Tuesday, July 27, 2021

The Dispossessed by Ursula Le Guin

Source of book: Borrowed from the library

 

The reason I had to borrow this from the library is that it may just be the only Ursula Le Guin book that my second kid does not own. Last year, a legal colleague was downsizing his library due to a move, and let us take whatever we wanted. (Free books? Hell yes!) My kid is into SciFi, and grabbed all the Ursula Le Guin books he had. The Dispossessed, however, was not among the ones available. So, I had to go borrow it from the library or try to find it used. Since the only reasonably priced used ones were all cheap trade paperbacks, I decided to just go with the library. Maybe someday I spring for a new Library of America set of Le Guin…

 

Anyway, having devoured the Redwall books, followed by Harry Potter and everything Neil Gaiman ever wrote, she took to Le Guin with gusto. Last school year, all her classes were on Zoom, which worked fine for her, but she had to settle for giving digital pushback at her English teacher, who somehow managed to leave out all the female authors in the required reading. (Said teacher is female, and not exactly ultra-conservative, so how this happened is a mystery.) My kid’s most pointed critique was to choose Le Guin for her author profile, the big paper in second semester. And dang, did she put her heart into it. She must have read a dozen of the books, including the non-fiction stuff, and gave what I think was a college-level paper on Le Guin and her feminist views. Her teacher agreed. (I get to do proof-reading on my family’s school stuff - including my wife’s papers for her current classes, so I got to read this one.) This is the kid who could probably run a mid-size country already - takes after her mother. 

 

So, reading this Le Guin did mean a fun discussion with a kid, but I will confess that she is so far beyond me with this author that I am the learner now. 


 
The Dispossesed is part of the “Hainish” series of books. Sorry, “cycle.” I need to use the correct SciFi terminology, I suppose. Le Guin herself, however, didn’t consider them a cycle: "The thing is, they aren't a cycle or a saga. They do not form a coherent history. There are some clear connections among them, yes, but also some extremely murky ones." Perhaps better to understand them as taking place in the same universe, but not having a particularly connected history. 

 

There are a total of six novels in the Hainish Cycle, written between 1966 and 1974. The order in which they were written does not in any way correspond to the order of the internal chronology. For example, The Dispossessed was the last written, but the first in the chronology, which becomes apparent near the end of the book - the physics created/discovered by the main character leads to a key technology that appears in the earlier (or is that later?) books, namely the “ansible,” which enables instantaneous communication across the cosmos. (Basically, the “subspace” communication that Star Trek uses.) 

 

The central idea behind the world of these books is that earth (named “Terra” in the books) is not where humans arose. Rather, it was one of many interstellar colonies planted by the residents of the planet Hain. After the colonies were planted, something went wrong and Hain was unable for thousands of years to resume interstellar travel. Later, it resumed again, and established a sort of Federation of Planets that its colonies were free to join - or not - as they desired. In the meantime, each of the colonies has undergone millennia of physical and social evolution, leading to differences in the races and in the social organization (aka government) of each. This is certainly apparent in The Left Hand of Darkness, which I read several years ago. In that book, the hominoids are hermaphroditic - they display sexual characteristics once a month, and do not know if they will be male or female. Le Guin imagines both the social consequences of this, and also two warring governments on that planet, which kind of resemble ones we might know. 

 

Likewise, in The Dispossessed, there are some fairly recognizable governmental organizations, and some rather familiar political issues. 

 

As usual, I think Le Guin’s greatest strength is in imagining different worlds that are still recognizably human. There are no true utopias or true dystopias in this book, but a variety of human societies that differ greatly but seem entirely possible - even plausible. 

 

In this book, there are two planets, more or less. The home planet, Urras, has a variety of countries, but is dominated by two superpowers. One is A-Io, a capitalist and patriarchal system, which seems kind of like what you would get from the Republican views of the 1970s combined with Bill Gothard’s views of women. The result is that women are entirely relegated to the home, inequality and caste are the norm, and the government is (mostly) benignly authoritarian. I think “authoritarian capitalism” would be a good way to describe it. Markets are more or less free, but the military kills thousands of dissidents. This book was written in 1974, so before China moved away from a communist economy. A-Io in many ways sounds to me like current China, with single party rule and brutal crackdowns on dissent. 

 

The second superpower is Thu, and it is described in a way that makes it sound like a form of authoritarian communism, Soviet or Mao-era Chinese style. However, Thu is barely mentioned in the book beyond that, and we never get to actually visit it, so to speak. Very much like the cold war of the era in which the book was written, A-Io and Thu fight proxy wars in the various third world countries on Urras. 

 

The other planet, or moon perhaps, Annares, was originally uninhabited. It had a few mining bases, but no permanent population. At least until a visionary female philosopher and radical, Odo, started an anarchist movement in A-Io. Eventually, the way peace was established was that Odo’s followers chose self-exile on Annares, and created their own anarchist utopia, more or less. Because of the harsh living conditions, in fact, some sort of mutuality and cooperation was necessary, because survival was not assured, and a war or two would mean extinction. 

 

The Odonians didn’t do things halfway either. They invented their own language, their own system of computer-generated names, a computerized system to handle the mechanics of the society, making sure food was distributed equally, jobs were available to those who volunteered (with the social understanding that everyone needed to take turns at the essential functions of the society.) There is no private property, so therefore nothing to steal. Sexuality is by consent only, with no other regulation. (Although, in practice, Odo’s suspicion of enforced monogamy as part of a male power play against females meant that the society was structured in a way that made life harder for couples who wanted lifetime commitments - as the story amply demonstrates.) Other than the administrative functions, however, they had no government, no policing, no laws to enforce. Anarchy in the sense of “no hierarchy.” And, to a degree, it works. It isn’t Utopia, though, because it is inhabited by humans. And thus, social pressure turns out to be as stultifying as rules, bureaucracy stifles innovation and ideas through inertia, certain individuals somehow end up wielding disproportionate control on an unofficial basis. And, of course, xenophobia and fear of change get in the way of positive evolution. As the subtitle (later added) of the book indicates, this is an “Ambiguous Utopia.” 

