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Perhaps labor is too strong a term for what I did over the weekend — and even if it is the right word, it was in part a labor of love.
Tired of the bookcases in my hideaway at home overflowing, I bought a new 3′ by 7′ bookshelf this weekend. Although it’s not a built-in like the existing and somewhat larger set of four, it adds enough space for my current books and means room to spare. Of course, adding a bookshelf requires relocating those already on the shelves and those looking for a spot. After getting about halfway through, I decided to change the arrangement I’d decided on initially. Never being the quickest study, it was only after moving a significant number of books that I realized the second scheme wasn’t going to work and I had to revert to the first.
In addition, the youngest daughter’s redecorating and rearranging of her room this summer freed up a three-shelf bookcase. Thus, this weekend it took the place of the two-shelf one next to the bed that held the “TBR” books. That extra shelf means some books previously forced off the bookcase without having been read have returned.
As I told my wife, though, there is a problem associated with having space available on bookshelves. Just as it is said that nature abhors a vacuum, empty bookshelf space always cries out to be filled.
I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage, with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post which any human power can give.
Thomas Jefferson, February 7, 1788, letter
As I imagine the blogosphere will be relatively quiet over the holiday weekend, (more a four-day weekend for me thanks to assisting oldest daughter with her return to college Friday), here’s a variety of wide ranging items to explore:
- It’s awards time at the World Science Fiction convention. Vernor Vinge’s Rainbows End won the biggie — the Hugo Award for Best Novel. I’ve read three of the five finalists and have one on the TBR bookshelf. Vinge’s book was also a finalist for the Prometheus Award, given by the Libertarian Futurist Association for books that “examine the meaning of freedom.” Charles Stross won for Glasshouse, which was also a finalist for the best novel Hugo. As the linked reviews indicate, my favorite of the two was Glasshouse.
- A member of the South Dakota media tells his colleagues, “Get over it” in a rational and intelligent fashion. (Via.)
- With the State Fair underway, the heavens part and members of both the South Dakota right and left agree it’s time to end the damn thing, something I’ve believed for probably two decades or more.
- The new issue of Rolling Stone reports that the new album by The Eagles, set for release in October, “will be sold exclusively at Wal-Mart for the first year.” So much for the reputed social conscience of Messrs. Henley, Frey, Schmidt and Walsh.
- I don’t read The Huffington Post but the fact Paul Krassner now writes”Assholes of the Week” has led me to sign up to get e-mails from the site whenever he posts to the blog. (Via.)
- This is intriguing: “The National Endowment for the Arts will partner with XM Radio to bring literature to satellite radio with the launch of ‘The Big Read on XM,’ a series airing audio versions of classic novels in 30-minute installments.” The Big Read has been used in South Dakota over the last couple years and expanding it to audio seems worthwhile. (Via.)
- I have to agree with the ImmmigrationProf that most legal blogging (I would say the vast majority) is not legal scholarship. Proliferation is not the same as quality, as any of us who read blogs are well aware.
- I think this would lead to arachnophobia in damn near anyone.
You are what you is
You is what you am
(A cow don’t make ham . . . )
You ain’t what you’re not
Title Cut, Frank Zappa, You Are What You Is
- Maybe it’s just proof of comparably bent minds, but I’m happy to see someone else had the very thought I did when I heard about Alberto Gonazles’ resignation.
- I cannot comment on Tim Johnson’s appearance or medical status, since I did not attend Tuesday’s rally and did not watch the Nightline program. That said, I am somewhat surprised by the number of non-professionals quoted in broadcast or print news stories pronouncing on his mental faculties based solely on being in the audience at the rally.
- One of the more apt comments I’ve seen following the rally comes from Doug Wiken, who wrote: “I hope too [that Johnson] can now see why we need a single-payer insurance system that can help people with serious health problems who don’t also happen to be in the US Senate. He can become a spokesman in the senate for those who suffer from similar afflictions but are without his insurance, family, and economic resources.”
- Because I generally don’t watch television news, I learned from Rolling Stone today: Ted Nugent Told To Dial Back Politics at South Dakota State Fair. That’s certainly an advisable and wise choice but I’m thinking that, sadly, too many in our state are receptive to the recent message for which Nugent is being criticized.
I read the papers
And I got the blues
“Long Distance Love,” Little Feat, The Last Record Album
The news e-mail from the wonderful Backstreets was my first word the long-rumored E Street tour has been announced. St. Paul is Friday, Nov. 2. Based on what I considered fairly reliable info a week or so ago, I already have reservations at the Holiday Inn across the street from the Xcel that night. After all, I figure there’s going to be fewer nearby motel rooms than tickets. Word is the main floor will be general admission with the rest reserved seating.
There are 18 US dates (including two nights each in East Rutherford and NYC) before the band sets off for Europe. Bruce discounts this being a farewell tour, telling Backstreets in an exclusive interview, “There ain’t gonna be any farewell tour.” I took that to mean there won’t be a formally announced farewell tour because, Bruce says, “you’re only gonna know that when you don’t see me no more.”
