly capacious, and have been deemed acceptable cat bunk beds by experts.

Desk has been cleaned and his drawer has been retrofitted with new pulls. All he needs to return to action is a fresh coat of paint and a setting where he can be of use. Desk is anxious to relocate and only regrets he cannot pay for his own shipping. Any parties interested in adopting &/or employing Desk can contact me here. A photo of Desk is attached. (Sorry, accessories not included)


Thank you for your time.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The History We Never Question

As a rule, we don't question many things we are taught.  If your Mom said stuffing should be cooked separately from the turkey and your Dad decreed all Fords are junk, chances are you accepted those statements, at least until you reached adolescence.  If your favorite teacher taught a specific subject, then you probably learned to like the same field.  Maybe you adopted some of the professor's opinions. All of that is well and good until those beliefs become accepted history.  As somebody said (Orwell? Napoleon? Churchill?) history is written by the winners which means some accepted historical accounts are nothing more than preserved propaganda and lies. You know this if you've read Caroline Alexander's book, The Bounty.  Or do you still loath and fear Captain Bligh?


When I was a kid, my cousin used Captain Bligh's name whenever we pretended we were pirates. According to my cousin, no buccaneer or sailor on the Seven Seas was meaner or sneakier than this terrible man.  Of course, he got his ideas from watching Charles Laughton in "Mutiny on the Bounty", a wonderful old black-and-white picture that contrasts Clark Gable's bare-chested nobility with Laughton's debased and evil Captain Bligh. The picture and source made it clear the sailors that took over the H.M.S. Bounty were mutineers in name only: their actions were caused by the barbarous treatment of Captain Bligh and taken only to save their own lives. That's a thrilling, romantic idea, but is it fact or fiction?  The difference, Caroline Alexander explains, is much more compelling as well as complex.

The fact is, the battle for the Bounty was created by two social climbers, Peter Heywood and William Bligh.  Both men joined the navy as teenagers in order to build personal fortunes, one of the few legal ways in that culture a man could rise in rank and wealth. Bligh rose through the Navy's ranks through years of hard work before he was offered command of the Bounty. Peter Heywood secured his berth through his family's connections, (including Bligh's father-in-law and Fletcher Christian). For whatever reasons, when the rebellion occurred, Heywood and Bligh ended up on opposite sides.  Bligh and the loyal half of the crew were put off at sea in a 23 foot boat while Heywood remained with Fletcher Christian and the mutineers in the Bounty.  Over the next 47 days, Bligh and his remaining crew covered more than 4,100 miles of the ocean in an open boat, fighting hunger, thirst, cannibals and stormy seas. Meanwhile, the mutineers sailed to Tahiti and divided into two groups again.  This time, Fletcher Christian and the core mutineers sailed on to Pitcairn Island while Heywood remained in Tahiti.

Bligh returned to Europe and was initially hailed as a brilliant sailor, innocent of blame in the mutiny. Another ship, the HMS Pandora, captured Peter Heywood and his companions and returned them as prisoners.  Peter's family got him legal help and used their influence to circulate the rumor that the rebellion should be blamed on its victim, Bligh. The mutinous crew captured in Tahiti were all convicted and sentenced to hang but the two mutineers with lawyers were pardoned. The mutineers without lawyers or influence were hung. Heywood got a promotion along with his pardon and returned to his career in the Navy. Bligh survived other voyages and rebellions and lived to watch his name get dragged through the mud. Even as he became a rear admiral, he rarely received command of another ship.

Caroline Alexander is too smart to take even these truths at face value.  Her research shows Bligh as neither tyrant nor martyr, but a man so anxious to avoid failure, he obsessed over details and continually criticized of his subordinates' job performance. (Blight was less physically abusive than many other British Captains).  In the end, Caroline Alexander's The Bounty is less a search for truth about the rebellion than an investigation into the conspiracy that obscured it.  At sea, William Bligh was a capable officer but against a collective of political operators, neither he nor the truth stood a chance.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Why Choose to Read The Classics