 

One thing I felt wasn’t addressed in Le Guin’s exploration of an anarchist society is how the society deals with certain sorts of people. Specifically, how does it handle narcissists and sociopaths? Recent events here on our own planet really brought home that a significant number of human beings, for reasons I personally do not understand, are drawn to narcissists, and are more than willing to band together with sociopaths. Presumably, the book was too small of a medium to flesh out every part of the society, which I understand. But I am curious how, in practice, an egalitarian and common-good society handles those who are incapable of understanding, let alone acting, in the common good. 

 

Anyway, that is the world, but the story itself centers around Shevek, an Odonian physicist, based in part on Robert Oppenheimer (who was a good friend of Le Guin’s parents.) He is brilliant, idealistic, a bit antisocial, and never fits into Odonian society completely. He is close to a breakthrough in a new kind of physics, in which time is a circle, not a line. If this were to prove true, it would lead to both instantaneous communication across the universe, and possibly faster-than-light space travel. 

 

The Odonian society has no interest or use for Shevek’s ideas - they prefer their near-total isolation from the rest of the universe. (There is a ship from Urras which picks up minerals from the mines, and drops off things that cannot be grown or made on Anarres, but the people never really interact.) The most influential physicist on Anarres blocks Shevek’s work, takes credit for some, and generally covers up the fact that he has no original ideas. 

 

Shevek eventually manages to get his book published, however, and even sent to Urras, where it becomes a sensation. He wins a prize, but is unable to receive it due to the lack of communication between the planets. 

 

Eventually, having reunited with some of his childhood friends, they start their own press. This leads to social stigma for them as “egoists” and even “traitors.” Eventually, Shevek decides to go visit Urras himself, even though some Odonians threaten to kill him if he tries to return. 

 

On Urras, he is taken in by the wealthy intellectual class of A-Io. He teaches a class, and is given carefully curated tours of the highlights of that planet. One of the things that was most poignant about this part of the story was Shevek’s first experience of animals - particularly birds. These do not exist on Anarres, having not evolved there. Some plants can be transplanted - and have been - but for the most part, the ecosystems are so different that they have little in common. Shevek also marvels at the forests, and the abundance of water. 

 

As much fun as this is, Shevek realizes that he isn’t actually free on Urras. Rather, the two superpowers are playing a deadly game, each determined to get a hold of Shevek’s revolutionary physics. The problem for Shevek is twofold: first, he, as a non-propertarian, does not wish to sell. Second, he wants his ideas to benefit everyone, not be used for war or profit, as the Urrians wish. 

 

After a catastrophic drunken - and non-consensual - sexual encounter (alcohol isn’t a thing on Anarres, but Shevek violates the most serious rules of his own society), he decides to escape his prison and meet up with the anarchist movement in A-Io. After the military massacres the protesters, he is smuggled to the Terran embassy - due to the blockade, he had no idea that the Terrans and Hainish had contacted Anarres. This allows him to return home, but we never know exactly what his reception ends up being there. 

 

The book is structured in a way that matches Shevek’s concept of time. The book opens with his journey to Urras, and from then on, the even numbered chapters recount Shevek’s life on Anarres prior to the trip, while the odd numbered chapters tell about his experiences on Urras. The final chapter is his journey home, which, as I said, ends without closure. 

 

This particular type of ending is also used in The Left Hand of Darkness. The planet there meets the Hainish for the first time, but we never learn what happens next. I feel kind of like Le Guin loved to build the world, but didn’t know or didn’t wish to end her stories. The hanging ending could be seen as a cop-out, or as an invitation to imagine what happened next. In this book, there is a bit of what feels like a deux ex machina in the existence of the Terran embassy, which we do not know about until it has to save the day. It is defensible, but it feels a bit of an easy out. 

 

Another thing that feels a little off is that Le Guin, despite unquestionably being a feminist, and generally writing with feminism in mind, is that the main characters in both of these books are male, and female characters seem shunted to the side for the most part. I will admit that I am looking at this from the point of view of someone nearly a half century after the book was written. Now, nobody blinks at women writing SciFi, or at female characters being blockbusters. (Hunger Games, anyone?) Perhaps one of my older readers who read SciFi back in the day might have a bit of an idea if Le Guin felt she had to write male leads in order to sell books. 

 

One of the best parts about reading Le Guin is her thoughtful writing. While the language is easy to read and has a pleasing clarity, it is far from simplistic. She has thought through what she writes carefully. Here are the passages that stood out to me. 

 

Walls are a continual metaphor in the book, and they are used in various ways. 

 

Like all walls, it was ambiguous, two faced. What was inside it and what was outside depended upon which side of it you were on.

 

In this book, as in life, this is true. We keep ourselves imprisoned when we build walls to keep others out. 

 

As Shevek prepares to depart, a mob of protesters (the xenophobes of Anarres) gather, and the Urrian captain asks the female foreman about it. He is confident at least in his own safety. 

 

He patted the thing he wore on his belt, a metal object like a deformed penis, and looked patronizingly at the unarmed woman.

 

A bit relevant, perhaps?

 

Here is another zinger, as Shevek tries to understand Urrasti society. 

 

“You admit no religion outside the churches, just as you admit no morality outside the laws.”

