Thursday, March 7, 2013

A Duty to the Dead by Charles Todd

Source of book: Audio book borrowed from the library

I am not really a reader of genre fiction, but I do have a weakness for British murder mysteries. Naturally, I will blame my mother. Agatha Christie books lived at our house as far back as I can remember. I think my mother let me read And Then There Were None when I would have been ten or so - and it creeped me out. Not so much that I had nightmares, but it was a bit intense. Kind of like when my dad showed us Jaws around that time. So, my mom and I would discuss our Christie, and look for books we didn’t have, whenever we would go thrift shopping.

Maybe I should go even further back. My mother bought a bunch of Nancy Drew books at a yard sale, I believe, and I devoured them, as did my younger sister. And whatever Hardy Boys books we could find at the library. And Tom Swift Jr. books as well. I cut my literary teeth, so to speak, on the mystery.

Later, I would read the entire Sherlock Holmes novels and stories, Poe and Stevenson’s short stories, the complete Father Brown (G. K. Chesterton), Wilkie Collins, and some Sayers and a few minor authors on the side. Our family would also listen to the old radio shows on tape when we traveled on vacation, so I was exposed to the American tradition as well. Dragnet, Raymond Chandler, The Shadow, Tales of the Texas Rangers, and many more. Readers of my blog might note my enjoyment of Alan Bradley’s recent books.

I ended up with this book because my wife couldn’t find it in its printed version in our library system except on special order. Thus, she checked out the audio book. I had a case up in Napa County - eleven hours of driving, so it fit the bill perfectly.

I will give fair warning at this point: in order to discuss this book, I will have to give some spoilers. If you don’t wish to know some plot points, just know that I liked the book, really enjoyed the narrator, but found some plot elements to be unrealistic even for the genre.

The protagonist is Bess Crawford, a young nurse serving in World War I on the hospital ship Britannic. This part of the story is historical fiction, following the actual events closely, and including several real life persons. The Britannic was one of three sister ships, each ill-fated in its own way. The first, and most famous was the Titanic. The third was the Olympic, which collided with a warship in 1911, but was repaired and managed to survive for a long career. The Britannic never saw service as a liner, but was converted to a hospital ship in 1915. It was sunk when it either hit a mine or was hit by a torpedo - no one knows for sure - but with a minimal loss of life due to the better conditions and the changes made to equipment and procedure after the Titanic disaster.

HMHS Britannic

Historical note: believe it or not, a nurse named Violet Jessup survived all three disasters. She was on the Titanic, but was rescued. She was on the Olympic when it collided, but made it back to shore. Finally, she was a nurse on the Britannic when it was sunk. The author of this book quotes (or at least paraphrases) Jessup’s description of the final sinking:

"She dipped her head a little, then a little lower and still lower. All the deck machinery fell into the sea like a child's toys. Then she took a fearful plunge, her stern rearing hundreds of feet into the air until with a final roar, she disappeared into the depths, the noise of her going resounding through the water with undreamt-of violence...."

This part of the story was riveting, but only set the stage for the rest of the book.

In the story, Crawford cares for a dying soldier, who makes her promise to deliver a cryptic message to his brother. When she does so, she begins to stumble upon dark family secrets, and a murder from years ago. I will go no further than that, for fear of ruining a tight and intriguing plot.

As would be expected, there are plenty of interesting characters, plot twists, and a heart pounding conclusion. Pretty standard stuff for the genre, but I would say well written for the most part. Whereas Christie would always follow the rules of the British murder mystery perfectly, there are a few minor violations in this case. Some are minor, and probably enhance the author’s purposes. (I won’t reveal them - read for yourself.) One is a bigger problem, so I will discuss it later. Again, this is a big spoiler, so avoid that paragraph if you haven’t read the book but plan to do so.

There are some elements of the plot that I really loved, both as a reader, and as a lawyer. First, the central fact around which everything else revolves is that there are four children with different parentage in the family. The oldest is the child of the father and his first wife. The next three are legally from the second wife, but may or may not have another biological father.

Not only is this a venerable plot device for a novel, it makes for interesting drama in real life. I remember a particular case that I had that matches many of the details of this tale (minus the murder, thankfully!) In my case, a man had an affair, his mistress conceived a child, who was born gravely disabled. The man left his wife for his mistress, and they married. The guilt was bad enough, but the belief that the child had been born disabled as punishment for their sin tainted their dealings with his ex-wife. Torn between shame and defensiveness, and combined with the ex-wife’s justifiable anger and hurt, it was difficult to bring the parties together enough to make the situation at least less bad for the kids. It was one of the more difficult cases I have had, and yet I knew that my best plan was to grant each party their pain. Once we got beyond that, we were able to work on the practicalities that we had the power to change for the better.

In this book, the issues are never addressed, and only come to light after the family has completely destroyed itself.

Another issue raised by this book that was of personal interest was the ethical duty of a nurse. Since my wife is a nurse, she has had to face this issue directly; but I would add that attorneys have to as well. A nurse (or a lawyer) must seek to do good for those we care for (or represent) regardless of their past. Thus, my wife has given medical care to prisoners who have done unspeakably awful things. It is her duty (and in my opinion moral duty as well) to seek to heal those she can. Likewise, I must give the best legal representation to my clients, whether or not I like them, or feel they deserve punishment. (I don’t practice criminal law, but these issues arise in even small civil cases and estates, to say nothing of divorces.) The protagonist, to her credit, serves faithfully even at risk to herself, and tries to do good even to those she believes to have done horrid things.

Bess Crawford is one of the best things about this book (which is good, because this is apparently a series). She reminds me a great deal of my own amazing woman, who is also capable of determined action even working without sleep, while ill, or under less than ideal conditions. She would be at the top of my list of people I would want in charge in an emergency situation. (And I come from a family with many of this sort of people.) Crawford likewise embodies that spirit that ignores the urge to panic, and takes logical yet intuitive action in difficult situations throughout the book. One of things that used to irritate me about Nancy Drew was that she usually ended up needing to be rescued by a man in the end. (The faithful Ned, usually...) The Deus ex Homo, so to speak, the close relative of Deus ex Machina. In this book, the cavalry doesn’t ride to the rescue, at least until the danger is over, and she needs help getting multiple victims to a medical facility.

