The Hunger Games
378 pages
The Hunger Games
Hamlet’s Blackberry: Building a Good Life in the Digital Age
© 2011 William Powers
288 pages
Getting online used to require sitting in front of a computer terminal and waiting for it to dial in, oh so slowly. It was a choice to connect, one which required effort. But now the online world has expanded to encompass the real: we are constantly connected to it, and virtually nothing happens outside its context. If the online world is the web, we are flies trapped in its silken strings. We have not lost our mobility, however, but our peace of mind – and a certain richness of experience. But the internet is new yet, and our powerlessness is only temporary. We may yet adapt, and in Hamlet’s Blackberry, William Powers attempts to channel the wisdom of generations past, who likewise witnessed technological revolutions in the way they interacted with one another and information.
After an opening section that elaborates on the problems of hyperconnectivity, Powers turns to philosophy as the guide to the good life. This is not the philosophy of academics, the impotent discussions on how many Ideal Forms can dance on the head of a pin in Plato’s cave: this is philosophy as it was once practiced: an inquiry into life. To keep our head, we must live consciously, and this is emphasized throughout. Powers begins (naturally) with Socrates, who with his companion Phaedrus seeks respite from the noise and business of the city by going for a walk into the wild. Although putting distance between ourselves and distractions sounds nice, today it’s not necessarily practical: we’ve integrated digital connectivity into so much of the world that even wildernesses have wi-fi hot spots. More helpful is the second chapter, set in Rome, where Seneca’s Stoicism is touted as the key to a steady mind, and his practice of letter-writing as a means of focusing amid the clamor of the city. In Elizabethean England, Hamlet uses an erasable pad to organize his thoughts – overwhelmed by all of the information he and the world were beginning to experience during the scientific revolution. Benjamin Franklin is tapped as a mentor for self-growth, and in 19th century New England, Henry David Thoreau illustrates the value of establishing the home, at least, as a refuge. Last and possibly least-recognized is Marshall McLuhan, who led the way in analyzing how technology changes mental culture, and who here prompts readers to consider how much the use of a particular technology is going to expose them to unwanted distractions. To end, Powers examines ways he has pushed back against chronic connectivity in his own life, establishing ‘internet sabbaths’ where he and his family stay disconnected throughout the weekend. The result, he found, was astonishingly liberating and restful.
Powers’ work is essentially moderate; he advocates that people adapt to new technologies, instead of being dominated by them (as are most people these days) or simply rejecting them, as is my tendency. The premise of the work isn’t quite accurate (Thoreau and McLuhan are the only ones responding deliberately to a new technology), but Hamlet’s Blackberry is useful just for challenging the general attitude toward connectivity, namely that More is Better. Powers emphasizes the quality of experience, and his guides are largely helpful in pointing out ways to increase that quality. Definitely of interest to most readers.
The Racketeer
© 2012 John Grisham
340 pages
Malcolm Bannister is a largely unsuccessful lawyer who was imprisoned by an overly aggressive government prosecutor when he accidentally turned his law firm into a shell company for a shady crook who needed to launder a lot of money. Two years in a minimum-security prison camp are sufficient to turn him from a struggling bungler into a mastermind, and the tangled web of deception he weaves begins when Bannister approaches the FBI with information that can help them solve the execution-style murder of a federal judge. Although at first the plot seems straightforward — Bannister turns state’s evidence and is then ostensibly pursued by the man whom he helpd indict’s friends — by novel’s midpoint Bannister reveals himself to be an unreliable narrator, whose machinations and ultimate motive are as confusing to the reader as they are to his victims. It’s as if upon pulling the first rabbit out of his hat, Bannister was so impressed with himself that he kept doing it — “And another! And another! And another!” The resulting frenzy and self-congratulatory antics quickly grew tiresome. The Racketeer is somewhat reminiscent of The Partner, in that the main character is in the middle of an extensive and extremely complicated con that will make him very rich, but unlike him in that instead of wanting to be left alone, Bannister goes out of his way to entrap people and cackle at his brilliance. I hoped earnestly that things would go awry, but every part of his plan falls into place in this light-action ‘thriller’ loaded with unsympathetic characters, leading to a smug conclusion that made me wonder if I could get the receipt for this book and return it.
I’ll let the author’s note speak for itself..
“Almost nothing in the previous 340-odd pages is based on reality. Research, hardly a priority, was rarely called upon. Accuracy was not deemed crucial. Long paragraphs of fiction were used to avoid looking up facts.”
