Saturday, October 19, 2019

Saints: The Standard of Truth

“The Lord has led this people all the while in this way,”
Brigham declared, “by giving them here a little and there a little.
Thus He increases their wisdom, and he that receives a little and is thankful for that
shall receive more and more and more.”

I grew up in Utah, was born and raised in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and there are Mormon pioneers among my ancestors on my Mom’s side of the family.  During my childhood and early teen years, I felt as if I couldn’t go half an hour without hearing about the pioneers.  My belief in Jesus Christ and in the Church itself never wavered (in fact, the result of every question I’ve ever asked has been a confirmation of my beliefs), but I couldn’t always see the connection between Church history and what I was experiencing.  I often found the constant discussion of Church history and the pioneers to often be too much.  Even as I got older, matured, and came to understand history (in general) better and its strong connection to our current lives, I warmed up to Church history slowly.  I still don’t know that I’m all the way there as there are other aspects of history that interest me more, but I am certainly no longer antagonistic toward it.

Saints: The Standard of Truth (ISBN: 978-1-62972-492-8) is the first volume of a multi-volume history published by the Church itself.  It basically covers the time period that corresponds to Joseph Smith’s life.  It presents information about the Smith family, Joseph’s early years, his growing interest in religion as a teenager, the First Vision, the long path to Joseph acquiring the golden plates, the translation and publication of the Book of Mormon, and the founding of the Church.  As the story goes along, the cast of characters grows rapidly to include the others who played key roles in the restoration of God’s Church on the earth, such as Joseph’s wife, Emma, Martin Harris, Oliver Cowdery, the Whitmer family, and others.  Once the Church is founded, the book traces the history of the Church, focusing a little bit less on Joseph Smith, although never really getting away from him since he was so incredibly central to the story.  One reads about the Church’s westward progression through Kirtland, Ohio, onto Missouri, and then to Nauvoo.  Along the way, stories famous to anyone who has been in the Church long, such as two sisters rescuing the pages of what would become the Doctrine and Covenants or the early Saints praying for the ice on the river to break so their boat could get through, are presented.  There were also a few lesser-known stories.  The book ends with Brigham Young being called as the second president of the Church and his vision of moving the members of the Church even farther West in a quest for safety and freedom.

I honestly did not know what to expect from the book.  I had a feeling it would be too fluffy and not serious enough (the 7-volume Church history that is common in many homes of members of the Church long had a prominent place in my parents’ home, and has always come across as a serious work to me).  There were times when I felt that, but I also thought there were serious moments and some of the sometimes contentious and controversial aspects of Church history (polygamy, the Kirtland Safety Society, for example) and Joseph Smith’s story (treasure hunting being one example) were explored in what I thought was an open and candid manner.  I was appreciative of the inclusion of some stories that I was not familiar with.  I thought the writing was quite fair, never disparaging those who did not join the Church, those that fell away, or even those who fought against it.  Overall, I thought it was a decent read.  One of my bigger complaints is about the physical book itself.  It’s huge.  There’s tons of whitespace on each page that doesn’t need to be there, the font is too big, and the spacing is too much.  This book is simply inconvenient to hold and read, but doesn’t need to be since it could honestly be half the size and half the thickness.

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Saturday, September 28, 2019

The Guns of August

When I was in elementary school, the school I went to did this thing called “Whiz Kids ” that was an extracurricular academic project.  Kids who wanted to would put together a presentation, similar to a science fair project, but on any topic of their choosing.  Then, they would present this in class.  As I remember it, someone from the administration, like the principal, would come to give the presentation a grade.  Everyone got a certificate who presented, but there were definitely differences in the grades received.  I once did a presentation on World War I airplanes.  I worked on this for quite a while, including going to the library with my dad to find some information on the different planes and then drawing some of them.  My dad and I also built a pretty cool model of the Fokker Dr.I, the famous red triplane flown by the Red Baron.  I had a lot of fun with the project and learned some stuff, but the presentation was maybe a little weak, and that showed in the fact that I didn’t get the highest marks possible.  Other than that experience, World War I has been something I haven’t learned a lot about.

Book cover.The Guns of August by Barbara W. Tuchman (ISBN: 978-0-345-47609-8), since it is about the first thirty days of the war, doesn’t do much more than mention reconnaissance planes a couple times when it comes to the airplanes of World War I, but the book does provide a very detailed review of those critical early battles in 1914.  The stage is set with an extensive review of both French and German military doctrine leading up to the war, as well as the military and political personalities involved.  After the French and German positions were well established, the reader learned about the English and the Belgians.  Then, things got moving, and the Germans invaded Belgium.  It didn’t go quite as they planned, though, with a lot more Belgian defensive efforts than they planned on and an English response that somehow seemed to not be completely accounted for in German war planning.  The Germans still advanced quickly, taking advantage of their superior numbers and superior firepower.  Once they were well into French territory, the French finally gathered themselves and were able to stop the German advance only miles from Paris.  The French effort was eventually aided by the British, who were shown to, overall, be slow and indecisive during this opening stage of the war, and by the Russians, who opened an eastern front that the Germans were forced to respond to even though it ultimately proved to be less of a concern than initially thought.  Throughout the first thirty days of the war, all parties involved suffered from indecisiveness, incomplete information, and decisions based more on what people had planned on than on what was actually happening.  These mistakes were a large reason the war took the turn that it did, leading to four years of trench warfare that left Europe broken.

