Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
My family and I have always owned cats and a menagerie of other pets. Over 17 years ago, we rescued Polo, from abandonment. He's the one with his eyes open in the picture above, which doesn't do his dazzling blue eyes justice.
Polo was the literally the best cat ever, he never scratched, he was quiet, he was loyal. He followed me everywhere, in fact when I still lived at home, there was barely a moment when he wasn't at my side.
At some point between Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, my ailing, old, beloved Polo crept under my mother's bed and passed away. My boyfriend and I buried him last night in a wooded area near the beach.
My heart as well as my family's is absolutely broken. There will be no other, ever, like Polo. He was absolutely the best. My heart aches, it ached yesterday to put him in the cold, wet, ground, and it still aches to know I will never see his beguiling blue eyes staring into mine. I want to scream, and rage, tear my clothes off, yank my hair out! If this is how it feels to lose a loved one, a little cat, I cannot imagine the torment of losing a child, a spouse...
It hurts deeply, there is no consolation.
He was sick, and I wanted him to be at peace but now I jsut want him to be alive again and healthy and fine.
I know time will heal my ache but I wanted to honor his memory.
Rest in peace, my beautiful boy, I hope I see you again one day!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
López Nieves Wins Puerto Rican Literature Award
By María Elena Cruz — December 15, 2006
The Institute of Puerto Rican Literature announced this month that López Nieves's novel El corazón de Voltaire (Voltaire's Heart) is the winner of the Premio Nacional de Literatura (National Literature Prize). This is the second time López Nieves has won this prize, and the first time a single author has been given this award twice. In 2000, he won the Premio Nacional de Literatura for La verdadera muerte de Juan Ponce de León (The true death of Juan Ponce de León), a collection of short stories. The prize consists of $6000.
"I really did not expected to win this award twice since it has never happened before," a surprised López Nieves told Críticas. "I feel like this novel has a life of its own." El corazón de Voltaire tells the story of Roland Luziers, a professor of genetics at the Sorbonne, and Dr. Ysabeau de Vassy, a historian, who set out to establish the authenticity of Voltaire's heart, which rests at Paris's Bibliotheque Nationale.
López Nieves is also the author of the historical novel Seva (Editorial Cordillera, 2003), and Escribir para Rafa (To Write for Rafa), a collection of short stories.
They also have a great feature on The Best Adult Books of 2006:
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Word on the web is that www.Wordie.org is the latest geek addiction.
You won’t necessarily build up your lexicon because there are no definitions there, only links to definitions. But you can keep track of those words that you hear or read and know you’ll want to use again like troglodyte or gouache. When you look up new words, you see links to various definitions, as well as a list of other users who have marked that word to remember. It’s silly but somehow addicting in the way Flickr is addicting.
This is great for word-lovers like me.
Try it for yourself!
Friday, December 15, 2006
Anyhow, on to Literanista business:
From: The Monitor
Chicano author’s love of literature leads to young adult novel
by Martin Winchester
Carlos Flores knows the Chicano canon of literature well, having taught writing at Laredo Community College for more than three decades. He’s also a contributing member, with three published novels and several short stories to his credit. His latest work is a young adult novel set in El Paso, Our House on Hueco (Texas Tech University Press, $17.95).
"I wrote the first chapter, ‘Sweet Purple’ in 2002, and it was published in La Frontera, a student-teacher magazine at Laredo Community College. The reception among my students was surprisingly enthusiastic," said Flores.
Teresa Cadena, English professor at the University of Texas-Brownsville, also was enthusiastic about early drafts of the novel, and invited Flores to speak to her students.
"The experience was electrifying," said Flores. "Shortly thereafter, I knocked out the rest of the book in six months."
When the book was published earlier this year, the Sabal Palms Writing Project of Brownsville bought the book for teachers in their in-service programs. Some 40 to 50 teachers attended, and the experience again was exhilarating for Flores
"Two things became obvious to me," said Flores. "First, the discovery of audience can be intoxicating and energizing. Second, the hunger of people living on the U.S.-Mexico border for a conversation about our world must be fueling the current boom of Hispanic writers."
A recent book tour of Texas and New Mexico further inspired Flores. "It’s an exciting time to be a Chicano writer," said Flores.
Flores, 61, is by no means an overnight sensation, and his path to success has not been without struggle.
"After years of trying unsuccessfully to place my other manuscripts with publishers and literary agents, I grew desperate. My wife recommended I try writing something ‘inspiring and uplifting,’" Flores related.
"In the meantime my psychiatrist, who had been helping me recover from a lifelong struggle with depression, helped me see that at the core of my dilemma was ‘a rejection of my origins as a Hispanic and my parents, in particular,’" he said.
Remembering the house his father built for he and his family sparked the author’s imagination. "That’s when the "angel" first appeared, and I began writing the book," he said.
Flores sites a long list of literary role models, including Tomas Rivera, Rodolfo Anaya, Oscar Hijuelos, Octavio Paz and Sandra Cisneros. He’s also impressed with the recent works of Rio Grande Valley writers David Rice, Rene Saldaña Jr. and Oscar Casares.
"While many opportunities to publish have opened, the competition has stiffened," he said. Flores also thinks there are a lot of questions as to the direction of future Chicano writers. "Much discussion awaits us. As for me, I just want to be part of what John Gardener called ‘a great conversation.’"
In the meantime, Flores is enjoying the success of his latest book, described by one reader as, "a portrait of an artist as a young vato." The novel’s title translated means, "Our house on the hollow or the hole," which Flores sees as a metaphor for the Hispanic condition in the United States. "It’s a paradox of pain and promise," he said.
Flores has seen both in his own life. His advice for young writers is to keep in mind what Carlos Ruiz Zafon once told him, "Just because you love literature, does not mean literature will love you back."
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
So another year has passed (almost, my birthday is on Thursday, at 4:26pm), and I do feel older and wiser but I'm still not sure if I'm happy about it.
It seem more of a progression than progress.
I'm not really upset about being in my "late, late 20s" to quote my best friend, Z. In fact, I don't really mind telling people I'm thirty (well, very soon to be thirty-one) since most people's jaw dropping and disbelief, in addition to still getting carded everywhere, is enough to boost any one's delicate ego.
No, what's really bothering me is more a sense of being discombobulated, not physically, but spiritually.
Two days ago, my boyfriend responded to my questions of plans for my impending birthday, with a curt "I didn't make any plans," and now we're barely speaking because I apparently annoyed the shit out of him by asking him to help me fold the laundry too many times.
I mean how is asking six times too many times? hey, taking no for an answer is hard.
But whatever, let him stew in his own juices. So back to what I was saying...
Oh yeah, I feel much more accomplished, and more strong-headed than the place I was at last year, but I also feel more anxious and more pressed for time. I feel like I get up everyday, struggle to get myself and my game face out the door, do my thing at work, come home, make dinner, get online and catch up on email and freelance work and then go to sleep and do it all over again.
I've been carrying around a book that I need to review for like a month, untouched. I'm just not in the mood and that's so unlikely me. Usually, I love taking long, idle walks, reading on the train or bus or park bench, in fact at every chance I get, lighting incense and just playing some instrumental music or even bursting out into dance. God, I haven't danced in so long, I feel shy and achy. Old.
Worst of all, I haven't written any poetry at all.
What happened to that girl, the one who knew Central Park like the back of her hand, that wrote poetry every night and slept curled up with her cat perched on one hip (my cat is now dying, he's been with us about 18 years).
It's weird but I feel like I'm at some crossroad in my journey, not quite there, but not far enough to let go of the past.
Earlier tonight, I came across this article:
2nd Teen Gets 90 years in Brutal Party AttackHOUSTON - A 17-year-old suburban teen was sentenced Monday to 90
years in prison in the brutal attack of a Hispanic boy who was beaten, kicked, stomped, burned and sodomized with the plastic pole of a patio umbrella. Keith Turner was the second teen convicted of aggravated sexual assault in the April attack at a house in Spring, north of Houston. David Henry Tuck, 18, was convicted and sentenced to life in prison on Nov. 16. Turner was convicted late Friday after about 90 minutes of deliberations.The jury took about five hours over two days to reach the sentence of 90 years. Turner will have to serve at least 30 years before becoming eligible for parole. Although Turner was the younger of the assailants and didn't have the history of racial attacks that colored Tuck's past, it was his idea to use the patio umbrella pole in the attack.Turner, Tuck, the victim and two other teens were partying at a
house in Spring, drinking and taking cocaine and Xanax. Twelve-year-old Danielle Sons, who was at the party at her house, told the other boys that the victim had tried to kiss her, prompting the attack. Tuck shouted racial slurs and "white power" as he and Turner kicked the then 17-year-old, cut him with a knife, sodomized him with a plastic pipe and poured bleach on him in an assault that
lasted up to five hours.The victim was left bleeding in the backyard until dawn, when Sons and her brother, Gus, finally woke their mother, who slept through it. During Turner's trial, jurors saw a videotaped statement by Turner in which he admitted to being the first one to grab the umbrella pole and joking about using it to sodomize the victim.