The one truly false note, though, comes in the resolution. SPOILER ALERT!

The eventual murderer turns out to be a child. In the original murder, this makes sense. I could definitely see it. However, there are multiple successive murders. The author leaves me with two possible explanations. Either a child was able to commit other murders while creating the appearance of accidents - something only an experienced - and strong - sociopath would be able to do; or, the child waited until adulthood before the next murder, doing nothing to blow his cover until then. This too me does not match my own observations, which is that a young violent murderer would not suddenly gain the craft necessary to commit stealthy murder. Rather, he would become more violent, and thus be caught much sooner.  Given the specifics of the plot, the identity of the murderer makes sense, but it would have been more realistic had the perpetrator turned out to be a clever adult, rather than a precocious child.

Finally, I want to commend Rosalyn Landor, who reads this audio book. Although I was naturally skeptical about her decision to attempt to read each characters lines in the voice he or she would use, (it’s always risky for women to attempt men’s voices and vice versa) she pulled it off. There are multiple characters, with different ages, regional dialects, social status, and nationality, and she made them stand out well. I found that as I went along, I could even distinguish between brothers in her characterization, without being told who was speaking. A highly impressive performance, in my opinion. Well done.

This was a perfect book for a long and somewhat boring drive, and would have been a good read under any circumstances.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Railroaded: The Transcontinentals and the Making of Modern America by Richard White

Source of book: Borrowed from the Library

One of the great things about reading history is that one can gain a perspective that often gets lost in the immediacy of the now. This book is a great example of this.

Clocking in at 517 pages, plus appendices and extensive end notes, this book was a pretty long read. However, it is well written, and much less dry than it could have been.

My number one take-away from this book: our current politicians and corporate insiders are rank amateurs compared with the true professionals of the Gilded Age. Our corruption looks like chump change compared to what went on then, and our worst corporate offenders are completely incompetent at lining their own pockets compared to this era of the American past.

For all the (legitimate) complaints about inequality in our present time, it is good to note that the true age of inequality and fantastic fortunes was in fact the Gilded Age. (This New York Times chart is pretty amazing. It lists the 30 wealthiest Americans, adjusted for inflation. The list is dominated by Gilded Age figures, many of which were associated with the railroads. Likewise, on a worldwide basis, dictators throughout history and Gilded Age magnates fill most of the list.)

The Gilded age dates roughly from the 1870s to the turn of the century, and is, among other things, the era in which the United States expanded its control over more territory and at a faster pace than ever before. The Transcontinental Railroads were a significant factor in this expansion. However, as this book shows, they were also instrumental in the rise of the modern corporation - and all the good and ill that resulted - and in the rise of the modern independent press and labor unions as well.

Plenty of books have been written about the actual construction of the railroads, and they are fascinating. That story is well worth reading. This book takes a look at the inner dynamics of the process, from finance to corruption, from labor disputes, to the eventual bankruptcy of most of the roads. You will not read much about the engineering feats, or the driving of spikes. You will read about bribes, dirty dealing, creative finance, strikes, and the personalities of the major players. Financiers Jay Cooke and J. P. Morgan. Influential politicians such as Salmon Chase and Roscoe Conkling. Railroad magnates Jay Gould, Collis Huntington, Charles Frances Adams, Edward Harriman, and Leland Stanford.

While these stories alone would make this book worth reading, I also thought that the author did an amazing job at making the basics of corporate finance - and the corrupt shenanigans that looted the railroads - both clear and understandable. How do stocks and bonds work? Why would one use subsidiary corporations? What difference does a government guarantee of loans make in real life? These are all in this book, and much more clear than most financial writing, far better than anything you will find in newspapers and magazines these days.

When I was a young teen, probably early high school, my mother became concerned that I failed to understand the downsides of capitalism. I would amend that now to say the downsides of corporatism and government favoritism (these are so often confused these days). So, she encouraged me to read Frank Norris’ The Octopus, which tells in fictional form many of the abuses of the Southern Pacific Railroad. (Side note: at the time, I lived in Los Angeles, but now live in California’s San Joaquin Valley, the setting of the book.)

While The Octopus had its flaws, it did lead to a better understanding of the problems of monopoly and government favoritism.

The first thing to understand about the building of the various western railroads is that they were not done by private individuals, using their own money, or built in response to customer demand. Rather, they were initiated by a government policy, heavily subsidized through loan guarantees and breathtaking land grants. They were supported up to and including the eventual bankruptcies of most by government bailouts. And, like modern financial institutions, their troubles resulted in significant financial collapse in the rest of the economy. As such, they make a good parallel with the modern banking system. However, after reading this book, I again must conclude that the railroad debacle was far worse, and far more sinister than the more recent case. Perhaps most damning: while insiders made some money off of the banks and bailouts, it was insignificant compared to the fortunes made by the fortunate railroad insiders at the expense of both the government and the railroads themselves. As the author puts in the introduction, “The best way to understand the transcontinentals’ simultaneous failure as businesses and success as sources of individual fortunes for insiders is to regard them not as new businesses devoted to the efficient sale of transportation but rather as corporate containers for financial manipulation and political networking.”

I found it amazing that throughout the book, vast sums of money changed hands between the railroad lobbyists and various politicians, while both sides maintained that they were utterly upright, and had done nothing wrong. The relationships “were a kind of Victorian financial seduction full of high minded declarations of principles, real patriotism and sacrifice, mutual reassurances of rectitude, and dubious dealings.”

What did the railroads gain from the United States Government? First of all, they probably would never have been able to attract investment had the loans not been guaranteed by the government. (Shades of Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac, to be sure.) However, the most amazing subsidy was the land grants. (I read about these in The Octopus, but never grasped the scope.)

