Novels Make Nothing Happen?

So some say. Against all evidence – evidence of the reactionary, in this case:

Since it’s publication in 1957, Atlas Shrugged, the philosophical and artistic climax of Ayn Rand’s novels, has never been out of print. It continues to receive critical attention and is considered one of the most influential books ever published, impacting a variety of disciplines including philosophy, literature, economics, business and political science. Continue reading Novels Make Nothing Happen?

The Sorrow of War by Bao Ninh

From the Irish Independent: 

Bao Ninh was born in Hanoi in 1952. During the Vietnam War he served with the Glorious 27th Youth Brigade. Of the 500 who went to war with the brigade in 1969, he is one of 10 who survived. The Sorrow of War is Bao Ninh’s first novel.

The Americans lost about 60,000 men in this war. The Vietnamese lost three million. With the publication of this novel, the Vietnamese finally found a voice.

This truly powerful book touches and moves the body, mind and soul. More memorable than Erich Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, it is a huge addition to our canon of world literature, a masterpiece that helps us understand war, its atrocities, its inevitability, its cowardice and its downright abuses and cruelties.

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American Fiction – Kwajalein Missile Range, Captain Yossarian And Robert Jordan

American Fiction

by Andre Vltchek

All of you probably read Catch 22, one of the greatest antiwar novels of all time. And perhaps you remember Captain Yossarian’s friend Nino, an insane bloke, who in a moment of thorough insanity, in order to sell to Germans his planeload of rotten eggs, agreed to bomb his own airport during WWII. I read Heller’s masterpiece when I was a kid, about fifteen years old, growing up in occupied Czechoslovakia.

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There Will Be Blood – Oil! – Upton Sinclair

Review by Scott Weinberg of film There Will Be Blood based in part on Upton Sinclair’s novel Oil!

Also: more recent, in “This Land of Hope,” a detailed overview of Upton Sinclair and his novel Oil! in relation to the recent film There Will Be Blood:

In its obsession with the road and the roadside poster, Sinclair’s novel overlaps with other key American novels of the pre-second world war period. Another portrait of an American money-maker who has accumulated his fortune dangerously, The Great Gatsby, which just beat Oil! to the bookshops, crucially involves a motor accident and is visually dominated by a huckstering hoarding for an occulist.

And Robert Penn Warren’s All The King’s Men, which charts the introduction of marketing tactics and financial corruption to American politics, begins with a description of a new freeway across a state which is so similar to the prologue of Oil! that it must be presumed a deliberate tribute. In any case, in all of these novels, the car is the star, although it is already also cast as a possible villain, at least in its potential for ruining tycoons.

What notoriously disappears from even the best cinematic adaptations of novels is the writer’s style, and the biggest surprise of my rereading was the grandeur of Sinclair’s narrative voice. In common with other popular American novelists of his generation – such as Penn Warren and Thornton Wilder – Sinclair was greatly impressed by the Greek and Latin classics, and seems to have been attempting some kind of coalition between ancient poetics and modern subject matter, a project encouraged by America’s self-conscious ambition to become a great republic.

Antiwar Novel Johnny Got His Gun Newly Filmed

Posted by “Renata”: 

Greenwood Hill Productions has completed principal photography on a feature film based on Dalton Trumbo’s classic anti-war novel Johnny Got His Gun starring Ben McKenzie.

The movie is a new film version of the novel based on the 1982 Off-Broadway play which starred Jeff Daniels, rather than a remake of the 1971 feature which Trumbo wrote and directed.

McKenzie plays ‘Joe Bonham,’ a young American soldier hit by an artillery shell on the last day of the First World War. As a quadruple amputee who has also lost his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, he lies in a hospital bed but remains conscious and able to reason, all the while struggling to communicate with the outside world. The film explores the interplay between science, medicine, religion, and politics….

Bradley Rand Smith adapted the play from Trumbo’s award-winning 1939 novel. Since that time the book has sold 100 millions of copies having been printed in 40 separate editions in 30 different languages; the most recent in July 2007 with a new forward written by Cindy Sheehan, whose solider son died in Iraq on April 4, 2004. The one-person stage play, Dalton Trumbo’s JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN, was first presented Off-Broadway in 1982 at the Circle Repertory Theatre winning Jeff Daniels won an Obie Award for his solo performance. Continue reading Antiwar Novel Johnny Got His Gun Newly Filmed

The Influence of Ayn Rand’s Fiction

As I note in The Reactionary Ayn Rand, she favored a dictatorship of wealth in her life and work, not least in her two main novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged (originally, ironically, titled The Strike):

Rand’s [ostensibly] irreproachable characters take their principled stands against adult corruptions of various sorts…but also ultimately on behalf of the anti-democratic rule of wealth – entirely reminiscent of the first Supreme Court Chief Justice, John Jay: “Those who own the country, ought to govern it.”