A friend and I have a running disagreement.  We both adore reading but we disagree on taste.  To him, the act of reading is everything, what is read is immaterial.  I disagree.  Yes, reading is better than illiteracy, but not all written works are equal. Quality is one reason why some works disappear why others are revered and reread for centuries.  This isn't due to an edict of teachers or a ruling from the some vicious, artsy elite.  It's because some stories are so well formed they become enduring works of art, works that instruct as well as entertain.  They are the classics and there are good reasons to  they should be read.
  • Classics are the building blocks of literature. Willa Cather once wrote, "There are only two or three human stories and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they'd never happened before." If that's true, those stories have also become the backbone of world literature but some versions are told so well, they become the standards other writers follow. For example, once The Odyssey and The Epic of Gilgamesh jointly created the perfect template for road stories, authors have been stealing from and writing variations on these two ever since.  Here are two heroes  who, for whatever reasons, can't take the short way back home. Instead, they are waylaid by Gods and demi-Gods, attacked by horrendous creatures, seduced and distracted by incredible females (can you imagine a modern man trying to convince his wife of this story?  'Honestly, hon, I was on my home with the milk, when I was kidnapped by nymph!  No, not nymphomaniac, nymph!  Well, she did seem pretty warm for my form but honey, honest, I was true to you. Anyway that's where I was, for at least seven years.')  Every hero fighting against nature, every young person on a quest, all the rags-to-riches plots come from classic stories.  If you want to know where literature is going, you have to know where it's been.  And the road to through the past was paved with literary classics.
  • Characters for the ages - Every few years someone talks about another adaptation of Vanity Fair.   What, you thought Vanity Fair was a just brand of underwear or the name of a magazine? Puh-leeze!  Long before that stuff was sold, the phrase was famous.  Actually, it came from two classics. First was Pilgrim's Progress, a man on a quest story, and the fair was a place that catered to humanity's basest hungers. Then Thackeray used it as a title for his wonderful "novel without a hero".  Here is one of lit's greatest anti-heroines, the aptly named Becky Sharp. In a society stuffed to the gills with rogues, thieves and crooks, Becky is the girl to watch. She lies, steals, seduces and blackmails her way up the ladder of society and the best part of it is, we love watching her doing it. Thackeray was smart enough to create a "good-girl" character to serve as a counterpart and a plot that frustrates some of Becky's plans but Vanity Fair gets read and re-read because people adore Becky Sharp. She's adventurous, amoral, smart and the last person you want to meet in real life but she's a wonder on the page.  
  • It's a matter of mind-nutrition. Look, we all have limited time to read.  And books nurture the mind and the soul.  So, why spend your time and money on candy-floss stories with dimensionless characters and pointless plots?  Pick up something with real substance and flavor to it, like Their Eyes were Watching God.  For subtlety, take a gander at Howard's End.  Shoot, pick up the Bible or Shakespeare and absorb some of that marvelous language.  No, it's not how people talk today but it is how they feel and look how imagery and rhythm are packed into each line! You learn poetry, philosophy and art with every scene and psalm. These are the words that stick with you, the ones that offer comfort when you are in despair and counsel when you're confused.  
  • Economics Classics in the public domain can often be bought at a cheaper price. Not all, because the list is always expanding but when I was younger and the budget was tight, I learned to shop the classics shelf first.  They were cheaper than the best-sellers and, almost always, a terrific story.  Classics are the best bang for the buck.
I'm not saying everyone should limit their reading to books sanctified by narrow group of people. Great stories, like great cooking can come from any place on the globe.  But it's ridiculous to avoid reading quality work because it's considered a "classic".  That would be like refusing diamonds from Tiffany's so you can wear rhinestones instead.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Shining a Light in the Dark

Biographies can be such intrusive things.  Say an individual manages, through talent, work and luck, to make something good, something worth remembering.  Now, that's a difficult, desirable achievement but the is the world satisfied with it? No. When something wonderful is created, some Nosy Parker of a biographer will follow behind, trying to uncover the life and soul of the creator.  On the other hand, a good biography, like Judy Oppenheimer's Private Demons, can answer questions and provide context to that person's accomplishments.  The subject here is Shirley Jackson and Ms. Oppenheimer's tale illuminates a few corners of this complicated, compelling, and private writer.

To enjoy Shirley Jackson's work you must be comfortable with complexity.  In the middle of the twentieth century, she became an acclaimed writer in two genres that seemed mutually exclusive.  The best known samples of her work are psychologically disturbing stories of alienation and evil. However, she also published popular stories of domestic recounted in a well-humored, dry and ironic voice.  In a culture that likes to pigeon-hole the work of its creative artists, Shirley defied easy categorization to the consternation of some of her fans. Could the same person write stories in turn that made you chuckle or scared you silly?  If not, which was the "real" Shirley Jackson?

