Saturday, October 31, 2009

starting this week . . . once a week

Julie & Julia

With the humor of Bridget Jones and the vitality of Augusten Burroughs, Julie Powell recounts how she conquered every recipe in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and saved her soul.

Julie Powell is 30 years old, living in a rundown apartment in Queens and working at a soul-sucking secretarial job that’s going nowhere. She needs something to break the monotony of her life, and she invents a deranged assignment. She will take her mother’s dog-eared copy of Julia Child’s 1961 classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and she will cook all 524 recipes. In the span of one year.

At first she thinks it will be easy. But as she moves from the simple Potage Parmentier (potato soup) into the more complicated realm of aspics and crepes, she realizes there’s more to Mastering the Art of French Cooking than meets the eye. With Julia’s stern warble always in her ear, Julie haunts the local butcher, buying kidneys and sweetbreads. She sends her husband on late-night runs for yet more butter and rarely serves dinner before midnight. She discovers how to mold the perfect Orange Bavarian, the trick to extracting marrow from bone, and the intense pleasure of eating liver.

And somewhere along the line she realizes she has turned her kitchen into a miracle of creation and cuisine. She has eclipsed her life’s ordinariness through spectacular humor, hysteria, and perseverance.

[ Source : Powell's Books - Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen by Julie Powell ]

October 29, 2009

I went to Borders on Thursday as I had a 30% off discount coupon that was expiring on the very next day. And I picked up this book.

Frankly speaking, I have no idea why I have picked this book up over the thousands of books available in Borders. Perhaps it is because of the movie, which I had just watched last Sunday. To compare the movie to the book, I would definitely say that the book is way better than the movie.

Powell’s writing has surprised me. The book has been (so far) a delicious read.

October 29, 2009

“I was drowning and she pulled me out of the ocean.” – Julie Powell

I am in my new job now, and I have found myself drowning in my work. I am unable to update this blog as often as I used. Now it is usually just once a week.

I am also finding myself forgetting to do things and missing many appointments with my friends. So I figured out I need to get my life more organized. And guess what I did yesterday?

I took out my Moleskine notebook and drew out a weekly planner of my own. (I am aware that Moleskine produces weekly planners as well. But I just thought that it would be easier and more fun to create one on my own for a start.)

So starting this week, I am going to do this every week to get myself more organized.

I hope it will last.

Or maybe not . . . after reading this:

“Many people live and die by the desk calendar these days. Ours is a time-conscious, time-driven culture. Most of us have more things to do on our schedules than we can comfortably manage. These pressures have created an environment where missing appointments and scheduled events is a constant threat.” – Davild C. Lohff

Book Review: Bounce by Keith McFarland

Through the magic of ListenAlaska, I recently listened to the audiobook:

McFarland, Keith R. 2009. Bounce: the art of turning tough times into triumph. New York: Crown Business.

The book was part business and part social psychology. It is told in the form of a fable but appears to be backed up by research and the author’s business experience. I found it engaging and credible. The last chapter gives sources for the author’s concepts and research findings mentioned in the fable. Doesn’t work well as an audio book, but makes the paper version more useful.

This book could have been titled “Business lessons from Army Rangers” as most of the really useful business lessons are imparted by an Army Ranger who served in Afghanistan. None of the lessons involve calling in close air support on your business competitors. The lessons are focused on ways to build resiliency, which is where the social psychology comes in. The book also notes the importance of transparency and the need to involve ALL levels of your organization in problem solving.

The book has a companion website and blog at http://www.nowbounce.com/.

I found the book pretty inspiring and it gave me some good ideas for work. I hope you’ll check it out.

 

Time for Capitalism and Democracy to Grow Up

To Reich: I don't have Ebert or Roper with me...So I'll just have to hold both my own thumbs up!

Coming up with a truly inventive political or economic idea is a lot like coming up with technological invention. If the new idea really has any merit, chances are better than 99% that somebody else has already come up with the idea or something very similar (Edison and Tesla competing to commercialize electricity.) With politics and economics, chances are somebody already expressed the idea or something very similar a half a century or more earlier.

Understanding that, I contemplated titling this post “Déjà Vous All Over Again.” Good ideas are always worth revisiting. When either author is especially articulate – all the better; and when a new spin is added, you come away particularly well sated after digesting several viewpoints. Such was my experience after recently reading Robert Reich’s 2007 book, Supercapitalism. The fundamental tension that Reich paints between Capitalism and Democracy was stunningly simple (in the best sense of the word) and elegant. The notion that two of our most cherished ideals battle each other relentlessly over the decades surprised me and, it seemed to me, richly rang true.

As very good ideas always do, Reich’s book left me with more questions than answers. Intrigued to learn more, I did what everybody does: I Googled. Specifically, I Googled “dark side of capitalism” to see whatever would chance to pop out of the collective-consciousphere. I was truly fascinated to see Google return near the top of the list an Atlanta Business Chronicle book review (I live in Atlanta) of a 1999 release, Turbo-Capitalism: Winners and Losers in the Global Economy (book review link here) by Edward Luttwak. Hmmm, now isn’t that interesting. Compare the two titles, eight years apart. Suffice it to say, I strongly recommend Reich’s book; and the Turbo-Capitalism book is on my to-be-read list.

Even on the surface both ideas are terrific; but there is a fundamental missing piece with both. When you are leading people with ideas, it is always crucial to consider the direction you lead. Whether one leads children, adults, or CEO’s who act like children, its always far easier to lead people toward and idea than away from an idea. The power of this concept can not be overemphasized. A simple example is the chocolate chip cookie, “Billy, don’t eat that cookie!” Well of course the child will now be obsessed with the cookie (the negative) and sneak it at the first chance because you both emphasized the wrong target and solidified its image with graphic clarity in the child’s mind. You attracted attention to that which was bad. You did worse than guide away from the good idea. You guided toward a bad idea without even meaning to!

I can’t stress enough that I believe personally that both Reich’s and Luttwak’s ideas are very good. Reich is amazingly articulate and never fails to rivet my attention; but we need to complete the loop. In a way, neither book is finished. Both should have either entertained an immediate sequel or found a better title with positive connotations, a clearer objective. When one is passionate about a topic, if the focus is negative one risks being destructive; and I do wish Dr. Reich had chosen a different symbol for the cover of his book (a serpent in the shape of a dollar sign.)

We need a clear, positive target now and symbols that guide toward something. That target is, I believe, a broader yet simple unifying theory for enabling Capitalism and Democracy to complement each other. In order to accomplish that, I believe we must reexamine our beliefs in each individually and acknowledge some very specific and disturbingly dark sides that exist for each. Reich starts us down that path. I believe we’re ready to go further. We are ready to discover that Capitalism and Democracy can make each other better. We are ready to begin unifying the most successful political and economic models of the past century (democracy and capitalism) into a more stable and productive whole.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Book Review: Divided City by Theresa Breslin

If you haven’t guessed already, we at bububooks are fans of Theresa Breslin. Now we know her books are not bilingual, but we love the topics she covers.  Indeed, when we expand to monolingual yet ethnic books, we’ll be sure to include Theresa’s titles in our collection!

Book Cover for Divided City

Divided City is a story for young adults and takes place in Glasgow. The two boys in the story come from different sides of the city, geographically, socially, historically and religiously. One is Roman Catholic while the other is Protestant.  They meet on a soccer team and forge a friendship through their unwitting and reluctant help to an asylum seeker.  As they each face their own internal struggles within their families and communities, the two boys, Graham and Joe, face their external struggles through each other.

“A gripping tale about two boys who must find their own answers–and their own way forward–in a world divided by differences.”

By enveloping the story in the rivalries of soccer (football), Breslin brings forward the tensions of various differences and tensions that circles in society face.  Once again, her structure also neatly sets up these differences. In the beginning, the chapters alternate in telling the separate stories of Joe and Graham. As the two grow together, at first simply in the time they spend together and later in their friendship bonds, their chapters blend together as well.  A riveting read (I couldn’t put it down!), Breslin uses this story to highlight where ethnic tensions come from and how we just might be able to rise above them.

Read this book if you get the chance!

Book Review: A Broom of One's Own

HerStories Memoir Challenge #2

I like Nancy Peacock’s A Broom of One’s Own: Words About Writing, Housecleaning & Life so much that it’s taken me over two months and two missed deadlines to untangle my thoughts and write this four-sentence review, an irony Peacock, author of two critically acclaimed novels, would no doubt address were I in one of her writing classes.

She would probably tell me that there is no perfect writing life; that her job as a part-time housecleaner, begun when full-time writing wouldn’t pay the bills, afforded time, solitude, and the “foundation of regular work” she needed;  that engaging in physical labor allowed her unconscious mind to “kick into gear,” so she became not the writer but the “receiver” of her stories.

She’d probably say that writing is hard; that sitting at a desk doesn’t automatically bring brilliance; that writers have to work with what they have; that “if I don’t have the pages I hate I will never have the pages I love”; that there are a million “saner” things to do and a “million good reasons to quit” and that the only good reason to continue is, “This is what I want.”

So, having composed at least two dozen subordinated, coordinated, appositived, participial-phrase-stuffed first sentences and discarded them before completion; having practically memorized the text searching for the perfect quotation to end with; and having once again stayed awake into the night, racing another deadline well past the due date, I am completing this review—because I value Nancy Peacock’s advice; and because I love A Broom of One’s Own; and because I consider it the equal of Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird; and because I want other readers to know about it; and because I want to.

‘Smile or Die’ – Barbara Ehrenreich’s ‘Bright-sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America’

Taking aim at the “prosperity gospel,” “positive psychology” courses, and teddy bears designed for breast-cancer patients

Bright-sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America. By Barbara Ehrenreich. Holt/Metropolitan, 235 pp., $23.

By Janice Harayda

When I was a book editor, I often had to reassure freelancers that they had the right to give negative reviews. Critics never apologized for praising books, but they did apologize for panning them – even when they had done so brilliantly.

At first, I thought freelancers were worried that they would get fewer assignments if they wrote unfavorable reviews, because some editors do prefer to publish praise. But many seemed reluctant to criticize books even after I had explained that I didn’t care whether reviews were positive or negative: I cared whether they were fair, honest and well written.