So Rand’s false either-or choice is this: choose life or death; righteousness or immorality: an ideal benevolent dictatorship of wealth or an inevitably fatally corrupt democracy. She attacks an indefensibly corrupt elite on behalf of a nonexistent elite whose closest manifestation in reality is another version of an indefensibly corrupt elite. Totalitarian ostensibly benevolent corporate elite rule versus totalitarian malign governmental elite rule. The choice is as false as could be, of course, but Rand presents the former as freedom and goodness, and the latter as slavery and rot by way of psychological comparisons that often resonate strongly with youth sick of being governed by often highly imperfect, and in fact highly unprincipled, school and family and religious structures, and who also may see big corporate money as a key to freedom.

Rand is symptomatic and emblematic of the current diseased socio-political structure – an understanding that totally eludes everyone involved with the article below.

Ayn Rand’s Literature of Capitalism

By Harriet Rubin

New York Times

One of the most influential business books ever written is a 1,200-page novel published 50 years ago, on Oct. 12, 1957. It is still drawing readers; it ranks 388th on Amazon.com’s best-seller list. (“Winning,” by John F. Welch Jr., at a breezy 384 pages, is No. 1,431.)

The book is “Atlas Shrugged,” Ayn Rand’s glorification of the right of individuals to live entirely for their own interest.

For years, Rand’s message was attacked by intellectuals whom her circle labeled “do-gooders,” who argued that individuals should also work in the service of others. Her book was dismissed as an homage to greed. Gore Vidal described its philosophy as “nearly perfect in its immorality.”

But the book attracted a coterie of fans, some of them top corporate executives, who dared not speak of its impact except in private. When they read the book, often as college students, they now say, it gave form and substance to their inchoate thoughts, showing there is no conflict between private ambition and public benefit.

“I know from talking to a lot of Fortune 500 C.E.O.’s that ‘Atlas Shrugged’ has had a significant effect on their business decisions, even if they don’t agree with all of Ayn Rand’s ideas,” said John A. Allison, the chief executive of BB&T, one of the largest banks in the United States.

“It offers something other books don’t: the principles that apply to business and to life in general. I would call it complete,” he said.

One of Rand’s most famous devotees is Alan Greenspan, the former chairman of the Federal Reserve, whose memoir, “The Age of Turbulence,” will be officially released Monday.

Mr. Greenspan met Rand when he was 25 and working as an economic forecaster. She was already renowned as the author of “The Fountainhead,” a novel about an architect true to his principles. Mr. Greenspan had married a member of Rand’s inner circle, known as the Collective, that met every Saturday night in her New York apartment. Rand did not pay much attention to Mr. Greenspan until he began praising drafts of “Atlas,” which she read aloud to her disciples, according to Jeff Britting, the archivist of Ayn Rand’s papers. He was attracted, Mr. Britting said, to “her moral defense of capitalism.”

Rand’s free-market philosophy was hard won. She was born in 1905 in Russia. Her life changed overnight when the Bolsheviks broke into her father’s pharmacy and declared his livelihood the property of the state. She fled the Soviet Union in 1926 and arrived later that year in Hollywood, where she peered through a gate at the set where the director Cecil B. DeMille was filming a silent movie, “King of Kings.”

He offered her a ride to the set, then a job as an extra on the film and later a position as a junior screenwriter. She sold several screenplays and intermittently wrote novels that were commercial failures, until 1943, when fans of “The Fountainhead” began a word-of-mouth campaign that helped sales immensely.

Shortly after “Atlas Shrugged” was published in 1957, Mr. Greenspan wrote a letter to The New York Times to counter a critic’s comment that “the book was written out of hate.” Mr. Greenspan wrote: “ ‘Atlas Shrugged’ is a celebration of life and happiness. Justice is unrelenting. Creative individuals and undeviating purpose and rationality achieve joy and fulfillment. Parasites who persistently avoid either purpose or reason perish as they should.”

