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Being a latecomer to the sport of hockey (not surprising as I’ve only been on ice skates once in my life), I occasionally try to learn more about the sport through a primary obsession — reading. Not surprisingly, hockey books don’t really rise to the level of great literature. Still, they’re often worth the time investment. Here’s shortie reviews on three I’ve read since the first of the year.
In the Bin, Lloyd Freeberg — So named because it is the author, not the players, who are in the penalty box (a/k/a “the sin bin”), this is a collection of basically anecdotal stories. Freeberg is an off-ice official for the Anaheim Ducks and his stories stem from that experience. Many deal with his time as the “attendant” of the visitors penalty box, others as a goal judge, including during Stanley Cup playoff games (the NHL requires goal judges in playoff games be from teams not playing in the game). But it is little more than a collection of anecdotes, several of which consume more space telling us about the background of the player(s) involved then the actual incidents or events.
The Code, Ross Bernstein — Fighting in hockey is one of those things for which there is no shortage of strongly held opinions. Bernstein, a Minnesotan, attempts to take the reader inside the unwritten rules that govern fisticuffs at the professional level. He deserves credit for a balanced approach to the subject that also explores the background of some of the more notorious incidents that have occurred over the past couple decades (Todd Bertuzzi is the most recent example) and putting them in greater perspective. Subtitled The Unwritten Rules of Fighting and Retaliation in the NHL, the book creates a greater understanding of “the code” for outsiders. However, it suffers somewhat from repetitiveness. After all, there really are only so many ways to tell the reader that the “enforcers” follow an unwritten code and why their roles are intended to protect skill players and to police play on the ice. Since Bernstein wrote the book following the recent rule changes that have reduced the number of fights in the NHL as well as caused many NHL teams to question the need for a pure enforcer on the roster, it is quite relevant to the continuing debate over fighting in the sport.
Tropic of Hockey, Dave Bidini — This book is part hockey travelogue and part homage to the sport wrapped in a Canadian’s effort to rediscover his passion for the game. Bidini takes the reader to Hong Kong, China, Dubai and Transylvania and examines the game in those locations from a rec player’s perspective. Although there are times Bidini’s writing seems to be a throwback to mid-game discussions, it is a fairly well written book both from the perspective of hockey and insight into foreign countries. For example, Bidini does not just focus on the game itself, but goes beyond to look at the people playing it in places msot people would never suspect. In taking us from rinks on the eighth floor of shopping malls to an almost palace-like hockey facility in the desert. Bidini sheds insight on the worldwide appeal of the game and the true love of the game he found in his travels.
It’s funny how the thought of being punched in the face repeatedly can change someone’s thought process.
Ross Bernstein, The Code
It is unquestionably the most frightening movie I have seen in years. It actually bordered on making me feel physically ill. This isn’t some gory horror movie or some graphic war footage. It is the Oscar-nominated documentary Jesus Camp.
The film takes us inside the homes and churches of children from Missouri who end up attending an evangelical Christian summer camp for children (“Kids on Fire”) in Devils Lake, N.D. More important, the story, told entirely in the words of the parents, other adults and the children, shows us some of the most frightening aspects of religion.
Set aside the 12-year-old boy who says he was “born again” at age 5. Temporarily ignore the children as young as 6 who are encouraged to speak in tongues and smash cups that represent the government. This is not about instilling supposed Christian values in children. It goes far far beyond that. This story shows the indoctrination of young children (which the pastor who runs the camp freely admits to). To call it brainwashing is too mild. What is happening to these children is nothing less than child abuse. It also leaves no doubt in my mind that most of the adults shown in the film are truly delusional.
Some may say this represents only an extremist brand of evangelical Christianity. It really doesn’t matter if they are a minority view in Christianity or even of evangelicals. There is no doubt these lunatics are openly trying to turn these children into “soldiers’ who will fight for the intolerant viewpoints espoused by the adults. This camp, others like it and the people behind and supportive of them are doing nothing less than creating what could very well be the first generation of American suicide bombers.
I wanna see [the children] as radically laying down their lives for the Gospel as they are over in Pakistan and Israel and Palestine and all those different places, you know, because we have… excuse me, but we have the truth!
Becky Fischer, head of “Kids on Fire” camp, Jesus Camp
What impression does Norman Mailer’s first novel in more than a decade leave? It’s probably irony. Promoted as an exploration of the struggle between good and evil, The Castle in the Forest comes off making Adolf Hitler, a poster child of evil, little more than relatively commonplace. In addition, while Mailer writes as well as ever, his talents largely serve to make staying with a relatively plodding story less trying.
Mailer’s novel purports to use Hitler’s life from birth to approximately age 16 as a vehicle to explore the nature of evil. Yet most of the book focuses on Hitler’s father, Alois, including his uncertain parentage and the extent to which that rendered Adolf “a First-Degree Incestuary.” Throw in extensive discussion of beekeeping, a lengthy diversion about the coronation of Tsar Nicholas and a seeming fascination with excrement and sex and you begin to wonder where the battle between good and evil went.
The story is told by D.T., a middle-ranking demon among Satan’s minions. He is called D.T. because, when we first meet him, he inhabits the body of an SS intelligence officer named Dieter. Satan, usually called “the Maestro” or occasionally “the Evil One,” assigned the as yet unborn Adolf as D.T.’s client, a “project” D.T. is to monitor. Yet the ultimate message seems to be that those imbued with evil of Hitlerian proportions are born with it and what occurs in their formative years merely fine tunes and reinforces the necessary traits.
