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Friday Follies 2.31

Romanian legislators say fear may have been to blame for the defeat of their bill to tax witches and fortune tellers. The bill would also have held fortune tellers liable for wrong predictions. (via)

A Wisconsin woman was arrested for possession of marijuana — after allegedly stealing it from the back of the town police chief’s truck. (via)

And a Wisconsin district attorney who was prosecuting a woman’s ex-boyfriend sent the woman some 30 text messages over the course of three days, asking, among other things, if she was “the kind of girl that likes secret contact with an older married elected DA.” (via)

Ah yes, the tried and true “I thought he was a bear” defense.

Is fighting over religion with a church the definition of folly? A New York couple has sued a Catholic high school for refusing a religious exemption to enroll their son without state-required vaccinations. The complaint alleges, among other things, that “God designed our bodies to have immune systems that must not be defiled by vaccines. Immunizations are a violation of God’s supreme authority, and therefore, unholy.”

In another sue the church episode, IHOP (International House of Pancakes) is suing IHOP (International House of Prayer) for trademark infringement.

I’m really not quite sure why an attorney would think otherwise but the South Carolina Supreme Court not only agrees that sleeping with a client’s spouse “morally inappropriate and ill-advised at best,” it also believes it is a per se violation of the rules of professional conduct that govern attorneys. (via)


Get out of the way of Justice. She is blind.

Stanislaw Jerzy Lec, More Unkempt Thoughts

Midweek Music Moment: Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell, Meat Loaf

We all have guilty pleasures — music, books or movies that we’re a bit abashed to admit we enjoy. For me, one of those is Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell.

As the title suggests, the album is the follow-up to Meat Loaf’s first solo album, 1977’s Bat Out of Hell, a collaboration between Meat Loaf and songwriter Jim Steinman. I wasn’t a fan of that album, finding it bombastic and over the top. For reasons that have been detailed elsewhere, it was another 16 years before the two would collaborate on Back Into Hell. I will be the first to admit it is as bombastic and over the top as its predecessor. So why did it grab me? At the risk of providing more than you’d care to hear, it has a lot to do with circumstances of my life. It not only spoke to particular things at a particular point, what I heard were things one should occasionally be reminded of.

Released 17 years ago this week, I don’t recall how I ended up first hearing the album. What I do know is that preceding year or two were close to a nightmare. A heart attack left me wondering if I would make it to 40, let alone 50. My father died. My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. My father-in-law suffered a debilitating stroke. That’s not to mention the “routine” stressors for someone approaching “middle age” who’d just built a new house and had three children seven or younger. Suffice it to say there was more than a touch of melancholy, disillusionment and even anger — and, fortunately, a wife who was indispensable in persisting against it all. And those are the emotions the theater and bombast of Back Into Hell addressed, particularly the first five cuts.

A much shorter version of the opening, 12-minute “I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)” became Meat Loaf’s first and only number one single. Although it has echoes of “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” from the first LP, when I hear this song now it’s like meeting up with an old friend. There’s any number of lines in it that I love to this day (“I know you can save me/No one else can save me now but you”) but the call and response duet near the end of the song can still bring goosebumps. Immediately following is the disillusionment of “Life is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back.” The elements that make up our life or that we believe important begin to seem defective when “There’s always something going wrong/That’s the only guarantee.” We end up believing that “Everything’s a lie and that’s a fact.”

Moving back to salvation is “Rock and Roll Dreams Come True.” It’s one of the songs on Back Into Hell where so many lyrics said so much. “You can’t run away forever/But there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start” sure sounded good. For me, that head start came from both my wife and music, there “when you really really need it the most.” I agreed that “the angels had guitars even before they had wings/If you hold onto a chorus you can get through the night.” The concept of survival appears in the next tune, “It Just Won’t Quit.” Steinman and Meat Loaf again seemed to be putting some of my thoughts into words: “And I never really sleep anymore/And I always get those dangerous dreams/And I never get a minute of peace/And I gotta wonder what it means.” They also asked questions we all probably confront at some time: “Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?/Will it go on forever or is it over tonight?” Hearing someone express your thoughts sticks with you.

