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My Digital Commonplace

The classic commonplace book enabled its creators to store and index excerpts from their readings that they considered noteworthy. I have always admired the impulse that prompted those compilations as well as the dedication and diligence their creators brought to the effort. This is my effort to record and reflect on the best of what I read.

“Lost & Found” by Kathryn Schulz

I have admired and enjoyed Kathryn Schulz’s writing since I read “Being Wrong.” In her books and her New Yorker pieces, she brings insight, depth, warmth, humor and erudition (but never pedantry) to her topics, regardless of how little the topics may seem to invite them (e.g., being wrong, continental fault lines, Thoreau). She brings all those qualities in abundance to the topics of her beloved father’s death and her finding of love in “Lost & Found.” I had the privilege of knowing her father Isaac Schulz—a brilliant lawyer and thinker, an exceptional human being, and a formidable Words with Friends opponent—so her reflections on him as a father and on her grief in losing him were especially moving to me. She manages to weave into these two intensely personal topics larger reflections on the phenomena of finding and losing, and those reflections never seem a diversion, not even the explanation of the derivation of “ampersand.” Most moving to me are her thoughts on how intensely and inevitably love and loss are linked:

Lately I have found this everyday remarkableness almost overwhelming. As I said, I’ve never been much for stoicism, but these last few years, I have been even more susceptible than usual to emotion—or, rather, to one emotion in particular. As far as I know, it has no name in our language, although it is close to what the Portuguese call saudade and the Japanese call mono no aware. It is the feeling of registering, on the basis of some slight exposure, our existential condition: how lovely life is, and how fragile, and how fleeting. Although this feeling is partly a response to our place in the universe, it is not quite the same as awe, because it has much of the everyday in it, and too much sorrow, too. For the same reason, it is also not the feeling the Romantics identified as the sublime—a mingling of admiration and dread, evoked by the vast impersonal grandeur of the physical world. This feeling I am talking about has none of that splendor or terror in it. It is made up, instead of gratitude, longing, and a note I can only call anticipatory grief.


Apropos of Kathryn Schulz, she was featured recently in the “By the Book” column in the New York Times.
Which writers — novelists, playwrights, critics, journalists, poets — working today do you admire most?
Outside of the land of reporting: I admire (among many others) the poets Anne Carson, Louise Glück, Maurice Manning and Ross Gay; the novelists Marilynne Robinson, Colson Whitehead and C. E. Morgan; and those remarkable writers, including Zadie Smith, Francis Spufford and Jesmyn Ward, who are somehow truly excellent at both fiction and nonfiction.

November-December, 2021

I have taken a break from these posts since the end of October to enable me to give some thought to how I might want to modify this blog in the new year. I have not taken a break from reading, though, so here are notes on some of what I have been reading. Best wishes for the holidays and the new year to all my fellow avid readers and bibliophiles.


Jane Hirshfield has been one of my favorite contemporary poets for many years, and Krista Tippett’s “On Being” has long been one of favorite podcasts. In the December 16, 2021 “On Being” podcast, Krista Tippett interviews Jane Hirschfield, so I was especially pleased to hear Hirshfield and Tippett read from the poet’s most recent collection, “The Ledger,” and to hear Hirshfield’s thoughtful commentary. Because Hirshfield is a Zen Buddhist monk, one may be inclined to view her poetry through that lens, but I think doing so leads to a diminished appreciation of its breadth, power and beauty. The podcast is aptly named “The Fullness of Things.”

Another favorite poet—and also Classics scholar, translator and genius (not just because she received a MacArthur award)—is Anne Carson. I recently read her “H of H Playbook.”

My words fail to convey why I find her work—this one included— brilliant for its capturing of Greek myth and drama in an idiom that is not just contemporary but also captivating. “H of H” is Hercules/Herakles, and Carson is “translating” a 5th Century BC play by Euripides. The visual imagery she created for the text heightens the haunting quality of the words. Apropos of the images:

Speaking to poet-critic Stephanie Burt, Carson admitted that at heart she considers herself a visual, not verbal, artist: “I didn’t write very much at all until I guess my twenties because I drew. I just drew pictures, and sometimes wrote on them when I was young, but mostly I was interested in drawing. I never did think of myself as a writer!” Even after several acclaimed volumes, “I don’t know that I do yet. I know that I have to make things. And it’s a convenient form we have in our culture, the book, in which you can make stuff, but it’s becoming less and less satisfying. And I’ve never felt that it exhausts any idea I’ve had.”

I am reading “Love” by Roddy Doyle. I had heard Doyle read his story “Life Without Children” on the New Yorker’s “The Writer’s Voice” podcast. a while ago and thought he wonderfully captured, with humor and compassion, what was going on in the life and mind of the narrator, an aging man on a business trip during the pandemic. Doyle brings the same qualities, and sustains them, in his most recent novel “Love.” Two men in late middle age who had been great friends in their twenties catch up over pints as one tries to convey to the other what he is going through in his marriage and life, and the other’s sympathies are tried. Doyle has the great skill of combing humor with deep sentiment. One of them recalls when they had first started going to pubs as young men:

I could feel myself melting – it was good – flowing slowly into the noise, the accents, the jokes, the stories, the geography. Listening. Hoping someone would say something to me. Male, female a way in. The start. It was why we’d been coming into town. To make the break. To live up, somehow, to the music we loved, the books we read. To walk streets instead of roads, cross a real river, sit in the pubs that Behan and Flann O’Brien had sat in, find the women who’d see, who’d understand, who’d hold us, who’d do things to us. Who’d come up to us and start it. Let us in. Let us soar.

Jill Lepore

New Yorker: “The Lessons of ‘The Lorax’” by Jill Lepore
I do not read much history, but I am glad I made an exception a few years ago for “These Truths” by the brilliant and amazingly prolific Jill Lepore. Since then, I read whatever she writes. In this New Yorker piece, she delves into the current craze for banning books.

The book-ban battle isn’t about to end anytime soon. And it’s a battle that conservatives will win if progressives agree with them about the righteousness of banning books, disagreeing only on which books to ban.

Moyra Davey, “Index Cards”
I had been unaware of photographer and writer Moyra Davey until I read praise (I do not recall where) for her book “Index Cards,” which may be called a collection of essays or a memoir, but defies categorization. The praise is well deserved.

I spend most of my time trolling through a half a dozen or so books, all the while imagining there’s another one out there I should be reading instead, if I could only just put my finger on it. Often I find the spark where I least expect it, in a book I may have been reading casually, lazily, wondering why I am even bothering to read it. Sometimes I persist with a book, even just through inertia, and it can happen that the writing will suddenly open itself up to me. (p.2)

Her unusual combination of talents is captured in a 2020 article about, and interview with, her in the New York Times by Janique Vigier, “An Artist Who Delights in the Minor Key.”

NYT “By the Book” featuring Claire Tomalin
What moves you most in a work of literature? Good writing moves the reader — finding that someone has been able to put words together in a way that is exact, involving, sometimes surprising, always informative.Good writing moves me — I remember the wonderful shock of Alice Munro’s early stories, which shone out like a new dawn.

NYT “By the Book” featuring Diana Gabaldon
What’s the last great book you read? Saeed Jones’s “How We Fight for Our Lives.”

NYT “By the Book” featuring Ian Frazier
What’s the last great book you read?
I just reread “Labyrinths,” by Jorge Luis Borges, whose essays are like humor pieces, only more brilliant, and beyond funny. Some are about heresies and heresiarchs. I like the word “heresiarch.” It’s a good job description, maybe even for a humorist.


“A Swim in the Pond in the Rain” by George Saunders: I had begun reading this book early in the year. In each chapter, Saunders presents a much loved Russian short story (by Chekhov, Turgenev, Tolstoy and Gogol) and then explores and explains the story from a writer’s perspective. He does so in a way that is non-academic and engaging. Each chapter heightened my appreciation for the story’s author and for Saunders. I went back recently to read the chapter on “The Nose” by Gogol, and my enjoyment and appreciation continued.

What does it mean that all of this now, sort of, is? It means that language can make worlds that don’t and could never exist. Reading Gogol, it may occur to us that this is what our mind is doing all the time: making, with words, a world that doesn’t, quite, exist. Language is a meaning approximator that sometimes gets too big for its britches and deceives us, intentionally (someone with an agenda twists language to urge us into action) or unintentionally (with an idea in mind, we build an earnest case, seeking the language to make our idea seem true, unaware that, too fond of our idea, we’re stretching the thin fabric of language over untrue places in our argument).