Rand’s magazine, The Objectivist, later published several essays by Mr. Greenspan, including one on the gold standard in 1966.

Rand called “Atlas” a mystery, “not about the murder of man’s body, but about the murder — and rebirth — of man’s spirit.” It begins in a time of recession. To save the economy, the hero, John Galt, calls for a strike against government interference. Factories, farms and shops shut down. Riots break out as food becomes scarce.

Rand said she “set out to show how desperately the world needs prime movers and how viciously it treats them” and to portray “what happens to a world without them.”

The book was released to terrible reviews. Critics faulted its length, its philosophy and its literary ambitions. Both conservatives and liberals were unstinting in disparaging the book; the right saw promotion of godlessness, and the left saw a message of “greed is good.” Rand is said to have cried every day as the reviews came out.

Rand had a reputation for living for her own interest. She is said to have seduced her most serious reader, Nathaniel Branden, when he was 24 or 25 and she was at least 50. Each was married to someone else. In fact, Mr. Britting confirmed, they called their spouses to a meeting at which the pair announced their intention to make the mentor-protégé relationship a sexual one.

“She wasn’t a nice person, ” said Darla Moore, vice president of the private investment firm Rainwater Inc. “But what a gift she’s given us.”

Ms. Moore, a benefactor of the University of South Carolina, spoke of her debt to Rand in 1998, when the business school at the university was named in Ms. Moore’s honor. “As a woman and a Southerner,” she said, “I thrived on Rand’s message that only quality work counted, not who you are.”

Rand’s idea of “the virtue of selfishness,” Ms. Moore said, “is a harsh phrase for the Buddhist idea that you have to take care of yourself.”

Some business leaders might be unsettled by the idea that the only thing members of the leadership class have in common is their success. James M. Kilts, who led turnarounds at Gillette, Nabisco and Kraft, said he encountered “Atlas” at “a time in college life when everybody was a nihilist, anti-establishment, and a collectivist.” He found her writing reassuring because it made success seem rational.

“Rand believed that there is right and wrong,” he said, “that excellence should be your goal.”

John P. Stack is one business executive who has taken Rand’s ideas to heart. He was chief executive of Springfield Remanufacturing Company, a retooler of tractor engines in Springfield, Mo., when its parent company, International Harvester, divested itself of the firm in the recession of 1982, the year Rand died.

Having lost his sole customer in a struggling Rust Belt city, Mr. Stack says, he took action like a hero out of “Atlas.” He created an “open book” company in which employees were transparently working in their own interest.

 Mr. Stack says that he assigned every job a bottom line value and that every salary, including his own, was posted on a company ticker daily. Workplaces, he said, are notoriously undemocratic, emotionally charged and political.

Mr. Stack says his free market replaced all that with rational behavior. A machinist knew exactly what his working hour contributed to the bottom line, and therefore the cost of slacking off. This, Mr. Stack said, was a manifestation of the philosophy of objectivism in “Atlas”: people guided by reason and self-interest.

“There is something in your inner self that Rand draws out,” Mr. Stack said. “You want to be a hero, you want to be right, but by the same token you have to question yourself, though you must not listen to interference thrown at you by the distracters. The lawyers told me not to open the books and share equity.” He said he defied them. “ ‘Atlas’ helped me pursue this idiot dream that became SRC.”

Mr. Stack said he was 19 and working in a factory when a manager gave him a copy of the book. “It’s the best business book I ever read,” he said. “I didn’t do well in school because I was a big dreamer. To get something that tells you to take your dreams seriously, that’s an eye opener.”

Mr. Stack said he gave a copy to his son, Tim Stack, 25, who was so inspired that he went to work for a railroad, just like the novel’s heroine, Dagny Taggart.

Every year, 400,000 copies of Rand’s novels are offered free to Advanced Placement high school programs. They are paid for by the Ayn Rand Institute, whose director, Yaron Brook, said the mission was “to keep Rand alive.”

Last year, bookstores sold 150,000 copies of the book. It continues to hold appeal, even to a younger generation. Mark Cuban, the owner of the Dallas Mavericks, who was born in 1958, and John P. Mackey, the chief executive of Whole Foods, who was 3 when the book was published, have said they consider Rand crucial to their success.

The book’s hero, John Galt, also continues to live on. The subcontractor hired to demolish the former Deutsche Bank building, which was damaged when the World Trade Center towers fell, was the John Galt Corporation. It was removed from the job last month after a fire at the building killed two firefighters.