The government agreed to grant alternate sections of land to the railroads, on the sides of their right-of-way. The author uses the excellent illustration of a checkerboard. The railroad got the dark squares. Except that it extended 10 miles on each side of the railroad. The railroad would receive 12,800 acres for every mile it built.

To show the breathtaking scope of this grant, if one were to add together all of the land granted to all of the railroads into a single state, it would be the third largest state. Larger than either California or Montana, and only barely smaller than Texas. And this was just given away to the railroads as an inducement to build. (The author notes that a similar plan was used in Canada and Mexico - the pattern was the same.) Of course, this is even worse when one realizes that much of this land was stolen from the Native Americans by force and fraud.

Also disturbing was the way that the insiders in each railroad looted the corporations for their own profit. Most of the insiders (I use the term as it best describes the controlling shareholders and founders) contributed very little of their own money. They would found the railroad corporation, then found a second company (or companies in some cases) that would then contract to build the lines. These secondary companies would charge double the actual cost, collecting half in cash, and the rest in railroad stocks and bonds. Then, as the railroads would receive income, it would go to pay the bond interest and dividends, this enriching the insiders while making the railroads themselves financially shaky.

Since the railroad bonds were in many cases guaranteed by the government, there was little if any risk to the insiders. Again, this was the beginning of the scheme whereby the risk of loss was public (through government guarantees) while the profits accrued to private individuals - primarily the insiders. Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac are the best modern examples of this problem. However, while some individual investors made some money (and AIG didn’t fail like it should), the amount of benefit was miniscule compared with the vast fortunes that Jay Gould and Collis Huntington (the richest of the bunch) and others were able to make out of the scheme.

One of the reasons that the Gilded Age magnates were able to utilize the largesse of the government was that there was little in the way of free press. Many newspapers were easily controlled, either by a political party or a wealthy corporation or individual. However, in 1846, a consortium of seven New York newspapers banded together to centralize the gathering and dissemination of foreign news. This group eventually became the Associated Press, which in turn became the most significant independent news source, and a significant counterpoint to the power of the railroads. (Also interesting - and odd - was the fact that William Randolph Hearst, of all people, was also a fairly independent voice that often went against railroad power. Who knew that a “yellow journalist” would embrace such a role?)

The other significant counterweight to the power of the railroads was the newly formed labor unions. The chapter on the unions and the strikes of the 1890s was fascinating to me.

First, the theory behind labor at that time was that a democracy required individuals “each with a moral right to control his own labor.” The union was a response to the amalgamation of power within the corporation. By combining the force of individuals, there would be an effective counterweight to the corporate power.

I am generally on the conservative side of the political spectrum, at least as the spectrum exists today. However, I have mixed feelings about unions in general. If unions these days resembled the unions of the Gilded Age, I probably would be on their side most of the time. I do believe that there should be a strong counterweight to the power of capital, and organized labor at that time accomplished some amazing things, from workplace safety to the standard eight hour day.

In our modern times, however, unions are on the decline in the private sector. Some of this is due to the fact that unions have fundamentally changed the nature of labor relations, and many large corporations are fearful enough of unionizing that they seek to keep employees happy to prevent it. (Walmart is an example, as is Whole Foods.) At the lower end of the economic scale, the rise of undocumented labor has gutted the leverage of the unions, since the threat of deportation outweighs the advantage of organization. Thus, those that most need the power of a union are not really able to use it.

The one area of unionization that has grown is that of government unions. My opinion of these is somewhat colored by my father’s days working for the Federal Government, in which the union primarily functioned as a free defense for incompetent and lazy employees. The problem is that there is no counterweight to the union. In the private sector, the corporation itself (and the shareholders) profit from squeezing labor. There is a strong incentive to profit at the expense of workers. In the governmental situation, the decision makers (the elected officials) do not gain from keeping labor costs low. If anything, they gain from campaign contributions, which come from organizations. Government unions are a powerful organization (here in California, the prison guard’s union is a major player in lobbying for criminal laws and penalties), but there is no corresponding organization to represent the taxpayers. Thus, mostly middle and upper middle class workers reap the benefits of unions these days, with those lower on the socioeconomic ladder unable to do so. It just seems backwards to me.

One more thing really stood out in the story of the labor disputes: blacks and other minorities were not able to join the union, and were looked on as the enemy.

Lots of interesting stuff here. I have a friend (and fellow musician) whose grandfather (or great grandfather?) was a “coolie,” a Chinese laborer on the Central Pacific Railroad. He helped build the section from Sacramento, California, to Ogden, Utah. Chinese labor was crucial to the western section of the railroad, but they were loathed by most whites. The rhetoric often parallels that used against blacks from the civil war on, and also the rhetoric used against Latino labor these days. Most appalling was the claim that Chinese women, by virtue of the fact that they were often kept as prostitute sex slaves, were a threat to virtuous white boys. However, there were also the usual claims that they degraded the labor market, undercut prices (presumably because they preferred to eat, but whatever), and were a subhuman class compared to the virtuous white man, providing for his family.

I found it interesting that, while the Chinese were the main target (including some thoroughly awful laws) in the West, the list of “undesirables” targeted by the unions included blacks, Italians, Jews (surprise, surprise), Eastern Europeans, and my ancestors, the Scandinavians. (Yes indeed. My ancestors, Scandinavian and German Mennonite, immigrated in the 1890s, and settled along the route of the Great Northern Railroad and others. Interesting historical fact: at that time, fully 15 percent of the residents of the United States were immigrants. It has never been that high since, and is now far below that number.)

If this book is available at your library, I highly recommend reading it. In general, it avoids being preachy or partisan. It lays out the facts with minimal attempts to correlate the past to the present. The book is well researched and documented, and contains significant content from the writings of the major players in the transcontinental railroads. This is one of the better non-fiction books I have read in the last several years, and I have read some good ones. This one will shed some much-needed light on a significant time in history, one whose consequences and rhetoric still dominate our politics today.