“Out of the Frying Pan” continues the roller coaster. It not only talks about how killing time “will kill you right back,” but, more important, the woman the narrator desires is “the answer to every prayer that I ever said,” something I frequently thought of my wife during these times.

Yet it wasn’t just me who loved the album. It made my wife a Meat Loaf fan (it didn’t carry me quite that far). And, perhaps making others wonder about my parenting skills, my kids also loved it. Even today, my middle daughter may be able to recite verbatim the spoken word “Wasted Youth.” Her favorite lines come from a setting reminiscent of The Doors’ “The End.” As a son stands poised above his parents’ bed, ready to bring an electric guitar crashing down, he cries out, “I said ‘God damn it daddy!/You know I love you/But you got a hell of a lot to learn about rock ‘n roll!'”

Now all of this has been about my relationship with the record. I should also note that although theatrical and occasionally overproduced arena or anthem rock, the album has some excellent musicianship and some superb production values. In addition to Meat Loaf being among the few artists who could pull this off, the album is also further evidence that Roy Bittan, best known for being in Springsteen’s E Street Band, may well be the best rock and roll pianist in the world.

So there’s a lot of reasons Back Into Hell has a permanent place on my iPod. Yeah, it’s a guilty pleasure but one came at the right time in my life.


If you want my views of history then there’s something you should know
The three men I admire most are Curly, Larry and Moe

“Everything Louder Than Everything Else,” Meat Loaf, Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell

My life as a book title – 2010

I did this meme on my birthday last year and since it’s been revamped for 2010, I thought I might do it this day each year it’s around. Basically, you just complete the sentence with a title of a book you’ve read during the current year. Here’s this year’s story/summary of my life (although I’m cheating a bit by using the title of the book I’m currently reading):

In high school I was: Looking for the Summer (Robert W. Norris)

People might be surprised I’m: Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So (Mark Vonnegut)

I will never be: The Twin (Gerbrand Bakker)

My fantasy job is: God’s Brain (Lionel Tiger and Michael McGuire)

At the end of a long day I need: Freedom, Jonathan Franzen

I hate it when: I Curse the River of Time (Per Petterson)

Wish I had: Too Much Happiness (Alice Munro)

My family reunions are: Strange Days Indeed (Francis Wheen)

At a party you’d find me with: The Imperfectionists (Tom Rachman)

I’ve never been to: Point Omega (Don DeLillo)

A happy day includes: Freedom

Motto I live by: Nothing to Envy (Barbara Demick)

On my bucket list: Packing for Mars (Mary Roach)

In my next life, I want to be: God’s Brain


Any moment called now is always full of possibles.

China Mieville, Kraken

Book Review: Treason on the Airwaves by Judith Keene

Every once in a while, something reinforces just what vision those who wrote our Constitution had. The latest for me is Judith Keene’s Treason on the Airwaves: Three Allied Broadcasters on Axis Radio during World War II. The title is self-explanatory but, as the book observes, of the three countries examined — Great Britain, Australia and the United States — only the last deals with treason in its constitution.

Treason, in fact, is the only crime defined in the U.S. Constitution. It consists only of “levying War” against the U.S. or in adhering to [its] Enemies, giving them Aid and Comfort” and conviction requires “the Testimony of two Witnesses to the same overt Act, or on Confession in open Court.” Why did the nation’s founders impose such restrictions? The goal was that “ordinary partisan divisions within political society were not … escalated by the stronger into capital charges of treason, as so often had happened in England.” Their foresight rings true today when political partisanship includes suggesting any who disagree are traitors.