In Chicago, there is John Galt Solutions, a producer of software for supply chain companies like Tastykake. The founder and chief executive of the company, Annemarie Omrod, said she considered the character an inspiration.

“We were reading the book,” she said, when she and Kai Trepte were thinking of starting the company. “For us, the book symbolized the importance of growing yourself and bettering yourself without hindering other people. John Galt took all the great minds and started a new society.

“Some of our customers don’t know the name, though after they meet us, they want to read the book,” she went on. “Our sales reps have a problem, however. New clients usually ask: ‘Hey, where is John Galt? How come I’m not important enough to rate a visit from John Galt?’ ” 

Plutocracy

Reprinted for the first time after 117 years, a couple years after this review drafted.

The Fate of Plutocracy
And the Future of Epic Imaginative Writing

I. An American Epic Disappeared

Over a century before former U.S. president Jimmy Carter tried his hand at a (historical) novel, another national political figure from Georgia, Thomas Manson Norwood wrote a “politico-social” novel titled Plutocracy; Or, American White Slavery, a lost work of literature, which, despite egregious flaws, should be considered an important epic of American imaginative writing.[1] Part classic Victorian novel, part satiric epic, this literary hybrid has long since been forgotten1 even though both the literary reach and cultural relevance of Plutocracy is comparable to other major American (U.S.) imaginative works of any era, including major works of its own time, such as Huckleberry Finn, Moby Dick, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, The Scarlet Letter.

It seems likely that Plutocracy has disappeared from history largely due to cultural and political factors that are neither necessarily surprising nor difficult to understand, which may in part be indicated by the novel’s full title: Plutocracy; Or, American White Slavery. The complete disappearance of a major American work of the imagination by a U.S. statesman from not only literature and literary history but also from nearly all historical record likely indicates that there are considerably deeper social and cultural forces and prejudices than, for example, the entrenched racism and sexism operating in the United States. Though racism and sexism are of course powerful forms of chauvinism, institutionalized and otherwise, that have contributed to the burial of highly accomplished African-American literary works – such as Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God – and works by women generally – including Kate Chopin’s The Awakening – it seems that even more fundamental forces such as economic chauvinism, or some combination of economic and class prejudice, along with American (U.S.) nationalism have acted to essentially blank Plutocracy from history.[2]

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Impact of Literary Criticism and Reviews

Book reviewer John Freeman writes in “Our Work, In Perspective“:

“…disappeared [are] the names of so many of the critics who described and depicted Kerouac’s literary journey into the world (and into bookstores). It’s a sobering lesson for a book critic. In the end, no matter how much we write about a book today, it — and usually it alone — will be creating the imaginary landscape we live in tomorrow.” 

On the contrary, I wouldn’t underestimate the power of literary criticism and reviews. The reactionary and status quo forces in the US and elsewhere surely don’t think that way. And for good reason. Criticism and reviews can make and break imaginative writing. Look at the history of the critical reception and its importance to the fate of the writing of, say, Kate Chopin, and Zora Neale Hurston, and even William Faulkner, and many others. 

 

Both fiction and criticism can seriously affect culture and society. Pakistan has banned all fiction from India, apparently because it fears its private and public transformative power. Pakistan allows some forms of nonfiction but literary criticism and reviews are not among those. 

 

As Michael Hanne notes in his careful study, The Power of the Story: Fiction and Political Change: 

 

“Storytelling, it must be recognized from the start, is always associated with the exercise, in one sense or another, of power, of control. This is true of even the commonest and apparently most innocent form of storytelling in which we engage: that almost continuous internal narrative monologue which everyone maintains, sliding from memory, to imaginative reworking of past events, to fantasizing about the future, to daydreaming…. It is a curious thing that, in the liberal democracies, the word ‘power’ is used more frequently than any other by publishers and reviewers to indicate, and invite, approval of a work of narrative fiction…. This flooding of popular critical discourse with the term ‘power’ does not, of course, indicate a widespread belief in the capacity of narrative fiction to ‘change the world.’ The use of ‘power’…indicates little more than approval of the novel’s capacity to involve and move the individual reader emotionally. Indeed the term is so devalued as to imply a denial that narrative fiction can exercise power in a wider social and political sense…. Power, as is usual in a liberal democracy, is treated as individual and unproblematic, rather than collective, structural, and problematic. 