 

This, in a nutshell, is fundamentalism. And authoritarianism. This is the moment when I realized that A-Io was in some ways the goal of the theocratic culture wars, and the justification for them. Fundies cannot imagine that a person could be governed by morality unless they admit the existence of a higher power. And they cannot imagine that humans might be connected with the Divine outside of an authoritative structure. It is almost as if they never even heard of Jesus Christ or something…

 

I also found a lot of my own experience in Shevek’s analysis of his own position. 

 

He was alone, here [on Urras], because he came from a self-exiled society. He had always been alone on his own world because he had exiled himself from his society. 

 

That’s kind of the way it feels to be an exvangelical. My former tribe (wrongly, in my view) chose to cut itself off from others in society. At the time, they were a majority, persecuting a minority, but the demographics, they are a’changin’. Because I was raised in a self-exiled group, when I was myself exiled, it felt - and still often feels - like I am a man without a tribe, without that connection. It’s not exactly true, but it isn’t untrue. 

 

Another interesting bit is the recounting of the history of Anarres. Once Urras depleted its own mines, it became relatively cheaper to mine the uninhabited moon of Anarres. 

 

In the Urrasti year IX, 738 a settlement was founded at the foot of the Ne Thera Mountains, where mercury was mined, in the old Ans Hos. They called the place Anarres Town. It was not a town, there were no women.

 

This is an interesting observation. Out here in the West, there are a lot of old mining “towns” that are now ghost towns. Some of these became genuine towns as Le Guin means it - they had women and families and children. But others were just settlements - they could not sustain themselves in any real way. 

 

There are a number of humorous passages about Shevek trying to understand and adapt himself to life on Urras. Everything about the culture is foreign, from the caste differences to the use of honorifics, to, well, the whole concept of money. 

 

At first all this seemed funny to him; then it made him uneasy. He must not dismiss as ridiculous what was, after all, of tremendous importance here. He tried to read an elementary economics text; it bored him past endurance, it was like listening to somebody interminably recounting a long and stupid dream. He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary. In a human sacrifice to a deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the money changers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men’s acts, even the terrible became banal. Shevek looked at this monstrous pettiness with contempt, and without interest. He did not admit, he could not admit, that in fact it frightened him. 

 

So much in that passage. One does wonder if the indigenous peoples of the Americas felt the same way on encountering European colonizers. And, I agree that it is a deeply impoverished worldview that assumes that people are only motivated by greed, laziness, and envy. In that sense, I think Odonian society is plausible - most of us do want to contribute to the good of society. We just don’t particularly like doing boring and unpleasant tasks for starvation wages so that other people can get filthy rich. And that is mischaracterized as “laziness,” particularly by the truly lazy wealthy when talking about the poor. 

 

I also thought that the analysis of Odonian society by Shevek’s friend Bedap is fascinating. It is easy to forget that most of our society isn’t governed by policing and laws, but by social pressures. Bedap explains to Shevek how Sabul, the lead physicist, is able to maintain control. 

 

“No. We have no government, no laws, all right. But as far as I can see, ideas never were controlled by laws and governments, even on Urras. If the had been, how would Odo have worked out hers? How would Odonianism have become a world movement? The archists tried to stamp it out by force, and failed. You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change. And that’s precisely what our society is doing! Sabul uses you where he can, and where he can’t, he prevents you from publishing, from teaching, even from working. Right? In other words, he has power over you. Where does he get it from? Not from vested authority, there isn’t any. Not from intellectual excellence, he hasn’t any. He gets it from the innate cowardice of the average human mind. Public opinion! That’s the power structure he’s part of, and knows how to use. The unadmitted, inadmissible government that rules the Odonian society by stifling the individual mind.”

 

Bedap goes on to say that even the educational system feeds this. Children learn to parrot Odo’s words as if they were laws, which is, of course, counter to the whole point. And then this:

 

“It’s always easier not to think for oneself. Find a nice safe hierarchy and settle in. Don’t make changes, don’t risk disapproval, don’t upset your syndics. It’s always easiest to let yourself be governed.” 

 

The irony of Fundamentalist/Evangelicalism is that it purports to believe in “grace,” to believe that Christ abolished the law, and so on. But what really has happened is what Bedap describes. Instead, it has taken to parsing every word of the humans who wrote the Bible and treating them as laws. Which is, as Bedap notes, counter to the whole point. And Bedap is right about why. It’s just easier to find a nice safe hierarchy and let others tell you what to do then to actually be morally brave and take responsibility for what one believes and does. (And man, is it scary to have no inscrutable god to give moral cover for bad behavior and bigotry…) 

 

Later, Bedap explains more about how this works. People rarely refuse a posting for a job, even if they do not want to do it, and even though they are in theory free to refuse. (This is how those with power who are threatened by Shevek’s ideas get him posted apart from Takver for years.) 

 

“[W]e’re ashamed to say we’ve refused a posting. That the social conscience completely dominates the individual conscience, instead of striking a balance with it. We don’t cooperate - we obey. We fear being outcast, being called lazy, dysfunctional, egoizing. We fear our neighbor’s opinion more than we respect our own freedom of choice. You don’t believe me, Tak, but try, just try stepping over the line, just in imagination, and see how you feel....We have created crime, just as the propertarians did. We force a man outside the sphere of our approval, and then condemn him for it. We’ve made laws, laws of conventional behavior, built walls all around ourselves, and we can’t see them, because they’re part of our thinking.” 

 

This really is the paradox, the tension between the good of the community and the good of the individual. As Jonathan Haidt put it, the question of the good of the bee versus the good of the hive. In bees, the hive always wins. Humanity is more complex - both matter, and matter a lot. And we humans know that. Where we have issues is typically in how we expect these two necessities to resolve. Right now, the problem the American Right Wing has is that its idea of “good of the community” is in following fundamentalist rules that don’t really work in our society, while refusing to act in the common good in other areas, such as, say vaccination and masks to stop Covid, or civil rights laws to protect LGBTQ people. 