Politics and Society

Apropos of Krista Tippett and “On Being,” a recent podcast featured her interview of Bryan Stevenson, the founder and Executive Director of the Equal Justice Initiative and Professor at the New York University School of Law and author of “Just Mercy.”

But I do think it’s important that we stay hopeful about our capacity to overcome that bigotry. And I am persuaded that hopelessness is the enemy of justice; that if we allow ourselves to become hopeless, we become part of the problem. I think you’re either hopeful, or you’re the problem. There’s no neutral place. Injustice prevails where hopelessness persists. And if I’ve inherited anything from the generation who came before me, I have inherited their wisdom about the necessity of hope.

NYT 11-9-21 “The 1619 Project and the Long Battle Over U.S. History” This article summarizes the history of our battles over historiography and puts our current strife in a large context.

A curious feature of this argument on behalf of the historical record is how ahistorical it is. In privileging “actual fact” over “narrative,” the governor, and many others, seem to proceed from the premise that history is a fixed thing; that somehow, long ago, the nation’s historians identified the relevant set of facts about our past, and it is the job of subsequent generations to simply protect and disseminate them. This conception denies history its own history — the dynamic, contested and frankly pretty thrilling process by which an understanding of the past is formed and reformed. The study of this is known as historiography, and a knowledge of American historiography, in particular the way our historical profession evolved to take fuller account of the role of slavery and racism in our past, is critical to understanding the debates of the past two years.

New Yorker “The Paper Trail” by Masha Gessen. This excellent article about Dmitri Muratov, the Russian journalist who is editor-in-chief of Novaya Gazeta and who recently was awarded, together with Filipina journalist Maria Ressa, the Nobel peace prize, provides an account of Muratov’s amazing career and, in so doing, explores how this bastion of investigative journalism survives in Putin’s Russia.

According to the Nobel committee’s citation, Muratov and Ressa—the C.E.O. and co-founder of Rappler, a digital newspaper in Manila—received the prize “for their efforts to safeguard freedom of expression, which is a precondition for democracy and lasting peace.” Under Muratov’s leadership, Novaya Gazeta has survived for nearly thirty years, longer than virtually any other independent media outlet in Russia.

Watched, Seen and Heard

October 9-29, 2021


In my post for September 13-October 8, 2021, I mentioned how eagerly I was looking forward to reading the new novel “The Magician” by Colm Tóibín, based on the life of Nobel laureate Thomas Mann. I have finished it, and it fulfilled my best expectations. Tóibín deftly interweaves Mann’s extraordinary personal and family life, his novels and essays, and the troubled and turbulent history of Germany, Europe and the United States in the first half of the twentieth century. Throughout World War I, the rise of the Nazis, World War II and the early years of the Cold War, Tóibín portrays Mann ever reexamining his roots in German history and culture and striving to understand how the glories of its literature and music could have coexisted with the germs of the Third Reich.

What he wished to say was, he thought, perhaps too complex to matter in this time of simple polarities. He was insisting that all Germans were to blame; he wished to argue that German culture and the German language contained the seeds of the Nazis, but they also contained the seeds of a new democracy that could be brought into being now, a fully German democracy. For his example, he went to Martin Luther as an incarnation of the German spirit, an exponent of freedom who was also a set of opposites in which each element contained its own undoing. Luther was rational, but his speech could be intemperate. He was a reformer, but his response to the Peasants’ Revolt of 1524 was insane. He had in him all the fury and foolishness that inspired the Nazis, but he also contained a willingness to change, to see reason, to want the sort of progress that might inspire a new Germany

Though the novel describes the genesis of Mann’s major works (e.g., “Buddenbrooks,” “The Magic Mountain” and “Death in Venice”), this is not a literary history, and one need not have read those works to appreciate this novel.

Though George Orwell would probably have rebuffed reverence, I revere him. Fortunately, so does the writer and social activist Rebecca Solnit. In her new book “Orwell’s Roses,” Solnit enables us to view Orwell not only as the prescient, truth-telling, anti-totalitarian author of  “1984” and “Animal Farm,” but also as a man for whom the natural world and the simple joys of life, even during its most horrendous times, were always of essential importance. She quotes a passage from Orwell’s 1946 essay “Why I Write” that she describes as having become a credo for her:

“But I could not do the work of writing a book, or even a long magazine article, if it were not also an aesthetic experience. Anyone who cares to examine my work will see that even when it is downright propaganda it contains much that a full-time politician would consider irrelevant. I am not able, and do not want, completely to abandon the world view that I acquired in childhood. So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.”

Solnit also uses Orwell’s life and his love of gardening as a springboard for discussions of topics to which her pursuit of Orwell led her (e.g., the global trade in flowers and the exploitation of its workers), but these forays always seemed to me to enhance, rather than distract from, the life of Orwell at the book’s core.

Ben Lerner on Sebald in NYRB

I have long had great appreciation for the novelist W.G. Sebald, especially his novel “The Rings of Saturn.” I also admired Ben Lerner‘s novel “The Topeka School.” In a recent article in the New York Review of Books entitled “The Storyteller,” Lerner examines every aspect of Sebald’s distinctive—and in some ways disturbing—blurring of history and fabrication and his theme of memory’s murkiness.

Sebald is a significant writer not because he meant well or had, as [Sebald biographer] Angier describes it, “mirror-touch-synaesthesia-like penetrability.” It’s because his formally innovative fictions enable us to feel the past in the present while also acknowledging the instability of memory. The work poses but does not answer the questions of when empathy shades into appropriation or history into myth or a moral reckoning into the aestheticization of tragedy. Writing is a questionable business.

Politics and Society

Guardian (10/23/21): “Why Is the Idea of ‘Gender’ Provoking Backlash the World Over?” by Judith Butler

In this article, philosopher and gender theorist Judith Butler examines the question why the concept of gender and “gender ideology” have globally become the object of intense hatred.

For this reactionary movement [i.e., the attack on “gender ideology”, the term “gender” attracts, condenses, and electrifies a diverse set of social and economic anxieties produced by increasing economic precarity under neoliberal regimes, intensifying social inequality, and pandemic shutdown. Stoked by fears of infrastructural collapse, anti-migrant anger and, in Europe, the fear of losing the sanctity of the heteronormative family, national identity and white supremacy, many insist that the destructive forces of gender, postcolonial studies, and critical race theory are to blame. When gender is thus figured as a foreign invasion, these groups clearly reveal that they are in the business of nation-building. The nation for which they are fighting is built upon white supremacy, the heteronormative family, and a resistance to all critical questioning of norms that have clearly restricted the freedoms and imperiled the lives of so many people.

New York Times (NYT) (10/29/21) “I’m With Condoleezza Rice About White Guilt” by John McWhorter

I always find the views of Columbia University linguistics professor John McWhorter thought provoking, even when I do not agree with him. This column is one of those with which I do not agree, but nonetheless find interesting. McWhorter seems to be creating a straw man by setting up the questionable premise that causing white guilt is the purpose of much of what is now broadly (and wrongly) attacked as “Critical Race Theory,” and he then attacks that purpose. I believe the purpose behind the New York Times’ “1619 Project” and other such efforts to examine the extent to which we continue to be afflicted by racism and segregation and their consequences is not guilt mongering, but rather education aimed at greater awareness, regardless of whether it causes white guilt. Nonetheless, I think the article is worth reading.

But presumably, the goal is to make America “a more perfect union,” as the Constitution has it. And if that’s the goal, our collective efforts to reach it presumably would be about addressing societal conditions rather than these more soul-focused endeavors. One might argue that a realer, not to mention healthier, manifestation of Black affirmation would come from more concrete markers of progress than the dutiful hand-wringing of well-meaning white people about their forebears’ sins.

NYT (10/25/21) “The First Thing We Do, Let’s Kill All the Leaf Blowers” by Margaret Renkl

I look forward to the columns of Margaret Renkl in the New York Times for their gentle descriptions of nature and their reminders of the joys of observing it, but she goes on attack in this column about the scourge of gas-powered leaf blowers. As our neighborhood’s—totally unsuccessful—crusader against leaf-blowers and their horrendous noise pollution, I cheered her on.

But the trouble with leaf blowers isn’t only their pollution-spewing health consequences. It’s also the damage they do to biodiversity. Fallen leaves provide protection for overwintering insects and the egg sacs of others. Leaf blowers, whether electric or gasoline-powered, dislodge the leaf litter that is so essential to insect life — the insect life that in turn is so essential to birds and other wildlife.