 

“Two important corollaries follow from this: a) there is no public acknowledgement that literature plays a role in the maintenance of existing power structures and b) literature is seen as incapable of playing a seriously disruptive role within such a society…. If, in a liberal democracy, a piece of imaginative writing seeks or achieves social or political influence that goes beyond such a limited conception of its proper power, it must either be nonliterature masquerading as literature or a literary work being manipulated and misused for nonliterary, propagandistic purposes…. In overtly authoritarian states whose form of government does not rely on liberal bourgeois conceptions of constitutionality, such as Russia under the Tsars or the Soviet Union under Stalin, these assumptions are entirely reversed. Literature is required, by a combination of censorship and patronage, to contribute to the maintenance of power as constituted at the time. The government’s insistence on retaining tight control over what is written and published reflects the belief, which is most often shared by the regime’s opponents, that fictional writing possesses an extreme potential for disruption.” 

 

“…narrative fiction, in certain circumstances, plays a central role in the lives and political thinking of ordinary people…”

 

The same surely holds both directly and indirectly for criticism and reviews. 

 

It’s also evident that to great though varying degrees in both types of society, “Literature is required, by a combination of censorship and patronage, to contribute to the maintenance of power as constituted at the time.” 

It’s often done unconsciously in the more democratic societies, though far from always, as a number of progressive-minded literary critics and imaginative writers – and reviewers, no doubt – over these many years can attest.

Reviewing Scott’s Socialist Joy in the Writing of Langston Hughes

By Seth Sandronsky 

[Socialist Joy in the Writing of Langston Hughes By Jonathan Scott ( Columbia , University of Missouri Press, 2006), 272 pp. Hardcover, $39.95.]

Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was a great American poet. But he did not stop there. Jonathan Scott’s new Socialist Joy in the Writing of Langston Hughes helps us to take pleasure in his originality and productivity.

“I’ve been obsessed by the relation between the individual and the collective,” writes Scott, a Detroit native who teaches English in Jerusalem. To this end, he illuminates Hughes’ patterns of poetry and prose as organic ingredients of social actions in the United States and abroad at that time in history. Our repressive era lacks a similar writer or politics.

Scott’s book has four parts. Part one looks at Hughes and his work on African-American culture that sees society from a unique point of view informed by a daily struggle for justice. This vision, Scott writes, also is open to unity with others who labor for a living.

For instance, in the body of literature that Hughes produced, the blues constituted a culture that was more than art by, of and for blacks. Rather, the blues were a canvas for the lives of oppressed working people of all hues, voicing a socialist joy of potential human liberation.

“I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you,” wrote Hughes as a 20-something, “for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife and cut the world in two and see what worms are eating at the rind.”

Hughes’ essays and poems placed daughters and sons of former slaves within a mass of wage earners bridled by the time clock and the workplace. Both restricted their full abilities. Readers here and abroad responded to Hughes’ emancipatory writing, but mainstream critics were cold to his literary flair. In part two, Nicolás Guillén, the Cuban national poet, had a different reaction. He and Hughes met in 1930. Their union helped Guillén create new forms of popular poetry for Cubans who were struggling to free themselves from Western colonialism.

In part three, Scott turns to Hughes’ journalism from the 1940s to the 1960s, “his most popular literary innovation since his blues poems of the 1920s and 1930s.” In the Chicago Defender, a black-owned paper, Hughes penned “Here to Yonder,” a column with a main character named Jesse B. Simple. He spoke with Hughes and other blacks about current events, including class conflict among and between them, while rejecting their shared second-rate citizenship. Readers loved this column, a community talking book. In it, Hughes seeded a transformative dialogue about the living and working conditions of regular women and men. As a columnist, Hughes urged social equality “through the popular language of the African-American laborer,” Scott notes. This message was loud and clear in the Civil Rights movement.

In part four, we read about Hughes, a pioneering author of children’s literature. This, like his journalistic efforts, attracted new readers. The First Book of Rhythms flowed from his time as a writing teacher for Chicago students in the eighth grade. Hughes emphasized their use of drawing to describe movement, a process which has animated the natural world from the days of the ancient Greeks and Egyptians.

“Hughes’ method is an ingenious way of getting students to think in terms of the rhythms of prose writing; of lyrical flow; of word sequences, transitions, cadences and caesuras,” Scott writes.

“Already there is the room to start and stop as suits the writer, but in a disciplined, rhythmized way.” The connections between listening, seeing and writing blossomed in Hughes’s able hands. Parents and classroom teachers of middle and high-school students, take note!