Note on the wealthiest Americans in history:

Out of the list of 30, 26 made their fortune in the 1800s, 22 of them during the Gilded Age. Jay Gould and Collis Huntington and several others profited directly from the graft associated with the transcontinentals, several others profited off of easter railroads, and others such as George Pullman indirectly benefited from the railroads. Others got rich in the financial markets, which also benefited from the railroad subsidies, such as J. P. Morgan.

The modern names on this list were more likely to make their money without government subsidies. Beginning with Henry Ford, and including Sam Walton and Bill Gates, these men built their businesses by bringing affordable goods to the masses. Warren Buffett is the possible exception, as he made his fortune in financial markets rather than the direct production or sale of goods.

I also recommend keeping an eye on Buffett for a modern-day railroad issue. If the Keystone Petroleum Pipeline is not approved, that oil will move by railroad. (The rate has increased significantly over the last couple of years.) The road that moves most of this traffic is the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad. Whose controlling shareholder is...wait for it...Berkshire Hathaway. Just something to watch.

Note on further reading:

There are two works of fiction that I want to read regarding the railroads. The first is Mark Twain’s The Gilded Age, which gave its name to the era. I own this book, so I have no excuse not to read it in the near future. (Ok, other than the fact that I have a huge pile of books on my list.)

The second is The Way We Live Now, a book considered by some to be Anthony Trollope’s masterpiece. I am a huge fan of Trollope, and intend to collect all of his novels. I don’t own this one yet, but I’ll try to find a good used hardback somewhere. It will be interesting to see how a Brit handles an American issue.


  Previous Mark Twain reviews:

Tom Sawyer
Pudd’nhead Wilson

Previous Anthony Trollope reviews:

Dr. Thorne
He Knew He was Right
The Barchester Chronicles (TV miniseries)

Note on The Octopus:

The main flaw of the book is not its over-the-top sensationalism, although that is annoying. Like much of early Twentieth Century realist writing, it does take itself just a bit too seriously. The real problem is that it portrays both the CEO of the railroad and the local railroad agent as supernaturally competent, sinister figures. While there is no doubt that the railroads caused the hardships described, and that the profit motive certainly led to the attempt to squeeze every penny out of the farmers, the actual history of the railroads reveals that they were badly mismanaged, and that even after the fact no one could figure out what they actually made or spent. The books were so badly kept that it is a wonder the railroads ever survived. Scott Adams’ observation in The Dilbert Principle (one of the best books about corporate incompetence ever written, in my opinion) that the only reason the corporate world works at all is that the incompetence cancels itself out is the only possible explanation.

Note on Collis Huntington:

After reading this book, I have little good to say about either Leland Stanford or Collis Huntington, the two figures that dominated the railroads in my home state of California. (The Central Pacific and the Southern Pacific.) However, both of them left behind significant legacies that at least partially make up for their looting of the Federal Government and California farmers. Stanford founded Stanford University in honor of his son, who died young while on a European trip.

Huntington, after the death of his first wife, married the much younger Arabella, who may have borne his illegitimate child. After Collis’ death, Arabella would go on to marry Collis’ nephew Harry, who had a fortune of his own from Los Angeles real estate and cable car ventures. Unlike Collis, who preferred to live back east, Harry and Arabella purchased land in the Pasadena area, and proceeded to make an extensive collection of books and art. This collection and their estate is now the Huntington Library and Gardens. If you are ever in the area, this is a great place to visit. We try to go every year. We take advantage of the monthly free days, so, in essence, we are taking back just a little of the looted funds. The library is amazing, and they often have great traveling exhibits. (Also, this is the home of Thomas Gainsborough’s Blue Boy, and Thomas Lawrence’s Pinkie, which are impressive in person.)  I also love the Copley, Sargent, and Cassatt works. A highlight from a couple of years back was William Blake’s illustrations of Paradise Lost. And, one could spend several days just exploring the extensive and beautiful gardens.

The one great legacy of the Gilded Age was the fact that many of the wealthy established foundations for the support of the arts that endure today. Of the moderns, I am most impressed by Bill Gates for his use of his money to attempt to make the third world a better place.

My lovely wife at the Huntington Gardens, 2012


 
 My youngest, playing at the Children's Garden, 2012. This is a great place to take the kids.

My older daughters, with some beautiful delphiniums, Huntington Gardens, 2012.

Spring flowers. There is no end to spectacular horticulture at the Huntington - particularly during the spring.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Source of book: I own this.

As regular followers of this blog recall, I participate in an online book club, hosted by my friend Carrie at readingtoknow.com. This is our second year, and we are focusing on classics - an even mix of adult and children’s books. This month’s selection was chosen by Shonya at learninghowmuchidontknow.blogspot.com.

This is my third time through The Scarlet Letter. The first occurred at somewhere around age ten or eleven, when my mother read it to my siblings and me. Since I am the oldest, my brother and sister would have been even younger. The book did make an impression on me, as did my mother’s commentary on the Puritans and witch hunts.

(Side note: I got my love of literature from my mother, who was an avid reader from a young age. I remember reading Laura Ingalls Wilder and C. S. Lewis together as some of my earliest memories. We read David Copperfield when I was all of nine - my sister would have been five. I doubt I remember everything, but I can remember Huckleberry Finn, Christy, The Prince and the Pauper. Although we didn’t read it together, my mother also convinced me to read The Octopus, Frank Norris’ novel on the railroad monopolies, when she thought that I was too much of a doctrinaire capitalist. This was serious stuff, and I believe it taught me critical thinking skills early. I had to grapple with opposing ideas and the real life consequences of those ideas. I still look back on those days fondly, and I know that my horizons were broadened as a result.)


I re-visited The Scarlet Letter in high school. It was assigned as our full-length novel in American Literature. I took a set of video courses in high school since neither of my parents was confident teaching algebra. While the English teacher for grades ten and twelve was excellent (Mr. Collins, I wish every teacher was like you!), the one for grade eleven, and thus American Literature, was merely passable. He was young, and everything was “by the book”, so I didn’t feel like I really gained that much from the second time through.