Referred to as “Adi,” the nickname his mother gave him, Adolf’s childhood comes off as relatively normal albeit with somewhat Freudian overtones. Even when events occur that seemingly give the reader clues to Adi’s actions as an adult, Mailer immediately discounts them. For example, at one point Alois, who takes up beekeeping in his retirement, destroys one of his bee colonies for fear it is diseased and the disease those bees carry will spread to his other bee colony. He gasses the colony, telling Adi, “In nature, there is no mercy for the weak.” That night, D.T. uses the occasion to prepare a “dream-etching” that leads Adi to count and lay out thousands of dead bees in his dreams. Despite the potential relevance we might see to the Holocaust, D.T. writes, “I would warn the reader not to make too much of the gassing or the body count.” Instead, this is merely a “dot” upon Adi’s pscyhe. Similarly, when D.T. describes a large swastika cut into an arched gate at the Benedictine monastery where Adi is a member of the children’s choir, he immediately tells the reader not to make too much of it because the swastika “was subtly carved.” Why, then, is it mentioned if it is immediately deemed irrelevant to Adi’s life and development?
These passages are also indicative of a feeling that there are times when D.T. addresses the reader directly that Mailer is piercing the partition D.T. creates between him and the reader. D.T. tells us “there is no clear classification for this book. It is more than a memoir and certainly has to be most curious as a biography since it is as privileged as a novel.” Given the lengthy bibliography at the end of the book, it sounds as if Mailer is telling us this is a biography cast in the form of a novel. Likewise, D.T. occasionally seems to channel views reminiscent of points Mailer has previously made in interviews and essays. Thus, D.T. writes of statesmen who become successful leaders of a country at war:
They now posses the mightiest of all social engines of psychic numbification — patriotism! That is still the most dependable instrument for guiding the masses, although it may yet be replaced by revealed religion. We love fundamentalists. Their faith offers us every promise of developing into the final weapon of mass destruction.
As he did in The Gospel According to the Son, Mailer posits a universe in which God is far from omnipotent and in a timeless and unending war with Satan, one in which neither ever gains a decisive hand. Here, God is referred to as “D.K.,” for the Dummkopf (whether the narrator’s insistence on using two letter abbreviations for Dieter and Dummkopf is part of some demonic project is unclear). “God may be powerful, but He is not All-Powerful. Hardly so,” D.T. says. In fact, God is called the Dummkopf because “given what He could have achieved, this is what He is.”
Yet although references to the struggle between D.K. and the Evil One are common, they never really directly relate to Adi’s story. Instead, the book ends up a well-written but rather mundane work of historical fiction that is far more about the life and times of Alois and Adi’s mother, Klara, than why Adi became what we know today. In fact, early in the book D.T. tells us he was present and part of Adi’s conception and Klara “knew she was giving herself over to the Devil.” If that is the case, the reader must question the purpose of 400 more pages about Adi’s family and youth.
Yet the ultimate irony may be revealed by an item in J.M. Coetzee’s recent evaluation of the book. According to Coetzee, Mailer has been critical of Hannah Arendt describing the handiwork of Adolf Eichmann as indicative of “the banality of evil.” Mailer supposedly has called such a view “vastly worse” than there actually being a struggle between good and evil. Given that The Castle in the Forest is promoted as an exploration of that struggle, it ultimately comes off as an almost banal rendition of not only that topic but evil itself.
For rare was the man or woman who did not possess an intense sense of the injustice done to them each day. …. Our work would fall apart if humans ever came to brood as intensely upon the injustice others might be suffering.
Normal Mailer, The Castle in the Forest
Weekend marginalia becomes Monday marginalia becomes Tuesday marginalia. The spambots finally appear to have stopped flooding the site (more than 1500 spam comments in the last week) and there items out there that sparked my interest were a victim of a lack of time to get around to this post.
[P]lease don’t confuse my point of view with cynicism; the real cynics are the ones who tell you everything’s gonna be all right.
George Carlin, Brain Droppings
On a hockey note, the Des Moines USHL franchise brought in the Hanson Brothers for an appearance at Saturday night’s game against Indiana. For those who don’t know, the Hanson Brothers were the lovable “goons” in the hockey movie, Slap Shot, and all of whom went on to play professional hockey (and get in more than a few real fights).
Maybe it was something they brought with them or the young kids were trying to impress the old guys, but the two USHL teams combined for 207 minutes of penalties in that night’s game. For comparison, that is more than 30 minutes more than the Sioux Falls Stampede’s all-time record for combined penalty minutes in one game (174). Another measure of comparison: the Stampede averaged just over 19 penalty minutes per game the last two complete USHL regular seasons while those two teams averaged about 21 each per game.
As might be expected given the size of the communities, neither the Des Moines Register nor the Indianapolis Star made much, if any. mention of the game or what occurred. But you gotta love the description on the Des Moines Buccaneers web site, which called its 4-0 win “a physically played thriller.”
In all fairness, the Hanson Brothers probably aren’t responsible. It looks like there was some bad blood carried over from the game between the two the previous night. The teams racked up 98 penalty minutes that night.
Half the game is mental, the other half is being mental.
Jim McKenny
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