Currently, Hughes has a larger stature outside the United States than inside of it. Here, he is largely a writer studied during Black History Month and otherwise ignored. That is a shame and a trend to end. Scott’s book may be a move in that direction.

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Graham Greene and The Quiet American

China Hand notes

Contrary to the president’s assertion, the central lesson of Greene’s book is not that Pyle’s (read Bush’s) courage, energy, and idealism were betrayed by the lazy, ignoble disdain of lesser men (read Democrats) for a multi-decade crusade on behalf of Vietnamese (read Iraqi) freedom.

Greene’s powerfully-argued theme is that Pyle sacrificed the moral high ground, doomed his venture at its inception, and sowed the seeds of his own destruction by orchestrating a terrorist bombing in a profoundly misguided and indecent attempt to advance a foolish, unrealistic, and catastrophic political agenda.

The Sirens of Baghdad: A Novel by Yasmina Khadra

from the Guardian

Sirens of Baghdad is a novel of the current Iraq war. The nameless narrator is a Bedouin, from Kafr Karam, “a village lost in the sands of the Iraqi desert, a place so discreet that it often dissolves in mirages, only to emerge at sunset”. His studies at the University of Baghdad were terminated by the invasion, as, he explains, was much else: “From one day to the next, the most passionate love affairs dissolved in tears and blood. The university was abandoned to vandals, and my dreams were destroyed, too.” So he returns to his village, where for the novel’s first third Khadra beautifully evokes a scorched quietude, the village so far untouched by the occupation, as it had been by the previous dictatorship, symbolised by “the party’s community antenna, inaugurated amid fanfare 30 years previously and fallen into disrepair for lack of ideological conviction”. Satirical scenes of political arguments among the elders in the barber shop alternate with explanations of the complex structures of kinship, insult and reconciliation, studded with laconic sensuous evocation: “It was about 11 o’clock, and the sun sprinkled false oases all over the plain. A couple of birds flapped their wings against the white-hot sky.”

All at once, the war comes to Kafr Karam. A group of men are taking the village’s mentally disabled young man, Sulayman, to a clinic because he has hurt himself. Their car is stopped by US soldiers, and Sulayman tries to run away. In a brutal scene, he is riddled with bullets. Next, a wedding party is bombed from the air. “The guests were having a good time,” one witness says, “and then the chairs and tables blew away, like in a windstorm.” Finally, a group of GIs conduct a night raid on the narrator’s own house, perpetrating an unforgivable humiliation on his aged father. According to Bedouin tradition, this insult must be “washed away in blood”, so the narrator decides to travel to Baghdad and join an Islamist cell planning an attack on London.

To direct a novel’s narrator into a conspiratorial, mass-murdering mindset when not even halfway through is a brave strategy. We stay in his head as he begins work in an electronics shop that is a front for explosives distribution, right up until the critical point of his mission. Meanwhile, there are other voices pondering various sides of the question of violence.

Memories of Roque Dalton by Nina Serrano

The Assassination of a Poet 

Memories of Roque Dalton

by Nina Serrano

Counterpunch  

I first met Roque Dalton in Havana in July of 1968. He claimed he was a descendant of an outlaw, and he turned me into a writer and a poet.

I was in Havana working on a documentary film about Fidel with my then-husband, Saul Landau, and our two children, Greg, age 13 and Valerie, age 10. It was our second trip there as a family. I researched Cuban photo and film archives and filled in as the sound person. Making a film about Fidel involved a tremendous amount of waiting and therefore free time.

Living in a hotel with maid and laundry service, as well as restaurant meals, liberated my life from domestic duties. I met remarkable people including Estella Bravo who worked at Casa de Las Americas, the hub of Cuban and international leftist life with publications, exhibits, and conferences. Estella recruited me as a volunteer to help her catalogue American folk and protest music at “Casa.”

Richard Wright and Native Son

Professor gears up for 100th birthday of ‘Native Son’ author

By Sarah Bryan Miller

ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH

Author Richard Wright (1908-1960) is coming up on his centenary next year. That means that Jerry Ward’s work is moving into high gear.

Wright, born in Natchez, Miss., was best known for his novel “Native Son” and autobiography “Black Boy.” He did most of his important work from the late 1930s to the early 1950s, devoting much of his time to writing haiku toward the end. He died of a heart attack in his adopted city, Paris. His carefully wrought sentences are often long and dense by today’s standards, but his voice was striking in his time.