 

Le Guin sees both sides here. Clearly, Anarres has some issues. Individual freedom is true in theory, but the society has ossified, leaving choice an illusion, and change difficult or impossible. Urras, though, is also problematic. The capitalistic system excludes the lower classes from a decent life, and its patriarchy denies women freedom to follow their callings. And both are better, in the view of the Terran, who destroyed their planet and nearly caused their own extinction, through out of control capitalism and war. No system is perfect. And, perhaps most importantly - Le Guin makes this clear - no system can or should be fixed and permanent. Change is essential, or you stop growing. Which means you stop living. Societies must grow and adapt and change and incorporate new ideas. Otherwise, ideas become laws, and laws prevent adaptation.  

 

There is a fairly extended musing on the nature of sexual freedom and choice, found in relation to Shevek’s life partnership with Takver. As usual, Le Guin writes both sides of the question, from the point of view of those who thrive on monogamy (like me) and those for whom “experiment is the soul of sexual pleasure.” Particular kudos to Le Guin for pointing out something obvious (yet widely denied or ignored): as many men as women prefer monogamy - and as many women as men prefer non-monogamy. Also, women are every bit as sexual as men, even though individuals of both sexes vary widely. My favorite part, however, is the description of what commitment - promise - means in a truly egalitarian and free society. 

 

An Odonian undertook monogamy just as he might undertake a joint enterprise in production, a ballet or a soap works. Partnership was a voluntarily constituted federation like any other. So long as it worked, it worked, and if it didn’t work it stopped being. It was not an institution but a function. It had no sanction but that of private conscience. 

This was fully in accord with Odonian social theory. The validity of the promise, even promise of indefinite term, was deep in the grain of Odo’s thinking; though it might seem that her insistence on freedom to change would invalidate the idea of promise or vow, in fact the freedom made the promise meaningful. A promise is a direction taken, a self-limitation of choice. As Odo pointed out, if no direction is taken, if one goes nowhere, no change will occur. One’s freedom to choose and to change will be unused, exactly as if one were in jail, a jail of one’s own building, a maze in which no one way is better than any other. So Odo came to see the promise, the pledge, the idea of fidelity, as essential in the complexity of freedom. 

 

That is about as good of a description of how my wife and I approach our marriage as any. Yes, we pledged monogamy, because we wanted to. And at the same time, I have been clear that if marriage to me makes her miserable, I would release her from any promise. Marriage to me is not so much an institution as a function. Marriage was made for humankind, not the other way around, as someone famous once said. 

 

So many great social questions in this book too. At one point, there is a drought and mild famine on Anarres - they aren’t entirely uncommon, and are dealt with through rationing. While the central computer tries to make sure everyone gets food, if a train breaks down, things go awry. (If you think our own society is immune from this, you are delusional. Particularly after the first Covid surge last year, when supermarkets were cleaned out in a day - you literally could not find meat or eggs or many staples. For weeks!) In the midst of one, Shevek wonders whether Odonian society would be able to weather a worse famine without a breakdown of the solidarity which is the society’s strength. Would things erupt into violence? Would people choose their own children over others? And, as he noted, it wasn’t just violence, but violence’s “most devoted ally, the averted eye.” Which is all too true of our own society. 

 

I mentioned above the use of proxy wars. Here is the amusing exchange between Shevek and fellow physicist Pae. 

 

“I see. So your army and Thu’s army will fight in Benbili. But not here?”

“No, no. It would be utter folly for them to invade us, or us them. We’ve outgrown the kind of barbarism that used to bring war into the heart of the high civilizations! The balance of power is kept by this kind of police action.”

 

Mic drop. This is precisely the Cold War and its proxy actions. Just like so many of our current wars are, to a significant degree, proxy actions for influence between the greater powers. Yes, including the “War on Terror.” Those third world people are expendable, right? Go get that oil…

 

This is my second Le Guin book, and I must admit that I refer to the first one all the time. I suspect this one will be the same. Her ideas - and her thoughtful working out of those ideas in nuanced and non-simplistic ways - are unforgettable. Because they draw on human psychology, they never seem fantastic, but instead potentially realistic. This true imagination of what might be, what could be, is the very best kind of utopianism. Her societies are far from perfect. But she encourages us to think of a future that we might create. Perhaps one where gender roles are abolished. Or one where mutuality and cooperation replace hierarchy. Or even just one where we understand that we cannot destroy the nature that we are part of without destroying ourselves. In our present time, we are so in need of a willingness to work toward what might be, to imagine, hope for, and create a better tomorrow. 

 

Sunday, July 25, 2021

LaRose by Louise Erdrich

Source of book: Borrowed from the library.

 

This was this month’s selection for our “Literary Lush” book club. One of the things I enjoy about this club is that I end up reading interesting books that I never would have discovered on my own. I discovered Louise Erdrich last year, when my wife nominated The Night Watchman for the club. We all enjoyed reading it, and it led to this book being nominated by another member, who has devoured a number of Erdrich books. This book was a bit darker in some ways than The Night Watchman, but also well written with nuanced and memorable characters. 


 The book starts with a bang - literally. Landreau Irons is out hunting a buck on his property, but after taking the shot, realizes something has come between his shot and his target. He is horrified to realize it is his five year old nephew, Dusty, dressed in tan, and in a completely unexpected place. This unintentional death leads to a series of consequences for everyone involved, and one could say that it is only the resilience of the community that keeps things together. 

 

Things are complicated by a series of cultural and family differences, and eventually inflamed by an old acquaintance with a long grudge. 