The Racketeer has earned the distinction of being my least-favorite Grisham novel among all of his adult fiction. It has the merit of an interesting cover, though. I do like hats.
Riding Rockets: the Outrageous Tales of a Space Shuttle Astronaut
© 2007 Mike Mullane
400 pages
Mike Mullane is a shuttle astronaut with a penis fixation. Although Riding Rockets is ostensibly about the opening decades of the space shuttle era in NASA, it could be titled the Cosmic Adventures of Mike and his Member. If he doesn’t mention his genitalia more times than he uses the acronym “NASA”, he at least makes a valiant effort. His is an astronaut memoir of an altogether different kind than say, Jim Lovell’s, or Deke Slayton’s. This is not a heroic tale of people achieving the impossible:it is instead the story of a man-child and his bros in space. He is juvenile, inappropriate, and obsessed with himself — but someone who has an interesting story to tell, one that sometimes verges on thoughtful, if you can endure his boorishness.
Riding Rockets gave me fits, being an uncomfortable read: Mullane has all the tact of a dog in heat, and writes almost confrontationally. His emotions are ever on his sleeves, and he dares anyone to challenge him. (“Come at me, bro!”) His story is entertaining, and even touching — there were times when I shook with laughter, and moments wherein I put the book away to put some distance myself and Mullane’s emotions, like his despair at his friends’ death following the Challenger explosion. Part of the appeal in reading the memoirs of astronauts is that they’ve seen Earth and humanity in a way the overwhelming majority of us haven’t. A photo of Earthrise cannot have the same profound effect on people as actually being there, hanging in the black of space and seeing the Earth — the stage for every human drama, the sum of our experienced lives — shrinking below, the entirety of our existence reduced to a finite thing that can be left behind. Mullane can write beautifully, but instead he makes a lot of penis jokes, and those moments of author-reader connection were always broken by wanting to recoil from his personality.
Despite the sometimes beauty of his words, and his insights, Mullane is, candidly, a jackass. The image that comes to mind is that of a drunk teenager invading a bar, perhaps one who has just finished the greatest high school football game of his life and can’t wait to impress his audience with it — but is oblivious to the fact that he is in the company of grown adults who find his posturing and immense self-satisfaction wholly obnoxious. He identifies himself early on, and somewhat proudly, as being in a state of a Arrested Development, along with most of the astronaut corps. Having cheerfully written off his ability to function as a mature, considerate, and thoughtful human beings, he spends most of the book acting instead like a jackass — ogling women, devoting paragraphs to how rockin’ the bods of some of his female colleagues were; endlessly complaining and opining about everyone who thought or acted differently from himself, and of course, chatting merrily away about his penis. Inexplicably, he forgot to mention said organ in the index. It was certainly mentioned enough times to merit inclusion there. Charming he isn’t, although his attempts at civilized behavior are almost comic. After dismissing civilian astronauts for being a bunch of pantywaisted granola-eating libtards — in contradistinction to the solid, right-thinking, manly-man military pilots — Mullane reflects on their performance throughout the shuttle missions and concludes, “Hey, those guys did have a pair. Not bad!”
I couldn’t be impressed by Mullane. Behind the cocky grin and the swagger are thoughtful eyes and a mind that can deliver stirringly poetic tributes and reflections to friends, love, and the beauty of life , but these occasions are few and far between, diamonds in a rough possibly too broad to justify digging in. There aren’t many astronaut memoirs about the shuttle program, but I’m planning on reading the other I’ve found (Sky Walking, Tom Jones) to see if readers interested in that era of NASA’s history have to be content with this story of adolescents in space.
The Humans Who Went Extinct: Why Neanderthals Died Out and We Survived
© 2010 Clive Finlayson
256 pages
Whatever happened to the Neanderthals? Did Homo sapiens drive our beefy cousins into extinction in the first of many exercises in genocide as we spread across the planet? Poppycock, suggests Clive Finlayson, to whom such a suggestion is the very height of hubris. His The Humans Who Went Extinct paints of a picture of generations of climate change hitting the planet like a rolling barrage, stressing increasingly marginal bands of hominids — humans and Neanderthals alike. Eventually the Neanderthals succumbed; the difference between the species, Finlayson writes, is that human populations were lucky enough to be in areas where they could adapt to the unpredictable environment.
