Obama Ad on McCain and the Economy

As we've discussed before, an ad being "negative" often isn't a problem - the real issue is whether it's accurate and pertinent or not. An accurate, fair, and relevant "negative" ad gives voters key information, while a deceptive smear does not. I think this one's pretty fair and very much on target.

(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)

Banned Books Week Roundup

Banned Books Week 2008 recently concluded, and I wanted to link some of the participating bloggers. Feel free to add any others in comments. (Here's my overview post and a post on Faherenheit 451.)

In "Banned Books Week," Tengrain passes on a great story about a Powell's Books promotion for the event years back.

Lance Mannion contributes "Read Huckleberry Finn and make Sarah Palin cry," (a fine sentiment indeed), and asks, "If you were mayor of Wasilla what books would you try to ban?"

Jesus' General helped promote the Banned Books Week events in Second Life.

Blogger Nothstine covered a different banned or challenged book for each day of the week: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, To Kill a Mockingbird, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Brave New World, Catch-22, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich and Fahrenheit 451.

Meanwhile, Blue Gal and the Crooks and Liars crew really helped promote this event, with an overview post by Nonny Mouse, plus "Open Thread" posts on And Tango Makes Three, Fahrenheit 451, Catcher in the Rye, Daddy's Roommate and Brave New World.

Again, feel free to pass on any other posts celebrating Banned Books Week and the freedom to read and think.

Following are some posters I dashed off with the automotivator, using paintings by Jean-Honoré Fragonard, and film stills from Shakespeare in Love, The Lives of Others and Fahrenheit 451. Feel free to steal any of 'em or make your own. Click any picture for a larger view.









(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)

George W. Bush: How'd He Do?

I saw this when it aired this week, and am glad that CBS posted it. Kinda sums it up, doesn't it? Then there's Conan O'Brien:

Now today, I don't want to alarm you, when the stock market closed, it was down 777 points, which is the biggest point drop in American history. As a result, President Bush was able to cross off the tenth and final item on his administration's bucket list.

(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)

Stephen Colbert Compares the Candidates to Shakespeare

I really enjoyed this segment. Continuing the comparisons, we'll see how much like Prince Hal Barack Obama proves to be, and McCain also reminds me of Coriolanus, although without the military talent and personal honor.

(Inevitably, this makes me think of "The Knaves of the Bush Administration" again.)

(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)

Fahrenheit 451

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In honor of Banned Books Week (much, much more on that here), I read Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. It also happens to be a National Endowment for the Arts Big Read book. (I guess that earns double credit - Whoo-hoo! And a hat tip to Blue Gal for a head's up on the Big Read.) The Big Read site has background information and discussion questions for all their books, and additional resources for teachers, but I thought an interview with Bradbury about the book was the most fascinating.

Bradbury's an extremely prolific writer, with short stories forming much of his output. Fahrenheit 451 is pretty short, too, really a novella - Bradbury wrote in 10 days renting a typewriter at the library. (I'm telling ya, read that linked interview!) It's easily one of his best and most enduring works, and the Wiki entry lists some of the many pieces that reference it. Isaac Asimov observed that in science fiction (or speculative fiction, if you prefer), the background is often half or more of the story. While sci-fi has seen some good and superb prose stylists (and plenty of crap, too), the genre in its lifetime has witnessed plenty of pieces with fairly conventional plots or underdeveloped characters that nonetheless present extremely thought-provoking worlds. It's a genre of ideas and imagination. The best pieces are good on all levels, of course, but even some flawed works can spur fascinating discussions on philosophy, anthropology, political science, culture – how do we know what we think we know, what assumptions do we make, how does our society really work and how might it work differently, what does it mean to be human? (I think (and hope) the attitude of snobbery toward the genre coupled with ignorance of it is slowly fading over time. I always found it ironic to see sci-fi trashed as a genre, while for decades 1984 and Brave New World have consistently landed in the top 20 on 'Greatest Novels of the 20th Century' lists. Meanwhile, more of what I'd call "real sci-fi" versus the solely pulpy variety has snuck into mainstream entertainment, from pieces of The Matrix to much of Lost.)
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In Fahrenheit 451, fireman Guy Montag burns books rather than putting out house fires, because literature, poetry, good books and really good art in general are seen as not just useless, but dangerous. The title refers to the temperature at which books burn. Montag then has a crisis of conscience and curiosity (the Wiki entry gives a more detailed plot summary, but I imagine many people are familiar with it already). The book's very much about censorship, but Bradbury's stated it's more about television killing novel-reading, and basically vapid entertainment replacing substance. (It goes well with Orwell's "Politics and English Language"and Neil Postman's Amusing Ourselves to Death.) The book also taps into very real history, the samizdat tradition of underground copies of forbidden books in oppressive regimes. Fahrenheit 451 is a provocative book, especially for book-lovers, and has proved very popular with teenagers. It's hard to read it, or see Truffault's film version, and not think about what prized books one would try to save (a more urgent version of the old "deserted island" question, I suppose). It's the world of Bradbury's book that really sticks with us.