And, I just felt utter despair - for all of us, all of humanity. This despicable act, so reminiscent of what was done to young Emmet Till, by racist White men, who accused him of whistling at a White woman, back in 1955, turned my stomach.
How is it, over half a century, over five decades, or fifty one years later such a horrific act is being replicated --but instead now targeted at a Hispanic child?
How? What kind of hatred is brewing in this country, what sort of indecency and intolerance is being bred so that even our most cherished resource, our children, are becoming murderers and abusers before they're even eligible to vote?
Friday, December 08, 2006
Anyhow, I came across a very interisting article today about the feminization of Chile from the London Review of books.
I wanted to share it you all:
The Feminisation of Chile: Lorna Scott Fox goes back to Santiago
The Moneda Palace in Santiago is white, and remarkably small. I recognise it from photographs taken on 11 September 1973, in which the bombers close above seem small, too, like fat flies. I must once have seen this building and found it large – my father was British ambassador to Chile from 1961 to 1966. As children in Santiago we led supervised lives, between the garden, the Austin Princess and the Alliance Française school. I had a faint sense of who Salvador Allende was in 1964, when he stood for president against Eduardo Frei Montalva. I’m being taken to church and low on a wall there’s a poster with sad-looking crowds, flags and exclamation marks, and Allende’s massive spectacle frames.
In 1976, I was working for Chile Solidarity in Leeds, and getting a rapid political education. Some of the Chilean refugees thought I was working for the CIA. They had suffered violence beyond the imagining of our well-meaning spectrum of helpers, from church groups and the Labour Party to the Communists and International Socialists. The Chileans mapped the discords of Unidad Popular fiercely onto our own local squabbles. A decade later, in 1987, I went back to Chile during the preparations for a plebiscite on the continuation of the military junta. I was joining my mother on a nostalgia trip, she remembering the happiest of diplomatic postings, I looking for my ‘roots’. My old school, so bleak in my memory, hadn’t changed, but my eyes had: it is a Corbusierian gem. The most feared of my teachers, intercepted on perhaps his millionth entry to the same classroom, growled that ‘of course’ he remembered me. Our beautiful house had been converted into a computer centre: there was no sign of the swimming-pool that slopped out half its water during an earthquake, and the spreading fig tree that once held my mirador was now a stump. Santiago felt eerie, because of what I knew had happened there since I last saw it. The city looked primped, sedate; I don’t know what violence I expected on every corner.
By this time the dictator’s civilian economists had come round to the view that there was more money to be made under a controlled democracy. Parts of the right, along with the US, were ready for change. Surely the vote against the junta would be substantial? It wasn’t. There was harassment and assaults on pro-democracy campaigners in an exhausted, depoliticised society. The result was close: 55 per cent for booting out ‘Pinocho’.
I returned again this September, a few days before the 33rd anniversary of the military coup. There has now been civilian government for 17 years, exactly as long as the dictatorship lasted. The democratic transition was officially declared over last year by the Socialist president, Ricardo Lagos, after the reform of some of Pinochet’s most restrictive constitutional articles. This January, Michelle Bachelet, also from the Socialist Party and the candidate of the centre-left Concertación coalition, was elected president with 53.5 per cent of the vote, after a run-off against the right-wing credit-card billionaire Sebastián Piñera. I went back to celebrate her victory, and to attempt to gauge what a woman president might signify in such a socially conservative country. But my visit turned into a search, using women as my guiding thread, to understand the unexpected melancholy I sensed, the inhibition and muffled frictions. The government is already in trouble, and the transition is far from over.
There are, however, plentiful images of how far Chile has come. People stroll through the Moneda as a short cut, ignored by the carabinero guards; I was not searched or asked for ID in any ministerial building. An astounding symbol of free speech lies below ground in the Moneda’s culture centre, where cut-out figures of all the past presidents of Chile, from Bernardo O’Higgins to Lagos, dangle from nooses over the caption ‘Chile’s Pay-Back’. They are part of a funny, irascible show by the 92-year-old ‘anti-poet’ Nicanor Parra, the patriarch of a left-wing arts dynasty. Though the centre’s director was ‘coincidentally’ removed, the piece has stayed. ‘Let’s not get Parranoid!’ Michelle Bachelet laughed at the opening...
Read more here:
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Shocking New Television Documentary on Latin American Human Trafficking and
Its Toll to Premiere on PBS in January
Maryknoll Productions’ ‘Lives For Sale’ Shows Why Immigrants are willing to Risk Death and Slavery
Maryknoll, NY--(HISPANIC PR WIRE)--December 5, 2006--At a time when immigration issues are on U.S. legislators’ front burner, a new documentary looks at the underbelly of illegal immigration, including the black-market trade in human beings. Lives for Sale premieres on PBS stations in January 2007.
The documentary’s executive producer, Maryknoll’s Larry Rich, says the production strikes at the heart of the immigration debate.
“The same grinding poverty that drives people to risk dying of thirst in the desert in search of a job in the U.S. is the reason people will expose themselves to the danger of being enslaved. Both are born of desperation.”
Each year more than one million people risk their lives attempting to cross the U.S.-Mexico border searching for a better life and to escape devastating poverty. Lives for Sale juxtaposes the “American Dream” with the perilous journey followed each year by desperately poor Central Americans and Mexicans. Women are especially vulnerable to a black market that preys on human beings, as illustrated by two powerful individual stories that emerge: A young Mexican woman and a Guatemalan girl fall victim to human trafficking, their lives shattered by sexual slavery.
According to Rich, human trafficking, is now the third largest illegal industry on the planet, after drugs and arms smuggling.
“Most people trafficked are enslaved as laborers. A Florida sheriff’s deputy told me it may look like simple prostitution or domestic servitude, but if you dig deeper, you’ll see it is a stark crime on many levels,” Rich says.
“These victims may harvest our food or do our gardening, or earn our disapproval as prostitutes, but we do not realize they are, in fact, slaves.”
Lives for Sale also exposes the ploys human traffickers use to entrap their victims in a flourishing immigrant-smuggling network. The cross-border journey is fraught with dangers ranging from robbery to debilitating injuries and death. These stories are brought to life, told by the immigrants themselves, people who help them along the way, human smugglers and law enforcement officials.
To see an excerpt from Lives for Sale visit http://www.livesforsale.com.
Check local listings for airdates and times.
Friday, December 01, 2006
SÃO PAULO, Brazil — She goes by the name Bruna, the Little Surfer Girl, and gives new meaning to the phrase "kiss and tell." First in a blog that quickly became the country's most popular and now in a best-selling memoir, she has titillated Brazilians and become a national celebrity with her graphic, day-by-day accounts of life as a call girl here.
But it is not just her canny use of the Internet that has made Bruna, whose real name is Raquel Pacheco, a cultural phenomenon. By going public with her exploits, she has also upended convention and set off a vigorous debate about sexual values and practices, revealing a country that is not always as uninhibited as the world often assumes.
Interviewed at the office of her publisher here, Ms. Pacheco, 21, said the blog that became her vehicle to notoriety emerged almost by accident. But once it started, she was quick to spot its commercial potential and its ability to transform her from just another program girl, as high-class prostitutes are called in Brazil, into an entrepreneur of the erotic.
"In the beginning, I just wanted to vent my feelings, and I didn't even put up my photograph or phone number," she said. "I wanted to show what goes on in the head of a program girl, and I couldn't find anything on the Net like that. I thought that if I was curious about it, others would be too."