Barbara Ehrenreich suggests a possible explanation for the reluctance in Bright-sided, a spirited broadside against enforced optimism in medicine, psychology, business, religion and other fields. She argues that faith in “positive thinking” has become so ingrained in American society “that ‘positive’ seems to us not only normal but normative – the way you should be.”

Ehrenreich found when she was diagnosed with breast cancer that a cult of optimism pervaded articles and books about the disease that made her feel isolated instead of supported. “No one among the bloggers and book writers seemed to share my sense of outrage over the disease and the available treatments,” she writes in a chapter ironically called “Smile or Die: The Bright Side of Cancer.” “What causes it and why is it so common, especially in industrialized societies? Why don’t we have treatments that distinguish between different forms of breast cancer or between cancer cells and normal dividing cells?”

Instead of finding answers, Ehrenreich kept coming across articles by women who claimed that they owed their survival to a “positive attitude” – even though the death rate from breast cancer has changed little since the 1930s and there is no consistent evidence that staying upbeat extends the life of those who have the disease, though it may have many other benefits. She also found that “positive thinking” can exact a terrible price in self-blame if a cancer defies treatment. As the oncology nurse Cynthia Rittenberg has written, the pressure to think positively is “an additional burden to an already devastated patient.”

“Smile or Die” recycles some of the material from Ehrenreich’s award-winning essay, “Welcome to Cancerland,” but is still the strongest chapter in Bright-sided. Other sections of the book describe the wholesale effects of “positive thinking” better than they show their retail cost to ordinary Americans. Ehrenreich argues cogently that the emerging field of “positive psychology” is based heavily on bad or no science. But the same is also true of some older forms of therapy that apply similar principles, as the psychologist Robyn Dawes documented in his superb indictment of the profession, House of Cards (Free Press, 1996). So why focus on “positive psychology” when other types of therapy have done more damage, if only because they are more widely used? Ehrenreich describes an unflattering interview with the high priest of “positive psychology,” the psychologist Martin Seligman. But she seems to have talked to no one burned by his teachings – which shouldn’t have been hard to do, given that more than 200 schools and colleges offer courses in his field.

In a chapter called “God Wants You to Be Rich,” Ehrenreich faults the so-called “prosperity gospel” preached by superstar pastors like Joel Osteen, whose churches offer “services that might, in more generous nations, be provided by the secular welfare state,” such as pre- and after-school programs. Certainly those ministries may foster self-blame. (If God wants you to be rich and you’re not, you don’t have enough faith.) But if the churches that promote the “prosperity gospel” are offering low- or no-cost day care that enables parents to seek prosperity by holding jobs, doesn’t that count for something? You sense that such programs are exactly kind of thing that Ehrenreich might love, if only they weren’t endorsed by pastors who wear too much gel in their mullets.

No less important: A blurred line exists between innate optimism – which may be genetic — and the enforced optimism of disciplines like “positive psychology” and the “prosperity gospel.” To what extent are advocates of “positive thinking” creating an attitude and to what extent are tapping or reinforcing one that’s already there? Ehrenreich sidesteps the question. But if optimism is in our genes, it may do little good to argue as she does that we need replace “positive thinking” with a “vigilant realism.” Joseph Hallinan takes a less extensive but more practical approach to the subject in his Why We Make Mistakes (Broadway, 2009), which deals in part with the research on errors based on overconfidence – a trait often indistinguishable from “positive thinking.”

Overall Bright-sided is much more theoretical than Nickled and Dimed, for which Ehrenreich took a series of low-wage jobs to show how corporations exploit blue-collar workers, or her more recent Bait and Switch. But it makes a needed assault on an idea that too often goes unchallenged in America: that “positive thinking” is always a good thing. Ehrenreich is right that a deep and unacknowledged anxiety often underlies efforts to block out unpleasant thoughts. “Positive thinking” requires a continual effort to deflect “negative” ideas, she notes, and it can be exhausting. “The truly self-confident, or those who have in some way made their peace with the world and their destiny within it, do not need to expend effort censoring or controlling their thoughts,” she writes. “Positive thinking may be a quintessentially American activity, associated in our minds with both individual and national success, but it is driven by a terrible insecurity.”

Best line: Ehrenreich notes that breast cancer has given rise to a highly commercialized industry of products for patients, including “infantilizing” teddy bears: “Certainly men diagnosed with prostate cancer do not receive gifts of Matchbox cars.”

Worst line: “All the motivators and gurus of positivity agree that it is a mistake to watch the news.” How does Ehrenreich know? Has she talked to them all? In my experience the self-styled motivators — with a few exceptions including Rhonda Byrne (The Secret), they urge people to limit – not eliminate – exposure to bad news.

Editor: Sara Bershtel

Published: October 2009

Read an excerpt (the first pages) from Bright-sided or listen to an audio excerpt.

Furthermore: For more on optimism and illness, see the post “‘The Tyranny of Positive Thinking’ and Cancer Patients — A Physician-Author Says That It’s Not Always Best to Tell People to ‘Be Optimistic’.”

© 2009 Janice Harayda. All rights reserved.
www.janiceharayda.com

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Tomorrow -- Getting Lucky at Harvard, a Review of Ben Mezrich's Tale of the Founding of Facebook, 'The Accidental Billionaires'

Is Ben Mezrich turning into the male Danielle Steel of nonfiction? You might wonder after reading passages like this one from his new The Accidental Billionaires: The Founding of Facebook: A Tale of Sex, Money, Genius, and Betrayal (Doubleday, 260, $25):

“His hands roamed under her open white shirt, tracing the soft material of her red bra, his fingers lingering over her perky, round breasts, touching the silky texture of her perfect caramel skin. She gasped, her lips closing against the side of his neck, her tongue leaping out, tasting him. His entire body started to quiver, and he rocked forward, pushing her harder against the stall, feeling her writhe into him. His lips found her ear and she gasped again –”

Does The Accidental Billionaires have more going for — or against — it than this sort of purple prose? A review of the book will appear tomorrow on One-Minute Book Reviews.

Book Review: The Great Perhaps by Joe Meno (2009)

The two epigrams for The Great Perhaps by Joe Meno establish the book’s two great themes. First, Kurt Vonnegut: “One of the great American tragedies is to have participated in a just war.”

Set against the backdrop of the Bush/Kerry election season Meno explores the idea of war and conflict by looking at the Casper family.  The father, Jonathan, is obsessed with finding a prehistoric squid. The mother, Madeline, can’t understand why her research pigeons are brutalizing each other. The oldest daughter, Amelia, wants to a make a statement against capitalism with her history project. The youngest, Thisbe, wants God to heal her family. And their grandfather, Henry, is slowly discarding memories one at a time and longs to escape the nursing home.

In an interview with Edan Lepucki at The Millions, Meno said, “What becomes apparent is how lonely they are in each other’s company, because they’re all failing to see how none of those perspectives are mutually exclusive, and how we need all of those ways of understanding to make sense of the complexities of the world.”

Each character is sympathetically rendered, though it’s clear that Meno has no love for the Bushies or for Thisbe’s faith (which is why it’s really the crudest cliché in the book—her prayers are painful and seem more a way to ridicule her than to consider her heart).

Meno said, “I realized the book was about complexity, and the need for it, and how terrified we, as Americans, seemed to have become of anything complicated or uncertain.”

It’s especially through Madeline and Amelia that the frustration with the Iraq war and its presentation to the public that Meno’s voice comes through.

Madeline thinks,
“When did we get so used to always having to fight somebody? When did we get so used to the idea of war? How come no one’s really talking about how terrible this idea really is? How come no one’s asking any questions? And how come there are no protests? How come there’s no rationing? No rubber drives? How did war become such a distant, everyday thing?…How come my own girls aren’t more upset by what’s happening? Why doesn’t it seem more important to anybody? And how come no one’s affected by anything like they used to be?”

This shows why Meno’s so clever—it’s about the war, but it’s also really not about the war.  The war only revealed the bigger questions about our humanity and where we are as a culture today.  Amelia’s frustration with her peers and what happens when she writes a controversial newspaper article help underscore the problem of apathy and the status quo.

Contrast this sort of distance with Henry, Jonathan’s father who helped design the F-4 Phantom, watching a bombing on TV: “…all Henry can do is sit there on his sofa, thousands and thousands of miles away and begin to weep, quietly, regretfully, without surprise. His empty hands reach out toward the absolute distance of the television screen.”

Eventually all of the characters (who are followed in third person limited point of view in rotating chapters) and their conflicts and flaws intersect and are united through cloud imagery.

Meno on the cloud as his symbol of the necessity of war:

“I used a similar image – a cloud – which is also part of the natural world, and is also pretty impossible to avoid. The other thing about the cloud is that it’s amorphous, ever-changing, unclear, which speaks directly to the way all of the characters see the world in which they’re living. To me, that’s what’s necessary or beautiful about the image: they’re the physical manifestation of the idea of uncertainty or complexity.”

And as Meno did in books like The Boy Detective Fails and Hairstyles of the Damned, he effectively captures the lostness of life and the baby steps we take toward redemption when we get far enough gone.

That takes us to the second epigram, from Thornton Wilder: “Where there is an unknowable, there is a promise.”

Each character is driven by an unknowable, and Meno is great at allowing the unexplainable to have space in his worlds.  Whether it’s the cloud that Madeline can’t shake, Thisbe’s flying episodes, or the other-worldly squid that Jonathan chases, we see in their unattainable longings some of our own hopes.  So much so that by the novel’s climax with Henry, we will them to fly.  Perhaps…

Saturday, October 24, 2009

<i>In the Company of the Courtesan</i> by Sarah Dunant

It is 1527 and the Emperor’s army is at the gates of Rome, unpaid and eager for plunder.  The Eternal City is about to be sacked and the Pope imprisoned, much to the dismay of Henry VIII of England.  However, the plight of England’s king is the last thing on the mind of Bucino, the eyes through which we see this tale.  He is a dwarf in the service of a courtesan.