However, that world is with us now, in small and large ways. For Banned Books Week, Blue Gal posted a news report from 2006 about a family trying to ban Fahrenheit 451 in Houston:



The levels of irony here are astounding. First, art is capable of saying many things at once, and often deals in nuance, subtlety and ambiguity. That's one reason totalitarian governments have sought to control it, and the more literally-minded tend not to like it so much. The family depicted is extremely conservative, but both daughter and father have completely missed that "burning the Bible" is not depicted as a good thing in Fahrenheit 451! If they ever made it to the end, they'd also know that (slight spoiler) Montag memorizes part of the Book of Ecclesiastes! The father's list of objectionable material in the book probably corresponds pretty closely with the 75 or more passages that a publisher changed in Fahrenheit 451 without Bradbury's knowledge or permission (all editions past 1980 or so in English are supposedly authorized and complete). Meanwhile, swearing and drinking aren't necessarily celebrated in the book anyway.

But what if they were? I understand parental anxiety, but I've never quite understood the idea that somehow, one can protect one's child from ever experiencing the world as it actually exists. Even if one doesn't swear or drink, other people do. There's the question of age appropriate material, of course, but unless one lives in a select or cloistered community, teenagers will experience or at least become aware of the existence of that demonic triumvirate of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Teenagers have the choice of how to react to those things and the world, and the question for parents becomes how they want to prepare their kids. Typically, high school teachers try to give some preparation, provoke reflection, and provide a safe forum for discussion on the complexities of the world. Honest, realistic discussion is a more effective approach than one of control or denial. But this cuts to core world views, and whether one feels education should inculcate obedience, or help young adults develop their own critical thinking and decision-making skills.

If you've read Fahrenheit 451, this Houston news report might also remind you a specific section of the book. Roughly halfway through (slight spoiler), Montag forces his wife and two visiting friends to listen to him read a poem, Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach." All three women have been figuratively or literally anesthetized to their own feelings, and the poem provokes a powerful reaction in them as well as Montag. One cries. One is angry that Montag would read anything to move her and make her feel something, especially something sad.

The young woman in the news report is much the same. I don't mean to pick on her too much, especially since she didn't pick her dad. But she says she was upset by swearing and the Bible being burned. Basically, Fahrenheit 451 provoked a strong emotional reaction in her, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Her father, in defensive mode, decided to swoop in and remove the source of her distress rather than help her work through her feelings. That reaction is lamentable, if more forgivable as a first reaction. But then he pushed on to try to remove the book. If Fahrenheit 451 of all things set him off so, I'm surprised he allows his daughter in public school at all.