Ms. Pacheco parlayed that inquisitiveness into a best seller, "The Scorpion's Sweet Poison," that has made her a sort of sexual guru. A mixture of autobiography and how-to manual, her book has sold more than 100,000 copies since it was published late last year, and has just been translated into Spanish.
At book signings, Ms. Pacheco said, "80 percent of the public is women, which I didn't expect at all," because most of the readers of her blog appeared to be men, including customers who "wanted to see how I had rated their performance." As she sees it, the high level of female interest in her sexual experiences reflects a gap here between perceptions about sex and the reality.
"I think there's a lot of hypocrisy and a bit of fear involved," she said. "Brazilian women have this sexy image, of being at ease and uninhibited in bed. But anyone who lives here knows that's not true."
Carnival and the general sensuality that seems to permeate the atmosphere can give the impression that Brazil is unusually permissive and liberated, especially compared with other predominantly Roman Catholic nations. But experts say the real situation is far more complicated, which explains both Bruna's emergence and the strong reactions she has provoked.
"Brazil is a country of contradictions, as much in relation to sexuality as anything else," said Richard Parker, a Columbia University anthropologist who is the author of "Bodies, Pleasures and Passions: Sexual Culture in Contemporary Brazil," and has taught and worked here. "There is a certain spirit of transgression in daily life, but there is also a lot of moralism."
As a result, some Brazilians have applauded Bruna's frankness and say it is healthy to get certain taboos out in the open, like what both she and academic researchers say is a national penchant for anal sex. But others decry her celebrity as one more noxious manifestation of free-market economics and globalization.
"This is the fruit of a type of society in which people will do anything to get money, including selling their bodies to be able to buy cellular phones," said Maria Clara Lucchetti Bingemer, a newspaper columnist and professor of theology at Catholic University in Rio de Janeiro. "We've always had prostitution, but it was a hidden, prohibited thing. Now it's a professional option like anything else, and that's the truly shocking thing."
But Gabriela Silva Leite, a sociologist and former prostitute who now directs a prostitutes' advocacy group, argues that such concerns are exaggerated. "It's not a book like this that is going to stimulate prostitution, but the lack of education and opportunities for women," she said. "I don't think Bruna glamorizes things at all. On the contrary, you can regard the book as a kind of warning, because she talks of the unpleasant atmosphere and all the difficulties she faced."
Part of the controversy stems simply from Ms. Pacheco's forthright and unapologetic tone about her work. Traditionally, Brazilians feel sympathy for the poor woman selling her body to feed her children; she is seen as a victim of the country's glaring social and economic inequalities.
But Ms. Pacheco does not fit that mold. She comes from a middle-class family and turned to prostitution, she said, both as rebellion against her strict parents and because she wanted to be economically independent.
That a woman is now talking and behaving as Brazilian men often have may also offend some. Roberto da Matta, a leading anthropologist and social commentator, noted that even though role reversals were an important part of Carnival, other areas of Brazilian life, including sexual relationships, could be quite rigid and hierarchical.
Under the system of machismo that prevails in Brazil and other Latin American countries, "only a man has a right to command his own sex life, and that control is seen as a basic attribute of masculinity," he explained. "So when a young, attractive, intelligent woman appears and says she is a prostitute, you have a complete inversion of roles, leaving men fragile in a terrain where she is the boss, not them."
For all her willingness to break taboos, though, Ms. Pacheco's current life plan is conventional. She has a steady boyfriend and hopes to marry him, and is studying for the national college entrance exam, with a mind to majoring in psychology.
"Being Bruna was a role that left its mark on me, but I can't abandon her," Ms. Pacheco said. "There are people who still call me Bruna, and I don't mind, but I wouldn't want to be her for the rest of my life."
Nor is Ms. Pacheco immune to the influence of pudor, a concept important throughout Latin America that combines elements of modesty, decency, propriety and shame. In her book, rather than write out the words commonly used on the street to describe sexual acts and organs, she prints only their first letters, with dots indicating what everyone already knows.
"I think it's quite vulgar to say the whole word," she explained. "But I didn't want to be too formal, either."
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
The Translation of Dr Apelles: A Love Story by David Treuer
Washinton Post review
I think his point about very little new literature for boys is so on point. I know from experience that shopping for books for young boys is truly hard, with the exception of the fantasy genre there are hardly any good books out there for boys/young men.
The Problem with Boys ...
Is actually a problem with men. We've ignored all the evidence of male achievement and ambition deficits and stood aside as our sons have notched a growing record of failure and disengagement. It's time we did something about it. A call to action.
By Tom Chiarella
I HAVE TWO SONS. One is sixteen, the other thirteen. Like any boys, they are a little too muscular in their expectations from life. In a single evening, they can be sullen, sweet, hurtful, gentle, distant, funny, and full of grit. Tonight I dropped the younger one at soccer practice dressed all in yellow. Yellow sweatshirt, yellow jersey, yellow shorts, yellow kneesocks. "I just wish I had yellow shoes," he told me when he got out. "That would be the topper." Both spend hours watching reruns of Jackass. One likes shooting baskets; the other likes watching anime. One goes to summer camp; the other doesn't. Lately, they both have begun to talk about bands that I have never heard of. They murmur to each other so that I am just out of earshot. They want their laundry done for them. They never clear their dishes or make their beds. They love their grandparents, but they never send them thank-you notes. They both still expect me to kiss them goodnight. They are boys. They know I am writing this article. I've been wanting to write it for years. Here's what I tell them: I am worried about boys.
I'VE TAUGHT AT THE SAME MIDWESTERN liberal-arts college for the past seventeen years. I was chair of one of the largest departments on campus for five years. I like working there. It has a distinguished faculty and an excellent academic program; it's a fine little school. I say this because I want to be clear that I am not a malcontent, that I am not some tenured jackass dying to bite the hand that feeds me. I'm just a little worried about boys. About ten years ago, university GPA statistics started crossing my desk, because I was the department chair, and I wondered aloud why men at our college generally received lower grades than women. The pattern was consistent, almost lockstep. Women's average GPA was as much as a quarter of a point higher than men's some semesters. Were just smarter? Did they just work harder? It made a certain amount of sense.
Female students have always seemed more focused to me, more comfortable with interpretation, more fluid in their ability to enter discussion. When it came to boys, I could often see their disengagement in the classroom. They fidgeted. They slouched. They sat in the back of the room, hidden behind the brims of their baseball caps.
About this same time, I began to notice something else. The enrollment of men at our university was slipping. It is a fact of life at colleges today that women outnumber men. It certainly is at my school, where last year's freshman class was 42 percent male. In any given year, I would call this small potatoes. In 1979, when women surpassed women in college enrollment, I would have called it a triumph. More than twenty years later, as the numbers pile up, it begins to feel as if something, somewhere, is out of balance. I'm often told that there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, that the larger share of women in colleges today reflects, in part the imbalance in the larger population. I looked that one up.
There are indeed more woman around than men, but it turns out males make up 51.5 percent of the population of eighteen-to-twenty-four-year-olds - the college-going age. They just die faster. The shift I noticed reinforced itself in subtler ways. I watched as my colleagues expressed an increasing disdain for men in the classroom. I listened as they moaned about seminars that happened to be made up mostly of men. I went to faculty lunches dealing with disruptive students, only to realize that what we were talking about was primarily male behavior, that men themselves were in some fashion perceived to be the disruption. Men who seemed to have an answer for every question. Men who didn't listen. Men who radiated indifference. Men who griped about reading lists sometimes dominated by women authors. Men who resisted the authority of the teacher.
In the middle of one of these lunches, I leaned over and told a friend, "What we're talking about here is boys." I meant the students weren't men yet, that they hadn't yet figured out what mattered. My friend shook her head. "Not really," she said. "Some of these are girls who act like boys." I watched as nearly every significant social problem was laid at the feet of the male student population: sexual violence, binge drinking, hazing, anti-intellectualism, homophobia, bullying. I have to say it didn't seem unfair to talk about the role of boys in these issues. High time, actually. I was on board. On the whole, boys do seem unfocused to me, a whole lot dimmer in their sense of their path in the world. Everything about them that is male- their physicality, their hunger for stimulation, their propensity to argue-seemed clipped by the academic world I lived in. I was not waiting for the birth of a men's movement so much as I was looking for a little discussion, a chance to engage boys in the same way women engaged girls forty years ago.