Naturally, the answers are "yes" and "both" but Judy Oppenheimer's book goes a long way toward explaining how that happened.  Shirley was an introvertive, creative girl born to socially-minded, conservative parents. By continually trying to re-focus their eccentric daughter into conventional channels, the Jacksons created a quasi rebel.  Shirley could disregard her parents' expectations but she never stopped craving their approval.  Sadly, validation was something they couldn't give and the process produced an insecure daughter, aware of and uncomfortable with many cultural values while she resentfully followed others.  The result: an alienated soul, perhaps doomed to be a writer.

An adult Shirley created the home life she would have preferred as a child and the joys of that more tolerant world appear in her domestic fiction.  Yet, Ms. Jackson's true gift is not that she created good work in different genres but how she used bits of each to highlight the other. The possibility of unseen forces runs through her domestic work the same way dry humor appears in her Gothic fiction.  One of points this biography makes is that Shirley excelled in both areas because she was as comfortable in the shadowy, interior world of the supernatural as the milieu of a housewife and mother.   

Through witnesses, Judy Oppenheimer tracks down the events that informed Shirley's fiction: Holocaust stories, her own tenure in a New England village and her husband's study of folk rituals all set the stage for The Lottery; the disappearance of a local college student influenced a short story and one of her novels and the progressive isolation in We Have Always Lived at the Castle resulted in Shirley's own bout of agoraphobia. 

Well-researched and thoughtfully written, Private Demons helped stimulate a resurgence of interest in Ms. Jackson's work and in the end, her work is what's important.  Still, Private Demons is worth reading. It's the portrait of someone who, however burdened, never gave up on her work or on herself.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Reconsidering My Cousin Rachel

It's funny how some writers go in and out of style. Some storytellers are flaming hot properties in one decade, and out of print in the next.  You never can tell who will outlast their lifetimes.  Taylor Caldwell, Edna Ferber and Thomas Chastain were royalty on the mid-century best-seller list, but I doubt if they're remembered at all today beyond Ferber's writing the source novel for Showboat.  Daphne du Maurier fares a little better because of Rebecca and because a biography suggesting she was a lesbian but beyond that and a couple of short stories that were adapted into films, her name doesn't ring many bells.   That's a shame because she was a prolific writer with more than thirty books to her credit and no one else created "mood" with words as well as she did.  If you think I'm thinking of Rebecca again, I'm not.  Her greatest "atmospheric" novel is, for me, My Cousin, Rachel.

Rachel is a novel about the damage caused by doubt.  In the beginning, Ambrose Ashley and his nephew Philip are completely sure of their spots in the world.  Ambrose is the master of a Cornish estate and the guardian of Philip, his heir.  Their lives are bound by the responsibilities and rewards of landed gentry and the largest difficulty is Ambrose's rheumatism that acts up during the winter. Ambrose leaves to spend the coldest months in Italy and soon Philip starts getting letters from his uncle mentioning a widowed cousin in Florence named Rachel. Rachel is clever, Rachel's good company, Rachel was poorly treated by her late husband...the letters go on and on until Ambrose announces he's married Cousin Rachel.  Instantly, Philip's place in the world is overturned by a woman he hasn't even met. Rachel keeps his only real family far away and her child could disinherit him. Reason enough for Philip to dislike her but then Ambrose joins in his doubts. Soon, Ambrose is writing of his deteriorating health and untrustworthy doctors and finally states, "...Rachel is my torment."  Philip goes to Italy as fast as he can but it's too late. Ambrose is dead by the time he arrives and Cousin Rachel is gone.

Daphne du Maurier
Although everyone else agrees Ambrose's death was caused by a brain tumor, Philip suspects his cousin, Rachel, committed murder. No one is more surprised to learn, when they finally meet, that Rachel is exactly as Ambrose first described her. She is  kind, good-humored and unselfish and Philip begins to question his beliefs. After he and Rachel start sharing their common grief, Philip starts falling in love. Rachel is grateful for Philip's presents but she doesn't return his romantic feelings. He gives her still more extravagant presents, as proof of his devotion, but these don't change her mind. Misunderstandings and mischance start to increase as Philip's obsession with Rachel grows until, like his late uncle, he realizes, "Rachel is my torment." But Philip never determines and neither do we if Rachel is a good or evil person.  Is she an innocent victim of poor judgment and circumstances or she a guileful manipulator? Does she take advantage of Philip or do his actions actually dictate hers? The author leaves us without any easy answers.

The themes of duality and obsession run through Daphne du Maurier's work; perhaps that's what continues to keep them relevant. Our world runs over with love-hate relationships and obsession is honored as much as it's vilified. Maybe the world of today accepts a few more shades of grey. If so, it is due in some part to this obsessive writer who spent much of her life in Cornwall and chose ambiguity as her badge of honor.  Lady Browning, a/k/a Dame du Maurier, we are in your debt.