The teacher appears wise for allowing the student to perform an alternative reading assignment. That did not satisfy the father, however. And this comes to the crux of censorship we've discussed before in terms of a certain political candidate. It's fine (if sad) for this young woman and her father not to want to read this book. That's their choice. But in moving to pull the book, this man is trying to remove that same choice from other people. The dynamics are a bit different in a public school curricula versus a public library, because of the compulsory element, but in this case, the teacher adapted the assignment for the student. The father has every right to express his concerns. But he happens to be far out of the mainstream in his views. He's also frankly a dolt (not that I'd bring that up in a board meeting). To complain that Fahrenheit 451 in any way denigrates firefighters or religion reveals either desperation or a basic lack of reading comprehension skills – "values" he apparently has passed on to his daughter. Again, that's his legal right, but I can't help but feel he's depriving his daughter of something special and vibrant. And he shouldn't be able to do the same to anyone else. (More on the importance of healthy discomfort and independence in education here and here.)

To return to Bradbury, he's currently 88, and lives out here in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, he's in poor health, diabetic, normally uses a wheelchair, and his beloved wife of 56 years Marguerite died in 2003. On the positive side, he has a host of friends, and still has the enthusiasm of a young kid. I went to hear Bradbury at my local library a couple of years back, and the place was overflowing. Ray Bradbury is one of the greatest proponents of libraries ever. A very bright, curious and imaginative young man, he skipped college and instead became largely self-educated by spending countless hours in the library. If you get a chance to hear him speak, do, because he's very inspiring. For Bradbury, every film he likes is the greatest film ever, and every novel he loves is the best book ever written. He's very effusive in his praise. He has his cranky and particular sides, but his love for the arts is invigorating. I believe he still writes every day, as he has since he was a young man.

I've heard him speak a few other times because some friends of mine acted in plays based on his works out here. Bradbury's always loved the theater, and so he produces plays based on his short stories fairly regularly, even though he tends to lose a modest amount of money doing so. He often attends the performances, and being a bit of a ham, absolutely loves to give a little introduction each time. He ropes many friends into attending. Sci-fi and fantasy doesn't always translate wonderfully to the stage, but the pieces selected are well-adapted and tend to work pretty well. Not all of his stories are sci-fi – one of my favorites was a character study with minimal lighting, a man playing both a priest and a confessor. One lonely night, the priest "admits" a penitent, who owns up to a sin he committed as a young boy that still haunts him. (Spoiler, I suppose) The piece is a dialogue by one man, and as the priest he essentially grants himself absolution. It was very well acted, but the piece itself was impressive and poignant. Meanwhile, I overheard Bradbury boasting to someone after one not-so overwhelming piece that he doesn't revise (or doesn't much) - and I think that particular piece could have benefited from it. But one of Bradbury's virtues is his sheer output. As with Asimov, not every piece is a gem, but the rougher works still often have interesting facets, and Bradbury's crafted some enduring classics in his prodigious yield.

The scan above is my copy of Fahrenheit 451, the cover and the title page. I had somehow forgotten I had gotten Bradbury to autograph it, so that was a pleasant surprise. However, in researching the book this week, I discovered my copy may be one of the bowdlerized versions! (Today I picked up a newer edition from the library – the same one where I heard Bradbury speak, actually - and I'll investigate.)

Some later editions of Fahrenheit 451 have an afterword and coda by Bradbury. He describes two scenes he considered for the book but didn't include, and one is pretty fascinating, focusing on the Fire Chief Beatty and his secret library. He also comes out strongly against censorship of Fahrenheit 451 or any of his other works. The Big Read uses one of his best passages:

Do not insult me with the beheadings, finger-choppings or the lung-deflations you plan for my works. I need my head to shake or nod, my hand to wave or make into a fist, my lungs to shout or whisper with. I will not go gently onto a shelf, degutted, to become a non-book.

Meanwhile, although it's been several years since I've seen it, and it's a bit emotionally detached perhaps, I've always sorta liked Truffault's film version of Fahrenheit 451. I think its chief virtues are more of the young woman Clarisse, and a longer look at the underground society. According to a film book of mine, Bradbury thought the scene with the snow falling on the camp was one of the most beautiful in cinema (when he loves something, he really loves something).