What did my university do in the face of these problems? It formed a task force on the status of women. Its finding? That the university needed a women's center to augment its twenty-year-old women's-studies program. THERE IS SOMETHING ODD and forbidden about the word boy. Typing it feels a little creepy, almost pornographic. Boy. A little word, naked and weak, an iconic expression of smallness, of vulnerability. The boy alone. Scraggled hair, upward glance, the smear of ketchup on his chin. Cute maybe, but defenseless, naive, insulated, and unaware. A boy doesn't have a clue. There's something equally forbidden about arguing the ongoing boys crisis. It's a loser. It doesn't sell. It doesn't translate as much more than a hobbyhorse for conservative think tanks.
But here's the deal if you are a boy in this country right now: You're twice as likely as a girl to be diagnosed with an attention-deficit or learning disorder. You're more likely to score worse on standardized reading and writing tests. You're more likely to be held back in school. You're more likely to drop out of school. If you do graduate, you're less likely to go to college. If you do go to college, you will get lower grades and, once again, you will be less likely to graduate. You'll be twice as likely to abuse alcohol, and until you are twenty-four, you are five times as likely to kill your self. You are more than sixteen times as likely to go to prison. "As long as ten years ago, we started seeing the data that showed boys were slipping behind," says Kati Haycock, director of the Education Trust, an advocacy group for low-income and minority students. "People were still arguing: We don't have a boys problem, we have a girls problem. It just didn't match what these data say. There's still a lot of resistance among rank-and-file educators."
The growing achievement gap between boys and girls has landed in our laps. Fueled by slim percentages in some cases, the numbers are stacking up over time. We're faced with the accrual of a significant population of boys who aren't well prepared for either school or work. "The problem," says Haycock,"is what this will add up to in twenty years."
THERE'S A BOY NAMED QUINN who lives on my street who just turned eighteen. I've known him since he was three. These days, he's preparing to go to college. By most measures, he's been well served by his education. He's in the top 10 percent of his class, and his board scores are excellent. He is a talented, self-taught guitarist, a decent basketball player, and a national-caliber high jumper. Last week he cleared six feet nine inches, higher than the doorjambs in my house. I sometimes look at those doors and picture Quinn sliding over the top of them. By most measures, he's a boy who wouldn't show up as any sort of alarming statistic: no disciplinary issues; he doesn't drink or use drugs. He's what you would call a good kid.
When I ask him how school is in these final days, he gives me the same answer he's given me since first grade: "Okay." He stretches the word out, long o, resigned k. It's always like this when I talk to boys. He is enduring it, waiting it out. I'm always interested in what boys are reading. Last time I asked, he sighed. "Jane Eyre." I cringe and try to think of something to say. It's a great book that meant nothing to me until I was thirty-three and teaching it for the third time. "I wrote a paper in college about Jane Eyre," I say out loud, but that's before I can locate in my memory what that paper was about. Then it comes to me. "About a chestnut tree," I say. "I remember that much." Quinn hold his hands out, palms up. What can he do?
His father shakes his head. They are readers, this family. "It's a good book," he says. The idea is to stick with it. To finish. He's role-modeling. It's what men do. "But you'd think they'd stick a little Slaughterhouse-Five in there." Quinn stares at us and shrugs. He has nothing more to say. His face is not blank. The kid has a heart. He likes standing there with us. When he gets out of school, I tell him, he'll be able to read the things he loves. We are silent then. Three men with Jane Eyre hanging between us.
BEFORE JUNIOR HIGH, I always liked school. It felt like a place that belonged to me, was set up for me, a place that I owned in some fashion. Sitting in a classroom now with Joel Klein, the chancellor of New York City schools, it occurs to me that he must really feel that way. The room sits in the Tweed Courthouse in lower Manhattan, his office two floors above. Classes from around the city rotate in and out every two weeks. Klein, a former antitrust lawyer for the Clinton administration who took over the city's schools in 2002, visits often. "People try to separate out how much of this is a general boy- girl thing versus how much resides in subgroups," Klein says. "
In New York City, it's quite clearly a boy-girl thing. Eleven percent more women graduate than men, consistent across the major racial and ethnic groups. It's a huge number. That's a lot of kids." He's ready to show me charts reflecting different achievement rates at different grade levels. We run through them, one column to the next, but it feels rote to me. The numbers are enervating. A couple percentage points here, a couple there. I stop him. I want to take a look at the classroom library, so we walk. Once I'm turning the pages of a book on Lewis and Clark, I hook a finger back toward the pile of charts.
"What does it all add up to?" I ask. Klein picks up a book on Peter the Great and tilts his head. "What you see is a story about problems with literacy, with reading, that develop into a consistent increase in dropouts and lower graduation rates." The numbers, he says, show a literacy gap between boys and girls from fourth grade through twelfth. "We need to find things they will read."
Klein sighs: "I remember how I read. It was very powerful. I read all of John R. Tunis's books about baseball. I went forward with that. I took it to Jude the Obscure and Dostoyevsky. That's the kind of connection you cannot predict. Sports led me to literature." He speaks of the way he pictured himself as a boy, then a man. "I thought of myself as a ballplayer. Then as a ballplayer/lawyer. Then, finally, just a lawyer. That was the way I went. We have to find paths."
I'm thinking about Quinn then, how happy he seemed when he talked about reading articles about music, about how much he liked the books he chose for himself, like Get Shorty. "When I was a kid," Klein says, "we had this view of education that the teacher stood up there, taught, and tried to keep each kid in the same place. Boys and girls. All the same. Each grade was a sort of franchise, with the same product. We've learned that we have to tailor to the individual student. Boys are different. We have to get comfortable with that difference. Quickly."
It occurs to me that it must be odd for Klein to have come from the world of intellectual property rights, a world where meetings were surely overpopulated by men, to parent meetings like the one he describes to me: "A school auditorium. A room of forty people. Two men. Very typical. I told both men, You have to go out and find two more men to come to the next meeting, then they tell two more. I give people an assignment. It's how I work. Two more men. I just start with two more men."
THERE'S A BOY NAMED GERALD who's twenty-two who lives in West Lafayette, Indiana, with my girlfriend's daughter. He's had his own set of grim struggles: drugs, alcohol, an absent father. In some ways, he's like most boys at first-withdrawn, a little sullen, his eyes on the horizon. When he can separate his anger from the gist of what he's feeling, I've known him to be witty, intelligent, kind. But how long can that last? He did not return to high school after being expelled his junior year and now scrambles from one gig to the next. Sometimes he makes panels for car doors or takes a job roofing for a few weeks or hangs drywall.
Every time he gets hired, they lay him off before he gets benefits, or he fails a drug test, or he just gets fired. I worry. If he doesn't have a car, he can't get to work. If he can't get to work, he can't keep a car. He can't do any better than a job where they hire him for a week or two, tease him with belonging, then toss him out. This gives him no chance to advance, no chance to supervise, no chance to grow in any sort of trade. He's got no way to grab on to the culture of work. Nowhere to go, except Iraq maybe. They keep raising the bonus for enlistment; they keep tempting him to put himself in the mix. I always think he's a bag of flesh to them, a bullet stopper. But it must cross his mind. He's got to be mad. He's got to be hurting. I'm always afraid to ask. I'm always afraid of what my own advice would be.
I AM IN KANSAS CITY, Missouri, on my way to see the commanding general of the U. S. Army Combined Arms Center. I'm staying at the airport Radisson, eating room service during a tornado warning, watching Kundun, the story of the Dalai Lama's childhood in Tibet. It's like that these days. Everywhere I look, there's another boy staring back at me. The Dalai Lama was a wildly curious boy-about cars, movies, machines, traveling. He laughs, he fidgets, he stares off into the distance. I imagine he farts for pleasure. He hungers for other places. And I'm thinking about how much the monks seemed to like him, to tolerate him as a boy. They were both his followers and his leaders. And how being a boy, just being allowed to prosper as a boy, made him the greatest man-gentle and smart, kind and ballsy. I can still see the boy inside the man I know now. Then the electricity goes out.
The next morning I drive to Fort Leavenworth, where Lieutenant General David Petraeus waits for me. I've never been to a military base in my life, although I took military-history courses in college, only because I wanted to squeeze money out of ROTC. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Dust, I guess. Huge lots where men and women march in formation. But the base looks more like a turn-of-the-last-century college campus, replete with cottages and dormitories. There is an order to the comings and goings that one might expect but an inclusiveness I find surprising. Men shake hands. People wave. Guys in camouflage push strollers. "There's a kind of embrace to the military," General Petraeus says after hearing what I felt coming in. "Done right, the connections are similar to a family."