Dr. Jerry W. Ward Jr. is a professor of English and African World Studies at Dillard University in New Orleans. Born in Washington, he lived in Mississippi from age 6; before going to Dillard, he taught at Tugaloo College in Jackson, Miss., for 32 years.

At the moment, Ward is awash in Wright centennial projects, including monthly discussions in Natchez, and coediting the Richard Wright Encyclopedia for Greenwood Press.

“I hope it will be out before the end of 2008,” he says. He’s also coediting “The Cambridge History of African American Literature,” due in 2009. “But I’m really immersed between now and 2008,” he says. “Wright seems to have total control of my energies.”

Q: Have you seen a lot of changes in students’ knowledge and appreciation of African-American literature?

A: Yes, I have. When I first started teaching in 1970, the students were very anxious to have courses on black literature. This was the whole period of the civil rights movement, which dovetailed with the black arts movement. Students were very excited and wanted these courses.

Now, there’s still interest, but the passion for it is not there. They complain that some of the work is very hard (to read). They’d rather read street literature, urban literature — I call them “romances.”

Q: Is it as hard as getting people to read Henry James?

A: Not Henry James. (When) people read him, they get kind of prune-faced. Maybe Norman Mailer, he’s not as hard, but we have to know all this background.

Q: In his heyday, Wright was controversial, in part, because of his outspoken communism. How is he viewed today?

A: The communism is no longer a real problem, anymore than the threat of communism is a problem anymore.

Q: Is Wright seen as a major American author or as a major African-American author?

A: When you’re dealing with literature, I think he’s really seen in both camps. But it’s under the rubric of African-American literature that he gets the most attention.

Back in the 1960s, Irving Howell said that “Native Son” was so important that when it was published, America was changed forever. This is really hyperbole, but that’s the kind of impact the novel had.

In 1938, he published a collection of stories, “Uncle Tom’s Children,” which won him a Guggenheim Fellowship. That was followed by the great success of “Native Son,” which created a national reputation. In 1940, when you consider where America was in racial terms, to have a black author with a Book-of-the-Month Club selection, to have a black author sell as well as he did, well, that was quite a phenomenon.

Q: What else did he do that was significant?

A: In 1941, he combined his very poetic text with (government) photos, “12 Million Black Voices: A Folk History of the Negro in the United States.” And in 1953, he published “The Outsider.” It’s a very powerful but difficult novel, because it is a novel of ideas.

You have to deal with existentialism, Wright’s critique of communism and fascism, the concept of the Superman from Nietzsche and Wright’s long-standing interest in Freudian psychology. It’s an interesting story, but with long passages of philosophy.

Q: It sounds like Ayn Rand.

A: It’s a little juicier than Ayn Rand.

Q: Rand’s pretty juicy in places.

A: Well, there’s lots of murder.

Q: Is the study of African-American literature becoming mainstream?

A: No, it’s becoming deeper, (reflecting) much of what’s happening. The whole cultural phenomenon of hip-hop, and how pervasive that has been — it has to do with fashion. It has to do with choices of behavior that almost seem to be from the Jazz Age: the misbehavior of the rich crowd. It’s part of some kind of cultural globalization.

When you begin to talk about African-American literature and culture, you begin to engage the whole notion of the African diaspora. What are the relations between people from the Caribbean, Latin America, the United States — how are they interacting? They’re not looking back to Africa. And they’re not looking at being absorbed.

The People vs King Coal

Coal the Hard Truth

Written almost 90 years apart, a pair of muckraking books neatly frames the messy debate over the consequences of the `dirty rock’ – and its stubbornly prominent role in our future

Christine Sismondo

The Ontario government recently announced it would not be installing “scrubbers” in the province’s coal-fired power plants, technology that could reduce toxic smog-causing emissions by 60 per cent.

And why not? Because coal plants are supposedly not long for Ontario, their demise in this province promised for 2014 just last week by Premier Dalton McGuinty.

Still, some wonder if reports of their impending death are exaggerated, since the funeral was once set for this year (a promise the current government campaigned on), then initially extended to 2009.

As a shortcut to making cheap electricity, we got seriously hooked on the dirty rock more than a hundred years ago and we’re still trying to wean ourselves off. Although we tend to think of coal as a thing of the past, with a few outmoded plants still lingering around as anachronisms, in fact we burn more coal than ever before.