After suffering the greed of the Spanish and the righteous cruelty of the Germans, Bucino and his mistress flee to her native city:  Venice.  Though Rome is sore beleaguered, Venice is the jewel of Italy, rising in cosmopolitan glory from the waters of the Adriatic.  Compared to the overt sins of Rome, Venice preserves a veneer of luxurious austerity.  And it is a veneer.  Courtesans actually go to Mass in order to gain the attention of potential new clients!

Dunant brings Renaissance Venice to brilliant, vivid life.  The isolation of the Ghetto, the mostly amicable relations with the Ottoman Empire, and the surprisingly lenient treatment of those charged with witchcraft.  The squalor of the poor and the understated opulence of the rich.

One thing I found of particular interest was the ruby.  In any other place in Europe, Bucino would have gotten almost as much as the woman.

I find that I liked In the Company of the Courtesan more than I did The Birth of Venus.  It is an enjoyable escape into the glories of Renaissance Venice.

Rating:  4.5 out of 5 stars

Everett Ferguson, Baptist in the Early Church: History, Theology, and Liturgy in the First Five Centuries

Everett Ferguson, Baptism in the Early Church: History, Theology, and Liturgy in the First Five Centuries. Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2009. Pp. 975, hardcover. $60.00.

It would be difficult to commend highly enough the work that Everett Ferguson’s Baptism in the Early Church represents. Here we have a comprehensive examination of the texts, history, and developments of baptism in the Christian tradition during the first five centuries. Just like Ferguson’s earlier volume, Backgrounds of Early Christianity, readers will find the immense benefit of this book to be in the synthesis of ideas, not innovation.

After surveying the scholarly landscape with regard to studies on baptism (pp. 1-22), Ferguson begins his own undertaking by exploring antecedents to Christian baptism. Included in this section are explorations of Greco-Roman washings for purification and Jewish ritual washings. Because the use of water as a means for purification is “widespread in the religions of the world” (p. 25), it should come as no surprise that many have drawn parallels between Christian baptism and pagan religious ceremonies which pre-date baptism. Addressing this common correlation, Ferguson notes that such comparisons rest on blending the “preliminary baths with effects of the initiation itself…or…on late Christian writers who Christianized the significance of the ceremonies” (p.29). In his detailed chapter on the use of the Bapt- root in Classical and Hellenistic Greek, Ferguson concludes that the primary meaning of baptizō is “to dip” implying submersion or a thorough overwhelming of the object by an element (p. 59). This section concludes with a study of the meaning and manner of John’s baptism in the New Testament and Josephus. Interestingly, Ferguson asserts two functions of John’s baptism which are (admittedly) provocative and contested: initiation into “true Israel” and protestation of the current temple establishment (p. 93).

Part two explores Christian baptism throughout the New Testament by examining each of the relevant texts within their canonical framework. The treatment begins with the baptism of Jesus, which he sees as a transition between John’s baptism and Christian baptism (p. 99) and continues to examine early textual interpretations (pp. 113-123) and artistic representations (pp.123-131) of that baptism. Ferguson’s analysis of the Pauline baptism texts concludes by emphasizing the role of the association established in baptism with the death and resurrection of Christ which draw out the themes of forgiveness of sins and new life in the Spirit (p. 164). The book of Acts provides numerous texts to survey which aid in discussing the manner of baptism in the early church. Ferguson concludes that baptism was performed “in Jesus’ name” and was always accompanied by gospel proclamation (p. 185). Further, human response was typically required and a confessed faith was called upon. Thus, Ferguson asserts that paedobaptism should not be inferred from any New Testament text (p. 198).

In Ferguson’s exploration of baptismal practices in the late second and third centuries, he explores the roots of paedobaptism and offers an explanation of its’ origin by appealing to various cases of emergency baptisms of sick children (p. 378-79, 856-57). The primary evidence he cites in favor of this conclusion are Christian inscriptions (often gravestones) which often have a close correlation between a date of baptism and a date of death (p. 372). Although infant baptism is not well-attested as a normal practice in the first centuries, by the fourth century it appears to have emerged as a more routine practice (p. 379, 627).

Although a book of this size and learnedness does not make for light reading, the depth and breadth of detail make it an incredibly useful reference tool for understanding the nature and development of baptism at various stages in early Christian tradition. The book is logically laid out–section divisions by century–with chapters on specific corpora of literature. Most sections conclude with summary remarks, drawing together all the information gleaned in a helpful format. This text will surely find it’s place as the “go to” volume on Christian baptism in earliest Christianity.

You can buy it here.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Review: Cambridge Pitt Minion NLT Reference Bible

Last week, the folks at Cambridge bibles were kind enough to send me a review copy of the recently-released Pitt Minion NLT in beautiful black goatskin leather.  I’ve never actually owned or even had the pleasure of looking through a Cambridge bible, but I’ve read of their almost legendary reputation for being all-around top of the line editions.  After just a few days with one, I can say without reservation, if you are looking for a magnificent compact edition of the NLT you can treasure for years and pass on to your children, look no further…here it is!

Cambridge Pitt Minion NLT

Layout

For those unfamiliar with the Pitt Minion layout, it is a compact bible that fits comfortably in your hand and is reminds me of the bible I often saw on my grandmother’s night stand.  Though this edition is the up-to-date 2007 edition of the NLT, everything about it is beautifully reminiscent of bibles from years past.  Here is how it stacks up in size against the ESV Personal Reference Bible and the NLT Slimline Reference Bible:

NLT Slimline Reference Bible (bottom), ESV Personal Reference Bible (middle), NLT Pitt Minion Bible (top)

Binding

As one would expect from a high-end bible (the list price for the goatskin edition is $129.99 / $93.59 on Amazon), the binding is Smyth-sewn, which allows it to lay flat right out of the box and ensures there will be no worries down the road with pages coming unglued or whole chunks coming loose as the binding becomes brittle.  As you can see, after just one week of moderate use, it lays wonderfully flat, even when opened to Genesis 1.  From this shot you can also see the beautiful art-gilded, red under gold pages–another touch of elegance from years gone by:

Opens flat right out of the box

As if laying flat wasn’t indication enough of the ‘limpness’ of the binding, you can see how it flows beautifully around my hand when held:

Limp binding drapes over the hand

Oh yes, did I mention it was goatskin?  Beautiful and soft to the touch.  Not as supple and smooth as the Premium Calfskin ESV editions that Crossway has published, but certainly soft and pleasing to the hand.

Readability

As a compact bible, the text is small, as you would expect.  The copyright page says the typeface is 6.75 point.  In contrast, the ESV Personal Reference Bible is set in 7.4 point type and the NLT Slimline Reference Bible in 8.0 point type.  That said, even with the smallest typeface of these three comparable editions, the Pitt Minion is by far the clearest and most readable of the three.  Here is a comparison between the NLT Slimline (left) and Pitt Minion NLT (right):

NLT Slimline Reference Bible (left) vs. Pitt Minion NLT (right)

…and here is a comparison between the Pitt Minion NLT (left) and ESV Personal Reference Bible (right):

Pitt Minion NLT (left) vs. ESV Personal Reference Bible (right)

In my opinion, the ESV Personal Reference Bible has a better layout–I’m a huge fan of single column layouts–but the two columns of the Pitt Minion allow for a more compact edition that gives up nothing in overall readability with its smaller but perfectly clear font.  In general I am not a fan of red-letter editions, but it somehow seems appropriate in the Pitt Minion because of its classic feel.  Fortunately, I haven’t seen any type offset between black and red lettering, and the dark red ink is neither too bright nor too pink to allow for easy reading:

Red-lettering is dark, clear, and aligned well

Features

The cross-references and footnotes in this edition are the same as those found in the NLT Study Bible and Holy Bible: Mosaic NLT.  Unfortunately, the Hebrew/Greek word study notes from those editions didn’t make it into the Pitt Minion.  I find those a nice touch to the other editions, as they point out places where impo rtant original language words are used and provide nice, succinct definitions of words that pastors/teachers often emphasize.  The Dictionary/Concordance is the usual 100+ page edition that has thankfully become the standard in recent NLT editions.  It’s more lengthy than that found many other bible editions and is quite helpful if you don’t have a full concordance or electronic search at your fingertips.

One of my favorite features in the Pitt Minion NLT is the maps.  As I’ve confessed before, I’m a complete cartophile, and this edition doesn’t disappoint!  The maps are the same Moody Bible Institute maps found in Crossway’s ESVs but with the added bonus of more than twice as many as Crossway includes.  There are a total of 15 maps, including many that are extremely helpful for OT study, and an eight-page map index.  Fantastic!

Summary

In case you haven’t picked up on the general tenor of this review, I absolutely love Cambridge’s Pitt Minion NLT!  If you’re ok with the small print, I can think of no better quality, compact edition of the NLT that you can enjoy for many years.

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Book Review: The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

By Katherine Howe Hardcover, 384 pages Hyperion Press
June 09, 2009  

This book caught my eye on the New Fiction shelf early this summer but I passed on it at the time because I could barely carry the stack that I was already buying that day.  Recently I passed by it again and couldn’t help but be drawn to its tantalizing cover and unique title.  I immediately scooped it up without bothering to re-read the jacket.

Katherine Howe’s debut novel is about a subject that I’ve always found terrifying and fascinating – the Salem witch trials.  The book is centered around Connie Goodwin, a Harvard grad student struggling to keep her sanity amid gut-wrenching qualifying exams, hounding professors and bottomless dissertation research. 

When she gets a call from her free-spirited, new-age mother asking her to get her late grandmother’s ramshackle house ready to put on the market, Connie reluctantly agrees.  She moves in, planning to spend her summer putting the house in order and doing some much needed research for her dissertation on colonial America.  Early in her stay, Connie stumbles onto a mysterious key, holding a tiny slip of paper bearing the words, Deliverance Dane.

With constant pressure from her advisor, Professor Chilton, to find a new original source for her dissertation, Connie throws herself into a non-stop investigation to learn more about Deliverance Dane, who turns out to be a previously unknown victim of the Salem witch trials,  and the discovery of a centuries-old book that could contain the key to unlocking the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone and the promise of eternal life. 