Watched, Seen and Heard

The October 22, 2021 performance of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons in Gartner Auditorium at the Cleveland Museum of Art had special significance for us. The last live performance we saw before the lockdown was a wonderful performance by Apollo’s Fire in Gartner Auditorium in March 2020. This brilliant performance of the Four Seasons created a memorable bookend to that one.

And Misc.

Maria Popova

Maria Popova in “The Marginalian”: Maria Popova’s explanation for why she has changed the name of her blog from “Brain Pickings” after fifteen years to “The Marginalian” reflects her deep thoughtfulness. I have long enjoyed and benefitted from her work and her writings, and I am glad she has changed its name to one that better reflects her aspirations, which I share.

Joan Didion may be right that “we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not,” but we are also well advised to welcome with a largehearted embrace the blooming possibilities within us — the people we are in the ongoing course of becoming, the people we will have been when our atoms give way to our afterglow.

September 13-October 8, 2021


First, a postscript to my mention in my week of September 6 post about my high expectations for Colson Whitehead’s new novel “Harlem Shuffle,” which I had then just begun to listen to. My high expectations were fulfilled. The novel, which takes place in Harlem in the early 1960s, tells a captivating story of a man’s life and struggles to survive economically and morally, and it captures a rich and complex time and place. It abounds with memorable characters, and in the Audible version, the reader Dion Graham impressively creates a distinctive voice for each of them.

As I have mentioned before in this blog, I am a fan of the podcast Backlisted, almost every episode of which prompts me to read a book I had not known of, often by an author I had not known of.  A recent episode focused on the novel “Elizabeth Costello” by the South African Nobel Laureate J.M. Coetzee. Though I had read and admired his novels “Disgrace” and “Waiting for Barbarians,” I had not known of “Elizabeth Costello.” Coetzee wrote it in 2003, but many of its themes remain intensely timely. As the Backlisted hosts state, it is “a novel that politely asks the reader to consider, amongst other matters, animal rights, the power of faith and the limits of fiction itself.” I would add the decline of academic discourse to that list.  Though Coetzee uses the novel for some heady discussions of topics of interest to him (especially cruelty to animals), he also creates a vivid portrait of the title character, herself a novelist.

In that week of September 6 post, I also mentioned a delightful collection of essays called “The Gifts of Reading.” In each essay, a writer describes the pleasure he or she has taken in giving or receiving books. One writer, Imtiaz Dharker, mentioned the Indian poet Nissim Ezekiel, who, in effect, gave her William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and Experience.” The volume of poems influenced her greatly, so much so that she regularly gives the same book to younger writers and artists. I was less interested in what she had to say about Blake, though, than I was in what she said about Nissim Ezekiel, of whom I had been unaware:

He casually dropped this in [describing Blake], the possibility of inhabiting different worlds at once, being different things under the skin. He knew something about that himself. He was a rare creature in Bombay, a Maharashtrian Jew of the Bene Israel community which, having sailed from Galilee around 150 BC, was shipwrecked off India and just stayed on. In 1948, Nissim went to London and studied at Birkbeck, published his first book of poems, “Time to Change,” in 1952, and paid his back to India as a deck-scrubber on a cargo ship. Having read Philip Larkin and Ted Hughes among others in post-war Britain, he carried back to India an idea of poetry written in a more modern idiom. He was always willing to shift between forms, writing plays, translating from the Marathi, putting poems on posters, often using an ironic Indian English…

I had been unaware not only of Nissim Ezekiel, who became a literary figure of great significance in post-colonial India, but also of the fact that there was an Indian Jewish community. I have purchased his “Collected Poems” and am reading them with pleasure. In one of his most anthologized poems, “Background, Casually,” he wrote:

I went to Roman Catholic school,
A mugging Jew among the wolves.
They told me I had killed the Christ,
That year I won the scripture prize.
A Muslim sportsman boxed my ears.

I had already been inclined to read the new novel “The Magician” by Colm Tóibín, and the New Yorker’s publication in its September 20 issue of D.T. Max’s piece on Tóibín, “How Colm Tóibín Burrowed Inside Thomas Mann’s Head,” clinched it. Tóibín had first won me over with his novel “The Master,” based on the life of Henry James, and I loved the play based on his “The Testament of Mary” and the movie based on his “Brooklyn.” My reverence for Thomas Mann goes back to my college years, so I was eager to see Tóibín do with Mann’s life in “The Magician” what he had done with James’ in “The Master.” I have only begun reading it, but I am already enjoying it greatly.

On October 11, Amor Towles (author of “A Gentleman in Moscow” and of his new book “The Lincoln Highway”) will be the speaker in the Cuyahoga County Public Library’s Writers Center Stage series at the Maltz Performing Arts Center at CWRU. A few weeks ago, he was featured in the New York Times By the Book column.

NYT By the Book, 9/26/21 Amor Towles
What do you read when you’re working on a book? And what kind of reading do you avoid while writing

Before I set out on a new project, I like to read a handful of novels written in (and ideally set in) the time period in which I’m about to immerse myself. My new novel, “The Lincoln Highway,” takes place over 10 days in June of 1954, so in anticipation I read a number of American works from the mid-50s including James Baldwin’s “Go Tell It on the Mountain” (1953); Raymond Chandler’s “The Long Goodbye” (1953); Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” (1955); and Sloan Wilson’s “The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit” (1955). What I love in particular about this list of concurrent classics is how varied they are in terms of geography, tone and theme. In aggregate they provide a snapshot of America’s socioeconomic, regional and racial diversity. They also showcase very different approaches to effective storytelling.

Politics and Society

Throughout her sixteen years as Germany’s Chancellor, Angela Merkel has been the world leader for whom I have had the highest regard; often, the drop to second place has been huge.  As she prepares to leave office, several articles have sought to summarize her career and her legacy. These were two of the better ones I read:

New York Times (NYT): “Angela Merkel Was Underestimated, and It Became Her Superpower” by Serge Schemann (9/13/21) :

Her real legacy is the evidence that effective politics need not mean shedding humanity or steadfastness, and that being underestimated may be the true key to political longevity.

NYT: “Affluent, Anxious and Almost Normal: A Journey Through Merkel’s Germany by Katrin Bennhold (9/25/21)

As Chancellor Angela Merkel prepares to leave office after 16 years, her country is among the richest in the world. A broad and contented middle class is one facet of Ms. Merkel’s Germany that has been central to her longevity and her ability to deliver on a core promise of stability. But her impact has been far greater. To travel the country she leaves behind is to see it profoundly transformed.

Letters From an American (9/13/21) by Heather Cox Richardson
If losers in a democracy refuse to accept the legitimacy of elections, the system falls apart. The growing radicalism of the Republican Party is putting pressure on Democrats to pass a voting rights act to counteract the vote-suppressing measures that Republican-dominated states are enacting.

New York Times (9/17/21) “An Antiracist ‘Reckoning’ Smears a Good Person’s Legacy” by John McWhorter

I must take one more liberty and venture: That is not the way most of us think, including those of us quite agonized over how to turn a corner on race in America. This witch-burning mentality is something most of us less concur with than fear. These “Crucible” characters (Arthur Miller helps us again) get their way by threatening to shame us the way they are shaming the latest transgressor.

The Atlantic (8/31/21) “The New Puritans” by Anne Applebaum

By contrast, the modern online public sphere, a place of rapid conclusions, rigid ideological prisms, and arguments of 280 characters, favors neither nuance nor ambiguity. Yet the values of that online sphere have come to dominate many American cultural institutions: universities, newspapers, foundations, museums. Heeding public demands for rapid retribution, they sometimes impose the equivalent of lifetime scarlet letters on people who have not been accused of anything remotely resembling a crime. Instead of courts, they use secretive bureaucracies. Instead of hearing evidence and witnesses, they make judgments behind closed doors.

Washington Post: “Our Constitutional Crisis is Already Here” by Robert Kagan (9/23/31)

Suspicion of and hostility toward the federal government; racial hatred and fear; a concern that modern, secular society undermines religion and traditional morality; economic anxiety in an age of rapid technological change; class tensions, with subtle condescension on one side and resentment on the other; distrust of the broader world, especially Europe, and its insidious influence in subverting American freedom — such views and attitudes have been part of the fabric of U.S. politics since the anti-Federalists, the Whiskey Rebellion and Thomas Jefferson. The Democratic Party was the home of white supremacists until they jumped to George Wallace in 1968 and later to the Republicans. Liberals and Democrats in particular need to distinguish between their ongoing battle with Republican policies and the challenge posed by Trump and his followers. One can be fought through the processes of the constitutional system; the other is an assault on the Constitution itself.