In any case, speaking of that world of Bradbury's — Fahrenheit 451 always makes me ask myself, what book would I memorize to safeguard it for the ages? I could imagine trying to memorize my favorite translation of The Master and Margarita or maybe Orwell, but I think I'd probably go the theater route, and memorize play after play until my memory was overloaded. Were I in Bradbury's world, I'd try to set up an underground theater troupe, and we'd travel about on the abandoned railroad tracks, performing plays in repertory in secret performances. Currently, I'm thinking my priority list would be, in order:

1. King Lear
2. Much Ado about Nothing
3. Hamlet
4. The Servant of Two Masters by Goldoni (Commedia dell'arte)
5. The Miser by Molière
6. Equus by Peter Shaffer

After that, I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure I could memorize at least three, but with a full troupe performing these, I think the number could really expand. Maybe Amadeus, also by Shaffer? The Seagull or Uncle Vanya by Chekhov? The Importance of Being Earnest? For Colored Girls Who Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Was Enuf by Ntozake Shange? (Seriously, it's fantastic.) The Crucible or maybe Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller? Some Pirandello? Tom Stoppard? Brecht? The Elephant Man? There are other novels that tempt me, but the beauty of theater is that it's so alive and present, a constant dialogue. I also think in some bleak, future dystopia, King Lear, Hamlet, Uncle Vanya, Equus and The Crucible would really resonate, but it'd be absolutely vital to have some great comedies.

So – what book(s) would you memorize?


(Don Quixote in his Library, by Gustave Doré. Click for a larger view.)

(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)

Eclectic Juekbox 10/2/08

Bob Dylan - "Idiot Wind" (Live, 1976)

Voting Videos

Here's "Don't Vote":



Here's that link. The voter registration deadline in some states is October 4th.

And here's some Colbert Teen Talk on Voting (the really good stuff starts about 2:40 in):

Paul Newman (1925-2008)

A great actor and a greater human being has passed away. Condolences to Joanne Woodward, his daughters, and his many friends.

Here's Paul Newman's imdb page. From The Washington Post, here's his obituary, an appreciation by Stephen Hunter, a list of his 10 Oscar-nominated performances, and an article on his arrangements to continue his charities. Here's The New York Times obituary, an appraisal, a remembrance from a friend, and a short humorous piece making fun of that Fox News lawsuit against Al Franken. The Los Angeles Times has the official obituary from his publicist and a retrospective. NPR has a remembrance and links a number of older pieces, including a short anecdote about Paul Newman's "potty humor." Meanwhile, here's the pages for Newman's Own (organic food before it was fashionable) and for the original Hole in the Wall Gang Camp. Dahlia Lithwick has a lovely piece about working there (her Slate colleagues also have some good pieces linked on the same page). David Letterman had a nice, funny remembrance, and Newman's close friend Robert Redford made some remarks. I'm sure more will follow.

Newman really belonged to an earlier generation than mine, but who didn't like Paul Newman? When I was a kid, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was always on TV, and we watched it more times than I can count (William Goldman never gets tired about talking about that film). The Sting ran a decent amount, too. My dad was quite a fan of The Hustler. As I grew older, I finally got to see why everyone raved about Cool Hand Luke, and I raved about Nobody's Fool to everyone the year it came out. Newman's so good in The Road to Perdition and, well, everything, it's easy to take him for granted. There a few classic Newman films I still haven't seen, actually, but I certainly saw enough to prize how damn good he was. The Verdict is a marvel. Roy Edroso has a great short piece about two of his favorite Newman performances (that match mine, actually), and how Newman "played the trick of submerging his charm early on and letting it creep out as the character made progress." Many remembrances note his charisma and good looks, but also how he played against them. He could handle both subtlety and power, and it made for some vibrant performances.