Soon she comes to realize that a lot more is on the line than her dissertation, and after fellow history buff/romantic interest, Sam Hartley, is stricken with a fatal illness with little hope of recovering, it becomes clear to Connie that finding the book will be a matter of life or death.

 The book is told partially from Connie’s point of view in the early 1990’s, and partially from the perspectives of various players in Salem in the late 17th to early 18th centuries.  The parts in the past bring clues to life as the mystery of the elusive physick book of Deliverance Dane slowly unfolds.  As Connie uncovers the truth about the role of Deliverance and her family during the famed witch hysteria, the more she discovers about her own family history and the magical powers that were passed down through the generations.

 I really liked this book with its illuminating flashes to the past, fast-paced plot and likeable characters.  Howe’s writing style isn’t too flowery or descriptive – it’s to the point and yet descriptive enough to be able to picture yourself in every scene, whether being up to your elbows in a dusty archive or enduring unspeakable horrors in a stinking, overcrowded cell. 

It was easy to sympathize with the characters and the chapters that took place in the 17th centuries were especially interesting to me because they – like Howe’s general perception of the Salem witch trials – were so unlike anything that I had ever read on the topic.  And instead of focusing on how the hysteria was a result of scapegoating social issues in a Puritanical world (where if someone became ill it was because they had sinned), Howe points out that it was much more than that.  These people believed in witchcraft and witches – they genuinely thought that their neighbors were entering into evil pacts with the devil in order to do harm.  It was definitely a refreshing take on a typically one-sided subject.

The only gripe I had was with the Chilton character.  I don’t want to give too much away but his motives and actions throughout the book felt too forced and weren’t quite believable.  But overall, it was a great book and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking for an exciting and entertaining mystery with a historical twist.

On a quick side note, I thought it was interesting that Howe is a descendant of two of the accused Salem witches, Elizabeth Proctor and Elizabeth Howe.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

TUESDAY'S WITH MORRIE

TUESDAY’S WITH MORRIE by MITCH ALBOM   I read this book for the first time about 7 years ago.  From that very first moment, it has remained very close to my heart.  I had never heard of Mitch Albom, let alone Morrie Shwartz, but upon reading this book I became attached.  I write about this now because I have read this book  more than a dozen times since I got it.  Last night, being one of them.  Whenever I begin to feel overwhelmed with life, I revert back to this story.  If you’ve ever met me, or had a conversation with me about this book, you’d know the passion I speak with, when I talk about it.  I cannot stress enough, just how much this book has changed my perspective on life.  I’ve recommended it to several people, some who do not even enjoy reading, but have all come back to me saying it moved them.  Everything that this book is about, has been told many times.  Morrie is not the first to try to instill these beliefs into the lives of many.  However, there’s just something about this book that always gets me.  There is just something about reading this book that speaks louder to me, than anything else trying to convey the same messages.  Anything I write cannot do justify to how amazing I think this book is.  I have yet to meet a person that did not gain anything from reading it.  I don’t want to try to convince anyone of the significance I believe it could have on your life.  Instead I am simply asking you to please - if you’ve got some time, and are looking for something to read, if you are looking for some enlightenment…READ THIS BOOK!  You will not be disappointed. I’ll leave you all with an excerpt from the book – one that has remained my absolute favourite quote since the moment I read it.  I believe it was actually one of my first posts when I started this blog.  Whenever I let life get the best of me, I read this quote over and over, and remember to DETACH. “Learn to detach…Don’t cling to things, because everything is impermanent… But detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate fully. That’s how you are able to leave it… Take any emotion–love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I’m going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them–you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that love entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ‘All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment.” *sigh. I could read this book many times over, and it never ceases to lose it’s meaning.

Where The Wild Things Are (some spoilers)

Where the Wild Things Are is a 2009 film directed by Spike Jonze, written by Jonze and Dave Eggers, and based on Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s book. It stars newcomer Max Records, Catherine Keener, and James Gandolfini, and has a musical score delivered by Karen Orzolek, better known as Karen O, singer for the popular rock band Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

The movie tells the story of Max, a young boy who stumbles into a strange world filled with large and wondrous creatures, and convinces them to make him their king. He then engages in a series of misadventures, finding out along the way the nature of the Wild Things: how they feel, what they like to do, and the responsibilities of the land in which they live. The story of the film is simple on the surface, and its narrative is amorphous and doesn’t drive the film. Instead, Where the Wild Things Are is embroiled in the moment, focusing on whatever spontaneous decision Max and the Wild Things decide to do, and what personal interaction comes from that experience. It’s acceptable to think at first that a film with a narrative built to showcase individual moments rather than drive the story ahead could be a boring, meandering mess. In this case, you’d be wrong. This film has a beautiful story, beautiful not just in how honestly and unflinchingly it captures the emotions of Max and the Wild Things, but for its subtext, for what lives just under the surface of this seemingly inspiring childhood tale.

Max is a character both striking in his simplicity and shocking in his rarity: he’s an actual kid. He isn’t wisecracking beyond belief, he isn’t uber-precocious or cutesy. He’s a kid. He’s completely self-absorbed, concerned only with his own feelings and problems, and he’s angry. He’s angry that nobody pays attention to him. He’s angry that nobody views the concerns in his life as importantly as he does. He’s angry that he’s picked on, angry that he’s ignored, angry that a new man has come into his home and tries to take the place of his dad, angry that nobody takes him, or his anger, seriously. So he acts out in the only way he can, through ferocious outbursts of impotent rage. He builds an igloo out of snow that his sister’s friends break, and in retaliation he ransacks her room, tearing apart a gift that clearly meant a lot to both her and him; his mom brings her new boyfriend (played by Zodiac’s Mark Ruffalo) in the house, and he retaliates by refusing to eat, biting her, and running out of the house, and into the land of the Wild Things.

It’s no surprise to anyone who’s read the book (or probably even those who haven’t) that the Wild Things and their domain isn’t real. It’s made up, a fantasy world for an imaginative kid to sink into. However, its much more than that. It’s a place for Max to vent his frustrations and satiate his ego. He goes into a world filled with imposing monsters who are far stronger and bigger than him, and yet he subjugates them all, exercising his power over them and becoming their leader, and they treat him seriously, reverently much of the time. Since all these characters are parts of Max’s imagination, they represent parts of him; they speak in the same way Max knows to speak, the way everyone else has spoken to and around him. When Max is still in the real world there is a scene in which he viciously berates a fence while playing outside by himself, this same kind of angry, emotionally charged language continues into the land of Wild Things, and exponentially increases, sometimes to dangerous levels. Max’s best friend amongst the Wild Things, Carol, represents Max’s explosive anger at loneliness and life in general, Ira represents his pride in the things he does, Judith represents his sadness, The Goat his need for attention, and so on. As Max gets to see his own impulses acted out by someone else, it teaches him lessons about his behavior, and as the Wild Things lose faith in their king, it teaches Max that he really needs to lighten, worry less about being the center of attention and more about being Max. The Wild Things not only help Max deal with his problems, they teach him things he needs to know about life.

The film is beautifully shot. Spike Jonze, coming from a history in music videos, has the ability to craft interesting visuals down pat. The images in this film are immaculately constructed, both technically and artistically. Many are quite complex, but are always pulled off in an extremely satisfying fashion. The Wild Things themselves are interesting and beautiful, with designs drawn up or approved by Maurice Sendak himself.

The score is equally beautiful. The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s have been one of the hottest bands in rock, on a roll the likes of which most bands have never seen, and Karen O. continues her own stretch of good luck at least with this powerful, original, and most stirring soundtrack. The songs are an unmistakable presence in the film, and the feelings they add to the story already being presented are many and deep. Possibly look for some recognition of this score come awards season.

Perhaps the film is a tad too long. Perhaps one can find complaint in its non-traditional narrative, but nobody can deny how earnest and sincere Spike Jonze’s adaptation of the classic book is, and nobody can deny how effectively it reminds us of the unbearable, yet completely and understandably human, little monsters we all were when we were young.

8/10

Book review: Juan Cole's "Engaging the Muslim World"

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Muhammad Idrees Ahmad, The Electronic Intifada, 19 October 2009

Stereotypes, ignorance and misrepresentation have long pervaded US media coverage of Islam. In his 1981 book Covering Islam, the late Edward Said analyzed these distortions in the light of the relationship between knowledge and power and found that hostile representations are often informed by the particular circumstances of the engagement between the US and the Muslim world and the asymmetry of power between them. Little has improved in the years since, even as the focus on the region has intensified. Many of the misrepresentations that Said observed still abound, but the increased attention since the end of the Cold War, and especially since 11 September 2001, has inflamed suspicions and reinforced resentments making it easier for demagogic politicians to exploit. In his timely and insightful new book, Engaging the Muslim World, University of Michigan professor Juan Cole debunks prevailing myths and presents a set of compelling policy prescriptions that aim to encourage dialogue and defuse hostilities. However, while he convincingly addresses the questions of knowledge, unlike Said, he leaves issues of power largely unexamined.

Few academics attain the kind of status that Juan Cole enjoys today. Cole’s award-winning blog Informed Comment is a necessary daily stop for any serious student of the Middle East; experts frequently defer to his authority. Fluent in several of the region’s languages, Cole culls information from a wide range of sources — regional and international — and presents them in a lively, jargon-free language. In the notoriously conformist US academy, Cole has remained both critical and credible. He has the breadth of knowledge and the incisive wit to demolish propaganda edifices as quickly as they are erected. For his efforts he has weathered a sustained campaign of vilification, and has, on at least one occasion, been denied a well-deserved appointment. Yet, Cole has steadfastly brought his phenomenal erudition to bear on developments in the Middle East, reporting, interpreting, analyzing.

With Engaging the Muslim World, Cole aims to correct the record on recent US encounters with the Muslim world and address the causes of what he calls “Islam Anxiety.” Cole highlights the tendency of popular American discourse to blur differences and homogenize diverse confessional and political entities into a single civilizational threat. He captures this failure to make distinctions in a memorable quote from former presidential candidate Mitt Romney who attributes to Shia and Sunni, to Hizballah, Hamas, al-Qaeda, and the Muslim Brotherhood, a single global jihadist agenda whose ultimate goal is the destruction of the West and the establishment of a global caliphate.