As I approach my seventieth birthday next year, my impulse to get rid of accumulated stuff grows stronger.  Apparently, the pandemic heightened that impulse in many others. In the article “Pandemic Decluttering” (NYT, 10/8/21), author Joanne Kaufman writes:

Covid sent the nation into lockdown. Stuck within their own four walls, people began pondering such existential questions as “Why do I have seven Pyrex loaf pans?” and “What are the odds that I’ll ever get into those size 2 jeans again?” Like Ms. Meredith [a declutterer described in the article], they frequently found relief, if not necessarily answers, in a Swedish death cleanse, perhaps more to the point, in a bored-to-death cleanse. But for many, decluttering was a practical necessity. Suddenly, home was no longer simply haven and shelter. It was also an office (sometimes multiple offices), a school, perhaps even a gym, requiring extra equipment and furniture — requiring a rethinking and reapportioning of space. To accommodate those changes something had to give, and a lot had to go.

(For those like me who had been unfamiliar with the concept, the article “What Is Swedish Death Cleaning? by Ashley Knierem (The Spruce, 12/18/20) explains: “Swedish death cleaning is a method of organizing and decluttering your home before you die to lessen the burden of your loved ones after you’ve passed.”)

Decluttering generally makes me feel virtuous, but a recent article by Susan Shain in the Mic Check newsletter, “Decluttering is bad for the planet. Here’s how to do it sustainably” (8/19/21) gave me a helpful reminder that the ways in which we declutter may be more or less harmful to the environment, and it provides some useful suggestions for better approaches.

Picture your neighborhood garbage truck. Got it in your mind? Now picture 29,000 of them, lined up end to end, stretching from Sacramento to San Jose, California. Then, finally, picture all those trucks, brimming with trash and dumping it all in a landfill, every single day. In the United States, that’s not hyperbole; it’s reality. Every year, we send nearly 150 million tons of waste to the landfill — an amount equal to roughly 2.5 pounds of trash per person, per day. In 2018, that included 9 million tons of clothing and shoes, 9.6 million tons of furniture, and 1.6 million tons of small appliances. That’s bad news for the planet, considering landfills account for 12% of global emissions of methane, a dangerous greenhouse gas responsible for at least a quarter of today’s global warming.

Week of September 6, 2021


Colson Whitehead

I have admired and enjoyed (though I always hesitate to use that verb about books on such harrowing subjects) Colson Whithead’s novels “The Underground Railroad” and “The Nickel Boys,” so I am looking forward to reading (or, more accurately, listening to, since I got the Audible version) his new novel “Harlem Shuffle” (see cover below), especially after reading Janet Maslin’s review in the 9/10/21 NYT, in which she wrote:

“Harlem Shuffle” brings Whitehead’s unwavering eloquence — at one point he describes traffic as “honking molasses” — to a mix of city history, niche hangouts, racial stratification, high hopes and low individuals. All of these are somehow worked into a rich, wild book that could pass for genre fiction. It’s much more, but the entertainment value alone should ensure it the same kind of popular success that greeted his last two novels, “The Underground Railroad” and “The Nickel Boys.” It reads like a book whose author thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing.

The review also brought to mind how much I enjoyed James McBride’s “Deacon King Kong.” McBride (Oberlin College alum) won the 2021 Anisfield-Wolf Award for fiction for “Deacon King Kong.” The documentary of the awards ceremony, again hosted by Dr. Henry Louis Gates, will be broadcast on Tuesday, September 14 at 9 p.m. and Saturday, October 2nd at 3 p.m. on WVIZ Ideastream Public Media.

Adania Sibli

Apropos of brilliant books on harrowing subjects, I have begun reading “Minor Detail” by Adania Sibli (see cover below) and quickly became captivated by this novel set in newly created Israel in 1949. I heard Sibli (born in Palestine in 1974) interviewed on a “Between the Covers” podcast and found her perspective and her insights compelling. The book brought to mind the one of the main themes of “Conflict is not Abuse” by Sarah Schulman (mentioned in my post for the Weeks of August 2 and 9, 2021): that those who suffer trauma can become its perpetrators on others.

Vivian Gornick

Paris Review: “Memoir of a Born Polemicist” by Vivian Gornick
These were the first sentences of my memoir Fierce Attachments, and with them I began the long apprenticeship of a writer who, in the act of making naked use of her own undisguised experience, has taught herself to value writing that serves the story rather than writing that imposes itself on the story. By which I mean: as a polemicist I went in search of stories that would illustrate my argument and then used the language I thought would best make it; as a memoirist I developed a set of interacting characters and let them find the language that would best express their situation.

New York Times (NYT) “A Cautionary Tale About Science Raises Uncomfortable Questions About Fiction: Benjamín Labatut’s Sebaldian “When We Cease to Understand the World” grapples with science’s moral quandaries, but what is real and what is imagined?” by Ruth Franklin (9/6/21)
“When We Cease to Understand the World,” translated by Adrian Nathan West and published in the U.K. last year, found its way onto the shortlist for this year’s International Booker Prize as well as Barack Obama’s summer reading list. It is a meditation in prose that bears a familial relationship to the work of W. G. Sebald or Olga Tokarczuk: a sequence of accounts that skew biographical but also venture into the terrain of imagination.

From the poem “Breathe” by Bob Hicok (Smartish Pace #28)

Everything we do is rooted in,
is a branch of breath. Some of us are afraid
of breath and I am killed by this new style
of death, distanced and alone. Have you Zoom
funeraled yet? Been a ghost in a box
mourning a ghost in a box? I cry
for those I couldn’t sprinkle soil upon.

For other bibliophiles who love to give and receive books, I highly recommend “The Gifts of Reading” (see cover below), a compilation of essays on that topic. Read one or two for a quick reminder (if one is needed) of the joys and insights books bring and of the bonds they create among those who share them.

Politics and Society

NYT “Legislating in the Name of God” (9/9/21) by Linda Greenhouse
I could go on with this list [of state officials that openly cite religious reasons for anti-abortion legislation], but these examples are sufficient to raise the question for those of us not on board with the theocratizing of America: Who let God into the legislative chamber? The answer is that we did. Our silence has turned us into enablers of those who are now foisting their religious beliefs on a country founded on opposition to an established church.

What reason other than religious doctrine is there, really, for turning back the clock on a decision that nearly a half-century ago freed women from the choice between the terror of the back alley and the tyranny of enforced motherhood? About one-third of Americans, according to a recent Gallup poll, want the court to overturn Roe. And yet, as we saw last week, the right to abortion is already functionally dead in Texas, and its fate may soon be left to the whims of Republican politicians everywhere else. It’s incumbent on the rest of us to call out those who invoke God as their legislative drafting partner.

Washington Post (WP): “Texas Abortion Ban: Justice Department Sues to Stop Law ” (9/9/21):
This kind of scheme to nullify the Constitution of the United States is one that all Americans, whatever their politics or party, should fear,” said Garland, warning that what he called the “bounty hunter” element of the law may become “a model for action in other areas by other states and with respect to other constitutional rights or judicial precedents.” The U.S. government, Garland added, has a responsibility “to ensure that no state can deprive individuals of their constitutional rights.”

Books Purchased

Minor Detail by Adania Sibli
The Gifts of Reading
The Magician by Colm Tóibín
The Bookshop, by Penelope Fitzgerald
Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead (Audible)

August 16-September 4, 2021


My class on the short fiction of Eudora Welty continued and ended (see my post for the Weeks of August 9 and 16). For the third week of the class we read, “The Wanderers” and “No Place for You, My Love,” and for the final week, we read “Circe” and  “Asphodel.” Those stories showed her exceptional range as a story-teller. Each is distinctive, but all of them reflect Welty’s affection for her characters, however ordinary or strange.

I have the privilege of auditing an undergraduate course through CWRU’s Siegal Lifelong Learning Program on the Japanese novel in translation. Like the course I audited last year on the Japanese novel and the West, this course is taught by Professor Takao Hagiwara, who provides great erudition and insight in analyzing the novels we are reading and in placing them in their Japanese cultural and historical context. Our first work is “Kokoro” by Natsume Sōseki (1867-1916), an intriguing novel that inter-weaves a young man’s coming-of-age story, his complex relationship to an older mentor with a troubled and concealed past, and the end of the Meiji period in Japan.