This reading, at more than twice the age of the last, added a few extra layers that I had not noticed before. I will discuss the life of Anne Hutchinson in detail in a note below. At the time of my first and second readings, I had also never really experienced real life Puritans, so it was difficult to entirely relate to Hawthorne’s dislike. True, they had this morbid focus on avoiding pleasure, and they killed (mostly) old women in a frenzy, but surely people weren’t like that now. Were they? And nobody really wanted to emulate them, right?

In the intervening years, my experiences with the Christian Patriarchy movement, and later, the events of 9/11 and what followed made this book make far more sense. In addition, in the course of reading this book, I have spend some additional time looking into what the Puritans believed, and how they responded to the events and ideas of their time.

Although Hawthorne was a contemporary of Charles Dickens, his writing is best understood as being of the earlier Romantic Era, and thus more of a kin to the dark works of the Bronte sisters, or the epics of Sir Walter Scott, than the more realistic works of the Victorians. I personally have a soft spot for Hawthorne’s other great novel, The House of Seven Gables, which may (or may not) have the same depth of psychology, but which explores the issues of greed, grudges, and forgiveness. Thus, it is a mistake to approach The Scarlet Letter as a realistic work. The events are clearly too coincidental to be taken literally, and the characters are exaggerated.

Hawthorne himself commented that The Scarlet Letter might succeed as an opera. Truly, it would have been ideal, as it follows generally the “opera plot”, as described by the delightfully snarky George Bernard Shaw as “the soprano and the tenor wishing to make love but being prevented by the baritone.” (Insert the correct parts for Hester, Arthur, and Roger here...) And certainly, such an opera should have been composed by Verdi. There is really no other choice.

I find it fascinating that Hawthorne had his own baggage about the Puritans. His ancestor, John Hathorne, was the sole judge at the Salem Witch Trials that never doubted that he was right, and felt no remorse about the whole thing. Hawthorne was embarrassed enough that he added the “w” to his name, to obscure the connection. I imagine Hawthorne’s feeling was somewhat like having a Nazi ancestor who maintained the rectitude of the Final Solution to the bitter end. (Many have written cogently about the social implications of the burning of witches. Those targeted were typically old women with no family to support them or defend them, and who were thus looked on as a burden to society.  Really manly stuff there, Puritans.)

As I see it, Hawthorne had two parallel points that he made in this book. The first was personal, and is made explicit in the last chapter, when he advises, “Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred.” This call for a lack of hypocrisy is both admirable, and yet, in the context of the narrative, unattainable.

It is true that hypocrisy destroys. It destroys Arthur Dimmesdale most obviously. His body cannot withstand the weight of his guilt, and all of the good he does for others means mere death to him. It destroys Roger Chillingworth, as whatever good he once had is subsumed into hatred for Arthur. It destroys Puritan society. The book makes it clear that many, many, are guilty of even Hester’s sin, and yet they ignore it, living in hypocrisy which manifests itself - as it always does - in the draconian shaming and punishment of those caught in sin. However, it is far from clear that confession leads to freedom either. Hester may gain some measure of freedom in her own conscience from her “true” existence, but she pays a heavy social and personal price. She can never rise above her sin, and her child continues to bear her mother’s shame throughout the book. Likewise, Arthur’s confession accomplishes little. He dies, and his legacy is forgotten just as it would be with others of a more pure heart. Puritan society learns nothing from this incident, and would go on to burning “witches” within a few years.

As I thought about this more, it occurred to me that in a way, Hester is the greatest hypocrite of them all - and she has no choice but to be one. Puritan society mandates that she play the role of the “fallen woman”, even though the majority of her life doesn’t fit that role. The real her, if you will, is the woman who is generous to the poor, who comforts the suffering and dying, and supports herself and her child through hard work. But she cannot simply be that person, because it has been decreed that she be an object lesson to everyone else of the need to punish sexual sin.

So why is there no good that results? One potential answer is that there is no forgiveness. There are two problems that arise from the Puritan legalism. (And make no mistake, the Puritans were hard core legalists. I allude to “preparationism” below in my note. This focus on making oneself “worthy” of salvation is at the heart of Puritan exclusionism and hypocrisy. ) The first problem is that a legalist focuses on the sins of others, so that he or she feels “good” by comparison. Thus, the legalist is able to have a self image of superiority. Second, and related, is the inability of a legalist to forgive the transgressions of others. After all, they are simply not worthy, or they would have been “good” like the legalist. There is much more to be said here, but it might have to be the subject of a full post.

Thus, Hester cannot be forgiven, despite her years of good - even saint-like behavior. She is an adulterer, and thus can never be thought of as good. Likewise, Arthur’s reputation as a saint is both deserved and undeserved. From the Puritan point of view, he should have been reviled, and never allowed to hold his head up ever again. Had they known of his sin. However, without that knowledge, his deeds were in fact admirable. He was a good pastor, a kind man, admirable except for his one fall. Hawthorne gets this one absolutely right. Society's opinion of Hester and Arthur has nothing to do with their actual merits. It has everything to do with perception. Since the Puritan society can neither realize that it is as sinful as Hester, nor forgive her for her lapse, it must continue to judge based on externals rather than on the criteria that really matter.

With society unable to forgive, the drama focuses on Hester, Arthur, and Roger. Their thoughts, noble or dark, are on display, and we are invited to contemplate how we would behave in each situation. Would we choose to run, as Hester tries to do? Would we continue in hypocrisy as Arthur does, or confess in shame as he eventually does? Would we seek to destroy those who have wronged us, and sell our souls as Roger does? These are not easy questions, and Hawthorne knows that there is no easy, tidy answer.

The second point is about society itself. I feel I missed much of this on my earlier readings because I lacked the background knowledge, and thus Hawthorne’s clever allusions to the issues.

First, he sets up the societal question with a reference to the “Utopia of human virtue” that the Puritans have attempted to set up, while he at the same time references Anne Hutchinson as a saint. As I note below, I completely missed this, because I had no idea who Anne Hutchinson was, and had no internet to look it up.