As Cole notes, the caliphate is a Sunni notion, and even among Sunni groups only a fringe is committed to its attainment. Hizballah is a Shia organization and its quarrel is only with Israel. The Sunni Hamas is likewise committed only to the liberation of occupied Palestine; its parent organization, the Muslim Brotherhood, has renounced violence and participates in legitimate electoral politics. The political Islamist disposition of Hamas couldn’t be the reason why it is proscribed by the US; the kindred ideology of the Iraqi Islamic Party hasn’t barred it from allying with the US. Saudi intolerance and abuses of human rights couldn’t be a consequence of Wahhabism, since Wahhabi Qatar manages to be both forward looking and liberal. Islamic fundamentalism does not define Pakistan, where politics is dominated by secular liberal parties. Iran’s recalcitrance is merely a consequence of being repeatedly spurned in its repeated attempts at rapprochement.

Cole steers the conversation away from what Mahmood Mamdani has called “Culture Talk” — i.e., the tendency to seek cultural causes for political effects, especially, the tendency of Western analysts to pathologize political violence and look for its causes in the teachings of Islam. He shows terrorism as a fringe phenomenon, analogous to white supremacist groups in the United States. He makes a distinction between reformist political Islamist organizations and Islamist revolutionaries and advocates engagement with the former as a means of marginalizing the latter. For each of the regions he investigates, Cole describes the concrete historical, economic, social and political circumstances that have shaped its politics. In six chapters Cole presents an excellent overview of the issues that dominate US concerns in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Lebanon and Iran. However, in a curious omission, no chapter is devoted to Palestine even though Cole admits that an equitable solution to the conflict “would resolve 90 percent of America’s problems with the Muslim world.” Also, while Cole is diligent in his debunking of various myths about Islam and Muslims, he fails to investigate their provenance. The neoconservative power structure, with its network of think tanks, foundations, terror experts and publicists, receives only cursory attention.

While Cole rightly notes the absurdity of notions such as “Islamofascism” or “Islamic terrorism” (”the word ‘Islamic’ like ‘Judaic’ merely refers to the ideals of the religion”), his own first chapter is entitled “The struggle for Islamic oil.” US dependence on “Islamic” oil, according to Cole, is one of the major sources of what he calls “Islam Anxiety.” However, he does not explain why Venezuelan oil isn’t a source of Latino Anxiety. Also, as Cole himself notes, of the top five energy suppliers to the US in 2008, only one (Saudi Arabia) is a Muslim country. Could it be that the actual cause of the said anxiety is the vast Islamophobic propaganda operation managed by the likes of Daniel Pipes, David Horowitz, Steve Emerson or Robert Spencer? Cole concedes that it is not the dependence on foreign imports that Americans resent — after all, the US depends on imports for “91 percent of its platinum, 72 percent of its chromium, 76 percent of its cobalt, and 88 percent of its tin.” To explain why dependence on oil would be a cause of “Islam anxiety,” he turns to pop psychology instead. Oil, he argues, is “wrought up with gender and race” because “American men view [their] vehicles as symbols of freedom and masculinity,” and having Arabs and Iranians — “among the more disliked ethnicities” — determine its price is “galling and even perhaps felt as castrating” because they control American sources of “manhood and liberty.”

There is no disputing that oil remains the pre-eminent US interest in the Middle East; it is also at the heart of the longstanding relationship between the United States and Saudi Arabia. As Chalmers Johnson notes in The Sorrows of Empire, US strategic planners consciously tried to avoid the British imperial example and consolidated their position in the region by developing close, friendly relations with the house of Saud. With the exception of Henry Kissinger and Alexander Haig, until the end of the Cold War, every State Department was a proponent of engagement with the Arab states. Neocons to this day deride State Department realists as “Arabists.” Big Oil has been likewise disposed toward friendlier relations with the Arabs — its self-interest demands it. In 1967 it even engaged in diplomatic initiatives to stave off the looming war. Regional wars have always worked to Big Oil’s detriment. The Suez crisis in 1956 created an anti-Western sentiment which affected many oil companies. In 1967 exporters boycotted the US and the Netherlands in support of Israel’s Arab adversaries. Anger at unconditional Western support for Israel precipitated the wave of Arab nationalizations beginning in the early 1970s. In 1973 the October war was followed by the famous Arab embargo. In 2001 even Saudi Arabia for the first time opened its oil for bidding by non-US companies following US silence over atrocities committed by Israel during the second Palestinian intifada.

In short, each one of Big Oil’s setbacks has been the consequence of US support for Israel. This US-Israel special relationship was recognized as a handicap by former CIA director and energy expert John McCone as far back as 1967, Cole shows. After the war, writes Cole, “McCone saw the Johnson administration’s unreserved support for Israel and Israeli expansionism as a profound threat to the position of the United States and its petroleum corporations in the Arab world.”

But if Israel is such a liability, why does the United States continue to support it? This is the fundamental question that Cole unfortunately sidesteps. Domestic political imperatives in the form of pressure from the Israel lobby have ensured unconditional support for Israel, and this has served as the main barrier to US economic interests in the region. Like most analysts on the left, Cole fails to appreciate that commerce is the potential bridge between the US and the resource-rich Middle East. As Grant F. Smith shows in his forthcoming Spy/Trade, the Israel lobby has successfully pre-empted opportunities for trade with bills such as the Iran-Libya Sanctions Act and engendered an environment that is hostile to the region and its people. The effect of the lobby’s relentless demonization of Arabs and Muslims was most evident during the recent Dubai Ports scandal, when a legitimate Middle East business was denied commission after being portrayed as a dangerous terrorist front. These attitudes have alienated the region and robbed US businesses of a vast potential market.

The analysis likewise fails when it comes to the causes of the Iraq war. While Cole admits that former US Vice President Dick Cheney was repeatedly thwarted in the 1990s by the lobby group AIPAC in his attempts to have sanctions against Iraq lifted, he continues to insist that the war was waged for oil. After presenting an uncharacteristically weak critique of John Mearsheimer and Stephen Walt’s argument that the Israel lobby was one of the main reasons why US went to war, Cole avers that Cheney made a “conceptual breakthrough”: “he may have seen that if he pushed for regime change in Iraq and Iran, he could turn AIPAC and the Israel lobbies into allies of oil majors’ plans for investment in Iraq and Iran.” This may well be true, but far from contradicting Mearsheimer and Walt, it confirms their argument since it suggests that absent the lobby, Cheney would have no reason to go to war with Iraq. His only interest was oil — not weapons of mass destruction, human rights, or democracy promotion — and he had no qualms about doing business with Saddam Hussein.

The war-for-oil argument is further weakened by the fact that on at least three occasions, between August 2002 and March 2003, Saddam Hussein had tried to stave off war by offering guaranteed concessions to US companies. (See, among others, Stephen Sniegoski’s The Transparent Cabal, by far the best analysis of the causes of the war.)

With a new US administration being ushered in and the likelihood of change in the air, Cole’s intervention is no doubt timely and significant. Each chapter ends with policy prescriptions that are invariably sound, if overly US-centric. He refutes the racist and bigoted assumptions that underlie American views of the Muslim world, and makes a persuasive case for engagement. In the end, however, relations between the US and the Middle East are not strained because of nebulous notions such as “Islam anxiety,” but power configurations such as the Israel lobby which have an interest in thwarting any such engagement lest it jeopardize the US’s special relationship with Israel. By failing to address these barriers Cole offers prescriptions that have at best ad hoc value. This is an important book — a must read — in so far as it addresses how Americans keep getting the Middle East wrong; it could have been an indispensable book had Cole also questioned why.

Muhammad Idrees Ahmad is the co-founder of PULSE. He can be reached at m.idrees A T gmail D O T com.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans

I am re-reading The Horse Whisperer.  I read it years ago, just after it was first published.  Loved it.  But a very emotional read.  Then saw the movie.  Loved it too.  Robert Redford and Emma Thomson were amazing.  Couldn’t have picked better actors, I think.  Anyway, I’m going to re-read the book and post my thoughts about it.  Reviews don’t always have to be about the newest, up and coming, sometimes the older stories need a bit of boosterism to remind people how great/not great they were.  Stay tuned.  Note — I’m a slow reader with a hectic schedule so it could be a while.  Apologies.

The Project- Day 3

Please read this post to get the background on The Project

See The Project for Day 1, Day 2

Here’s what we ready today with the running total: (R = repeat)

13. Oh No Otis! by Julie E. Frankel

14. Little Bear Brushes His Teeth by Jutta Langreuter and Vera Sobat

15. Slumber Party by Judith Caseley

16. Welcome to Molly’s World – 1944: Growing Up in World War Two America by The American Girls Collection

R. No Jumping On The Bed by Tedd Arnold

17. Hello Cat, You Need a Hat by Rita Golden Gelman

18. All Aboard! A True Train Story by Susan Kuklin

I am still reading the books listed on Day 1, but I also began (and continued) the following books:

5. A Return to Love by Marianne Williamson (I attended a conference where she spoke today and it was absolutely AMAZING! I will share what I learned soon in a post. On the way home, I stopped at the library to get some of her books. I started A Return to Love tonight and it is excellent!)

6. Ghandi on Non-Violence: A Selection from the Writings of Mahatma Ghandi edited by Thomas Merton I’m really enjoying this book, Thomas Merton gives an excellent introduction that is very profound and moving. He states that violence is a result of the inability to express ourselves through loving communication. When we reach a point of not being able to communicate what we think, feel or believe, then we turn to violence.

Book Review: Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type

Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type by Doreen Cronin is a silly story that demonstrates the power of being able to express yourself in words through print. The cows find an old typewriter in the barn and begin using it to make demands for themselves and the chickens, even going on strike when Farmer Brown refuses to refill their requests.