From the poem (from the Paris Review) “Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror” by Mary Jo Bang

I wasn’t a child for long, and after I wasn’t, I was
something else. I was this. And that. A blast furnace,
a steel maze inside, the low-level ­engine room of an
ocean liner. My eye repeats horizontally what I by
this time ­already know: there is no turning back to
be someone I might have been. Now there will only
ever be multiples of me.

Bang said of her efforts at photography:
“I could see myself getting closer and closer,” she said of her years learning photography. “Over time, what was on the film and the photographic paper more and more resembled what I’d imagined when I looked into the viewfinder. And I saw how, if you steadily worked at something, what you don’t know gradually erodes and what you do know slowly grows and at some point you’ve gained a degree of mastery. What you know becomes what you are. You know photography and you are a photographer. You know writing and you are a writer.”

New York Times (NYT) “By the Book: Why Maggie Nelson Is Drawn to Certain Autobiographies” (8/26/21)
“On Freedom” explores some thorny ethical questions concerning its title subject, especially in regards to our relationships with other people. What writers helped you think about the topic?
Fred Moten & Stefano Harney, Eve Sedgwick, Judith Butler, Hannah Arendt, George Oppen, Manolo Callahan, Mariame Kaba, Denise Ferreira da Silva, Denise Riley, Saidiya Hartman, Jacqueline Rose, Wendy Brown, Amber Hollibaugh, Gayle Rubin, Harry Dodge, Ruth Wilson Gilmore, Dean Spade & Tourmaline, Buddhist literature, recovery literature.

Politics and Society

Guardian (9/2/21) “Roe v Wade died with barely a whimper. But that’s not all” by Laurence H Tribe
For years, as the supreme court’s composition kept tilting right, reproductive rights have been squarely on the chopping block. Now they are on the auction block as well.

It wasn’t just Roe that died at midnight on 1 September with barely a whimper, let alone a bang. It was the principle that nobody’s constitutional rights should be put on sale for purchase by anyone who can find an informant or helper to turn in whoever might be trying to exercise those rights.

From Robert Wright’s Nonzero Newsletter (8/30/21) “Afghanistan: 3 Unlearned Lessons
The speed with which the Afghan army collapsed this summer, and the ease with which the Taliban took city after city, caught pretty much every American official by surprise. That surprise shouldn’t surprise us, given that these officials had been getting feedback about the war that was, predictably, biased in a positive direction.

Unlearned Lesson #4: We should try really, really hard to avoid military interventions. This follows—not quite inexorably, but plausibly—from unlearned lessons 1, 2, and 3. If indeed (Lesson 1) the presence of foreign troops tends to energize and expand opposition; and if indeed (Lesson 3) this problem, along with other problems, is exacerbated by the difficulty of navigating ethnic and other social and political complexities—complexities that we tend to have only a dim comprehension of; and if indeed (Lesson 2) attempts to deepen that comprehension, and navigate these complexities, will be frustrated by the systematic corruption of relevant information—well, then maybe the odds against success are pretty steep. And since confirming how steep they are tends to get tons of people killed, maybe we should quit repeating that exercise.

New York Times (NYT) (8/31/21) “The Buying of the American Mind” by Paul Krugman
I never thought I’d be nostalgic for the era when big money ruled the right. But traditional corporate influence looks benign compared with where we are now. At this point, to be a conservative in good standing you have to pledge allegiance to blatant lies — Democrats are Marxists, the election was stolen, basic public health measures are sinister assaults on freedom.

“So the blend of craziness and corruption taking place on the American right is special, without anything comparable on the left. Don’t both-sides this.”

Watched, Seen and Heard

And Misc.

Guardian (8-21-21) “Neuroscientist Anil Seth: ‘We risk not understanding the central mystery of life’”
Presumably, the mind-body problem is never going to be entirely resolved?
No, but I’d like to make progress. It’s the boring answer of continuing to do rigorous science, rather than proposing some eureka solution to “the hard problem” [the question of why and how our brains create subjective, conscious experience]. My approach is that we risk not understanding the central mystery of life by lurching to one or other form of magical thinking. While science might be a little bit slower, there is much to be done in a straightforward materialist understanding of how the brain relates to conscious experience.

Weeks of August 2 and 9, 2021


On August 6, I will be starting a four-class course on the short fiction of Eudora Welty, taught by Prof. Monica Miller through the Siegal Lifelong Learning Program of Case Western Reserve University. Prof. Miller is an excellent instructor. I previously took her courses through that Program on Flannery O’Connor and William Faulkner. (I bailed out on the Faulkner course when I found “Absalom, Absalom” impenetrable, but through no fault of Prof Miller.) We start by reading Welty’s stories “”Lily Daw and the Three Ladies” and “Why I Live at the P.O.”; for the second week, “Petrified Man” and “Curtain of Green.” The course will also touch on Welty’s photography—she was a photographer for the WPA—and its relationship to her writing. In 2009, the Smithsonian Magazine said of an exhibition of her photographs: “The pictures, made in Mississippi in the early to mid-1930s, show the rural poor and convey the want and worry of the Great Depression. But more than that, they show the photographer’s wide-ranging curiosity and unstinting empathy—which would mark her work as a writer, too.” That article also quotes her own views of her photography career and its connection to her writing:
In her memoir, One Writer’s Beginnings, published in 1984, Welty paid respects to picture-taking by noting: “I learned in the doing how ready I had to be. Life doesn’t hold still. A good snapshot stopped a moment from running away. Photography taught me that to be able to capture transience, by being ready to click the shutter at the crucial moment, was the greatest need I had. Making pictures of people in all sorts of situations, I learned that every feeling waits upon its gesture; and I had to be prepared to recognize this moment when I saw it.”

New York Times (NYT) (8/6/21) BY THE BOOK: Rita Dove
Was there a book of poems or a poet in particular that inspired you to write?
Not a specific poet or book, but the sheer variety of possibilities for singing with language fired my synapses — from Shakespeare to Mad magazine, listening to Bessie Smith or a Corelli flute sonata, collecting the fortunes on Salada tea bags. 

Do books serve a moral function, in your view? How so?
I don’t see how they could not. If we identify and interact with characters, even if we despise them or deplore their ethics, we have entered into a moral arena; their actions invite moral judgments. To empathize with a protagonist whose beliefs and customs are different from ours is to see the world from another’s viewpoint — and that kind of intimate understanding definitely serves a moral function.

“Overnight in the Guest House of the Mystic,” poems by Dick Allen

From “Alfresco”
How many cities
have such avenues and quietness, how many times
we’ve passed such tables, under awnings, in the rain,
and promised ourselves promises: to love
forever, to do nothing but exist, to taste the food,
to drink the wine.

The Poetry Foundation’s bio of Allen (linked above) says:
Influenced by Ralph Waldo Emerson, A.E. Housman, Ben Jonson, and Robert Frost, Allen “ranges with ease from astronomy to politics to domestic situations; his poetry captures great swatches of real and imagined experience in nimble style,” according to Publishers Weekly. Allen says in a Poetry Daily interview, “In a time still so influenced by Archibald MacLeish’s admonition that ‘a poem should not mean, / but be,’ my task is to have the poem ‘be’ and mean something—a non-preachy something, but something.”

Maile Meloy

In this New Yorker Fiction podcast, Ann Patchett reads Maile Meloy‘s story “The Proxy Marriage.” The story is beautiful and heart-warming without every being cliche or sappy, and, not surprisingly, Ann Patchett’s discussion of it with New Yorker fiction editor Deborah Treisman is almost as engaging as the story itself.

Politics and Society

NYT: “How Strong Is Trump’s Grip on the G.O.P.?” by Ross Douthat (7/31/21)
This suggests that if you are worried about 2020 being replayed in a Trump revival in 2024, but this time with Republican state legislatures actually acting to overturn results, you should be looking for signs that Trump has found a way to fuse, in advance, support for himself with support for that specific move. To overcome his manifold weaknesses as an inside-game player, he would need not just sympathy for his inevitable voter-fraud allegations but also an understood rule, among G.O.P. statehouse leaders in Michigan, Pennsylvania or Arizona and their voters, that to support Trump simply is to support legislatures choosing presidents, with no daylight in between.