The book was an interesting read, heavy on names and dates, although written in a very readable, narrative form, which earned Tuchman the Pulitzer Prize and is considered a classic of history.  As noted above, I know less than I probably should about World War I, but the book solidified for me the overall impression I had of the war: a petty squabble that turned into a worldwide mess that resulted in a ridiculous level of loss of life and destruction.  The war was started by empires itching for a fight.  Once they got in the ring, tactical and strategic blunders turned what could’ve been a knock out in the first round into one of those marathon twelve-round bouts.  Over and over, as I read, it just seemed like so much unnecessary fighting.  Although I found the book a little dry at times, I liked learning more about the war and those involved.  It had a large impact on what would happen only twenty years later.

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Thursday, August 15, 2019

An American Life

Ronald Reagan, since he was president for two terms, was president for a significant portion of my childhood.  I was quite young for most of it, so I don’t have a lot of vivid memories associated with Reagan.  Probably the most vivid memory I have is that some of Oliver North’s testimony about the Iran-Contra affair interrupted some cartoons I was watching.  I listened to the hearing for a couple minutes, but found it intensely boring and was mostly upset that I’d miss the cartoon.  I most certainly witnessed some of the events that his policies supported, such as the fall of Communism and the end of the Cold War.  People around talked a lot about the economy’s recovery and lowered taxes, although those were less understandable to a kid than the changes on the international scene.

Book cover.An American Life: The Autobiography by Ronald Reagan (ISBN: 0-671-69198-8) chronicles Reagan’s life from the time he was born to the end of his presidency.  He spends significant time on his childhood, teenage years, and college years.  These formative years provided a strong foundation that would serve as a basis for Reagan’s later success in life and in politics.  He was open about the shortcomings that both he and his family members had (such as his alcoholic father).  He chronicled his entry into the media business, first as a sportscaster and later as an actor, where he had some considerable success.  The major portion of the book, though, is dedicated to Reagan’s political pursuits.  He spends a little bit of time discussing his stint as governor of California.  He talks about political friends and foes, the problems that faced the state, and what he was able to do about them, claiming victory in some instances and admitting defeat in others.  Easily half of the book is dedicated to Regan’s time as president of the United States.  The budget, the Cold War, and foreign policy are the major themes.  In the discussion about budget, there is a major sub-current: liberal bias in the media and the inability of the Democratcs to compromise.  Reagan clearly found the Cold War and his role in it to be extremely important because the book talked about that a lot and included more journal entries quoted on that topic than any other.  He also quoted lengthy passages from correspondence between himself and Soviet leaders.  Here, it seemed, details mattered.  Iran-Contra was dealt with extensively.  Reagan wanted the U.S. to play a major role in foreign policy in Europe and South America, but strove for balance that encouraged the countries in those regions to solve their own problems, much like his economic policy at home tried to encourage the American people to do their part to pull themselves out of their economic hardships.

I thought the book was a very interesting read.  It’s an autobiography (although ghostwritten), so it’s obviously going to be slanted, but I thought that Reagan was rather honest about things.  While there were some topics that got almost no attention (his first marriage got one paragraph in a book that had over 700 pages), I found that to honest, too, and something that people nowadays could probably learn from: stuff that happened in the past, especially if there were mistakes involved, is in the past, and to become a better person, we need to focus on learning from our mistakes and improving ourselves going forward.  The book was nostalgic in some senses.  His descriptions of the work, the people, and the finished products, both in radio and on screen certainly hearkened back to a simpler time.  His entry into politics was interesting.  I liked that he first got involved by being involved in the actors’ unions.  This local involvement is still where people can make real differences.  Local politics has a very direct and very real impact on one’s daily life, and it would be to everyone’s benefit to be more involved in those processes.  Reagan talked about the Democratic Party leaving him behind, and people talk in the same way (about both major parties) today.  If that is something people fear, the solution is the same: get involved.  The book didn’t discuss his home life very much, and it seems that his children got more mentions as they became adults.  It was interesting how that was handled, but I don’t mind it.  Modern culture wants to know everything about everyone, à la the Kardashians, but respect for privacy and personal space is something modern culture could learn from Reagan, too.  The criticisms of liberalism were interesting, considering how much more moderate the Democratic party was in Reagan’s time and the fact that the media was, at least in popular opinion, less biased.  Reagan’s criticisms were likely legitimate back then, and it was disappointing to see that not much has changed.  I found the journal entries a little much.  I would’ve liked more on domestic policy (it is here where I disagree with some of Reagan’s policies and would’ve enjoyed hearing about his ideas from the horse’s mouth).