All signs point to still more coal consumption, with coal now being billed, particularly in the United States, as a homegrown alternative to expensive foreign oil.

Coal has always had its hidden, ugly side. From the very beginning, while we were delighting in the novelty of electric appliances at world’s fairs and the convenience of nighttime lighting, coal was responsible for human misery.

About 100,000 people died in American coal mines in the 20th century, and “black lung” is thought to be responsible for an estimated 200,000 more American deaths over that span. That has been merely one of the hidden costs of keeping the lights on.

Novelist Upton Sinclair investigated the rock’s dark underbelly in his muckraking book King Coal in 1917. The book (currently in print but pictured below in an early edition) is fiction but based on a 1913-14 coal miners’ strike. Despite harsh realities of fighting powerful King Coal, Sinclair remained hopeful. He felt the injustices of men being cheated out of their full pay, and worked to the bone in life-threatening conditions, could be overcome through solidarity. In most of Sinclair’s books, there is only one real hero, socialism as he understood it, and in the end it always prevailed….

Fast forward to the present, where lately the dirty little rock has been examined by New York Times Magazine writer Jeff Goodell, in Big Coal: The Dirty Secret Behind America’s Energy Future.

In Goodell’s story, the modern “King Coal” is the real-life Don Blankenship, president, CEO and chair of Massey Energy, a U.S. company with 19 mining facilities in West Virginia, Virginia, and Kentucky. Blankenship’s a small-town-poor-kid-made-good who pulled himself up by his own bootstraps and is, incidentally, a descendent of those McCoys who kept feuding with the Hatfields.

At times, Blankenship tries to do good work; for instance, he gives out toys to children in Madison, W. Va., location of one of the company’s operations. In the real-life tale Maria Gunnoe plays the “David” role. She’s a vocal resident who has been campaigning against the environmental fallout from Massey’s operations.

By Goodell’s account,Gunnoe’s activism made her unpopular in some quarters – in suspicious incidents her car’s brake lines were slashed and the family dog found dead.

The devastation Gunnoe describes to Goodell is a result of the ways mining has changed (improved to some, much worse to others) over the years. For instance, in an effort to minimize the expense and danger involved in going into underground pits, it’s become common to simply cut the top off the mountain and lift the coal out (“mountain top removal,” in mine-speak).

http://www.thestar.com/News/article/228774

The Niceness Racket — Review by Lee Siegel

The Niceness Racket

A Review by Lee Siegel

As I was trying to make sense of Dave Eggers’s strange new book [What Is the What], I came across a piece of writing that captured the general cultural atmosphere in which Eggers’s book took shape. Not long ago, in the course of reviewing Martin Amis’s novel House of Meetings, most of which takes place in a Soviet gulag, Joan Acocella bestowed on readers of The New Yorker this illumination: “Amis, like Primo Levi, his great predecessor in prison-camp memorialization, is able to calculate degrees of anguish.”

Amis’s great predecessor in prison-camp memorialization! If you had the sublime luck to be sitting in your dentist’s waiting room when you read that, you could have tried faking a sudden painful abscess and begging the nurse to infuse you with a triple dose of Demerol. That way, you might have lost consciousness before Acocella’s sentence became stored in your memory cells. Her remark was shockingly and multivalently out of kilter. “Predecessor” implies a position and function kindred to those of the eventual “successor,” and Amis is planets away from both Levi’s experience and his evocative power. Auschwitz was not a “prison camp,” it was a death camp. Levi’s testimony cannot adequately be described with the bland “memorialization”. And real writers, imaginative writers, writers such as Levi, do not “calculate” anything, let alone incalculable anguish.

You couldn’t blame Amis for Acocella’s insentience, but you couldn’t blame Acocella for banging her head against Amis’s novel until she apparently lost consciousness. The generation of people who survived the Holocaust and Stalin’s vast network of camps is disappearing, but the number of novels about modern genocide has increased, and most of them are written by people who have no firsthand experience of their subject on which to draw. This presents a curious problem. Bearing witness, even in fictionalizing form, to extreme historical events that you have experienced is one thing. It is quite a different thing to try to recreate extreme historical events that you have not experienced, and then to try to imagine what it would be like to think and feel your way through them. This is hardly an illegitimate endeavor — the imagination has an obligation to wrestle with even the most unimaginable experiences; but it is an intensely demanding endeavor, with moral and aesthetic pitfalls all around.