Later, Hawthorne states outright exactly what this “Utopia of human virtue” was like in real life. When Chillingworth, Hester’s missing husband, shows up at the moment of her public shaming, an unnamed townsman says, “Truly, friend, and methinks it must gladden your heart, after your troubles and sojourn in the wilderness, to find yourself, at length, in a land where iniquity is search out, and punished in the sight of rulers and people; as here in our godly New England.”

In many ways, I cannot think of a more clear statement of exactly why I fear a totalitarian theocracy. Here are united in unholy alliance, a morbid focus on the “iniquity” of other people, and the temporal power to hunt down and eliminate it. There is something terrifying about a self-righteous group, sure that it alone holds the knowledge of the truth, with the power and desire to eliminate all opponents. That way lie the burning of heretics and witches. Lest I be accused of being unfair to religious totalitarianism, let me note that Raymond Aron convincingly describes Communism as a religion of its own (substituting “the end of history,” aka fate, for a supreme being). I would note that Nazism also qualifies under this criteria. The elements are a belief in the inevitable correctness of one’s ideology (and morality), the temporal power to crush all dissent, and the will to carry it through. The Inquisition, the Witch Trials, Stalin’s purges - all of these give evidence of the danger of the belief that it is excusable to slaughter those who refuse to honor the orthodoxy. As I note below, it was the trial of Anne Hutchinson - referred to by Hawthorne - that set the Puritans on the path to the Witch Trials, which would eventually destroy their attempts at theocracy.

Hawthorne also notes that Pearl, a mere innocent child, is punished every bit as much as Hester. The suspicion of bastards was hardly limited to the Puritans, of course. The law itself sought to eliminate illegitimacy by whatever means it could, even if it meant the starvation of bastards and the inevitable prostitution of abandoned mistresses. (Hugo portrays this quandary in his moving Les Miserables.) Shakespeare felt no qualms about casting the villain of Lear as a bastard - one who would naturally be irreverent of the higher powers. Thus, Pearl is believed to be of “demon origin.”  The other children are not permitted to play with her. She is cut off just as her mother is. (There is a definite trend in this direction in modern conservative Christian circles toward severe limiting of contact with “contaminated” outsiders - something I did not notice as a child since I had a wide variety of friends. Including children born out of wedlock. We didn’t do the isolation dance, even when I was older. But make no mistake, a key belief in these circles is the need to isolate children from anyone who might be a “bad influence,” and this very much includes those from single parent or divorced families.)

Pearl serves as an example of this prejudice, to be sure, but she also serves as a sort of prototype for what the author views as the strong woman that would emerge after the fall of the Puritans. Beginning with Anne Bradstreet, whose poems I read concurrently with this book, there arose in the colonies, and later in the emergent United States, a feminist undercurrent, which would eventually give rise to women’s suffrage. It is no accident that Hawthorne mentions these ideas within the book. Hester allows her mind to expand while she is left to her ignominious solitude.

Much of the marble coldness of Hester’s impression was to be attributed to the circumstance that her life had turned, in a great measure, from passion and feeling, to thought. Standing alone in the world,—alone, as to any dependence on society, and with little Pearl to be guided and protected—alone, and hopeless of retrieving her position, even had she not scorned to consider it desirable,—she cast away the fragments of a broken chain. The world’s law was no law for her mind. It was an age in which the human intellect, newly emancipated, had taken a more active and a wider range than for many centuries before. Men of the sword had overthrown nobles and kings. Men bolder than these had overthrown and rearranged—not actually, but within the sphere of theory, which was their most real abode—the whole system of ancient prejudice, wherewith was linked much of ancient principle. Hester Prynne imbibed this spirit. She assumed a freedom of speculation, then common enough on the other side of the Atlantic, but which our forefathers, had they known of it, would have held to be a deadlier crime than that stigmatized by the scarlet letter. In her lonesome cottage, by the seashore, thoughts visited her, such as dared to enter no other dwelling in New England; shadowy guests, that would have been as perilous as demons to their entertainer, could they have been seen so much as knocking at her door.

That Hawthorne considered a break in the “ancient prejudice” of the belief in the congenital inferiority of women can be seen by the lines a few paragraphs in.

Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind, with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting, even to the happiest among them? As concerned her own individual existence, she had long ago decided in the negative, and dismissed the point as settled. A tendency to speculation, though it may keep woman quiet, as it does man, yet makes her sad. She discerns, it may be, such a hopeless task before her. As a first step, the whole system of society is to be torn down, and built up anew. Then, the very nature of the opposite sex, or its long hereditary habit, which has become like nature, is to be essentially modified, before woman can be allowed to assume what seems a fair and suitable position. Finally, all other difficulties being obviated, woman cannot take advantage of these preliminary reforms, until she herself shall have undergone a still mightier change; in which, perhaps, the ethereal essence, wherein she has her truest life, will be found to have evaporated. A woman never overcomes these problems by any exercise of thought. They are not to be solved, or only in one way. If her heart chance to come upper-most, they vanish.

This is one reason that Hawthorne remains popular today. He understood the sexual dynamic at work here. I was surprised to see that even this early, Hawthorne notes a concept that I had thought of as more modern. This is the dichotomy known as the Madonna and the Slut. A woman must position herself in one of these two categories, or society will do it for her. Either she fully embraces her societal role as a wife and mother, or she is considered to be sexually dangerous. Hawthorne specifically compares Hester on the scaffold to the Madonna, while noting her status as a fallen woman. He has just mentioned Anne Hutchinson, and this is no accident. Hutchinson largely fit the “Madonna” conception. She had a large family, worked as a midwife, and was generally accepted by society. However, she refused to stay in that box, and started discussing and teaching theology with other women. Before long, she was being publicly accused of having orgies. If only one could write this off as a relic of the past. Within the Christian Patriarchy movement, there is a strong belief against sending females to college. After all, their acceptable role is that of wife and mother. I also recall that there was a common fear that was used as a tool. “If your daughter goes to college, she will be pregnant in two years.” Or its variant, that she would become a lesbian. Someone within the movement said that recently (I can’t find where I saw it now) but it has been used over and over. I remember hearing it as a child even before our time in the Patriarchy movement. I am thankful that my parents (and my in-laws) strongly rejected this idea, and encouraged the girls to seek an education. I will also note that college did not result in promiscuity. It was just the pernicious dichotomy resurrected for a new generation. (See my note below for more on this issue.)