This man has six pages of handwritten notes and twenty pages of research, all balanced on his knee. He reads through his comments precisely but fields my questions as they come. He's an academic, too, having taught international relations at West Point for two years. He had a meeting on this subject with several staff members before I arrived. "I wanted to do a little thinking before we talked. It's urgent, but I can't say I have a simple answer." I tell him about the boys I know, about how I'm concerned that the Army may be the only option for a kid like Gerald. "That's the problem," he says. "It may not be an option for him. We have a profile we're looking for; we need high school graduates who are physically fit and driven by the desire for self-improvement. We need men who are prepared to be better soldiers.
"I see the same things you do. The numbers are declining among boys," he says, clearing his throat. "I always call them men. I'm concerned in three respects: as a citizen, as an educator, as a military officer. As a citizen, there's a keen recognition that our competitiveness is defined by the education of our workforce. Beyond that, as a teacher, I can see that it's not just economic growth we're talking about; it's overall quality of life, the balance of the society itself. I always keep in mind that quality of political discourse depends on an educated electorate. You have to try to construct a culture with great care. That's what we do in the military. There is the sense here that every individual can be the decisive person in a key point, in a key situation. It's a sense of ownership and connection that isn't provided elsewhere." I ask him about a solution, about a direction for boys.
He corrects me: "It's men." I think for a moment that he means using the term to refer to boys, but he doesn't. The answer, he means, is men. "What boys need," he says, "are role models, parental supervision, encouragement to pursue excellence in all that they do, especially in education, where we must do whatever is necessary to keep them in school. They need direction to stay on the straight and narrow, a push to participate in athletics and extracurricular activities, help to pursue a healthy lifestyle, recognition that they must be accountable for their actions, and reinforcement of good performance."
But how do we do that? The adults. The men. What's our end? "We have to embrace mentoring," he says, "and we have to be conscious role models. Parents, teachers, coaches, bosses all have to do what leaders do-give energy and encouragement to those who soldier for them. And young men undoubtedly need that more than any other group in America. Indeed, if we can get them through the years during which they're particularly vulnerable, they often will flourish." I shrug. I'm a little skeptical. Mentoring seems more like a buzzword than a real practice. "It has to be very conscious," he says. "I have dozens of young officers I mentor. I typically call several each month on Saturday mornings and e-mail the others.
We actually schedule the Saturday-morning calls." When I ask if he has role models of his own, in this embrace he speaks of, he snaps off a list of ten names. Generals, teachers, coaches. There is not one among them I recognize, but he clearly knows each one for a different reason, for a different aspect of his own need. "I have to trust people who've been there before me," he says. "It's not a hard thing to learn because of its inherent value. But it's not a part of the larger culture of boys. They don't ask for help enough to know that it's there."
ONE MORNING LAST WEEK, two of the senior boys in my class came in with bandages on their hands. When I asked, as is my way, what happened, they smiled wryly. "Bloody Knuckles," said one. The other one laughed and peeled back his Band-Aid. "I was bleeding pretty bad," he said. I started in on them, haranguing them about the stupidity of potentially breaking bones in their hands weeks before they took jobs. As I was saying this stuff, I was thinking it was my own version of mentoring. But I can remember playing Bloody Knuckles. It was risky and fun. It felt good in the marrow just to think about it again. "I think we should have an Olympics of games guys play," said one.
They immediately started making a list. Two of them gathered, then three, then four. I watched as they listed out the events: Towel Battle. Leg Wrestling. King of the Buckets. Bloody Knuckles. Human Jousting. Six-Inch Punching. Indian Wrestling. Knee Football. Hand Slapper. Rock, Paper, Scissors. Slap Boxing. Pelts. I both know these games and don't. I remember playing them but can't remember the rules. We laughed as we read the list aloud, as the boys in the class demonstrated each event. These are the games you weren't allowed to play at recess, the games your mother warned you about. Each involves some measure of violence, some risk. The point is always to make the other guy fall or hurt, bleed or flip over, lose. Boys do this.
They knock one another down. They hurt one another. Then they laugh and shake it off. Their joy in relating each game was tangible. Soon they came up with a notion that this should be a campus-wide event: the Brolympics. And the idea had currency for a moment, the filling of some anomalous need that no man in the room could put a name to. But it was an absurdity, mostly, to consider this. We laughed at the audaciousness of it, the ludicrousness of letting boys be boys, of ramping up maleness in the center of campus, where maleness is only tolerated. They made up a poster, but the idea died under our laughter. This is a school after all. A college. We know how things go.
I'M A LITTLE WORRIED about boys, so lately I've been thinking a lot about what can be done to help them. I've been griping, to my friends mostly, for a decade about something I've felt in my gut. Every time an article on a perceived boys crisis appears, there is a backlash, a rehashing of the numbers, a recasting of the crisis.
Get this much straight: Things are much worse for black boys, for Latino boys, than they are for white ones. And for poor boys as well. I see that clearly. But why such great resistance to the idea that the problem may be that boys-all boys-have lost their foothold, their sense of a linear future, a path in the world? Why does maleness even matter if all we do is resist and undermine it in our schools? "The masculine impulse is limits testing, even self-destructive. We don't want to extinguish it," Camille Paglia, feminist critic and cultural provocateur, told me when I called. "In the age of terrorism, who will defend us? Young jihadists sure aren't tempering their masculinity. Americans are in unilateral gender disarmament."
I don't think there is a gender war. I don't think there is any war on boys really. It's not that conscious. It's more like a great forgetting. The women's movement was about making room for women, and the numbers show, in schools at least and in the workplace to some extent, that we have. The gains of girls, Kati Haycock points out, are "the result of a couple of generations of advocacy on the part of women, and girls getting the message that anything is possible. It's a result of women constantly being reminded that they have to watch out for their financial well-being, and they could do this through schools.
Women got that message. They are still getting it. That's what's owed the boys. It's a matter of generational focus. We have no goals asking educators to pay attention to boys, nothing really concrete. The record shows that when we really concentrate on something like this, we tend to have progress." We don't have to feel threatened by the gains girls have made. We need to study them, to use them as a model for boys. The solution may be to grab on to that which is male and use it as a means to fix the problem rather than as a symptom of it. In the classroom, there's ample evidence that certain changes could help boys prosper. They like to do their work in bite-sized chunks. They need differing levels of activity, often tied to some element of competition or short-term goal. They tend to gravitate toward nonfiction in their reading-more facts, shorter pieces. They need physical activity, too, up to four recesses a day, to stay focused. We also have to think about the way boys put the world together outside the classroom.
In England, gaps in achievement have been attributed, in part, to what is known as laddishness. Since boys tend to run in packs, their values are defined by the boys who lead them. There's a sort of antiestablishment disaffection passed from boy to boy, a sense that school doesn't matter. Educators there used that pattern as a means to reinvent it. They used intensely focused mentorship, aimed at the pack leaders, to break down these attitudes, cracking into the structures that keep boys distant from school. Women forced the issue with girls. Men have to do the same with boys. As it is now, men don't even have the language to discuss what it means to be male. Forget the Right and the Left. I am as skeptical of character training, championed by conservatives as the answer to the crisis, as I am scornful of sensitivity training, which put our classrooms in their current posture. We don't need a new orthodoxy.
We need a deeper sense of involvement. Men have to be willing to care about the way boys are being treated, taught, and cared for in this country and advocate for them. Find the books that boys read-they are out there-and make sure they are in the libraries and under the Christmas trees. If the classrooms don't work, men must be in the schools-at the PTA meetings, at parent-teacher conferences, in front of school boards, in classes teaching or just talking about their jobs. Young men, men without children, must take a stake and volunteer to coach, to counsel, to read to kids. You can't wait for fatherhood to hit you in the face. Men whose children are grown must mentor a new generation of children. Select two boys, the ones who need it, the ones you know are hurting.
Take a lesson from Joel Klein and convince two more men to do the same. Two more men: That's your assignment. Go talk to boys. You don't have to use baby talk with them or buy them things. You just have to listen to them. Ask them who they are. The answers they give may not always make sense, but talk to enough of them and you will surely realize that boys themselves are not the problem. And it sure as hell isn't women or girls. The problem is men.