Kyah (7) and Parker (5) both thoroughly enjoyed this book, so much so that we read it twice in a row. The second time they sounded out many of the words themselves.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

JULI & JULIA

I LOVE JULIE & JULIA!!!! I came from a seminar this morning for Catering Business then I saw Julie & Julia at the MOA! I LOVE IT!!! Meryll Streep and Amy Adams are fascinating to see again on the big screen. ‘LOVE Meryl Streep and Amy Ad…ams gave such another acting revelation. It was very entertaining indeed. It reminds you of doing things what you love most doing no matter how difficult the task may seem. The secret is you have to enjoy it! Go ahead, INDULGE in this movie with your friends, husbands, wives, partners and your loved ones. Have dinner with them later or better yet, COOK dinner for them =) I myself will also be in another adventure, this time together with my mom and dad. I think I will pursue my COOKING CAREER soon! Le Cordon Bleu?! Why not!!!

Now I need to finish up reading “My Life in France” by Julia Child with Alex Prudhomme. I’m up for another challenge =)

Weasel Words

Wow, what a great book. I finished Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert and I know this book will be one of my multiples. I wanted to hurry up and finish it so I could read it again. It’s not often I read a book that makes me stop and take notes in the middle of a chapter, unless it’s a software manual or class assignment.

This book has three sections and each one focuses on a separate life area. The first section is Eat. She’s just coming out of a bad divorce and runs away to Italy to heal. Healing takes many forms but for the first part of her story, it means food. Pasta, seafood, everything you can imagine in a wonderful tour of Italy.

The second portion of her journey is spiritual. Elizabeth goes to an Ashram in India to study meditation. I’ve really considered meditation as a real spiritual exercise. My first impression was of cartoon swami’s chanting phrases, in serious need of consonants and clothes.

The author presents meditation as the second part of communicating with God. Prayer is talking to God and I’m pretty good at this part. Meditation is listening to God and I could use some serious work here. That’s one of the times I stopped to take notes and I was kind of embarrassed that I was learning elements of prayer from a humorous travel narrative. No matter, learning takes place in many places and at any time, so pajama time in my favorite chair works as well as class or church.

The final part of the story is about love. She travels to Bali to find balance and also finds love. This was a very sweet story but not as interesting to me as the first two sections. In fact, the best part of the story took place in Rome during a café conversation. One of the residents tells her that to really know yourself; you need to know your word.

This idea is that everyone and every place as a single word that describes them. Not a phrase, not a mission statement or marketing jingle, but a single word that sums up your primary nature. The local said that Rome’s word is ‘sex’ and another city, (I think it was Sicily), is ‘fight’. I’m not familiar with Rome but I’ve watched a lot of old movies with Italian men in scandalous shorts and busty women in draped fabric that hide a world of lusciousness, and/or architecture. I’m thinking of all the gladiator movies of the 1950’s and anything with Jane Mansfield or Gina Lollabrigida.

This got me thinking about what my word would be. It’s tougher than it sounds to identify a single word that captures the truest essence of who you are. Thinking of the word for my friends or family was easier. My daughter’s word is ‘bold’; my husband’s is ‘big’ or maybe ‘loyal’. I’m still thinking about that one.  

My big challenge was figuring out what my own word would be. I ran through several options but ‘fabulous’ just seemed too generic and ‘superstar’ was maybe just a smidge too much. There were some more restrained candidates; I thought of ‘curious’ because I’m always wanting to find out about things, but then I thought that instead of being a verb, it could be interpreted as ‘hmmm, isn’t she, you know, curious’?

Like, you know, odd.  

I sure wouldn’t want to give anyone ideas with a word like that so I won’t use it. There were others;

  • Spiritual (nope, too crystals and chakra cleansing sounding for me)
  • Feminine (have you seen my shoulders? The NFL is flir-texting me)
  • Computer Goddess or Chihuahua Queen (both disqualified for being two words)

My final candidate is ‘creative’. It’s simple but I think it sums up a lot of my personality. Creative can include my, (love affair is too strong a description but career with benefits might fit), with computers. It can also include my writing, my wardrobe, my crafts and my approach to cooking. Yes, cooking; figuring out how to turn burned toast into croutons or OMG-that’s-strong coffee leftovers into a fertilizer for hydrangeas takes some creativity.

Until I decide otherwise, my word is ‘creative’. I’m open to other suggestions so you’re free to send in your candidates. More importantly, I’m giving you an assignment. I want you to think about your word. What is it? What single word sums up you? Are you smart, brave, or shy? How about strong, or edgy, or serene?  I would really like to know.

Confessions of a Reader: Telling it Like it Is

Note: Be sure to grab this new button if you’d like to participate! It’s time for Confessions of a Reader! You can read more about the idea here, but here it is in a nutshell:
  1. Whenever you have something you want to share, just spill it (you know you want to). Just create a post of your own, grab the button thingy above and then add your post link to Mister Linky below.
  2. I will be here every Saturday, but you need not commit to a weekly post. Post when you have something to share.
  3. Posts can be rants about something you are reading, or a deep, dark secret. All I ask is that the post relates to reading or blog reading in some way. If you want to piggy-back off of what I post, then that’s okay too.
  4. Posts can be as short or as long as you like and can include more than one topic.
  5. The goal is to get to know one another better.

Here’s mine:

Here’s my deep, dark secret…I’m not shy. Those that know me personally are laughing right now. Okay, I’ll admit that if there is something to be said, it will usually be said by me.  I don’t have a problem with conflict and I can discuss almost anything in a respectful way. The same can be said for the reviews I write. When I read a book and consequently write the review, I pretty much tell it like it is. Or so I thought.

When I updated my blog recently, I went through the process of transferring posts over and as I was doing so, I re-read a few of the reviews that I had written for books that were so-so, or just flat-out bad. You know what? The reviews that I posted, the ones that made me cringe a bit when I hit the publish button, were not that bad. Meaning… that I had somehow made the book look good! How did that happen?

Some of it was due to me trying to inject humor where there was none.

Some of what I was saying was said between the lines so if you didn’t know me that well, you probably missed my “I’m rolling my eyes” sarcasm.

Whatever the reason, it was not intentional. Have you ever done this? Written what you thought was a scathing review and then realized later, without even knowing it, that you caved and wrote a somewhat decent review of a book you really thought sucked? Luckily for me, I haven’t read too many horrible books since I began blogging but I am going to pay special attention to this in the future and try to accurately capture how I feel at that moment. I certainly don’t want anyone to think that I liked a book that I didn’t.

If you’d like to include your own confession, click on Mister Linky, enter your blog name and the permalink to your post. Or, if you aren’t quite ready to post your own confession then comments are fine too.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Book Review: Dirty Little Secrets: why buyer's can buy and seller's can't sell and what you can do about it

Change is difficult for most of us and especially difficult for an organization full of individuals.  Some of us resist, others encourage, others sabotage.  If we want our organization to get change right, we’ve got to involve everyone who will be affected by the change and allow them to prepare themselves, their departments, and the organization’s systems to handle the change in an orderly manner–or everything turns to chaos, and if chaos is an anticipated result, we simply won’t institute the change no matter how potentially beneficial that change may be.

Buying creates change. 

Whether purchasing a new product, replacing an existing vendor, or instituting a new program or service, when your prospects contemplate purchasing your products or services, they and their organizations are going to undergo significant change.  Often that change never happens (that is, you don’t make a sale), not because your product or service doesn’t solve a real issue they have or because it won’t improve their sales or because it won’t improve productivity or reduce expenses.  In fact, a great deal of the time purchases of products and services that have these very positive results are not made because the company can’t handle the change—yep, even  extremely positive change—the product or service will create.

What does this mean for sellers?  It means the way we sell is all wrong—or at least the way we deal with the concept of selling is all wrong.

Sharon Drew Morgen in Dirty Little Secrets: why buyer’s can’t buy and sellers can’t sell and what you can do about it (Morgen Publishing: 2009) changes the whole concept of the sales process.  We sellers have been taught that we find a suspect, qualify them as a prospect, connect with them, identify a problem or issue, develop a solution, close the sale.  Morgen says that this vision of selling is all wrong because it doesn’t take into consideration the change management issues that must be dealt with before our prospects can commit to making the purchase.

According to Morgen, when our prospects disappear—when they say “I’ll get back to you” and never do, where they’ve gone is to deal with all of the behind the scenes issues they must deal with prior to making the commitment to purchase.  Why do most of them never get back to you?  Morgen says because they have not been able to get the people or the systems within the company in alignment to make the purchase.  Worse, all of this change management stuff is stuff that we as sellers have little knowledge or understanding of.

If all of this change management must take place before we can consummate a sale and it’s all out of our hands, is there anything we can do to either speed up the process or help the organization manage the change? 

Yes, Morgen says, we can help facilitate the change by engaging the company—our buyer—with the Buying Facilitation method.  This method, whose primary tool is Facilitative Questions, helps get all the necessary players within the company on board and leads them through thinking through the changes necessary to make the purchase possible.

Sound mysterious?  This isn’t rocket science but it’s a far cry from light reading.  Fortunately, Morgen makes it easier to understand by dividing the book into three sections. 

The first section lays out the change management issue from the buyer’s perspective.  She gives us insight into the changes a purchase necessitates—from its impact on individuals to company politics to systems.  She gives a great example of what a buyer must go through when making a simple purchase of a couple of extra dining room chairs (I’ll leave it to you find out on your own by reading the book why it’s so difficult to sell a couple of chairs).   

Section two goes through the process from the seller’s point of view, demonstrating where our traditional sales process has left us and our prospects high and dry.

And the third section details the Buying Facilitation method skills.  Buying Facilitation is about change management, not selling.  It is the precursor to selling, not a replacement for it.  It involves its own set of skills that don’t replace your selling skills but instead allow eventually using those selling skills more effectively and closing more sales.

If you really want to begin to understand why your closing ratio is so low, if you really want to know why those prospects never get back to you, if you really want to know what your selling process is missing, read Dirty Little Secrets.

Available at Amazon or Dirty Little Secrets Book

Book review:Life Class

In Pat Barker’s latest novel she returns to the horror of WWI, the setting of her highly acclaimed Regeneration trilogy. The title could refer to the lessons of life, but the opening scene takes us to a life class at the Slade School of Art in 1914, where, we’re told, “the atmosphere was not unlike a men’s club.” But this is not because there are no women at all at the Slade: in fact the majority of the students were female. “Even the Slade, scandalousy modern in most respects, segregated the sexes when the naked human body was on display.”