 

In the immediate aftermath, having consulted with a healer in a sweat lodge, Landreau and his wife Emmaline insist on following a traditional Ojibwe practice. Because Landreau has taken the life of the child, he must replace it. And so, little LaRose is given to Peter and Nola to replace their dead son. 

 

As we come to learn, Nola and Emmaline are half-sisters, but they do not get along. We never entirely learn why Nola in particular despises Emmaline, but a factor might be that Emmaline has “made good,” so to speak, and has a respected job in the community, while Nola has taken on a more domestic role. Peter and Nola also have a daughter, Maggie, who Nola hates, for reasons that are also not entirely clear. After Dusty’s death, Maggie is essentially neglected, and has to become the adult in the relationship with her mother, trying to keep Nola from committing suicide. Peter is the one white person in the family, of immigrant stock, and he is way out of his depth in all of this. 

 

Landreau has a past of drunkenness and drug abuse, but has been clean for some time. Emmaline used to use with him, but stopped first, and kind of dragged him to sobriety. They have three other children, teens Willard, Snow, and Josette, who play various roles in the story as it progresses. 

 

There are some other important characters as well. Romeo is Landreau’s old friend from boarding school - and as we learn, they have an interesting history together. Landreau convinced Romeo to escape from boarding school with him, and in fact it is Romeo who has the street smarts to keep them alive on the run. However, an accident leads to Romeo being severely injured and partially crippled trying to save Landreau from death, and Romeo ever after resents Landreau for it. Oh, and he is also jealous because he is in love with Emmaline, and feels that since Landreau met her first (because Romeo was in the hospital), he never had a chance. He mostly gets by with odd jobs and theft, while feeding his drug addiction. He is nonetheless a sympathetic and complex character. 

 

Also in love with Emmaline, as it turns out, is the local priest, Father Travis, who serves essentially as psychologist for the town, as there is no actual professional within 100 miles. 

 

Interspersed with the present day story are a couple of flashbacks to the past. The first is the account of Landreau and Romeo escaping from boarding school. It’s pretty exciting and humorous yet ultimately sad in that it didn’t result in freedom for them, but in a tragic injury and the beginning of Romeo’s spiral downward. 

 

The other story is that of the original LaRose. As it turns out, there were five of them. The first LaRose was an Ojibwe girl sold into sexual slavery back in the mid 1800s. She escapes from the trader who she was sold to by her mother with the aid of his clerk, Wolfred, after they poison the trader. Although they marry and have children eventually, she never tells him her real name - he nicknames her “LaRose” because she drew a flower instead of revealing her name. After that came a series of three more LaRoses on the female line, the last of which is Mrs. Peace, Emmaline’s mother. Each LaRose has had a connection with the spirit world - you could say perhaps healer or mystic or whatever word has that meaning in your own culture. The fifth LaRose, however, is male, which is a departure. Nevertheless, he too has a connection to the spirit world, and as a result, a good reading of other humans. 

 

The story of the original LaRose continues with her attending one of the first boarding schools to “become white.” Wolfred meanwhile lives with the Ojibwe, and becomes “Indian” as he puts it. When they marry, they become a kind of syncretistic mix - and indeed this ability to live in both worlds characterizes the family thereafter. Unfortunately, like so many in that day, the original LaRose also contracts tuberculosis at the boarding school, and passes it down the generations, until antibiotics lead to a cure for Mrs. Peace. LaRose fights off the TB for decades, but eventually succumbs, and the doctor who tried to save her steals her bones to use in teaching about the effects of TB on Native Americans. It takes generations before these bones are reunited with the family and given a proper burial. 

 

While Erdrich claims in the intro that the characters are all ficticious, this isn’t entirely true. Apparently, the story of the original LaRose is based loosely on her own ancestors. There is some artistic license, but the basic ideas are definitely not made up out of the whole cloth. 

 

Like The Night Watchman, LaRose has some pretty dark moments. However, neither is really depressing - in a way, they are all about survival. Personal, physical, cultural, communal, and psychological. 

 

In one of the most harrowing passages in the book, Erdrich quotes from newspaper editorials written by L. Frank Baum, creater of The Wizard of Oz. These were to the effect that since white people had so degraded the Native Americans over the centuries, they were no longer recognizably human, and the best thing for all involved would be to just exterminate them already. In light of this, the idea of just “making them white” by forcing their children into boarding schools was, technically speaking, the more “humane” alternative. Cultural genocide instead of physical genocide. As we are now discovering, a lot more children died than we have admitted - and were tossed in mass graves. 

 

So this idea of survival runs down the generations. 

 

We had a pretty long discussion of this book, despite only having a few people attend this time. The characters were so good that we ended up discussing most of them at least a little. We also spent a good bit of time on how Erdrich is able to write about heavy, sometimes depressing realities without giving way to despair or pessimism. Her books are unexpectedly positive, gracious, and inspiring, even as horrible things happen to people. Although family and community relationships are as dysfunctional as they are everywhere, there is still a sense of belonging, and coming together in most cases. Tying it all together is Erdrich’s excellent storytelling and writing. 

 

None of us knew it at the time we selected the book, but it is technically speaking the last in a trilogy, starting with The Plague of Doves, followed by The Round House. That said, the story stands alone, and no knowledge of the other books appears necessary to enjoy this one. The settings are similar, although they mostly take place on different parts of the reservation and surrounding areas. There are a few characters that overlap, or are related to each other. Mostly, however, it appears that they are thematically related, and thus referred to as the “Justice Trilogy.” If you want to explore the characters and family relationships from the trilogy, someone actually put together a website for it. If you want to get really into it, prior to the trilogy, a pair of writers actually wrote a whole BOOK about the intertwining characters, settings, and words of Erdrich’s novels. Apparently, like, say, Terry Pratchett’s Discworld, the novels all take place in the same universe, so to speak, with a multitude of interconnections across the books. 