Who's Doing Something?
Not everyone has turned a blind eye to the boys crisis. Here are four organizations devoted to fixing the problem.
Jon Scieszka, a children's-book author and former elementary school teacher, wants to make reading interesting and fun for boys. His engaging Web site recommends guy-friendly books to young readers. www.guysread.com.
The Boys Project
Organized this year by a University of Alaska psychology professor, this consortium of educators and researchers hopes to spur federal and state-funded initiatives to increase boys' academic skills and increase their ambition. www.boysproject.net.
Raising and Educating Healthy Boys Project
The Educational Equity Center of the Academy for Educational Development created this program to study gender expectations, raise awareness among educators and parents of how they may be inadvertently limiting boys, and brainstorm solutions. www.edequity.org.
Though not targeted just to boys, this organization, operating in twenty-two middle schools nationwide, seeks to engage students through the kind of experiential learning, such as apprenticeships with volunteers, that males tend to respond to. citizenschools.org. Victor Ozols contributed to the reporting of this story and provided invaluable analysis.
© 2006 by Hearst Communications Inc.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
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Save 25% to 50% on fiction, nonfiction, children's books, readers' gifts and accessories.But don't delay: these new low prices expire on December 20, 2006.
Schedule of Events
Saturday, December 2nd
10:00 am: Fair Opens
11:00 am to 12:45 pm; assembly room
READINGS FROM SELECTED SMALL PRESS AUTHORS
11:00 Deanna Shapiro/PRA Publishing
11:15 John Fiske/Black Spruce Media
11:30 Ellis Avery/Impassio Press
11:45 Linda LeBlanc/Ama Dablam, Inc.
12:00 Stephen Kaufman/Hanshi Warrior Press
12:15 Robert Dunn/Coral Press
12:30 Rebecca Shumejda/sunnyoutside
11: 00 am to 12:00 pm; Room 208
HERE'S LOOKIN' AT YOU, CUPCAKE
What is it About Cupcakes? We’ve loved them since childhood—and now it seems they’re everywhere. Cupcakes: Why do we love them so? There are lines forming outside of bake shops and thousands of cookbooks devoted to these sweet little treats; people even blog about them. Join this panel of cupcake experts as we sing the praises of the cupcake and discuss just why they have remained so popular for so long (did you know that Hostess first started making them in 1919?). Along the way you’ll learn where to find the best cupcakes in the city and pick up a baking tip or two.
Panelist are: Elaine Cohen, author of Super-Duper Cupcakes: Kids’ Creations from the Cupcake Caboose; Isa Chandra Moskowitz, author of Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World; and Rachel Kramer Bussel, writer and co-founder of the blog All Cupcakes, All The Time. Moderated by Marisa Bulzone, editorial director of Hearst Books.
12:00 pm to 1:00 pm; Room 208
CHICK LIT: MORE THAN JUST BRIDGET AND BLAHNIKS
The recent publication of two anthologies, This Is Chick Lit, and This Is Not Chick Lit, has generated a lot of debate about a genre that is both beloved and hated. Join Sarah Mlynowski, author of See Jane Write: A Girl’s Guide to Writing Chick Lit, Lauren Baratz-Logsted, editor of This Is Chick Lit, and authors Caren Lissner, Rachel Pine, and Karen Siplin for a lively discussion of the phenomenon.
1:00 pm to 2:00; Room 208
PARTNER WITH YOUR PUBLISHER:
HOW NOT TO FEEL @#%*!ED WHEN YOUR BOOK COMES OUT
The age of the powerless disappointed author is over. In a panel moderated by maverick publishing consultant Stephanie Gunning, celebrity therapist/author Donna LeBlanc, award-winning self-published novelist Carol Hoenig, and Free Press assistant publicity director Jill Siegel reveal their special strategies and tools for effective book promotion developed inside and outside the publishing firm.
2:00 pm to 3:00 pm; Room 208
THE RISE OF THE PROGRESSIVE BLOGOSPHERE AND
THE FUTURE OF AMERICAN POLITICS
Leading liberal/progressive political bloggers Lindsay Beyerstein (Majikthise), Jeffrey Feldman (Frameshop), Bob Geiger (bobgeiger.com) and Bill Scher (Liberal Oasis, author Wait! Don't Move to Canada) discuss the progressive blogosphere's rise to power, and how this newly emergent political force will remake not only the Democratic Party, but the entire American political landscape.
2:00 pm to 3:00 pm; Assembly Room
PEN AMERICAN: LITERATURE OF COLOR: MYTH OR REALITY?
American literary culture echoes the ambivalences, arguments and conviction at play in our society. It follows that, rightly or wrongly, ethnic identity becomes entwined in discussion of literature produced by writers of color. Noted writers Luis Francia, authors Monique Truong, Martha Southgate and Jaime Manrique will explore this topic. Luis Francia will be moderating this panel.
3:00 pm to 4:00 pm
INTERVIEW WITH MICHAEL CUNNINGHAM
Michael Cunningham, acclaimed author of Specimen Days, The Hours, Flesh and Blood, and A Home at the End of the World, will discuss his life and career as a writer. The interviewer will be Nora Rawlinson, former editor-in-chief of Publishers Weekly.
4:00 pm to 5:00 pm
SEIZE THE DAY: GROUNDBREAKING FICTION WRITERS
CHARTING TURBULENT WATERS
In an era of corporate consolidation and bottom-line mandates, how do fiction writers negotiate their careers? Indie hit novelist Joe Meno, elusive best-selling writer T Cooper, and San Francisco renegade Peter Plate discuss their approaches in a conversation moderated by the editor of the Believer, Ed Park.
5:00 pm to 6:00 pm
THE POLITICS OF POETRY: WOMEN INVENTING NEW GROUNDS
Internationally renowned poet Anne Waldman, and acclaimed poet and novelist Eileen Myles, will engage in a conversation with emerging poets Jen Benka and Matthea Harvey. These writers will discuss the importance of poetry as a medium of social and political engagement, and how women poets across generations have responded to and written against the trials and tribulations of their times. The panel will be moderated by Erica Kaufman of Belladonna.
Sunday, December 3rd
11:00 am: Fair Opens
12:00 am to 12:45 pm; Assembly room
READINGS FROM SELECTED SMALL PRESS AUTHORS
11:00 Mary Ellen Sinclair/Zenga Publishing
11:15 Francine L. Trevens/GNYIPA
11:30 George Robert Minkoff/McPherson & Company
11:45 Sandra Sanchez/The Wessex Collective
11:30 am to 1:00 pm; Room 208
STEALING THE VOTE: WAS THE 2004 ELECTION STOLEN?
AND WHAT WE CAN DO TO PREVENT IT FROM HAPPENING IN 2008?
With numerous examples of fraud and voter disenfranchisement having taken place in Ohio during the 2004 presidential election, join Steve Freeman, Mark Crispin Miller, Greg Palast, and Paul Robeson, Jr. as they examine what happened in Ohio in 2004 with an eye toward preventing it from happening again in 2008. Dan Simon, publisher of Seven Stories Press, will moderate.
1:00 pm to 2:00 pm; Room 208
ROE VS. WADE IN 2007:
NO REST FOR THE WEARY
Nation columnist Katha Pollitt will be joined by Third Wave feminist crusader/author Jennifer Baumgardner and journalist Eyal Press in a discussion of the frontline battles to protect women's rights in the coming year. The discussion will be moderated by Sara Nelson, editor-in-chief of Publishers Weekly.
1:00 pm to 2:00 pm; Assembly Room
PICTURE BOOKS: HARDER THAN THEY LOOK
They look so easy. They’re short. Not a lot of text. Simple, straightforward prose. Anyone can do it, right? Wrong. Picture books are deceptive in their simplicity. Writing, illustrating and editing them is a craft. Join author Emily Jenkins, illustrator Tomek Bogacki, author/illustrator Meghan McCarthy, and editor Erin Clarke as they share their experiences and advice.
2:00 pm to 3:00 pm; Room 208
A NATION BOOKS PANEL: THE IMPEACHMENT MOMENT
In a Nation Books Panel, a conversation with Tom Engelhardt, author of Mission Unaccomplished, and Elizabeth Holtzman, former NY Congresswoman and author of The Impeachment of George W. Bush, who will discuss the new congress and the potential for impeachment.