Keene’s examination of the prosecutions of a citizens of three different countries for broadcasts to Allied troops on German and Japanese radio during World War II makes one thing fairly clear, though. No legal principles, whether constitutional or statutory, can erase the emotion that surrounds and impacts treason cases. Treason on the Airwaves explores this primarily through the cases of John Amery, the product of a highly respected British family who became part of the Nazi propaganda machine; Charles Cousens, a major in the Australian armed services taken prisoner when the Japanese captured Singapore who later began broadcasting on Radio Tokyo; and Iva Toguri, the California-born student studying in Japan when the war broke out and who was prosecuted as “Tokyo Rose” even though she never used that name. Unfortunately, the Australian historian’s style and various errors undercut her effort.

Some of these problems begin at the outset with Amery’s story. Amery is the only one of the three broadcasters to plead guilty and the only one executed. Amery’s father was a respected government official and John Amery had spent much of his adult life on the European continent. He did, however, have strong anti-Semite and anti-communist views. In France when it fell to the Nazis, Amery spent much of the war traveling through Europe making speeches and broadcasts aimed at convincing Britons they should not fight Hitler’s Germany but, rather, worry about the threat of a communist Russia. Although Treason on the Airwaves considers various aspects of the case, ranging from Amery’s upbringing and his family’s post-plea contention that he had long been “morally insane” to Amery’s political views, Keene seems to back into the story. She not only begins with Amery’s execution, but seems to summarize much of what is coming in the following chapters. Those chapters then seem to blend events from various periods and, as such, Amery’s story seems disjointed rather than unfolded. Additionally, Keene’s writing style tends toward academic phrasing rather than the perhaps more readable reportage.

Cousens’ and Toguri’s experiences are approached more chronologically but are somewhat intermingled because the two worked together at Radio Tokyo. A variety of errors, both large and small, trouble the recounting. Most egregious is when Keene writes that the U.S. dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima on August 8, 1945, and on Nagasaki three days later. You need not be a historian to know Hiroshima was bombed on August 6, making this an embarrassing error, typographical or otherwise, for a historian.

Other lapses are perhaps closer to annoyances. Keene refers to Toguri’s July 4 birthday as making her a “genuine Yankee Doodle Dandee,” rather than “Dandy,” an error that would be less offending were the phrase not in quotes. She also writes that one U.S. serviceman “knew the date he had first seen” Tokyo Rose. As the serviceman was in a submarine in the South China Sea, he may have heard a Radio Tokyo broadcast but it is impossible for him to have seen the broadcaster.

Still, there is value to Treason on the Airwaves. It gives readers an overview of why radio broadcasts became part of the war effort and also takes a look inside both the Germany and Japanese radio efforts, although in greater detail with Japan’s. It also portrays the atmosphere in which these prosecutions were conducted, one in which animosities from the war had not dissipated. For example, many Australians agreed that Cousens, a well-known broadcaster before the war, should be prosecuted. “But even the most adamant among them,” Keene writes, “were aghast that any Australian, let alone a soldier, could be convicted on the testimony of a ‘Jap,’ to employ the expression invariably used.” Likewise, although released in 1946 without charges, Toguri was arrested again in 1947 when political commentator Walter Winchell stirred people up about “Jap traitors.” This came despite the fact the war crimes trials against Japanese leaders were being dropped.

Although Cousens went through a seven and a half week preliminary hearing, he never went to trial. Australia’s federal statutes applied only to treasonous acts committed in the country. Cousens ended up being charged under the laws of New South Wales but the state prosecutor, never enamored with the task, ultimately decided to drop the charges. Although Cousens admitted doing broadcasts and helping train other broadcasters, he insisted he and they were trying to send messages that provided useful information to Allied forces.

Keene also raises the question of the extent to which Toguri may have been selectively prosecuted. The book explains that “Tokyo Rose” was “a figure who had been conjured up in the GI imagination.” Toguri, who could barely speak Japanese when she arrived in Tokyo in September 1941 to visit relatives and study the language, always referred to herself on air as Ann, Orphan Ann or Orphan Annie. Treason on the Airwaves explores the extent to which the FBI interviewed servicemen to identify her by voice in an effort to find the requisite two witnesses to the same overt act. After a trial lasting nearly three months, the jury convicted Toguri on only one of eight treason counts in late September 1949. Some witnesses against her later said they lied or were bribed.