 

I didn’t write down much while reading this book, but there was one line that was so good I have to quote it. This is regarding Mrs. Peace, the fourth LaRose, mother of Emmaline, and her ex, Billy Peace, who is also Nola’s father. After Billy died, Mrs. Peace somehow magically recovered from a whole list of medical issues. 

 

She knew, of course, why the pains had left her at that time. Billy had been cruel, self-loving, and clever. His love had been a burden no different from hate. Sometimes his ironies still sneaked at her from the spirit world. People thought she had been faithful to his memory because she had abjectly adored Billy Peace. She let them say what they wanted. Actually, he had taught her what she needed to know about men. She needed no further instruction. 

 

That’s pretty darn good. I must say, I have enjoyed both of the Erdrich books we have read for our club. I may have to put her in my regular rotation. 

 

Thursday, July 22, 2021

A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki

Source of book: Borrowed from the library.

 

One of the things I have learned as a parent is that when your teen recommends you read a book, you should. Particularly if you desire that they read books you suggest. Of course, if you have teens who are avid readers, their suggestions will probably be pretty good. That is the story behind this book. 

 

My second kid, who is sixteen-going-on-ready-to-run-the-world, has been responsible for a number of our book discoveries over the years. As a child, she was in to all things rodent, which led to The Tale of Despereaux and thus Kate DiCamillo, and Secrets at Sea and thus Richard Peck - neither author of which I was familiar, but both of which have become favorites. She went through some specific phases too: the Redwall books, Harry Potter, and most recently Ursula Le Guin. She also became fascinated with everything Japanese a few years ago, from their often bizarre snacks (we get her a subscription for that) to the cuisine, and she went so far as to teach herself enough kanji to get by. This has also included a fascination with Japanese literature, and East Asian novels in general. I suggested she read The Vegetarian and Kitchen, which she loved, and she told me I needed to read this book, A Tale for the Time Being. All of this has meant some wonderful conversations about books and writing styles and cultural stuff. 


 First, a bit about the author, Ruth Ozeki. She is both American and Canadian by nationality - she divides her time between Massachusetts, New York, and a remote island in British Columbia - and spent time studying and teaching in Japan. Her father was Floyd Lounsbury, who is pretty renowned as a linguist for his work with Native American languages, so his name pops up everywhere you see discussions of language families in either American continent. Her mother was of Japanese descent. Ozeki has produced Japanese television documentaries and award winning films in addition to her career as a writer. Oh, and she is an ordained Buddhist priest. She must be quite the force of nature, judging from her bio. 

 

Before I get into the plot of the book, I think it is worth mentioning that Ozeki appears to be a character in the book - as in the actual her as a character, not a thinly disguised stand-in. An author, Ruth, lives on a remote island in British Colombia, with her husband Oliver, who is an environmental artist...and, well, I couldn’t find any differences between the character Ruth and the author Ruth. I imagine this is fully intentional. 

 

Ruth the character is the center of one of the two threads in the book. While walking on the beach, she finds a Hello Kitty lunchbox washed up, with a bunch of interesting items in it, but particularly a diary purportedly written by a teenage girl in Japan. That story is the second thread, the story of Naoko. The two threads alternate before eventually coming together in kind of a magical-realism sort of way. 

 

The title is a wordplay, in case that wasn’t obvious. It is a story about the present, about moments, and so on. But “Time Being” is also used in the sense of a being who experiences time. Because we humans live in linear time, and experience it in one direction, we are “time beings,” not to be confused with whatever your concept of eternity or existence outside of time might be. And then there is Naoko, who goes by the shorter version, Nao. Another obvious wordplay. There are others, but those are the once that weave throughout the book. 

 

So, about Nao. She lived most of her life in California, but when her computer programer father lost his job in the dot com crash, they lost their immigrant visa and had to return to Japan, where Nao is mostly lost and floundering. She doesn’t fit in, and is brutally bullied. (As in, there is an attempted gang rape scene.) Her parents aren’t doing much better. Her father is in a deep depression, and attempts suicide three times during the book. Her mother, now the sole support of the family, has become a workaholic, and neglects Nao. The one bright spot is old Jiko, Nao’s great-grandmother, who is a Buddhist nun. After the first suicide attempt, Nao is sent to live at the monastery for the summer, which does her quite a bit of good. However, a return to school and even worse bullying - and another suicide attempt by her dad - convinces her that she will also kill herself after he finally succeeds. But first, she writes the diary, intending to make it a biography of Jiko. She never gets there, however, and when the diary ends, there is no real indication of what eventually happened to Nao. 

 

Ruth, of course, is reading this years later, because the diary (and other objects related to Nao’s family) had to float across the Pacific Ocean. I believe Oliver estimates about 10 years later. So whatever has happened to Nao has already happened, something that Ruth tends to forget as she tries to locate Nao and her family. 

 

So that’s at least the outline of things. In between is a decent bit of philosophy, both Western and Eastern, and quantum physics, and how they fit together. Also, a touching story of an old woman and a young girl, a city girl trying to figure out her life on a remote island, an exploration of the physical and mental decay of aging, a harrowing look at depression - and writer’s block, some history of the kamikaze pilots, the earthquake and tsunami, climate change, and cat named Pesto, because he is a pest. It’s quite a bit, and there are over 400 pages of book, so there is time for it all to unfold. 