Finally, at the very end of the book, when Hester returns to her home and life after Pearl is grown and married, she becomes a counsellor to young women like her former self.

She assured them, too, of her firm belief, that, at some brighter period, when the world should have grown ripe for it, in Heaven’s own time, a new truth would be revealed, in order to establish the whole relation between man and woman on a surer ground of mutual happiness.

Hawthorne’s own marriage demonstrated his aim in this passage. He wrote that she "is, in the strictest sense, my sole companion; and I need no other—there is no vacancy in my mind, any more than in my heart... Thank God that I suffice for her boundless heart!"

I love that he mentions his mind as well as his heart. The view of a woman, not just as one to be loved, but an intellectual equal, was still revolutionary in Hawthorne’s day, when most men believed that a true intellectual friendship was only possible with other men. In Hester’s time, it was unthinkable. Women who dared to act intellectually either did so carefully and with subterfuge like Anne Bradstreet; or, they paid the price like Anne Hutchinson.

I have a few final thoughts. Pearl’s personality didn’t make much of an impression on me during my earlier readings. Probably, I just wasn’t that interested in seven year old girls. Now that I have daughters of my own, I recognize her. Because one (and maybe all) of my daughters share her traits. My middle daughter, in particular, could be described here:

In the little chaos of Pearl’s character, there might be seen emerging—and could have been, from the very first—the steadfast principles of an unflinching courage,—an uncontrollable will,—a sturdy pride, which might be disciplined into self-respect—and a bitter scorn of many things, which, when examined, might be found to have the taint of falsehood in them.

Perhaps Hawthorne has explained why my daughters are like this, though:

There was fire in her and throughout her; she seemed the unpremeditated offshoot of a passionate moment.

As I explain to those who jokingly ask how I ended up with five children, each of my children was conceived in a reckless moment of wild, completely irresponsible passion...

Note on the life of Anne Hutchinson:

Nathaniel Hawthorne mentions a name at the beginning of The Scarlet Letter, a name which recurs later in the book. I do not remember noticing this name as a child, when my mother read this book to us. Likewise, I do not recall that it made much of an impression when I re-read the book for my literature class in my junior year of high school. Of course, this was before the internet became ubiquitous, so I would have been less likely to pause and look up an unfamiliar name.

The name is that of Anne Hutchinson. Who was she, and why did Hawthorne draw an intentional parallel between her and Hester Prynne?

Anne Hutchinson was one of the central figures in the “Antinomian Controversy” of the 1630s in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Without getting into the theology too much, the question was about the relative roles of law and grace in salvation and the Christian life. Martin Luther was accused of antinomianism, as were many of the early protestants such as the anabaptists. (My ancestors, the Mennonites, were also labeled with the epithet, as were the Quakers.) The general belief was that salvation was through grace alone, without works, and that the law was no longer binding after salvation. The Puritans emphasized the need for good works for proof of salvation, and, in a key difference, held to a doctrine of “preparationism.” This meant a list of good works that a person should do to prepare themselves to be worthy of salvation. In addition, the Puritans laid a great emphasis on judging a person’s spiritual state by their outward works. I don’t have a problem with looking for a person’s “fruit,” and neither do most “antinomians,” but the fruit of the Spirit, as defined in Galatians, looks vastly different from that required by legalistic groups, from the Puritans to the modern day Patriarchists. Then, as now, there was an emphasis on unquestioning agreement with authorities, bans on dancing and holidays, restrictions on acceptable clothing, and rigid gender roles.

As would be expected, there was no love lost between the groups. The Puritans accused the free grace group of being libertines (although there is no evidence that they actually lived differently from the Puritans) while the free grace group accused the Puritans of adhering to a “covenant of works.”  If this had been the sole source of controversy, it probably would not have boiled over the way it did. The free grace group also advocated for a degree of equality for women, particularly in spiritual matters. Anne held studies at her house, wherein she and an eventually large group of women discussed scripture and sermons and theology. This was not considered a particularly proper role for a woman - at least by the Puritans. Things went downhill from there, particularly regarding the accusations thrown at Anne, who by all accounts was a virtuous and charitable person, much like Hawthorne’s portrayal of Hester Prynne. Nevertheless, the worst of the accusers claimed she hosted orgies at her house, and communed with the devil - the usual rot directed at non-conformist women at the time.

Feeding all of this was a political feud between former governor Henry Vane (who supported the free grace group) and current governor John Winthrop, a prominent Puritan. This fatal combination of church and state led to things boiling over in a war of rhetoric and accusations about who was a qualified minister - or wasn’t.

Hutchinson was put on trial for what boiled down to heresy, along with ministers John Cotton and John Wheelwright, who were also accused of sedition (for publicly speaking against the established pastors. At that time, pastors were paid by the State, and were thus government officials.) Poet Anne Bradstreet’s husband Simon, who would later become governor himself, was technically on the prosecution side, nevertheless sympathized with the defendants, and would later advocate for free speech rights. It is his record of the trial that is the source of much of what we know about the dispute.

At first, during the trial, Hutchinson was able to deflect most of the accusations. Unlike her co-defendants, she had never committed herself in a public forum, speaking only in her own home. Winthrop, who seems to have taken a violent dislike to her personally, grilled her on theology. (Much of this was recorded by Simon Bradstreet) The general consensus is that she held her own quite well, and probably bested Winthrop in her knowledge of the Bible and of theology. Winthrop did not take this well, and spent pages in his diary pouring forth bile about her. However, it is unclear how the trial would have ended had Anne not made a fatal misstep. She requested permission to address the court and tell it the truth. (Lawyers everywhere are slamming their heads on their desks at this point. It is NEVER a good thing when a client in a criminal matter wishes to take the stand. Bad things just happen.) Anne took the opportunity to say exactly what she thought of Winthrop, the Puritans, and predicted that God would avenge her. This was definitely not the best course of action, particularly once she attacked elected officials such as Winthrop and the state-employed clergy.. (We forget, living in a nation with the right to criticise those in power, that this was once a serious crime.) As a result, she was banished from the colony. She would also face a church trial, at which she refused to recant, and was excommunicated.