Thursday, April 14, 2016

A Modern World filled with Ancient Gods?

Like I said last week, every civilization develops its own mythology to answer its questions and confront its fears. As the needs of the culture change, so change the heroes we worship. So, what happens to the older gods when these newer icons are developed? Do they resent being forced into retirement or do they  transcend to a Sun City section of Mount Olympus where they can play endless rounds of shuffleboard and bore each other with photos of their descendants?  Did Odin develop a sub-section of Valhalla to house superannuated deities?  Is there an AARP for Gods?  You might think that's a funny idea for a story but it's actually a question Neil Gaiman posed when he wrote American Gods.  It's also an English novelist's perspective of America and a brilliant fantasy novel.

At the center of the story is Shadow Moon, a man with a past who once thought he had a future.  Instead, his wife and secure job die shortly before he can reach them and a man named Wednesday offers him work. Shadow is the perfect hero for this kind of adventure: he's quiet, tough and shrewder than most folks realize.  Shadow is the kind of man Bogart played in the movies but he isn't fighting the standard cops or robbers.  Instead, he and his new boss embark on a road trip filled with fights, kidnap and intrigue and they keep running into the oddest people.  Hey, it's what you've got to expect when you go to work for an Ancient God.

Because Mr. Wednesday is a God or at least an American version of one.  Gaiman's underlying idea is that when immigrants flooded what is now the U. S., they brought the old deities with them. This might have worked for a generation or two but a New Country worships different things and the New Gods have taken over. Odin and Ibis have been replaced by Tech Boy (the quintessential computer geek complete with a Matrix coat and bad acne) and Media, a Lucy Ricardo goddess who can be truly terrifying. There are lots of other super-beings, both old and new, and half of the fun of this book is realizing which one of the odd-balls is really a deity in retirement. Thing is, Mr. Wednesday wants the Old Ones to band together and kick the New Gods out of existence. Shadow's job in this mess is to sort out who the real good and bad guys are and stop the carnage before it's too late.

Yes, most of the characters in the tale are used to being worshipped but Shadow is the quintessential American Archetype of a Hero: he's the loner who adheres to no moral code save his own and he's on an unforgiving road to redemption. This hero never asks much for himself; instead others end up requesting his help. When he tries to give it to them, he's often forced to break rules in order to do what's right. This guy's the outsider who takes on the corrupt political machine, the reporter or lawyer who won't give up on a cause. If you like cowboys, Shadow is like Shane. If detective stories are your thing, think Sam Spade.  Shadow is one of these lonely guy/heroes and we're lucky he has a sense of humor as well as sense because we see what happens through his eyes.

A word to parents: although this is by the man that wrote Coraline and The Graveyard Book, American Gods is not for kids.  It's a huge, adult fantasy that snapped up some big time awards and now Starz is bringing the story to film.  It's a big read, and a worthwhile one, but it's a fantasy novel for adults.  Catch my drift?  I hope so.

This country has never been a place that likes to slow down. Americans are always searching for the Next Big Thing.  So maybe it takes an outsider's perspective, a smart person willing to watch, like de Tocqueville or Gaiman, to give us a good analysis of our own culture.  It's not an easy task because we're the result of a billion different influences and, like I said, we tend to keep moving.  But, whatever our faults, we're a dynamic society where there's still room for opportunity.  As long as that's true, we'll remain the Goldene Medina for immigrants.  Even Immigrant Gods.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Why Do We Keep Creating Myths?

Why do people continue to listen to and create new myths?  What purpose do these stories serve?  The ancient civilization made myths to explain the universe none of them could understand. That's not to say they were stupid. These early civilizations laid the roots of our modern day culture and established the primary principals in law, math, science and medicine. We stand on the shoulders of their work. But advances in learning and technology have answered many of the ancient questions originally dealt with by myths.  Thunder isn't controlled some guy named Zeus or Indra or Thor. It's the result of lightening heated air, impacting colder air. With that discovery we relegated tales of the Thunder Gods to English, Archaeology and Anthropology Majors.  Nevertheless, we've continued to spin other stories with newer heroes, god and terrible villains.  Want to debate me on this?  Get set.