The Beinart Notebook: “The Double Standards Fallacy” by Peter Beinart
The US shields Israel from virtually all accountability even though Israel’s human rights abuses—while certainly not the worst in the world—are quite grave. Israel has, after all, been declared an apartheid state by its own leading human rights organization and the leading human rights organization in the world. So the next time someone asks you why the world treats Israel so unfairly, ask them to name a government that is committing such serious human rights abuses (as determined by the world’s most reputable human rights organizations) that enjoys such unconditional support from the powerful governments and institutions on earth.

These are interesting theoretical questions, at least to me. Ultimately, however, the question of whether it’s legitimate for Ben and Jerry’s to divest from settlements in the West Bank comes down to two simple questions: First, is a grave injustice occurring there? The answer is yes: Holding West Bank Palestinians without citizenship, free movement, due process, or the right to vote for the government that controls their lives constitutes a terrible crime. For more than half-a-century, Israel has denied millions of people the most basic of human rights. Second, do most Palestinians believe that boycotting West Bank settlements can help alleviate their suffering? The answer, overwhelmingly, is yes. That’s what really matters. All the rest, as they say, is commentary. 

Guardian: “A Trump bombshell quietly dropped last week. And it should shock us all by Robert Reich (8/3/21)
But Trump was no accident and he’s not in any dustbin. He has turned one of America’s two major parties into his own cult. He has cast the major political division in the US as a clash between those who believe him about the 2020 election and those who do not. He has emboldened state Republicans to execute the most brazen attack on voting rights since Jim Crow. Most Republican senators and representatives dare not cross him. Some of his followers continue to threaten violence against the government. By all accounts, he is running for president again in 2024. Donald Trump’s proto-fascism poses the largest internal threat to American democracy since the civil war. What to do about it? Fight it, and the sooner the better.

“Conflict is not Abuse” by Sarah Schulman
I had not heard of Schulman or this book until I heard Ezra Klein interview her recently. She makes arguments that are courageous in today’s environment.
My thesis is that at many levels of human interaction there is the opportunity to conflate discomfort with threat, to mistake internal anxiety for exterior danger, and in turn to escalate rather than resolve. I will show how this dynamic, whether between two individuals, between groups of people, between governments and civilians, or between nations is a fundamental opportunity for either tragedy or peace. Conscious awareness of these political and emotional mechanisms gives us all a chance to face ourselves, to achieve recognition and understanding in order to avoid escalation towards unnecessary pain.

From “The Anatomy of Melancholy” (1621) by Robert Burton
But who can help it? It is an ordinary thing in these days to see a base impudent ass, illiterate, unworthy, unsufficient, to be preferred before his betters, because he can put himself forward, because he looks big, can bustle in the world, hath a fair outside, can temporize, collogue, insinuate, or hath good store of friends and money, whereas a more discreet, modest, and better-deserving man shall lie hid or have a repulse.

Watched Seen and Heard

The Showtime series “The Good Lord Bird” is outstanding. Based on the novel by James McBride and starring Ethan Hawke and Joshua Caleb Johnson, each episode is mesmerizing in its portrayal of the abolitionist John Brown.

The HBO series “White Lotus” is weirdly engaging. I am only two episodes (of six) into it, but already hooked by the quirky characters and the plot, both of which come close to going over the top but stay on this side of the satire/lampoon divide.

And Misc.

NYT “Can We Ever Look at Titian’s Paintings the Same Way Again?” by Holland Cotter (8/13/21)
about an exhibition of Titian paintings at the Gardner Museum in Boston
It was titled “The Rape of Europa,” and its theme — a young woman, a Phoenician princess, is abducted and forcibly impregnated by a god in disguise — can’t help but put us on red alerts today, when accusations and verified reports of sexual assault on women appear almost daily in the news. In fact, the whole cycle, with its repeated images of gender-based power plays and exposed female flesh, invites #MeToo evaluation, and raises doubts about whether any art, however “great,” can be considered exempt from moral scrutiny. And purely in terms of formal innovation and historical influence, great is what this art is. In 1550, when Titian first received the commission from Philip, then ruler-to-be, he was renowned throughout Europe as the most daringly expressive brush-man in the business. Unlike his Florentine peers, he let paint, stroke by stroke, have a material and emotional life of its own. In this, he was the un-Michelangelo, the contemporary he considered his only real rival.

We can love art for its beauties and call it out for its blindness. We can exalt it to the skies, and still wrestle it to the ground. Old or new, art is us at our best and our worst, and it really is us, with everything that means, and useful beyond fashion or price.

Month of July 2021


In my last post, I mentioned my reading “The Moviegoer” by Walker Percy. After I posted it, I read the afterword by Paul Elie. He captures some aspects of the novel that I too find both enigmatic and captivating:
Southern, Catholic, ironic, oblique: The Moviegoer doesn’t add up, quite. What is it about? What has come of Binx Bolling’s search? What has prompted Binx to settle down with Kate and embrace everydayness with quasi-religious devotion? “It is impossible to say,” Binx remarks in the last line of the novel proper. It is impossible to say. And yet The Moviegoer, like its central character, has an inner coherence. Its take on everydayness has the quality of wonder that is the novel’s true subject. It opens out onto some larger mystery, one that we, no less than he, are still trying to solve.

I had long wanted to read Iris Murdoch‘s novel “The Sea, the Sea” and was finally prompted, in a circuitous way, to do so. I heard an interview of the philosopher Susan R. Wolf (Edna J. Koury Distinguished Professor of Philosophy at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill) on a Phi Beta Kapp “Key Conversations” podcast. At the end of the interview, in recommending books that had influenced her, she said, “For me, some of my greatest influences are Iris
Murdoch, who is also a novelist. She has a little collection of three essays called The Sovereignty of Good that changed my philosophical life and worldview.” I had not known that Murdoch was a philosophy scholar as well as a novelist. I read the first of the essays in that collection and was deeply impressed by her erudition and (not surprisingly) by the lucidity of her prose, even in dealing with some difficult concepts regarding morality and moral reasoning.

That prompted me to read “The Sea, The Sea,” which won the Booker Prize in 1978, and I am glad I did. The exceedingly unreliable narrator, Charles Arrowby, is a case study in self-deception and obsession, and he is a genius in rationalizing his own selfishness. He can perpetrate casual cruelty on those most devoted him without apparent qualm. Murdoch makes him a maddening character, but never ceases to make the story a compelling one. Excerpts from the book cannot convey its power, but perhaps this excerpt from a June 2009 Guardian article “The moral brilliance of Iris Murdoch” by Bidisha conveys Murdoch’s genius:

Murdoch was a genius….She took on the most profound moral questions that we ordinary, flawed, troubled creatures grapple with: the battle between good and evil within ourselves and within society; the possibility of faith and the death of God; the occasionally delightful and playful, occasionally dangerous and destructive urges of erotic desire; the compulsions of amorous and intellectual obsession; artistic creativity and the artist’s ambition to create the one ultimate and universal work that addresses every moral dilemma with its overarching theory.
All that makes it sounds as though reading her work is like finding oneself in the middle of an endless Brothers Karamazov-like rumination. Yet lightly thrown over these huge issues were plots of a disarming playfulness, creativity and joy: realistically daft adults making buffoons of themselves, androgynous girls, tough but unimaginative women, happy dogs, tortured gay priests, angry clever bullies and power-holders, hypocritical husbands, melancholy wives. Murdoch’s characters are fallen, her world post-lapsarian, full of contingency and realistic illogic. Her characters act against their own happiness with frustrating frequency. But then, that is what people are like. They behave absurdly, yet Murdoch does not write absurdly. She examines human silliness with her own clever, tolerantly smiling seriousness.

From the poem “Variation on a Theme by Ernest Hemingway” by Dick Allen

Like the streets and the marvelous pennies on sidewalks,
the iris that came out of nowhere,
he was a part of my days for awhile and I trusted
him as only a question can be trusted,
never an answer
and I moved away from that city, never regretting
my silence or his
but missing the houses with the mansard roofs
and the tall brick chimneys, so red
against the snow falling, winters I lived there.

I always enjoy the New Yorker Fiction podcasts, in which the magazine’s fiction editor, Deborah Treisman, invites writers (who have themselves written stories published in the magazine) to choose a story by another writer from The New Yorker archives to read and then discuss with her. I especially enjoyed a recent podcast in which Susan Choi read and discussed the story “Found Objects” by Jennifer Egan, which was published in The New Yorker in 2007. The story morphed into the first chapter of Egan’s acclaimed novel “A Visit From the Goon Squad,” and hearing the story has heightened my desire to read the novel.