The novel follows a trio of art students and their preoccupations with love and lust, which pale to insignificance as the momentum of war gathers pace. Paul and Kit both volunteer for Red Cross duty at the front, and process their experiences into their painting, whereas in contrast, Elinor joins the circle around Lady Ottoline Morrell, society hostess to pacifists, conscientious objectors and the Bloomsbury Group, and refuses to allow war any place in artistic endeavour. There are further real-life characters: Augustus John for example, or Professor Henry Tonks, notorious for his abruptness and sarcasm. Tonks is symbolic of the main interest of this fascinating novel: the question of the relationship between art and life, as he himself straddled the worlds of art and medicine. He trained as a surgeon, mainly to please his parents, then followed his own ambition by becoming an artist. From 1916 to 1918 he worked for Sir Harold Gillies, the man generally considered to be the father of plastic surgery. Gillies insisted on the need for a facial injury ward at the Royal Military Hospital: the trenches of WWI may have protected soldiers’ bodies to some extent but left their heads exposed to sniper fire. While I was surfing the net for information about the figures portrayed, I found the website of an Australian sculptor that gives an intriguing insight into the interface between art and plastic surgery.  And the question of aesthetics is raised amongst the fictional artists: How much horror can or should be shown? Is horrific injury, gangrene, pain and suffering a suitable subject for art? Does that turn into propaganda?

Christopher Nevinson:Machine Gun (1915)

When asked what she would paint if her brother were killed, Elinor maintains that she wouldn’t paint the monster that killed him, but the things he loved, the countryside, home, the memories of his life, not the agent of his death. But isn’t that just looking on art as decoration? Pat Barker says in an interview that her fictional characters are entirely her own creation, but naturally there are real-life models: Christopher Nevinson or  perhaps Dora Carrington.

Dora Carrington: Farm at Watendlath

All in all, this was an immensely satisfying piece of writing, which combines learning with the pleasures of a good read.

Book Review: Green; Book Zero, The Beginning And The End by Ted Dekker

Green by Ted Dekker

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Green is the last and the first of a series. One can begin the series with it, or end the series with it.
It is a sort of Christian science fiction. It is almost Narnia for adults.
The story line is good. It hooks the reader and keeps them interested. The only problem is that it takes a while of reading before one truly begins to understand the story line.
Presenting the reader with pictures of sin, Satan, Christ, redemption and forgiveness, as well as the all-too-well-known struggle of good against evil, Green is a book that is saturated with Biblical themes.
Having never read a Dekker book before, I did not know what to expect. I was surprised by the ability to write that Dekker has. The book is superb in almost every aspect. It is a book that I did not want to put down.
I have awarded it four stars because one should be initiated into the plot a little sooner than he is.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Keller and VanTil

About a year ago, I posted something on my old blog about Tim Keller’s book The Reason for God.  I mentioned that I’d read it and found some helpful things, but overall I could not recommend it.  I also mentioned a review published in the OPC magazine New Horizons.  Someone recently drew my attention to another OPC review.  William Dennison reviewed it for Ordained Servant and then later his review was republished in the Banner of Truth.  It’s also available on the Banner of Truth website.

Extreme Frugality - Are You Willing to Go The Distance?

I like to bring a book or magazine into bed, where I can actually read without worrying that, “I should be doing this” or “I should be doing that.” Sometimes I read way into the night, other times just a page or two’ll do me.

Last night I grabbed my well worn copy of Amy Dacyczyn’s The Complete Tightwad Gazette for a little night time inspiration. Although I’ve owned this books for years and feel like I have it memorized, it had been awhile since I’d delved in.

In the introduction, Dacyczyn responds those who criticize her frugal methods as too extreme:

“This seems as good a place as any to respond to the common criticism that my ideas are too extreme. The very purpose of a newsletter is to meet a need that is not met by the mainstream media. Traditional financial advice and consumer writers offer safe, halfway advice: They’ll tell you how to feed a family of four for $84 per week (when it can be done for half that amount). The same writers will tell you it’s becoming increasingly difficult, if not impossible, for families to make ends meet. In fact by adhering to the ’safe’ advice, many families would not make ends meet. The Tightwad Gazette came about as a reaction to this traditional viewpoint, because I knew that people could achieve the ‘impossible’ with a little discipline, a little creativity, and a willingness to to do things that mainstream thinkers deem extreme.”

Too extreme? Isn’t that like ice cream being too smooth and creamy?

My frugality has been mostly well received, but there are those who complain that I’ve gone over the edge. This bothers me not one whit, as I am quite comfortable and confident with my methods of madness. And I completely agree with her assessment of mainstream media. If I read the tired advice of skip that morning latte one more time, I just might have to drown myself in a double shot soy venti hazelnut vanilla cinnamon white mocha!

An example of the degree to which I’m willing to go in the name of frugality happened just today. I was helping my mother clean out two of her rental cottages between tenants and was able to fill a grocery bag with the stuff that people had left behind.

I brought home:

  • Half a bottle of corn oil
  • A mostly full carton of milk
  • A small bag of almonds
  • A stick-and-a-half of butter
  • A never opened bag of tortilla chips
  • A never opened jar of salsa
  • A half empty bottle of barbeque sauce
  • An almost full bottle of shampoo
  • A box of tooth whitening strips
  • A bag of parmesan cheese
  • An onion
  • Half a box of linguine
  • Half a bulb of garlic
  • A wide mouth canning jar with lid

There are some who would say that scrounging for food is way too extreme for them. But I feel totally comfortable and completely non-paranoid about this activity.

Frugality is about saving money on the things that don’t matter so the money is available for the things that do.

I have a goal to get all my money-pit-of-a-house debt paid off as soon as possible. And this means both making extra money, as well as looking for every opportunity where I can shave a little bit from my spending.

Extreme? Maybe so, but without extremity I would be working full time and probably living paycheck-to-paycheck.

Are you willing to make some extreme decisions to support the life you want to live? Please share your thoughts in the comments section below.

Katy Wolk-Stanley

“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”

Review: "A Prayer to Our Father" by Nehemia Gordon and Keith Johnson

A couple of weeks ago I received a copy of Nehemia Gordon and Keith Johnson’s new book, A Prayer To Our Father for review.  The book is a joint Jewish/Christian study of the Avinue (lit. “Our Father”), the Lord’s Prayer.  Nehemia plays the part of the Jewish theology geek from Israel, and Keith plays the part of the Christian pastor-jock from Minneapolis, an odd couple that struck up a friendship when Nehemia met Keith while giving tour guides in Israel.  Nehemia’s tutorship in ancient Hebrew eventually turned to his suggestion that they launch into a deep study of the Hebrew version of the Gospel of Matthew

The Gospel of Matthew as we read it today in English is based on Greek manuscripts, often hundreds of years removed from original authorship.  The Gospel texts were passed around under various names for several hundred years, in varying formats, until they settled into standardized texts under the currently assumed names we read today.  By the time we have fully standardized Greek manuscripts of a Gospel, it has been redacted unknowable numbers of times and is at the very least changed by translation.  Any linguist will attest that translating is always tinged by agenda, even if unknowingly, and no translation will perfectly match it’s original source in meaning.  Because of this confusion (as well as the early Church references to Matthew originally being written in Hebrew, not Greek or Aramaic), Keith and Nehemia sought the oldest manuscripts of the Hebrew Matthew, and produced this book specifically on the Avinue prayer from Matthew chapter 5.

This is the Avinue, the Lord’s Prayer, as they translate it to English from Hebrew Matthew.  Notice the differences with the standard English versions translated from Greek:

Our Father in Heaven

May your name be sanctified

May your kingdom be blessed

Your will shall be done in heaven and on earth

Give us our bread continually/daily

Forigive us the debt of our sins as we forgive the debt of those who sin against us

Do not bring us into the hands of a test

And protect us from all evil

Amen

Pros

They consistently took pop-shots at common Chrisitan myths, such as the idea that it was revolutionary for a Jew to refer to God as “Abba/Father.”  That was an eye opener for me.  It was embarrassing, really, to see how many places the Scriptures reffered to God as “Avi,” the Hebrew equivalent of the Aramaic abba.  Even Genesis, a book put together five hundred years before Christ, names the forth person of all time as Avi’el (lit. “Father, god” or Abel in English).

The Hebrew refresher was much appriated throughout, as I have not studied Hebrew in a year.  It was good to feel the linguistic geek in me resurface.

Oh, and they decide on the age old debate of how the name of God, YHWY, is supposed to be pronounced (in case you ask, they settle on “Yehovah”), although I’m not sure if such a debatable claim being settled with such immediate certainty is a good thing or not for credibility.

But seriously, the book could serve as a great introduction to basic Biblical linguistics and criticism.  And Biblical criticism is something that I think more Christians ought to be exposed to, with all the usurping questions that scholarship can create to question, twist, do violence to, and recreate a faith.

Cons

Even while only coming to a grand total of 172 pages, the book felt stretched.  The duo’s search for the place where Christ most likely gave the sermon on the mount took up nearly a third of the book.  And they came to a conclusion all right (at the expected last of 8 failed treks described in detail, I might add), but when you are on detailed-trek 3 of 8 and you know which one they will decide is the right one, do you really want to keep reading?  There was lots of this stretching of the material, and I’m pretty sure I could have gotten half the book’s content with Google search (although the Jew-sight was appreciated).

The duo also consistently refer to a gospel that a disciple named Matthew wrote, and that irritated me in a way.  There was not even a hint of doubt cast on Matthew’s authorship, the fact that a semi-stable and consistent version of Matthew didn’t exist for a couple hundred years after supposed authorship, or the fact that we cannot verify original authorship’s language anyways aside from a few references from 3rd century church fathers who could be notoriously sloppy with their side references to history.  For a book on the Hebrew Matthew, I was expecting at least a little scholarship on the authorship of Matthew, a solid reasoning to believe the original source was Hebrew, or even a defense of the idea that a disciple named “Matthew” wrote the piece.  Alas, given the surprising lack of scholarly evidence that Jesus himself existed, maybe we can let Matthew slide.  Still, if you are going to write a biblical examination, at least prove to me that what you are writing on is legit if you claim the establishment has it wrong on the source.