First it seems like every emerging culture seems to have its own set of stories, right?  The Greeks, the Romans, the Norse and lots of other cultures developed complex, interesting mythologies with gods that took an interest in the world of humans.  Myths are the creations of a culture and the one I grew up in isn't much more than 300 years old.  This culture was created by immigrants and their descendants that colonized and then covered the United States.  These people kept some elements of other ancestral homelands but added stories of their own; stories with characters that were distinctly "American."

Some of those characters are fictitious creations like Pecos Bill, John Henry and Paul Bunyan. Others, like Johnny Appleseed, Joe Hill and Casey Jones were real people whose exploits served as the basis for a series of stories.  Either way, they became the revered centers of stories that explained some characteristic the storytellers and their audiences valued.   The three fictional men  and Casey Jones are remembered for their superb abilities to execute lonely and dangerous jobs necessary to the economy. Additionally, John Henry fought for the dignity of man in the face of technological advancement and Casey Jones sacrificed his own life in order to save passengers who are hurtling toward a collision. John Chapman (a/k/a Johnny Appleseed) was remembered in story and song for furthering the dreams of settlers by bringing gospel and fruit trees to the wilderness.  These settler stories were reduced to folklore status by the middle of the twentieth century while another Pantheon was being developed.

As the communication improved and the Western Drive finally ended, focus returned to America's urban areas.  Now, city dwellers and townsfolk have different worries and enemies than homesteaders.  So, in the midst of the Depression a new story caught the public's eye, the story of an illegal immigrant, raised in the United States, who fights for Truth, Justice and The American Way. Specifically, this stranger (with WASPish good looks) lives to  fight "bad guys" (whenever he's not working as a reporter at the Daily Planet).  Superman has been joined by a plethora of other Comic Book Super Heroes who have urban ties and a mission to fight "bad guys". Yes, these started out as entertainment but one generation's entertainment often begins becoming the next's revered mythology. Baby boomers were entertained by SF creations like Star Trek and Star Wars but they inherited the earlier generation's obsession with Comic Book Super Heroes.  The Millenials became the target audience of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel after being taught to revere the SF stories their parents admired.  I suppose the next generation will be forced to listen to their parents' memories about Game of Thrones.  From stories remembering real people and deeds, we've returned to the words of heraldry and magic.

In the end, a mythology says a lot about what its creators see, want and fear.  The homesteaders knew about difficulties of existing in an unforgiving natural world and they made up stories that said it could be done.  Urban dwellers faced the evil of human corruption and created heroes to combat their foes.  Alien beings, the living dead and other soul-draining forces have re-entered our contemporary culture along with the heroes who humanize or stop them.  Maybe that's why we still create and respond to myths. The things we fear alter with knowledge and time; the fact that we fear never changes.  

By the way, I'm not the only one fascinated with American Mythology. Check back soon and you'll see what I mean!!


Thursday, March 31, 2016

A Heart-Breakingly Good Story

My husband loves to read the comics.  While I was raised to believe cartoons were simultaneously the lowest form of art and literature, they helped him learn how to read.  Before the Internet, he read the comics page before he read anything else in the paper.  Now he follows them online.  One strip, Mom's Cancer, has made such an impact on him that I got him the complete graphic novel but I wasn't going read it. Like everyone else, I've lost loved ones to this awful disease and the idea of reading about some poor woman's struggle didn't send me.  Add that feeling to what I was taught about comics as a kid and I decided this was a book to avoid.  Well, I was wrong, not just a little bit wrong, but WRONG with whip cream and cherries.   Mom's Cancer is a story that needs to be shared and a strip was the best way to tell it.

In 2004 Brian Fies was just one more baby-boomer in the sandwich generation part of his life (That's when your kids see you as an adult but your parents still react like you're a kid.) His parents and his siblings were living mostly separate lives.  Then his mother had what seemed like a seizure and the medical searchers found not one tumor but two.  A brain tumor (no surprise) caused by metastasized lung cancer.  Stage Four.  The only reason his mother wasn't dismayed at first was because she thought there were ten stages of cancer.  Her children changed the rhythm of their lives to help her fight the disease.

This kind of story only works (I think) when it's told with marrow-deep honesty and Mr. Fries pulls no punches.  He and his sisters became their Mom's support system but there were times they found it difficult to pull together.  Serious illness makes families want to pull together while their anxiety tears them apart.  And since responsibility for Mom was apportioned between three siblings, conflict was inevitable.  In the end, the mutual support of their mother was the over-riding factor and that support evidently continued into the creation of this volume.   Families can be wonderful, that way.