By the Book (7/25/21) Eddie Glaude, Jr.
What’s your favorite book no one else has heard of?
I am sure people have heard of the book, but I would have to say Jose Saramago’s “Seeing.” It is this jaw-dropping allegory about how quickly democracies can turn into something much more sinister — especially when ordinary people dare to make their positions known. Margaret Jull Costa’s translation is exquisite.

NYT review of “The Great Mistake” by Jonathan Lee, a novel based on the life of Andrew Haswell Green, New York City planner and civic leader of the nineteenth century.
Lee repeatedly captures Green’s thoughtful, melancholic nature, including in a scene when as a boy he considers drowning himself in grief after the death of his mother. “There would be better years,” Lee writes. “It would take a long time to swim toward them. He wasn’t sure, at first, that he had the energy. The breakthrough was realizing that there would be days when he did and days when he didn’t, days to avoid the water at all costs and days to dive in, bold.”

Politics and Society

Guardian (7/5/21) “Welcome to Dystopia: Getting Fired From Your Job as an Amazon Worker by an App” by Jessa Crispin
While politicians pout about the possibility of having to raise the minimum wage to $15, a level that would have sustained a decent life 10 years ago maybe, it’s likely these unemployment benefits will be allowed to expire and the safety net will be removed once again. Amazon isn’t going to change on its own unless forced to, and that means giving people the power – and the money – to say no to their own exploitation.

New York Times (NYT) (7/5/21) “This Wave of Anti-Critical Race Theory Laws Is Un-American” by
Kmele Foster, David French, Jason Stanley and Thomas Chatterton Williams (The authors are a cross-partisan group of thinkers who have written extensively about authoritarianism, liberalism and free speech.)

These [anti=CRT] initiatives have been marketed as “anti-critical race theory” laws. We, the authors of this essay, have wide ideological divergences on the explicit targets of this legislation. Some of us are deeply influenced by the academic discipline of critical race theory and its critique of racist structures and admire the 1619 Project. Some of us are skeptical of structural racist explanations and racial identity itself, and disagree with the mission and methodology of the 1619 Project. We span the ideological spectrum: a progressive, a moderate, a libertarian and a conservative. It is because of these differences that we here join together, as we are united in one overarching concern: the danger posed by these laws to liberal education.

Washington Post (WP) (7/6/21) “The Supreme Court Inches Closer to a Press Freedom Showdown” by Charles Lane
…[T]ake note of Justice Neil M. Gorsuch’s 11-page dissent on the last day of the just-completed term, in which he argues that the court should have heard a challenge to its 1964 landmark holding in New York Times v. Sullivan.

A detailed survey by the Media Insight Project, released in April, traces disenchantment not to partisans’ belief that media are biased against them but to more general “skepticism about the underlying purpose and mission journalists are trying to fulfill in the first place.” Journalists surveyed by the project believed that “a good way to make society better is to spotlight its problems.” And in 1964, the Supreme Court elevated that journalistic article of faith to constitutional principle. Today, according to the Media Insight Project, only 29 percent of the American people agree with it.

Weeks of June 21 and 28, 2021


In 2005, novelist and book-lover Larry McMurtry (best known for his “Lonsesome Dove” novels) wrote an essay for The New York Review of Books (July 14, 2005) entitled “On Rereading,” in which he says “Now, though, I’ve become principally a rereader, a habit that’s prevailed for nearly a decade.”  I had occasion recently to reflect on the fact that in 2005 McMurtry was 69, the same age I am now. The occasion was my decision to reread “The Moviegoer” by Walker Percy, which won the 1962 National Book Award for fiction. I had read it around 30 years ago, and I recalled loving it, but could not recall why. Though, like McMurtry, I find myself more drawn to rereading at this stage of my life, rereading can sometimes lead me to disappointment and puzzled wondering “What was I thinking?” Happily, this is not one of those cases. I am as captivated now as I was on the first reading by the strange and estranged reflections of the narrator Jack Bolling, such as this one:

The fact is I am quite happy in a movie, even a bad movie. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives: the time one climbed the Parthenon at sunrise, the summer night one met a lonely girl in Central Park and achieved with her a sweet and natural relationship, as they say in books. I too once met a girl in Central Park, but it is not much to remember. What I remember is the time John Wayne killed three men with a carbine as he was falling to the dusty street in Stagecoach, and the time the kitten found Orson Welles in the doorway in The Third Man.

Percy himself described “The Moviegoer” as the story of “a young man who had all the advantages of a cultivated old-line southern family: a feel for science and art, a liking for girls, sports cars, and the ordinary things of the culture, but who nevertheless feels himself quite alienated from both worlds, the old South and the new America.” Though it is a novel of its time and place, the ways in which Bolling seeks to make sense of and make a life in a perplexing world and universe continue to resonate far beyond Louisiana and the 1950s.

I had been unfamiliar with the poet Jeffrey Harrison until reading his poem “The Little Book of Cheerful Thoughts” a few months ago, but that prompted me to get his recent collection “Between Lakes.” This collection has heightened my appreciation for his poems, especially those that relate to his relationship with his father in the time leading up to and following his father’s death. Harrison writes with clarity, empathy and spare beauty, as in the poem “Gratitude”:

And so, despite the decade or more
the cancer stole, I’m grateful for
that year and a half, for those two springs
when we watched the goldfinches turn
from green to yellow, like autumn leaves,
for the flame-emblazoned shoulders
of the red-wing, and for that new,
gentle father who kept telling me how grateful he was that I was there.

In the New York Times “By the Book” interview of novelist Dana Spiotta, I especially appreciated these two responses:
Are there any classic novels that you only recently read for the first time?
I read the Tolstoy short story “Master and Man” for the first time via George Saunders’s analysis in his great book, “A Swim in a Pond in the Rain.” That story throttled me — a breathtaking reading experience. And then Saunders shows you how Tolstoy did it, which is a gift, truly.
Do you think any canonical books are widely misunderstood?
“Ulysses” is famously difficult, and, in truth, there are tedious parts. And problematic parts. But if approached with irreverence, you can feel the living force of an extraordinary and particular mind at play. Take what you want, don’t be too precious. Its audacity grants a writer all kinds of permission. As Anne Enright said, Joyce “opened all the windows and doors.”

Politics and Society

Freedom of Speech and Hate Speech

Nadine Strossen served as President of the ACLU from 1991 to 2008 and is now a professor of law. In her 2018 book “Hate: Why We Should Resist It with Free Speech, Not Censorship,” Strossen takes on the complex and controversial topic of the extent to which “hate speech” can and should be punished or enjoined. Her cogent thoughts on the topic have become even more timely in the intervening years, with “cancel culture” having become a battle cry in the culture wars. She is clear and candid in her view:

My mission in this work is to refute the argument that the United States, following the lead of many other nations, should adopt a broad concept of illegal “hate speech,” and to demonstrate why such a course would not only violate fundamental precepts of our democracy but also do more harm than good.

The Constitution, Religion and the Supreme Court

Linda Greenhouse reported on the U.S. Supreme Court for the New York Times over four decades. Her articles on the Court were perceived as so influential that conservative jurists complained that there was a “Greenhouse effect,” causing conservative Justices to take more liberal positions to obtain more favorable press coverage. In a recent article in the New York Review of Books, “Grievance Conservatives Are Here to Stay,” Greenhouse reviews two recent books on another current hot-button issue: the role of religion in the selection of SCOTUS Justices and in the decisions of the Court. She asks a provocative question and suggests an interesting answer:

What accounts for this paradox of religious ascendance over an ever more secular society? The asymmetry between the strategic single focus of the Christian right and the secular majority’s diffidence in confronting claims to religious privilege explains a good deal: political victory goes to those who try harder. That questioning someone about their religion is the last taboo in American society has been a gift to the religious right: the secular middle doesn’t know how to talk back or even how to frame the questions.

Voting Rights

The Editorial Board of the New York Times examined another topic on which the conservative majority on the U.S. Supreme Court is having a profound influence: voting rights. In its editorial (7/2/21) “The Supreme Court Abandons Voting Rights,” the Times addressed the Supreme Court’s decision upholding Arizona voting law despite lower federal court findings that the laws made voting harder for voters of color. Noting the statement in Justice Alito’s opinion that, “The mere fact that there is some disparity in impact does not necessarily mean that a system is not equally open or that it does not give everyone an equal opportunity to vote,” the Times responded:

Since the court is talking about “mere facts,” the conservative justices might have noted the mere fact that voting fraud, which lawmakers in a number of states claim they are trying to prevent with laws like the ones in Arizona, is essentially nonexistent. As one federal judge put it several years ago, such laws are akin to using “a sledgehammer to hit either a real or imaginary fly on a glass coffee table.” That doesn’t appear to bother the conservative justices, who have given a free pass to state legislatures to discriminate, even as they demand more and more from voters trying to show that they are hurt by that discrimination.