I’ve never had a problem with the Humans Are Homicidal Maniacs theory as applied to Neanderthal death, because we have a proven track record in that regard. Name a living species, and we’ve probably driven most of their extended family into extinction. Finlayson thinks the idea is rubbish, and while he’s at it he also doesn’t cotton to the idea of humans being responsible for other mass extinctions, like the mammoths. No, the malefactor was climate change, and climate change alone. Neanderthals weren’t the slow, stupid brutes that people like to fancy themselves as having killed off in a feat demonstrating superior ability and intelligence: they were bigger-brained than we were, using tools and creating art just as we did. And their kill sites demonstrate that they were an adaptable and agile species to boot, devouring tricky prey like rabbits and birds.
Finlayson’s work is very much inspired by Guns, Germs, and Steel, which he refers to repeatedly: his last substantive chapter leads directly into Diamond’s work, which demonstrated the importance of geography in human affairs. In Humans Who Went Extinct, geography and climate are the main actors. He relies both on traditional archaeological evidence and genetic tracking to put forth his case, but the overweening emphasis climate change seemed a bit much for me. I can accept human populations being marginal and strained, but surely we bear some responsibility? In those instances where Sapiens and Neanderthals shared the same area, I find it hard to imagine the two living in peace. Part of the difficulty for me in accepting Finlayson’s arguments wholly is that the evidence is hard to come by, relying in part on inference. The scope of the question also poses a problem for anyone looking for definitive Answer: the drama of extinction played out on a a stage that encompassed most of the “old world”, and thousands of years. My biggest beef with Finlayson is his dismissal of our having any role in killing off any of the ice age fauna, though that’s only a sidenote and he may have been referring only to the European species.
The Humans Who Went Extinct gives readers curious about the world early humans lived in something to chew over. Its view of that world as being turbulent and hostile, one that we were lucky to survive in, let alone conquer, is definitely one to consider, as is his depiction of the Neanderthals as people quite like us who had the misfortune of being in the wrong spots of the globe at the wrong time, whose population bottlenecks resulted in extinction.
Well, the week is winding down, and with it, the year. I’ve recently finished both The Great Railroad Revolution and The Humans Who Went Extinct, so comments for those are in progress. And what will I be reading this week, this last week of 2012? At the moment I have Riding Rockets by Mike Mullane, which is a memoir of his years as a space shuttle astronaut. I also checked out Union Pacific, by Zane Grey, which is a western that I checked out mostly because it’s about trains, and I’ll be exploring The Road to Serfdom by F.A. Hayek. I say ‘exploring’ because I want toget a feel for his writing style. I’ve heard a few quotations from him which have piqued my interest, like the phrase “the pretence of knowledge”, and the below tidbit…
“We are ready to accept almost any explanation of the present crisis of our civilization except one: that the present state of the world may be the result of genuine error on our own part and that the pursuit of some of our most cherished ideals has apparently produced results utterly different from those which we expected.”
I should confess that what interested me in him was…a rap-battle between himself and another economist, John Maynard Keynes. Oh, but the internet has such strange and wonderful things in it. There’s another video of the two actor-economists rapping in front of a conference hosted by…The Economist.

1493: Uncovering the New World that Columbus Created
© 2011 Charles C. Mann
690 pages
Although Christopher Columbus’s reputation as an intrepid explorer doesn’t withstand historical scrutiny, Charles C. Mann believes Columbus has a legacy still worth honoring. No, he didn’t prove the world to be flat — that’s a myth peculiar to American schoolrooms — and his attempt to establish that the world was smaller than conventional wisdom held would have failed were it not for the existence of the Americas. But Columbus made the world smaller, through his actions — for he not only ‘discovered’ the new world, he aggressively promoted interactions between it and the old. What began as the Colombian Exchange, we now call globalization — and its effects have been profound from the start. Such is the story of 1493.
Throughout most of recorded history, the economies of large polities tended to be self-contained spheres. The economies of the Roman and Chinese empires, for instance, were largely separate aside from a trickle of activity along the silk road. The modern age is marked, however, by a world economy. No sector of the Earth, no community however small, conducts business in a market smaller than the entire globe. This dense interconnectivity is made possible by both by powerful transportation, in the form of fast-moving planes, ships, and delivery trucks, and the near-instantaneous telecommunications networks. It began, however, with enormous trade galleons tying Spain to central America, and its holdings there to China. The influx of so much silver into China’s markets played havoc with its economy, leading to decades of instability. Crops from the Americas became staples of the global food market, allowing for a prolonged population boom in China and alleviating famine in Ireland, at least until the new crop the Irish came to depend upon, the potato, was hit by blight. The habitat of both plants and animals spread wildly, and it wasn’t just large fauna like pigs and horses that found new ground: bacterial populations flourished, and with them disease. In 1491, Mann detailed how the human landscape of the Americas was laid waste by the arrival of European diseases like smallpox; here, another population, that of the west-coast Africans, is reduced to slavery because of their resistance to malaria.