As much as I'll always admire Newman the actor, I've really been struck for the past decade or so by his model philanthropy. Both he and Redford have built quite the legacies, and I always appreciate it when successful people give back. Newman's Own has donated a staggering 250 million to charity. Meanwhile, there are the Hole in the Wall camps, which provide an amazing camp experience for kids with serious illnesses. Unlike Dahlia Lithwick, I didn't work there, but I was privileged enough to visit the original camp twice. One of the part-time staffers at our school in Connecticut worked at the Hole in the Wall camp in the summer, and arranged for a tour of the camp for faculty and staff who were interested one Sunday morning. Tours very intentionally are limited for when the camp isn't in session to maintain the kids' privacy. But the place is extraordinary. All the staff who were present were proud and excited to work there. A new theater was being built when I visited, and that building and the dining hall had a palpable, positive energy radiating from the walls. The medical ward is designed as a large Butch and Sundance bunkhouse, and decorated with a colorful, friendly, western motif. The arts and crafts rooms have stacks and stacks of buttons, beads and other materials, mostly stored in cleaned out Newman's Own jars. The camp reminded me the most of the Eugene O'Neill Center, because they share a similar vibe – even when both places are mostly empty, there's a resonance present, perhaps from all the positive creative energy, photos, paintings and tapestries. We were told that at the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp, the last session of the summer was reserved for siblings of kids with illnesses, since they can get lost in the shuffle. For the kids who attend, everything's paid for. They all want to come back, which the camps try to accommodate, but they give priority to kids who haven't attended before. Newman spent a fair amount of time at the Connecticut camp. Read through all the pieces linked above, and it becomes clear that Newman was very competitive and a prankster, but also extremely modest and generous. (A book on Art Direction I own has an anecdote about a movie production dinner decades back where Newman graciously stopped by to chat with the wives of the art department and told them how important the work their husbands did was. There seem to a lot of stories like that.) Newman used his celebrity for good causes, but really enjoyed not being seen as a movie star, and clearly just loved kids. (Some celebrities volunteered at the camps and worked fairly incognito as well.) In any case, I enjoyed visiting the camp so much, I inquired about seeing it one last time before I moved (and chatted with a visiting clown about Commedia dell'arte techniques, actually). It would have been fun talking film and acting with Newman, but I think it'd be hard not to talk about the camps. Some projects are simply lasting, unqualified goods, and there's something really profound and special about the Hole in the Wall camps. One of the pieces linked above says that Newman went with a western motif partially so kids going through chemo could hide their baldness beneath cowboy hats. That's very thoughtful, but I'm not sure it was necessary after a while. Let's close with Dahlia Lithwick, who sums it up the best:

Today there are 11 camps modeled on the Hole in the Wall all around the world, and seven more in the works, including a camp in Hungary and one opening next year in the Middle East. Each summer of the four I spent at Newman's flagship Connecticut camp was a living lesson in how one man can change everything. Terrified parents would deliver their wan, weary kid at the start of the session with warnings and cautions and lists of things not to be attempted. They'd return 10 days later to find the same kid, tanned and bruisey, halfway up a tree or cannon-balling into the deep end of the pool. Their wigs or prosthetic arms—props of years spent trying to fit in—were forgotten in the duffel under the bed. Shame, stigma, fear, worry, all vaporized by a few days of being ordinary. In an era in which nearly everyone feels entitled to celebrity and fortune, Newman was always suspicious of both. He used his fame to give away his fortune, and he did that from some unspoken Zen-like conviction that neither had ever really belonged to him in the first place.

Hollywood legend holds that Paul Newman is and will always be larger-than-life, and it's true. Nominated for 10 Oscars, he won one. He was Fast Eddie, Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy. And then there were Those Eyes. But anyone who ever met Paul Newman will probably tell you that he was, in life, a pretty regular-sized guy: A guy with five beautiful daughters and a wonder of a wife, and a rambling country house in Connecticut where he screened movies out in the barn. He was a guy who went out of his way to ensure that everyone else—the thousands of campers, counselors, and volunteers at his camps, the friends he involved in his charities, and the millions of Americans who bought his popcorn—could feel like they were the real star.

Retro Chic

When I saw this Dior ad...



Notwithstanding the large and capacious handbag...



It made me think of a certain other woman:





Although whether as Emma Peel or not, Diana Rigg had more talent, greater style - and smaller hair.

Handling the Big Ego

Visiting performers and celebrities can be a real pain to handle, storming off and refusing to go on, requiring plenty of stroking and praise... With this in mind, I offer you:






John McCain: Aretha Franklin, without the talent.

(Cross-posted at The Blue Herald)