She and her family fled, settling first in the fledgling colony of Rhode Island (founded to provide freedom for religious dissenters), and eventually in what is now the Bronx, but was savage wilderness at the time.

Soon after her exile, she suffered from what we now believe is a hydatidiform mole, a pregnancy gone wrong. (She had had fifteen children, and was nearing menopause.) Winthrop, in what has to be the low point of his career, wrote a particularly vicious and gloating letter, claiming that deformed doctrine led to deformed pregnancies, also mocking another woman in the movement for having a miscarriage.

The saga has a sad ending. Anne and her younger children were murdered by Native American raiders, along with a number of other residents of the area. John Winthrop undoubtedly would have considered this a fitting end for a disgraceful heretic.

History did have the last laugh, however. Hutchinson would be the ancestor of no fewer than three United States Presidents: Franklin Roosevelt, George H. W. Bush, and George W. Bush. Also descended from her are presidential candidates Stephen Douglas and Mitt Romney and Chief Justice of the Supreme Court Melville Weston Fuller. Most interesting of all, from a lawyer’s perspective, her bloodline would unite with that of Anne and Simon Bradstreet in the person of Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., to this day one of the most influential American justices.

The Puritans did not fare so well. About fifty years later, they would follow up the figurative witch hunt against the outspoken Anne Hutchinson with a literal witch hunt that would leave dozens of innocent women dead, and faith in the wisdom of the Puritans forever shaken. As historian George Lincoln Burr would put it, "More than once it has been said, too, that the Salem witchcraft was the rock on which the theocracy shattered." From that point on, the colonies would begin to amend their constitutions to allow religious toleration, and move toward a consensus of freedom of speech, association, press, and religion which would eventually become the First Amendment of the Constitution of the new nation.

Additional note on Patriarchy and the Puritans:

Let me give a little more of my personal history here. I attended two “home churches” during my early twenties, before my wife and I began dating. The first was one that my family formed out of the blow-up of a small church caused by the pastor’s abusive behavior - and his attempted seduction of a church member. That group contained families that had been hurt, but was not solely those of us affiliated with the Gothard organization. It lasted for a year or so, at which point all of us went our separate ways amicably.

The next experience was not so positive. The group was a geographic spin-off of the home church led by Jonathan Lindvall. (My wife’s family spent time in that group. Perhaps some day I can convince her to share her unpleasant experiences there.) In my lengthy post on Patriarchy and White Supremacy, I laid out the connection to theologians writing prior to the Civil War. These theologians were in turn influenced by Puritan writers. The modern day Patriarchy movement venerates the Puritans, particularly their views on theocracy and the establishment of a utopian Christian society. They also mirror the Puritan's views of the proper place of women.

During the time I attended, a big meeting was held, triggered by a request that the leaders of the group clarify what women could and could not do. At that time, young and naive, I honestly believed that they would be open to considering the whole of scripture, rather than a single passage, so I accepted the invitation to participate. The decision, which was pretty much a foregone conclusion, was that women were not permitted to speak at all. They could not read scripture. They could not share what God had laid on their hearts. They could not ask questions. They certainly could not discuss theology. In fact, it was pretty well agreed that they should not discuss theology with each other - after all, women are naturally prone to be deceived. If they had questions, they could ask their husbands, and that was the end of the matter. I do recall that women were begrudgingly allowed to sing along with the music, but that was less due to a belief that they had that right than the fact that they sang better than the men, on average, so our singing would be terrible without them. I kid you not. “Quietness” was interpreted to mean utter silence. I can tell you that this is not unusual in Christian Patriarchy.

Need I even mention that no women were invited - or welcome - at this meeting? Their input was not desired, or considered of any value.

This was not the only parallel to the story of Anne Hutchinson and the Puritans that I observed. The groups that I was in viciously punished any and all women who failed to stay in their place. If a woman wanted to go outside her sphere and discuss things either intellectual or “male” such as cars or sports, she was quickly put in her place, and told that those topics were off limits. In addition, just as in the case of Anne Hutchinson, she would soon be accused of sexual misconduct. “Flirting” with the young men, for example. And unless she agreed to subsume her desires and stay in her box, she would eventually be cast from the group.

I discuss above the “Madonna/Slut” dichotomy, and it is my experiences and observation while part of these groups that let me to formulate something of this sort, although I did not actually discover that it was an idea propounded many years ago. It is completely predictable within these groups. The failure of a woman to conform and stay in the domestic box leads rapidly to a spurious accusation of sexual offenses. Every single time. Actual evidence doesn’t matter.

In a strikingly similar manner, any argument with a legalist over the meaning of grace will quickly move to the “orgy” argument. Every single time. Try it - and bring your stopwatch. The argument - just as it was with the Puritans - and those before them - is that if you don’t enforce the rules, the next thing you know, everybody will be having orgies. Or become lesbians. Or have lesbian orgies or something.

And, unsurprisingly, the “rules” are never about love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, or self control. Instead, they are about externals. Dressing a certain way. Avoiding undesirable people. Reading only certain books. Not celebrating Christmas (hello Puritans?). And more than anything else, keeping women in their box.

Soon after this, I left the group, asked an intelligent young woman on a date, and joined the Evangelical Free Church that we attend together with our family to this date. The Puritans would undoubtedly consider our theology to be dangerously antinomian. Even worse, we refuse to take a dogmatic position on predestination, so we have both Calvinists and Arminians in the same congregation. But don’t worry: we don’t have orgies.    

For a fascinating article on the parallel lives of Anne Bradstreet and Anne Hutchinson, see this post by the Poetry Foundation.