2:00 pm to 2:45 pm; Assembly Room
READING AND BOOK SIGNING WITH IRA JOE FISHER
Author of Some Holy Weight in the Village Air and a weekly appearance on The Saturday Early Show for CBS, Ira Joe Fisher, will be doing a reading, Q&A and book signing at the Fair.
3:00 pm to 4:00 pm; Room 208
TWO THE HARD WAY: AMIRI BARAKA & COLIN CHANNER IN CONVERSATION
Literary anti-hero Amiri Baraka and best-selling Jamaican writer Colin Channer will discuss books, politics, history and the future of literature.
3:00 pm to 4:00 pm; Assembly Room
READING & BOOK SIGNING WITH RELENTLESS AARON
A reading and discussion with Relentless Aaron, one of the most successful self-published authors, who in 2006 went on to sign a 14-book contract with St. Martin’s Press; Relentless Aaron will be doing a reading, followed by a discussion and Q&A about his career, first as a self-publisher and later as an author publishing a record number of titles with a major press.
4:00 pm to 5:00 pm; Room 208
BURNING NEW YORK: EXPOSING THE SUBCULTURE OF GRAFFITI
This panel will discuss the subculture of graffiti in New York, an art movement that is largely undocumented and often misunderstood, with graffiti artists Savager, Lady Pink & Smith & photographers James & Karla Murray. Graffiti techniques, forms, and styles will be examined so that the public can begin to understand its complexity and underlying messages. Its continued influences on the arts and media will be revealed and insight will be given on graffiti art's future and its documentation.
4:00 pm to 5:00 pm; Assembly Room
BOOKS AS CULTURAL WEAPONS: THE IMPULSE TO PRESERVE
A panel discussion on the importance of book culture with David Levi Strauss, Jonas Mekas, Dore Ashton, and Dan Simon. Panel moderated by Phong Bui, publisher of The Brooklyn Rail. We would like to thank our sponsors:
All about Mary of Nazareth
Norman woman's book offers
complete guide to knowing Jesus' mother
From NewsOk.com,by Carla Hinton,
Blessed Virgin. Queen of Heaven. The Madonna.
The Bible identifies Mary of Nazareth as the mother of Jesus, thus she
has been given many titles of honor.
Maria Ruiz Scaperlanda of Norman
wants everyone to get to know her namesake as she has: Mother of the Church.
Friend. The first Christian.
In her book, "The Complete Idiot's Guide to
Mary of Nazareth" (Alpha, $18.95), Scaperlanda has written extensively about
Mary. The book, released earlier this year, presents Mary of Nazareth as the
world's most popular mother figure.
"I know some people may be turned
off by the title, but to me, it's perfect," Scaperlanda said. "I want people to
get to know Mary."
She predicted many Christians will focus on Mary as
the feature film "The Nativity Story" makes its debut Friday in theaters
"Somebody said we only bring her out at Christmas, but she's
here all year. She's an intricate part of the story. She was the one who said
‘yes.' She is the heart of what we believe in."
Two Marys point the
Scaperlanda, 46, considered it an honor to write about Mary,
particularly since her original contract called for her to write about several
women from the Bible. The publishers of the "The Complete Idiot Guide" series
opted instead to have Scaperlanda focus all of her attention on Jesus' mother.
And she had just three months to complete the book.
Scaperlanda drew on her research skills, Roman Catholic upbringing and her
education. She has a bachelor's degree in journalism from the University of
Texas and a master's degree in English from the University of Oklahoma. Plus,
she had written several books, including "The Seeker's Guide to Mary" and "The
Journey: A Guide for the Modern Pilgrim" with her husband, Michael, an OU law
professor. In addition to her books, Scaperlanda is a columnist for Catholic
Parent and Catholic Digest.
Immersed in the project, the Cuban-born
Scaperlanda said she was not surprised to feel a deep connection with Mary. She
said she has felt that way all her life, perhaps because of her roots in
Catholicism. Also, she said, with her Hispanic heritage, where family is very
important and huge gatherings of family members are a tradition, it's easy for
her to identify with Mary as what she was: a young woman, particularly a young
mother. A mother of four children, now grown, Scaperlanda said she can easily
imagine Mary with her beloved son.
"She was completely human like you
and I. I envision her as a mom — up at night with her baby, rejoicing when that
baby starts to walk, then seeing that child grow and walk in wisdom, which it
says in the Bible."
Mary's humanity is a critical element in the
Christian faith story, "but she always points us to Jesus. She wants us to get
to know Him," Scaperlanda said.
Scaperlanda said she considers Mary to
be the first Christian, "because she was the first one to say Jesus was the
Christ, the son of God.
"Even as frightened as she must have been, she
still acknowledged it. She accepted it."
Standing in the sanctuary of Our Lady's Cathedral in Oklahoma
City, it is as if Scaperlanda is surrounded by the Mary she calls mother and
friend. The stained-glass windows around the church, which show scenes in Mary's
life, are featured in Scaperlanda's book.
On a sunny day, Mary's face beams
as light filters through the windows.
There are many lessons to be
gleaned from Mary of Nazareth — not just for Catholics, but all Christians,
"She was a regular Jewish girl who did the most
extraordinary thing. We all hear about ordinary people who do the
Scaperlanda said seeing "The Nativity Story" may help
people get a glimpse of what it was like for Mary when an angel's pronouncement
signaled an end to life as she knew it and a new journey of faith.
does she do it? She completely relies on God to show her the way," Scaperlanda
"She refers to Him as ‘the Most High,' ‘the Holy One.' She was
able to get through it because she trusted Him completely. That is my prayer for
everyone, whatever their Christian tradition, or even non-Christians.
"She is a woman who literally changed the course of history by being
part of this plan of God's. "
It might just be me, but these "idiot" guides have always turned me off. I would never have The Idiot's Guide to anything on my bookshelf.
One of my favorite college professors told me once, you can tell a lot by how many books a person has in their home, not to mention the quality of those books. I so agree, Dr. Gilbert!
- Deborah Santana is best known for her marriage to music icon Carlos
Santana–a thirty-year bond that endures to this day. But as a girl growing up in
San Francisco in the 1960s, daughter of a white mother and a black father–the
legendary blues guitarist Saunders King–her life was charged with its own drama
long before she married.In this beautiful, haunting memoir, Deborah Santana
shares for the first time her early experiences with racial intolerance, her
romantic involvement with musician Sly Stone and the suffering she endured in
that relationship, and her adventures in the freewheeling 1960s. Yet it is her
spiritual awakening that is the core of this story.
Space Between the Stars is a moving account of self-discovery,
rendered in raw, beautiful prose, by a woman whose heart has remained pure even
in times of despair. As Deborah Santana talks frankly about her lifelong fight
against racial injustice and her deep-seated loyalty to her family, ultimately
it is the struggle to remain a spiritual and artistic force in her own right, in
the shadow of one of the world’s most revered musicians, that shines through as
her most indomitable pursuit.
“Tightly crafted, colorfully written, and surprisingly honest…[The] reader
can’t help but speed through ther pages.”-San Josey Mercury News
Monday, November 27, 2006
From Publishers Weekly:
Set in the late 15th century, Sierra's first book translated into English revolves around a papal inquisitor's investigation into Leonardo da Vinci's alleged heresies and offers a new way of interpreting The Last Supper. After receiving a series of cryptic messages from "the Soothsayer," who warns the 15th century church that "art can be employed as a weapon," the Secretariat of Keys of the Papal States dispatches Father Agostino Leyre on a twofold mission to Milan: identify the Soothsayer and discover what, if any, messages da Vinci is hiding in the painting.
Leyre, who narrates, views the in-progress Last Supper at the Santa Maria delle Grazie and becomes fascinated.
He makes a series of sometimes muddled discoveries about the painting, leading up to his interpretation of the painting's true meaning (not revealed until the last line of the last page). Those not well versed in Catholic history may have trouble following the many subplots involving factionalism and dissent within the church. The combination of code breaking, secrecy, chicanery within the Catholic Church and a certain artist is by now a familiar one, but Sierra's book, already a bestseller in Europe, is a fresh contribution to the da Vinci industry.