Critical Race Theory

Staying with the theme of hot-button issues in the culture wars, Dana Milbank took on the topic of the demagoguery and distortion in the Republican crusade against “critical race theory” in his Washington Post column (6/22/21) “Why does Biden hate the flag, family, grace, God and America?

The irony, of course, is that Republicans are now proving that systemic racism exists — and they, along with Fox News, are the primary offenders. With their united stand against the voting-rights bill and their united votes against Ahuja [Kiran Ahuja, recently and narrowly appointed to run the Office of Personnel Management] on the bogus justification of critical race theory, they’re the ones reducing Americans “to their racial identity alone,” as [Senator Josh] Hawley put it. The Proud Boys who attacked the Capitol must be filled with pride anew.

Watched, Seen and Heard

Cleveland Chamberfest for 2021 has come to an end leaving us looking forward to its return in 2022. This performance of works by Beethoven, Smetana and Mendelssohn was a delight.

Weeks of June 7 and 14, 2021


In the lecture he delivered as the recipient of the 2017 Nobel Prize in Literature, Kazuo Ishiguro said, “But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it also feel this way to you?” In his new novel “Klara and the Sun,” Ishiguro delves into the realm of artificial intelligence and explores the possibility that the person asking those poignant questions may not be a person. The title character Klara is the Artificial Friend (or “AF”) to an adolescent girl. We see the strangeness of our world and our human flaws and foibles through her eyes. Inevitably, but believably, Klara raises the question whether robots can have the equivalent of feelings and emotions and whether they may be capable of behaving with greater humanity than humans.

In her NPR review of the novel, Maureen Corrigan wrote that Ishiguro “is the master of slowly deepening our awareness of human failing, fragility and the inevitability of death — all that, even as he deepens our awareness of what temporary magic it is to be alive in the first place.”

In the Summer 2021 issue of The Paris Review, one of my favorite New Yorker cartoonists Roz Chast is interviewed. She lampoons the second-class status that “fine artists” often inflict on cartoonists:

Cartoonists and craftspeople—we sit at the children’s table. Don’t get me started about a lot of what people call fine art. So much of it is horrible, horrible art school bullshit. “Kriddlenap’s twenty- by eighty-foot canvas, with its multitudinous chromatic biomorphic forms, condenses the picture plane into a totality of architectonic textured cacophony. The sixteen basketballs that tentatively adhere to the surface are an ironic nod to . . . ” On and on. Fucking hate it. Endless pages of circle jerking.

One of the things I love about her cartoons is the way in which she transforms angst and insecurity into humor. In the interview she says:

But in general, making cartoons is a way of avoiding feelings of pointlessness and despair and still not being too upbeat.

As so often happens, the most recent episode of the podcast “Backlisted” brought to my attention a writer of whom I had not previously heard and left me eager to read that writer’s works. In this case, the book is the novel “A Goat’s Song” by Dermot Healy. The hosts and panelists of this excellent podcast series are always positive about the work on which an episode focuses, but seldom have I heard them as effusive as they are in this episode in expressing the view that Healy’s works generally, and this novel in particular, are under-appreciated.

Politics and Society

In the article “America Has a Drinking Problem” (The Atlantic, July/August 2021), Kate Julian examines recent trends in American consumption of alcohol in a large historical context. Here is how she frames the issue:
What most of us want to know, coming out of the pandemic, is this: Am I drinking too much? And: How much are other people drinking? And: Is alcohol actually that bad?
The answer to all these questions turns, to a surprising extent, not only on how much you drink, but on how and where and with whom you do it. But before we get to that, we need to consider a more basic question, one we rarely stop to ask: Why do we drink in the first place? By we, I mean Americans in 2021, but I also mean human beings for the past several millennia.

In “Doing the Work at Work What are companies desperate for diversity consultants actually buying?” (New York Magazine, May 26, 2021), Bridget Read provides an extensive and insightful account of the explosive growth in the diversity consulting business that the past year has generated.
Across the country, consultants in the diversity business felt that same whiplash of pandemic bust turning into protest boom. Practitioners who were collecting unemployment received calls from the CEOs of major corporations looking to spend tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars publicly and fast.
One of her interesting insights:
As more money pours into the diversity industry, the products and services for sale are becoming ever more abstracted away from actual workers in pain.

Apropos of diversity, in an NPR Weekend Edition Saturday interview (“Critics Concerned About Princeton’s Removal Of Latin, Greek Requirement In Classics”) with NPR’s Scott Simon, John McWhorter, linguist professor at Columbia University, expresses his views about why Princeton University’s new policy for classics major is problematic for students of color.

Washington Post (WP) article: “As Israel’s longest-serving leader, Netanyahu transformed his country — and left it more divided than ever” (June 13, 2021) by Steve Hendrix

As Benjamin Netanyahu ends his tenure, following the parliament’s approval Sunday of a new governing coalition that excludes him, he is not only Israel’s longest-serving leader but also one of its most influential. He reoriented the country’s decades-old approach to peace and security, reshaped its economy and place in the world, and upended longtime legal norms and notions of civil discourse. To his supporters, Netanyahu, known by all as “Bibi,” leaves behind a booming economy, newfound international respect and a decade without bus bombings by Palestinian militants. To critics, he leaves a country more divided, less equitable and largely indifferent to peace with the Palestinians.

WP column: “I’ve urged Supreme Court justices to stick around — but never to retire. Until now.” (June 15, 2021) by Ruth Marcus

Note to Justice Breyer: This is not Ted Kennedy’s Senate, where you worked as his chief counsel on the Senate Judiciary Committee four decades ago. This is not the Senate that confirmed you 87-9 in 1994. Those kind of bipartisan votes on Supreme Court nominees are ancient history. That Senate is no more. “Talk to them” until you discover common ground — Kennedy’s approach for dealing with Republican colleagues, as Breyer related in a talk to students at the National Constitution Center last month — is great advice for high-schoolers learning to navigate the world. It doesn’t work with McConnell.

New York Times (NYT) column: “Corporate America Forgives the Sedition Caucus” (June 16, 2021) by Michelle Cottle

But as the election and pandemic traumas fade, corporate America is easing, quietly, back into the giving game. Lobbyists are suiting up. Fund-raising events are on the calendar. Wallets are reopening. It will take a while yet for the giving to return to its normal, obscene levels, but the trajectory is once more headed up — with the trend expected to accelerate in the coming months.

The further Jan. 6 recedes from view, of course, the more that Corporate America will deem it less risky to donate than to not. As any savvy politician can tell you, the attention span of the American public is short. Without constant stoking, widespread outrage fades quickly — or is replaced by the next outrage. Just ask gun control advocates, who know too well how quickly the public, and politicians, move on from mass shootings.

Guardian columnn (6/16/21): Did I use the pandemic for ‘self-improvement’? Nope. And that’s fine by Jessa Crispin (June 16)

I always enjoy Jessa Crispin’s columns in The Guardian for their sharp prose and iconoclastic attitude. In this one, she deplores our pervasive and compulsive urge to turn everything into a prompt toward self-improvement.

There is something truly warped about the way American culture prioritizes growth and romanticizes hardship. Call it hustle culture, or manifest destiny, or the myth of the self-made man: we are incapable of just having a hard time. Cancer is your teacher, poverty is supposed to inspire ambition, a tragedy is just a teachable moment. A year spent in lockdown is an opportunity to pivot, to build wealth from the fear of others, to self-improve. There is nothing about you or your life that cannot be enhanced, monetized, upgraded, or learned from. And our culture believes strongly that if you are unwilling or unable to participate in this hysterical climb upward, you are undeserving of assistance or care.

Watched, Seen and Heard

Bo Burnham “Inside” (Netflix): Too soon to make the pandemic funny? Bo Burham didn’t think so. He filmed and performed the entirety of this comedy and musical special alone in his apartment over the past year. However dark (literally and figuratively) it’s all funny, even if some of the jokes may be lost on us aging Boomers.

Chamberfest Cleveland 2021 will continue through June 26. We heard a memorable performance of Bach’s Goldberg Variations by acclaimed pianist Roman Rabinovich.