The words and art quickly point out that the health-care industry could use some improvement. Mom's initial diagnosis came seriously late because an osteopath didn't put the evidence together. The family doesn't get the referral support they need to find appropriate specialists. Then the specialists tend to face this seriously ill and depressed woman wearing jack-o-lantern grins and expressionless eyes.  (My husband, a long-time health-care worker himself, thinks these drawings are incredibly accurate and scary.)  In the fight to prolong their patient's life, her quality of life sometimes gets overlooked and cancer victims don't always learn the degree of permanent change they face, even if they recover.  If nothing else, Mom's Cancer lifts that shade of ignorance a bit. It should be required reading for cancer patients, their families and their doctors.

The art of the book is spectacular in explaining some complex parts of the story (like how a one/fifth decrease in a tumor's size is really a fifty percent improvement) and highlights some electrifying moments.  But at heart it's a story of people negotiating some of their most difficult days with humor, anger and the occasional moment of grace.  It's full of life, hope and humanity. That's what makes Mom's Cancer so worthwhile.  


Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Trickiest of Heroes

Certain literary academic types like to search for the roots of stories.  Get a bunch of them together and pretty soon you'll start hearing terms like "origin myth" and "archetype" being bandied about. (Well, that's what you hear when you serve them tea and coffee. Serve booze and you may get something entirely different)   That's because these thinkers spend a lot of their lives trying to understand humanity and culture through its literature and art.  Stories and characters are created to answer needs in the human psyche and some needs are so deeply rooted we don't completely understand how or why they exist.  But because they exist, each generation makes up its own stories that revive or reinvent these characters and their adventures.  The stories gain or lose shades of complexity that correspond to aspects of the era it was hatched in but certain characters (or archetypes) reappear from one generation to the next and in stories from very different cultures.  Look anywhere in the pages World Literature and you'll find the Wise Old Mentor or the terrifying Shade.You'll also find my personal favorite there: the Trickster, the wiliest, most entertaining Hero in the pack.

Heroes are usually stalwart guys (well, they're girls too) who beat the bad guys with bravery and nobility of soul.  Don't get me wrong, those guys are all great.  Young and inexperienced like Harry Potter or Luke Skywalker, or mysterious and cynical like Shane or Casablanca's Rick Blaine, they face down terrors and save the world, even if they die in the process.  They're admirable folks but aren't they also the tiniest bit, well....boring?   Courage and Nobility are great when your life's in danger but they're not much fun on a date.   If wit and entertainment are what you want in a companion, you'd be much better off with ......Bugs Bunny.

Think about it, Bugs is the coolest member of the Warner Brothers cast.  Fast-talking, fast thinking and nimble, he runs circles around Elmer Fudd and anyone else who stands in his way.  He continually turns the plot upside down and fools his opponent at every turn, sometimes with rhythmic patter, (Rabbit Season/Duck Season) and sometimes by dressing in drag (Bugs as Brunhilde in What's Opera, Doc introduced most of us to Wagner and cross-dressing) With Bugs, the ending is always the same.  Bugs wins by trickery and never dies.  He exchanges nobility of soul for a brilliant brain and becomes the hero that's cool.  Not bad for a "rascally rabbit".

Actually the list of trickster heroes includes more than one rabbit and several of them are animals. The Trickster Heroes in Native American literature appear as raccoons, coyotes, foxes and other animals.  African tribes also created stories starring animal tricksters who overcame authority with their wits, the essential quality of the trickster.  The trickster is always an outsider who subverts and overcomes authority by outwitting the ruling powers.  Thank heavens some trickster heroes are human (or human shaped) as well.

Who's the fellow who robbed the rich and rescued the poor until the rightful King returned to England?  Robin Hood of course and a trickier, more attractive man there never was.  Who upsets Oberon and Titania and steals the good scenes of a Mid-Summer Night's Dream?  Puck, a/k/a r Robin Goodfellow.  Sometimes the Trickster captures the heroine's (and the reader's) interest and is somewhat domesticated by marriage. (Think of Harold Hill or Hans Solo) but most Tricksters evade capture.  They just go on from tale to tale (like Captain Jack Sparrow, one of the more successful recent trickster heroes) enjoying their lives. living by their wits and subverting authority. 

The one thing we're still a bit short on are trickster heroines although there are a few. Scheherezade tricked the king into keeping her alive with her wealth of stories and Pippi Longstocking qualifies, even if I don't like her.  Ramona the Pest might also make the list.  Either way, we need more girls with the smarts to turn authority upside down and over on itself.  That's what tricksters do.  That's why we like them.   They're the heroes that are "too cool for school".