As a result of the conviction, Toguri served more than another six years in prison before being paroled. Despite the fact she lost her citizenship as a result of the conviction,leaving her stateless, she remained in America. She eventually received a full pardon from President Ford in 1977 that also restored her citizenship. There is, however, one thing the government was unable to restore. Toguri’s husband, a Portuguese citizen who also worked for Radio Tokyo, was allowed to come to San Francisco to testify at her trial only if he agreed to leave the country immediately after the trial and never attempt to return. As a result, Toguri never saw her husband again after 1949.

Amery, Cousens and Toguri were not the only English-speaking Axis broadcasters to be prosecuted for treason. Their stories, however, help provide an overview not only of the how such collaboration arose but the questions of law and justice such cases presented. That overview would be more effective were it not for apparent mistakes with details.


A retired brigadier general, writing to the Los Angeles Times on September, 3, 1972, encapsulated the sentiment: Tokyo Rose was part of “the good old days when Patriotism was still in flower and treason meant something.”

Judith Keene, Treason on the Airwaves

Discover new book blogs

Today kicks off Book Blogger Appreciation Week but this is likely the only post I’ll do on it. And it is devoted to a few excellent blogs I discovered while narrowing down the longlist in two categories and judging the shortlist in another. There won’t be much more than that because I confirmed I’m too old, too male, too cynical or any combination of them to get much out of BBAW.

Maybe proof I’m a curmudgeon comes in that of the 38 books nominated for various “best books” awards, I’ve only read one and I wasn’t too impressed with it, Plainly, I’m not reading — or operating — in the same realm as others who are participating. Also, the blogging topics for the week aren’t necessarily ones I’d write about or, if they are, I’ve previously done so. I was pleased to see, though that the two blogs that tied at the top of my ballot in the Literary Fiction shortlist I helped judge were among the three finalists.

And that’s one thing for which BBAW deserves credit. I discovered some excellent book blogs (and some not so good ones). The blogs listed alphabetically below, were new pleasures and each has its own unique style. The common theme among them is good writing, something that goes a long way in my book, even if I’m frequently inept at it. No doubt this post and their appearance in my blogroll will drive ones and ones of readers to these blogs.

Dead White Guys: An Irreverent Guide to the Classics — While this new blog reflects an age difference between me and its author, it still is worth checking out. Written by young woman, her mission is simple and direct: ” approach the classics in a light-hearted, sarcastic, silly-but-never-stupid way in order to remind people that these books are worth reading because they’re super awesome.”

Park Benches and Book Ends — I was surprised how many UK blogs I saw during the BBAW process and this one, just nine months old, is among my favorites. Perhaps the unique twist is that it is written by a married couple, Jess and Chris. They don’t write joint posts or review the same book. As a result, we get a wide range of books, genres and subjects based on their individual tastes.

Sasha & The Silverfish — The subtitle of this blog, “a reading journal,” is a quite accurate. Sasha doesn’t so much review books as much as provide electronic marginalia or an electronic commonplace book. She also makes this a blog for readers, not a form of lit crit or analysis.

Shelf Love — Also a collaborative blog, this one is written by two women, Jenny and Teresa. Again, they don’t read the same books or write joint reviews. Started by Jenny some two and a half years ago and joined by Teresa a couple months later, the diversity is intriguing and enjoyable. It is a deserving BBAW finalist for Best Literary Fiction Blog and was added to the blogroll a couple weeks ago.

The New Dork Review of Books — While it has nothing to do with why the blog made this list, I was thrilled when I discovered that this nearly year-old blog was written by a guy. There tain’t many of us in the bookblogosphere. Here’s the real reason it made this list: it was a BBAW finalist for Best Literary Fiction Blog, Best Written Book Blog and Best New Book Blog. I’m please to say, though, that I added it to the blogroll weeks before the finalists were announced.

So, check out each of these blogs. They’re well worth the time.


Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.

Gertrude Stein, “An American and France” (1936)