You know, I never thought this would happen but I guess it's all part of becoming a full grown adult. One day you wake up and realize that the holidays suck, the marketing and stores suck for placing all this pressure on you to buy things, YOU are the one buying ALL the presents, all the birthdays in your family seem to band around the holidays, and not even the smell of Mami making pasteles can make all of the anxiety and bitterness go away. Bah Humbug!
Like the guy sitting in front of me on the Express Bus, who decided he was going to hold on to the overhead compartment during the entire bus ride, even though he was fully seated.
The lady who went on a completely frenetic rant, spewing at everyone on line in Pathmark, because she only had one item and there were six people ahead of her.
People who think it's okay to eat nasty, greasy food on a crowded subway train, or who do not remove their bags from their shoulders and let them swing into you.
Honestly, sometimes I think what the hell is wrong with people.
As if our children didn't already lack role models or have enough issues to contend with, a Brooklyn judge has put out a children's book that promotes hatred against immigrants. He compares immigrants to weeds growing in your garden.
From the NY Daily News:
"Hot House Flowers" warns of "effects of unregulated immigration" in a plot line about beautiful flowers that wither when dandelions sneak into their greenhouse."
It's intended to describe defense of home and defense of country, and the reasons for that defense," said Wilson, who self-published the book, listed on Amazon.com at $15.99.
The story tells of jealous weeds that hog all the water and soil in the greenhouse. The other flowers suffer, but don't do anything until it's almost too late - because they don't want to appear intolerant.
This is one book, I definitely won't be urging anyone to buy. I think the fact that someone with his credentials had to self-publish speaks for itself. I can't see anyone but hatemongers reading this "religious" tome to their kids.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Misael Tamayo Hernandez, editor of "El Despertar de la Costa," was found nearly naked, with his hands tied behind his back, in a room of the Venus Motel on a highway, Zihuatanejo police officials said.
He was lying on a bed, covered only with a sheet, and investigators found three puncture marks on his body, one in his right hand and two others in a forearm. The cause of death was a heart attack, forensic investigators said.
Authorities did not know the whereabouts of a businessman who left the newspaper with Tamayo Hernandez to have breakfast Thursday morning.
Tamayo Hernandez, who was well-respected in the local journalistic community, had published a story on Thursday alleging that city officials had given illegal discounts on water services to individuals and businesses. Thursday's edition also contained stories on organized crime.
Workers at the motel said they saw the editor arrive in a gray Volkswagen Jetta about 1:25 a.m. Friday, and that the car then left again at 2:30 a.m. It was not clear if the witnesses were able to see who was with him when he arrived or who was driving when the car left. The body was found about 7:30 a.m., said area District Attorney Raciel Gonzalez.
Numerous journalists have been attacked or killed in recent years in Mexico, presumably as revenge for unfavorable reports on criminals, including drug traffickers and corrupt government officials.
The state of Guerrero, which includes Zihuatanejo, and the neighboring state of Michoacan also have suffered in recent months from a wave of violence characterized by decapitations, shootings and grenade explosions that authorities attribute to warring drug trafficking gangs.
From the South Florida Sun-Sentinel, By Tal Abbady
Raquel Roque was sitting in her vendor's booth at the Miami Book Fair International when he shuffled by, unnoticed in the crowd: Guillermo Cabrera Infante, the Cuban exile author of Tres Tristes Tigres (Three Trapped Tigers), a 1967 novel about Havana's pre-Fidel cabaret and gangster life that drew comparisons to the works of James Joyce.
For Roque, owner of the Spanish-language Miami bookstore Downtown Book Center, it was the ultimate celebrity sighting.
"He was walking by like a regular Joe and he looked kind of lost," she said of the London-based author who died last year. "I said, `Oh my God. That's Cabrera Infante.'"
When Roque glimpsed him in 1997, the Miami Book Fair International was a coveted but small stage for Spanish-language authors, both the celebrated and translated like Cabrera Infante, as well as lesser-known names.
But in the past decade, the fair's Ibero-American Authors Program has become a who's who in the Spanish-language literary scene. It has grown dramatically to reflect the Hispanic population's boom and the proliferation of Spanish-language publishing imprints in the United States.
60 Hispanic authors
This year's program includes 60 Hispanic authors, more than in any previous year, according to Adriana Salas, who helped coordinate the event.
Mega-sellers like Chilean Isabel Allende (who will speak in English and Spanish) are scheduled to present their works alongside writers including Miami-based Cuban novelist Daína Chaviano (La Isla de los Amores Infinitos/The Island of Infinite Loves, 2006), Chile's Jorge Edwards (Persona non grata, 1973; El Inutil de la Familia/The Worthless One in the Family, 2004), Nicaraguan Gioconda Belli (El Pergamino de la Seduccion/The Scroll of Seduction, published in 2005 in Spanish and 2006 in English) and Argentine Marcos Aguinis (¿Que Hacer?/What To Do?, 2005).
Exile and the political consciousness that often defines Latin American literature will be among the themes discussed in this year's presentations, along with the subjects of immigration and Cuba's future. On a lighter note, readers can attend talks on Latin American soccer and the controversy surrounding Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code, a best seller across borders.
Also noteworthy, Maria Kodama, the widow of Jorge Luis Borges, will lead a tribute to her late husband on the same day -- Saturday -- that a panel called Tinta Fresca (Fresh Ink) will celebrate the works of new or relatively unknown writers and poets.
"We're trying to encourage a Spanish-language literary scene in South Florida," Salas said of the growing numbers of Hispanic authors who swamp Miami every November.
As more publishers launch Spanish-language imprints and major booksellers like Barnes & Noble and Borders cater to a growing bilingual Hispanic clientele, the Spanish-language and Anglo book worlds have begun to intersect.
The Miami Book Fair International, says Roque, who volunteers at the fair yearly, is an important bridge between the two.
"A lot of publishing companies have established offices here in Miami. We have a huge Hispanic population, and these are readers who contribute to the fair. They go to it. They listen to the authors speak. They buy the books," said Roque, whose Cuban exile family has operated Downtown Book Center, Inc. since 1965.
The fair draws some of the best-known players in Spanish-language publishing, including Silvia Matute of Miami-based Santillana, Marla Norman of the Spanish publisher Planeta's Miami office, and Ulises Roldan of the Colombian publisher Grupo Editorial Norma's San Juan office.
They go to capitalize on the growing demands of Hispanic readers.
According to a recent Publishers Weekly report, Barnes & Noble's Spanish-language sales have tripled since 2000. In the past year, HarperCollins Publishing's Spanish-language imprint, Rayo, launched in 2000, saw its sales increase by about 150 percent through two distributors that supply books to Wal-Mart and Target.
Reflecting English-language trends, many best-selling titles are self-help tracts, or how-to books and cookbooks. Roque's own cookbook, Cocina Cubana, will be published by Random House in the fall of 2007 in Spanish, and there is interest in an English-language version.
After a 2001 merger with Italian publisher Mondadori, Random House expanded its overseas divisions, which now include such prestigious Spanish-language imprints as Plaza & Janes of Mexico, Grijalbo of Spain and Sudamericana of Argentina. All three typically send representatives to the Miami Book Fair International.
Roque predicts that the days of authors who enjoy a large fan base at home but trudge through Miami's book fair in ghostly anonymity are fast waning as Spanish-language books sales and publishing in the United States take off, and more writers see their work translated into English.
Still, she has seen her share of Latin American authors stumped by the relative lack of adoration in Miami.
"When they arrive, they're just like any other Juan Gonzalez and that might come as a shock to them. They'll be wondering, `Why didn't 2,000 people show up at my reading?' The United States is a virgin market for them, and there's always the illusion of being known here. Once it happens, it's a thrill," she said.
Award-winning Cuban exile writer Daína Chaviano, whose work blends political themes with science-fiction, has participated in the fair for the past six years. Two years ago, she was invited to be the guest speaker at the annual conference of the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts, a literary and academic gathering.
"I was shocked to learn I was known in the English-language world," she said.
Chaviano's work has been translated into more than 20 languages. But English had not been one of them until now. Riverhead, a subsidiary of Penguin, will publish an English-language edition of her novel La Isla de los Amores Infinitos in early 2008.
Does she see the English-language translation as a big break?
"The important thing is that contact with the public -- to meet readers, whether in China or America, and have them tell you they see themselves reflected in your characters," she said. "My hope is for that to happen in as many languages as possible."