People tend to like histories of themselves, of great people doing great things — but this is a material history, very much in the vein of Guns, Germs, and Steels, one which demonstrates how human history is often driven by outside factors — here, by access to resources and the economic changes they allow. Although humans are active as agents, initiating the changes, the outcome is never what they expect: the effect is rather like Odysseus’ sailors opening up the bag of wind and being blown wildly off course.
Mann’s history of early globalization covers the changes being wrought across the globe, missing only the mideast. Though dense, Mann is quite the storyteller, at least until the final leg of the story when he wanders into the rubber plantations of South America and the story loses some steam, getting lost for a while charting the growth of communities of runaway slaves in the jungles. The work isn’t as tightly focused in its latter half as in the first, but Mann does tend toward the informal, combining standard narrative with merry anecdotes from his first-hand explorations of the subject. Early on, he spends three pages detailing how he investigated a word Columbus used, eventually concluding that yes, he did mean exactly what we think he meant. The investigation is interesting to a word-nerd like myself, and amusing for its irrelevancy, but it’s an example of the way he tends to wander off.
1491 was for me, the book of the year in 2010. Earlier in the summer, when I looked back over the past five years and reflected on the stand-outs, it ranked among them. Its sequel is strong — it puts up a good fight — but it’s not quite in the same class. Even so, I’d recommend it to those interested in the economic impact of the age of discovery, especially if they like rubber-tree plantations.
Cattle: an Informal Social History
© 2001 Laurie Winn Carlson
321 pages
Consider…the cow. A humble creature, its dopey expression reveals no vast intelligence, and its barrel of a body gives it virtually no athletic ability, but it is remarkable if nothing else for its extensive influence on the human race. Throughout our long history with cattle, we have used them for much more than food — and they have used us, in turn. Laurie Winn Carlson holds cattle in high esteem, and her history of cows and people is rich and wide-ranging, if sometimes romanticized.
Although most people would associate cows with beef, or food in general (dairy milk being the source of cheese and butter), the various kinds of domesticated cattle have also served as labor and medical factories; the first vaccines were taken from the lymph of cows, and are named in tribute of the cow, the Latin for which is vacca. Although it’s nice of the cows to give us a cure for smallpox, it’s the least they could do considering the disease migrated from them in the first place. The story of cows and people is one of give and take, each side contributing to and detracting from the other’s well-being, but until recently it has been a mutually advantageous alliance. Since the industrial era, however, the relationship has become decidedly exploitative, with cattle being reduced from beings that we related to into machines that we create, use, and discard at our own convenience. People have become detached in general from the sources of our food, but Carlson is especially concerned about the marginalization of cattle.
Although Carlson sometimes gets carried away in her devotion to cows , as in early on when she attributes the development of law to the complexities of life arising from keeping cattle, Cattle is a fascinating book in part because of how much ground it covers, addressing anthropology, evolution, economics, medicine, and food just for starters, with the main course being history. There are definite weaknesses (repeating “facts” that should have been scrutinized more) and some curious omissions (nothing is mentioned of CAFO feedlots), but this is a unique book. Other books I’ve looked at cover only the food aspect of cattle culture, not their role in the everyday life of pre-industrial people. Cattle isn’t a beefsteak of a book, but it’s a good burger at least.
“The Sun King used to entertain his guests by giving them rides on the Roulette, a kind of roller coaster built in the garden of his chateau at Marly, near Verailles, in 1691. It was a carved and gilded carriage on wheels that thundered down an eight-hundred-foot wooden track into a valley and, thanks to its momentum, up the other side — much to the amusement of the king’s bewigged guests.”
p. 4, The Great Railroad Revolution. Christian Wolmar.
Last week, I finished Charles C. Mann’s 1493 and a social history of cows, both of which would have been reviewed over the weekend had I not spent it going to three Christmas parties. (Well, one was a Hanukkah breakfast…) I’d started The Age of Voltaire with the intention of reading at least one more chapter of the Story of Civilization before civilization ends in ten days (I jest, of course, but it’s been a while since I’ve read one), but then…I found out that my library has a copy of Christian Wolmar’s newest work, The Great Railroad Revolution, which covers the intersection of the railroads and America’s past and future. And to think the day before I ordered a book on the history of steam transportation. So, trains first, then Voltaire. I’m also intending to finish The Humans Who Went Extinct. I’d managed to find it, but now I’ve lost it again. Tricky Neanderthals..