 

As my kid and I discussed, there are some decidedly Japanese stylistic quirks to the story. (Although, Ozeki being American/Canadian, the book is definitely a blend.) While she hasn’t read any Murakami yet, I certainly saw some parallels. The non-linearity of time is certainly a common feature of modern Japanese literature, as is the blending of history with the present. It seems as if World War Two looms large in every book since 1940. In a way, here in the United States, so does the Civil War, even though we are in far deeper denial about it. While plenty of books do and always have had elements of bringing the past into the present, it seems that there is something specific about how Japanese literature does it, where the problem of the present and the problem of the past are so interconnected that solving the present requires some sort of “solving” or even changing the past. It is more than just the usual “we must understand the past in order to understand the present” thing, but where an actual re-living and re-centering and re-interpreting the past is a mysterious spiritual requirement for unlocking the present. Thus, the circumstances of Nao’s great uncle’s death as a kamikaze aren’t just important for understanding the family, they literally become the central key to “fixing” Nao’s father. 

 

There is also that interesting kind of magical realism that seems specific to Japanese literature. If I were to describe it, it would involve the way dreams are used. They aren’t just dreams in the sense we Westerners think of them - our version sees dreams as ways that the gods speak to us, portents and warnings and prophecies. Instead, dreams are a way of using the supernatural to affect the real world. In The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, both dreams and trances become portals to an alternative universe - perhaps the more real, spiritual, underlying world - and the things the protagonist does there become the way he solves the mysterious problems in the “real” world. Very much the same sort of ideas occur in this book. Nao is able to harm her nemesis while in a trance, and she is able to survive her attempted rape and her brief experience as a prostitute by using her ability to leave her body. Ruth doesn’t have trances per se, but does have dreams she can control. She is able to see Jiko in them, and even ask questions. In the big turning point in the book, she is able to go back in time and across an ocean to affect the outcome of the story. It is this kind of magical realism that seems to be distinctly Japanese. 

 

Also of note, as what seems to me to be one of the specifically Japanese or at least East Asian ideas is that of bodily fluids interacting with the magical elements. I am thinking of the use of semen ejaculations in Murakami, and in The Vegetarian, and the use of menstrual blood in this book. 

 

Ozeki’s wide personal experience really shows in this book as well, as she is able to compellingly describe the nuances of culture from various parts of Japan, western Canada, and New England. If one premise of the story is the existence of all moments, even if they are experienced separately by the time being, then the existence of all these places in the one author is surely a parallel. And I think that too is intentional. Just as the stories of Nao and Ruth are only perceived as separated in time, so too are their respective places only perceived as separated in geography. In the mind that is enlightened, all can be perceived at once. 

 

There are a few lines that I jotted down. Many of the chapters have interesting quotes, and two of them were particularly good. 

 

“A free man, that is to say, a man who lives according to the dictates of reason alone, is not led by fear of death, but directly desires the good, that is to say, desires to act, and to preserve his being in accordance with the principle of seeking his own profit. He thinks, therefore, of nothing less than death, and his wisdom is a meditation upon life.” ~ Spinoza

 

Spinoza is one of the philosophers that I find fascinating. I certainly do not agree with everything he said, but I found his practical approach to ethics to be refreshing as a counter to the dogmatism of the fundamentalist subculture I grew up in. Likewise, his early exploration of psychology led directly to later ideas by William James, the pragmatist who most closely expresses my own views on many things. 

 

Next is this quote from Dogen Zenji. 

 

“Do not think that time simply flies away. Do not understand “flying” as the only function of time. If time simply flew away, a separation would exist between you and time. So if you understand time as only pasing, then you do not understand the time being.

“To grasp this truly, every being that exists in the entire world is linked together as moments in time, and at the same time they exist as individual moments of time. Because all moments are the time being, they are your time being.”

 

The central psychological conflict in the book is definitely Nao’s attempt to reconcile her brutal experience of the world with the idealistic and gracious vision that Jiko teaches her. I think this particular musing by Nao is interesting. 

 

If you ask me, Japan is not so peaceful, and most people don’t really like peace anyway. I believe that in the deepest places in their hearts, people are violent and take pleasure in hurting each other. Old Jiko and I disagree on this point. She says that according to Buddhist philosophy, my point of view is a delusion and that our original nature is to be kind and good, but honestly I think she’s way too optimistic...But I’m still glad old Jiko believes we’re basically good, because it gives me hope, even if I can’t believe it myself. Maybe someday I will. 

 

That’s pretty much where I’m at after the last ten years. Not too long ago, I was in the optimist camp. And then Trump happened. And my mom declared war on my wife, willing to destroy relationships rather than show basic respect. I have found that with so many people I thought I knew, empathy and human decency were not a point of commonality. Like Nao, it really seems like a lot of people take pleasure in hurting others - particularly those outside the tribe. Trump just tapped into what was already there. 

 

The last quote is from Oliver. I am not sure what to make of the relationship between Ruth and Oliver. It seems kind of strained, but yet loving in its own way. Ozeki is pretty hard on Ruth in the book, letting all her warts hang out, so to speak. But Oliver is frustrating too. And they seem so often on different wavelengths altogether. Anyway, they get into a discussion about Ruth’s premonitions as she goes through the diary. Oliver’s response is great. 

 

“It felt like a premonition. What do you think?”

“Premonitions are coincidences waiting to happen.” 

 

This was an interesting book. Ozeki is a good writer, and the story itself is compelling. It was a bit rambling in places, but that wasn’t really a bad thing. There are some disturbing moments, and it certainly is not a kid friendly book, but everything ties in with the needs of the story. I could also see this book as a gateway to Japanese novels in translation. It is just Western enough to feel familiar, but with a good introduction to the Japanese tradition as well. 

 

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

Source of book: Audiobook from the library

 

Last year, we listened to Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson, the first spoken word/slam poetry style book we experienced as part of our road trip audiobook selection. Because that one was so good, I poked around and discovered this one, which was also recommended by one of our librarians. Although it did not win a Newbery award, it picked up quite a few other awards. 