And, for what it’s worth, over the weekend I heard “Radio Nowhere,” the cut that’s circulating from the new album due October 2 (and which will be released on vinyl a week earlier for Grammy reasons). It’s not quintessential E Street material but album producer Brendan O’Brien nailed it on the head when he called it “a pretty straight-ahead rocker.” The CD/LP cover now graces the Springsteen official site and “Radio Nowhere” is available for free download, although I have no idea how long the link will be good, and also for free at iTunes for a week.
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there?
“Radio Nowhere,” Bruce Springsteen, Magic
So often it’s cast as “us against them,” a battle of cultures, West versus East, or even a “crusade,” with all its loaded implications. For several reasons, Tahar Djaout’s novel The Last Summer of Reason demonstrates the error of using such thinking when it comes to radical Islamists. In fact, it shows that the impact of and battle against fundamentalism is far from us versus them.
The Last Summer of Reason examines life from the viewpoint of Boualem Yekker, a bookseller in a republic modeled after Djaut’s Algeria. Taliban-like fundamentalists called the “Vigilant Brotherhood” now control the government and the state. “Some men, citing divine will and legitimacy, decided to shape the world in the image of their dream and their madness,” Boualem says. “Many citizens discovered that God could reveal a grisly face.” The V.B.s have renamed the republic “the Community in the Faith.” Its members “act as if they are in a new kind of western at which they play at collecting as many scalps of heathens and offenders of the laws of God as possible.” Weather reports disappear because “how can one argue and quibble over patterns known only to God?”
Despite the resemblance to the Taliban, Djaout was writing amidst a civil war in the early 1990s between Algeria’s military government and radical Islamists. He was murdered by an Islamic fundamentalist group in 1993. The unedited manuscript of The Last Summer of Reason was found among his papers after his death. It was published without editorial change, leaving modern readers to wonder if he would have elaborated on the tale rather than leave it as a slim, almost vignette-like phillipic.
First published posthumously in French, the language in which it was written, in 1999, the book made its first U.S. appearance in January 2001. While it, of course, drew more attention with the advent of September 11, 2001, the book demonstrates the serious concern that existed among secular or mainstream Muslims about radical Islamists more than a decade ago. Yet it also shows seeming prescience on Djaout’s part. Although the Taliban did not take control of the Afghan government until three years after Djaout’s death, the book resounds more now because of them. He even describes V.B. members manning roadblocks as being “rigged out like Afghan warriors” and that some of the clothing worn by V.B. members being called “Afghans,” reflecting that the mujahideen forces battling the Soviets in Afghanistan were grabbing the attention of the Muslim world.
The Last Summer of Reason unquestionably tends toward polemics at times. Still, Djaout’s skills as a poet, novelist and journalist give us a pitiable yet endearing character who sees and experiences firsthand a variety of the ramifications of fundamentalist government — restrictions on women, conversion of the education system into a vehicle to inculcate the young, the societal peer pressure to agree or at least conform, and a description of a demonstration that seems to take you in with the crowds.
While books are the foundation of Boualem’s life, flora and memory are key concepts in his story. Flora helps exemplify the variety of ideas and robust debate that hopefully germinate and take root in a healthy and growing society needs. Here, though, state effort is focused on cutting away branches that do not meet V.B. standards and, if possible, destroying it at its roots.
The new order would like to prune humanity, but also every individual human being. Expurgate, amputate, purify. Of memory leave only what celebrates the Revelation, of knowledge leave only what asks no questions, of man leave only the part that is submissive to God — a God whose outlines have been carefully drawn by the new masters: He knows no love, no forgiveness, no compassion and no tolerance. He is the God of vengeance and punishment.
Thus, as Alek Baylee Toumi points out in the introduction to this newly released University of Nebraska Press edition, it is no coincidence that Yekker means “he stood up” in Djaout’s native tongue. Even though Boualem’s wife and children leave him because they conform to the fundamentalist approach and consider him a pariah, he remains steadfast in his belief in words, ideas and philosophy on paper. Yet in feeling like he stands alone, memory is perhaps the only refuge because his society now breeds individual isolation and mistrust. This refuge contrasts sharply with the stark reality of his current life. And even though thousands of mainstream Muslims may agree with Boualem, “[e]veryone is barricaded behind a bulwark of hypocrisy and artificial piety.”
Through Boualem, Djaout makes it painfully clear that we cannot paint all Muslims with the same extremist brush, something that too often tends to happen in the wake of September 11th and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. This is, rather, a story of what fundamentalist Islamic extremists will do to their own. Nor is Djaout examining perils to which only Arab or Muslim countries are exposed. Comparisons can also be made to the cultural wars in the United States, where some seek to make science subservient to dogma. In Boualem’s world, the dictates of government-approved knowledge mean science can “pay attention only to those questions not settled in the Book.”
As much as Bjaout intended and we wish that this be a cautionary tale, it also reflects recent realities. That sad fact may lend even greater power to his work.
Boualem suddenly thinks of those distant relatives he would occasionally see in the country and who didn’t have a single book in their home. Every time he visited, he used to wonder how those people could live, without the smell of paper, without turning pages in which metaphors, ideas, and adventures were rustling.
Tahar Djaout, The Last Summer of Reason
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