Suspending disbelief is great for a church service, but if you are writing a book on ancient Hebrew manuscripts, of which we have no originals, I would prefer you acknowledge the whole thing could easily be a fraud and give defense, if only for the sake of being intellectually honest.

A quick warning: if you believe the Bible as we have it today is exactly the same as some original manuscript actually written by a guy the book is named after, be forewarned that Nehemia and Keith will make light work of this view in a mere side note in the opening pages.  You should probably stay away from this book (or any Jewish thought on Scripture… or scholarship in general for that matter)

In the end, it’s a quick and easy read.  You pick up lots of Hebrew and the authors bring a skimmed scholarship to the highschool level.  Though I would suggest this book to anyone familiar with the history of Jewish belief on the Bible, if you haven’t read any Jewish perspective, scholarship, language, or philosophy before, this could be a great place to start.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Review: West Nile Diary, by Kathleen Gibson

West Nile Diary: One Couple’s Triumph Over a Deadly Disease

by Kathleen Gibson (BPS Books, 2009)

Bugs are an unwelcome but expected part of a picnic. The mosquito that bit Rick Gibson in August 2007 gave something back: West Nile neurological disease.

West Nile Diary is the story of Rick and Kathleen Gibson’s battle to recover from what Kathleen calls “the pirates of West Nile.” Like a pirate attack, the disease hit without warning, plundered their lives and left them facing a difficult and uncertain future.

Kathleen tells their story through journal entries, emails and her newspaper column, “Sunny Side Up.” It’s a frank, personal account that left me not only cheering for the Gibsons but feeling like I now know Kathleen much better than our passing acquaintance would suggest.

The book is non-fiction but it reads like a novel, complete with escalating tension and reversals. It’s done without chapter breaks, each entry two pages at the most, and I stayed awake way too late reading “just one more.”

It’s a story of illness and the struggle to regain independent life, but it’s not a “downer.” Certain sections had me blinking back tears, but others made me laugh. Kathleen’s informal and personal writing style made it feel like she was telling me the story one-on-one.

According to the CBC website, “In Canada, 42 people have died from the virus since 2002.” The same article adds, “In 2008, the Public Health Agency of Canada said the number of human cases totalled 38.” That’s down from 2,401 in 2007 and 6 in the first 37 weeks of 2009. Let’s hope it stays down.

Only one in 50 cases will develop into meningitis or encephalitis like Rick’s. Most readers will be the lucky ones who escape West Nile entirely. But we’ll all experience serious illness—either as the victim, the caregiver, or the supportive friend or loved one.

West Nile Diary lets us walk in the footsteps of one couple’s journey and although our own may be very different there are similarities for which we can prepare.

For all the good medical staff, there will be some clashes. Some good friends will fade out of our lives; others will amaze us with their care. We’ll develop new friendships with fellow travellers. Life will change. We’ll have no guarantee of the future. If we make it through, re-entry to “the real world” will be surprisingly scary, and the caregiver will find it hard to let the healing person become independent.

What made the difference every day for the Gibsons was their relationship with God. Kathleen prayed each day for “strength for today and hope for tomorrow.” God always said “yes” to that prayer. As well as restoring much of Rick’s health, He drew the couple into caring relationships with people they’d never have otherwise met.

Kathleen says, “I’ve learned three things in my journey down the West Nile with Rick and the pirates: God is a lot stronger than I thought he was, I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was, and God can do exquisite things with broken circumstances.” p. iix

To learn more about Canadian author Kathleen Gibson, visit her website. And be sure to check out her “Sunny Side Up” column. Kathleen is also the winner of Word Alive Press’ 2009 non-fiction contest for her book, Practice by Practice: The Art of Everyday Faith. Publication date has not yet been announced, but I hope it’s soon.

In closing, as Kathleen says in West Nile Diary, “PS. Wear repellent.”

'Hobson: Governor of New Zealand 1840-1842' by Paul Moon

1998,  307p

If you ask a Melbournian about William Hobson, most of us would mutter something about Hobson’s Bay or the Hobson’s Bay City Council.  I hadn’t really thought about who ‘Hobson’ was: I assumed that he was an old sea-dog living down somewhere around Williamstown, and when I thought hard about it, I wasn’t even really sure if I knew where Hobson’s Bay was.  “Somewhere in Port Phillip Bay” I would airily gesture- thereby setting my Uncle Peter’s teeth on edge over the tautological use of  Port and Phillip and Bay in the same phrase.  (”It’s Port Phillip, Janine, – the Port named after Governor Phillip; not Port Phillip Bay”)

Speaking of which, Governor Arthur Phillip was born on this day 1738.

Back to Hobson’s Bay.  It is the bay immediately at the mouth of the Yarra River, with Williamstown on its west shore and Port Melbourne and Middle Park round to the east.  And Hobson, for whom it is named, was not a long-term Melbourne resident but instead spent a three-month stint between September and December 1836 surveying and charting the coastline of Port Phillip, returning to Sydney before a second brief trip accompanying Governor Bourke for an official visit and exploratory expedition in March 1837.  Hobson  was impressed with Port Phillip and was already dreaming of the fortune that could be made there.  In his letters to his wife he expressed hopes of perhaps being appointed Governor there in the future.  That didn’t happen.  Instead, he was sent off to New Zealand to investigate conflict there and on the basis of the report he submitted to the Colonial Office, he was appointed Consul to New Zealand in August 1839.  There seems to have been some slippage in the terminology of Consul/Lieutenant Governor/ Governor that probably signalled much about precedence and status at the time, but which is less significant to us now.  After meeting with the recently-appointed Governor Gipps in Sydney in December 1839, he sailed off to New Zealand arriving 29th January 1840 and was not to leave the country again before his death in 1842.  He didn’t muck around when he arrived: the first copy of the  Treaty of Waitangi was signed  on 6th February, just over a week after his arrival.

Which is, of course, where my interest comes in.  On the flight over to New Zealand, I read a review of Paul Moon’s latest book The Edges of Empire: New Zealand in the mid-Nineteenth Century.  I hadn’t heard of Paul Moon- not that that necessarily means anything- but I had heard of Cynthia Orange and other historians who have written about the Treaty of Waitangi.  From his Wikipedia entry, he seems to be a prolific and at times controversial historian from Auckland University of Technology- perhaps an unusual location for an academic historian?

Certainly in his preface he distances himself from other historians, their methodology and their debates.

In preparing this biography, I have cautiously avoided trying to make the subject conform to a particular theme or line of argument, and any themes that do arise tend to be incidental…Consequently, many of the episodes in this work have been retraced in the way that they unfolded for Hobson at the time, rather than with the didactic and ’superior’ sort of hindsight that necessarily distorts as it attempts to simplify and clarify. (p12)

This rather sanctimonious approach does not serve him well.  In his eschewal of historiography and debate, he relies heavily on fairly lengthy slabs of official correspondence and primary sources predominantly from the New Zealand end.  The Colonial Office is depicted as a lumbering, compromised body ‘over there’- a simplistic approach which overlooks the contested nature of lobbying politics and party machinations so well described by Adams in Fatal Necessity and Zoe Laidlaw’s analysis of the Aborigines Select Committee that lay behind much of the Colonial Office approach to indigenous affairs right across the empire.   Moon does, despite his protestations, engage with historical debates, most particularly over the Treaty of Waitangi, but does not extend what I conceive to be the courtesy of naming the historians or their arguments-  instead prefacing his own sallies with “It has been suggested that…“  It’s also striking how few recent references he cites in his bibliography: there is a heavy reliance on works from the early 20th century or the 1960s.  He critiques Paul Scholefield’s ‘hagiographical’ and ‘apologetic’ (p. 12) treatment of Hobson in 1934, but doesn’t take up any of his points in detail beyond this blanket condemnation.

It was this prickliness towards other historians that made me rather distrustful of his own history-writing.  I found myself reading it with a bookmark firmly inserted at the end of each chapter to check his sources, with frequent reference to the bibliography at the back to double-check the date of the reference: an unwieldy and inappropriate format in a history book.  While I was reading it, I found myself frustrated by the elision of primary and secondary sources, but on flipping through to write this review I couldn’t locate the examples that so annoyed me at the time (which does make me wonder about my own reader-response, and what prompted it, at the time).

By concentrating on the time 1840 to 1842, Moon does not pick up on the significance of Hobson’s naval background, a theme explored so well in Greg Dening’s Mr Bligh’s Bad Language and in Jane Samson’s Imperial Benevolence: Making British Authority in the Pacific.   He also skips over the significance of the patronage of Lord Auckland, after whom Hobson named the town he chose as capital city.

However, his approach does shed light on the contest  between the missionaries and the Wakefieldian-influenced land settlement company New Zealand Company, both of which vied for Hobson’s attention and decried his limitations to their patrons back in England.  Add to this the corrosive influence of self-serving and canny civil servants,  plucked from obscurity in Sydney on  Hobson’s way to New Zealand, who were just as avaricious as any land entrepreneurs in London or in Port Nicholson, the rival North Island city settled by the New Zealand Company.  Then, if that’s not enough, overlay this with Hobson’s own evident ill-health, evident even to me 160 years later,  looking at the shaky and at times child-like signature of Hobson’s name on different versions of the Treaty of Waitangi.

References

Peter Adams Fatal Necessity: British Intervention in New Zealand.1977

Greg Dening Mr Bligh’s Bad Language, 1994

Zoe Laidlaw ‘Integrating metropolitian, colonial and imperial histories- the Aborigines Select Committee of 1835-7′ in Tracey Banivanua Mar and Julie Evans Writing Colonial Histories: Comparative Perspectives, University of Melbourne 2002.

Cynthia Orange The Treaty of Waitangi, 1987.

Jane Samson Imperial benevolence: making British Authority in the Pacific 1998.

Paul Scholefield Captain William Hobson: First Governor of New Zealand 1934.