 
The Poet X is a story told by Xiomara, a fifteen-year-old girl, born to Dominican immigrant parents, living in Harlem. She is close to her twin brother Xavier (who she affectionately calls “Twin”), but struggles with her parents. And, well, they have some issues. 

 

It turns out that her extremely devout mother wanted to become a nun, but her parents forced her to marry a man with a favorable immigration status, so she could be the first to come to the United States, and eventually bring the rest of them. Her dad was quite the player before - and after - he got married, at least until the twins were born. Their conception was a surprise, as it was late in life and children we not expected, and thus the twins bear the burden of being the “miracle” babies. And thus, their mother believes that they should be impossibly grateful to God for their very existence. Dad gave up the affairs, but instead has essentially shut down emotionally, leaving mom to be the enforcer and try to drag her kids into following her religious preferences.

 

The problem, though, is that Xavier is gay, and Xiomara is increasingly doubting her religion. Oh, and their strict parents are freaked out about any romantic contact whatsoever, so…

 

Yeah, it’s a mess. Xiomara has other things going on too. She is tall and large and curvy, and has been sexually harassed ever since she hit puberty. She has learned to respond with violence, and has earned a bit of a reputation. Xavier is a brilliant student, and as he was born first (and is male), he is clearly the favorite of the family. But he is also effeminate and non-confrontational, so he gets bullied - at least until Xiomara decked a bully that one time. 

 

Xiomara also is a poet - she calls herself The Poet X once she starts participating in events - and uses poetry to express the things she can’t really say to anyone else. Her brother gave her a notebook, and encourages her gifts. As I said, the two are really close, which is why when they both fall in love, the separation that brings about stresses them both. 

 

And, of course, the real shit hits the fan once Xiomara falls in love with her lab partner Aman, and the two of them get caught kissing on the train, then Mami finds the poems and tries to burn them. Yeah, it’s a real mess. 

 

There are some similarities in this story to both Brown Girl Dreaming and I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter. In each case, there is some tension between a parent (or grandparent) who is devout and a child who has come to doubt. The tension isn’t just about religion. Maybe not even primarily about religion, but more about culture. The loss of a particular culture, as children grow into a different world than their ancestors. The way the parent responds determines whether the relationship will survive adulthood. While we do not specifically find out, this particular one seems slightly more hopeful than in I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, but there is still reason to believe that both Xiomara and Xavier will be seriously relieved to get out on their own. 

 

I want to mention a few things I really liked about the characters too. The priest is a decent guy, and not white, which is a bit of a refreshing thing to see in a book (and in real life too.) However, like most clergy in my experience (there are exceptions, but almost never in conservative denominations for obvious reasons), he has no answers to the actual hard questions, and so deflects around them. Ultimately, he is a force for good in the world, but he cannot truly satisfy what Xiomara needs. 

 

Also great to see in this one is a trend in several YA books we have read: young guys who are, how to put it? Decent human beings. And not just in general, but specifically in relationships, and in sexual situations. I already mentioned I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter - in that case, Connor is in over his head (unsurprising for a teen guy with a girlfriend struggling with mental illness and an abusive mother), but he tries hard, and doesn’t act like a dick in the bedroom. Likewise, in The Hate U Give, Chris is a genuinely decent guy, and a role model. In all of these, the sexual experiences are consensual, and positive, even if not always satisfying. In The Poet X, I have to say that Aman is such a gentleman when it comes to the sex scene. Xiomara has just had a most traumatic experience, but wants something sexual. However, once they are naked and he is wound up, she freaks and can’t continue. And guess what? He hands her her clothes, drys her tears, and is a friend to her like she needs. Because that’s what decent men do. For me, the best part of these stories when it comes to sex is that it gives a positive role model for my sons, and encourages my daughters to expect this decent behavior from their partners. 

 

[Side note here: this is so much better than the “men can’t control themselves” narrative that Modesty Culture feeds our kids. Hey, I wrote a bit about that!]

 

The poetry itself is delightful, with a superb flow, and some amazing killer lines. The audiobook was narrated by the author, and she clearly is a veteran of spoken word poetry, because she has it going on. 

 

Since I was driving, I had to go back and search for the lines, but here are some that really stood out. 

 

And I think about all the things we could be

if we were never told our bodies were not built for them.   

 

This is in the context of gender roles and expectations. And, heck yeah. This is a bit of a sore spot for me, as relationships have been severed over the expectation of gender performance. And very, very related:

 

Their gazes and words

are heavy with all the things

they want you to be.

 

And this one, in the context of the story, is perfect. It’s devastating.

 

Just because your father's present, doesn't mean he isn't absent.

 

And this one, flung back as a weapon against an out-of-control mother:

 

“Burn it! Burn it. This is where the poems are,” I say, thumping a fist against my chest. “Will you burn me? Will you burn me, too?”

 

Some of the language and ideas are just breathtaking. Here are my favorites:

 

I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark.

 

It's about any of the words that bring us together and how we can form a home in them.

 

Your silence furnishes a dark house.

But even at the risk of burning,

the moth always seeks the light.

 

She knew since she was little, the world would not sing her triumphs, but she took all of the stereotypes and put them in a chokehold until they breathed out the truth.

 

If I were on fire

who could I count on

to water me down?

 

If I were a pile of ashes

who could I count on

to gather me in a pretty urn?

 

If I were nothing but dust

would anyone chase the wind

trying to piece me back together?

 

My little words

feel important, for just a moment.

This is a feeling I could get addicted to.

 

The Poet X isn’t particularly long, but it is so beautiful, as the above quotes demonstrate. I would recommend reading it out loud, or listening to the audiobook, because the music of the words is what it is about.