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Tuesday, August 06, 2019

A Higher Call

For as long as I can remember, I enjoyed drawing.  One of my favorite subjects was airplanes.  I was fascinated by the classic aircraft of World War II.  I honestly don’t know that I put a lot of thought into what it was like to fly in one of the fighters or bombers that graced so many a piece of paper.  Even with grandparents who experienced World War II in very real ways, the war was something I didn’t truly comprehend.  While I never got really good at drawing, my appreciation for the wartime experiences of what was unequivocally the greatest generation has grown and developed.  I have always been an ardent patriot and felt blessed to be an American and grateful for those who have fought for our country and for liberty around the world.  I also like to think I’ve come to understand that the enemy in any given war is made up of individuals and many of those individuals are good people, exhibiting the same qualities relative to their people and their countries that we desire in ourselves and in our countrymen.

Book cover.A Higher Call: An Incredible True Story of Combat and Chivalry in the War-torn Skies of World War II (ISBN: 978-0-425-25286-4) by Adam Makos and Larry Alexander is a unique story that tells the story of one of America’s greatest generation as well as a German fighter pilot who was doing his patriotic duty in fighting to defend his family and his country who came together for a few minutes over wartime Germany for an experience like no other.  The book chronicles the life of Franz Stigler, the German ace pilot.  He had other plans for life, but became one of Germany’s top pilots once war forced itself into his life.  In the 480 combat missions he flew, he faced just about everything imaginable, including the loss of his closest kin.  It also tells about American Charlie Brown, although I thought maybe not in quite the same detail.  Brown did not have the long, distinguished combat career that Stigler did.  He got off to a bit of a rough start, though, and his plane and crew were badly shot up in their first bombing raid over Germany.  A couple of them lost their lives, and it seemed to the men in the plane that they should not have been able to fly back to their base in England.  Brown more than once credited the fact that the plane stayed up to the hand of God, and I do not doubt him.  As the American bomber flew away from its target, Stigler approached in his fighter.  He could’ve easily been the straw to break the camel’s back, but he was himself amazed at how the plane stayed up in its battered state, flew in for a closer look, and felt a professional respect for his aeronautical compatriot behind the controls of the American plane.  His long combat career and worthy mentors had taught Franz that his job was about protecting his homeland and the everyday people of his homeland (Franz, like many of the aviators, was ideologically against the Nazis), not needlessly killing, even when he had the enemy in his crosshairs.  Instead of shooting the plane down for yet another kill, Stigler escorted the bomber past the German anti-aircraft defenses.  This act was unprecedented and unrepeated.  The book finishes with a description of Brown’s desire to find the German pilot who had been so kind to him and their subsequent opportunity to meet up and bring some understanding to people who had been on opposite sides of such an awful conflict.

I thought the book was a fascinating story and well worth reading.  The authors had a lot more to say about Stigler, but that was likely a result of his being a pilot for so much longer.  I thought the book painted an excellent picture of a German soldier who embodied a righteous patriotism and desire to protect his home and his family.  Franz, avowedly anti-Nazi, was easy to like.  Even though his story wasn’t as vividly told, Brown’s story was also interesting and it was clear that he, too, was a solid member of the best America has ever seen: he did his best to fulfill his duty for home and country.  It was interesting to read about the almost inherent respect the pilots had for other pilots, regardless of which side they were fighting on.  The airplanes of that era, while intriguing subject matter for artists, took genuine skill and true courage to fly.  They were temperamental at best, death traps at worst.  When these two pilots — who understood these risks all to well — met in the skies, the one who could’ve ended it all for the other, answered a higher call, one issued to us by God, to respect our fellow man, and we can all learn from this powerful example.

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Sunday, June 02, 2019

I Am Malala

One didn’t hear much about the Taliban before the infamous events of September 11th, 2001, even if one was relatively informed and kept up with the news.  Here and there, they made the news as they continued to make living in Afghanistan less and less desirable, but they weren’t an every-day item.  In my mind, they were most famous for blowing up the Buddhas of Bamyan.  With al-Qaeda’s attacks, though, things changed and changed quickly.  Afghanistan became a military target for the U.S., putting the Taliban in the crosshairs.  With the interconnectedness and fluidity of the region, it was easy for many Taliban members to cross borders and blend into society elsewhere, including Pakistan, where they had already had a small presence since the mid 1990s.  After September 11th and as the Taliban went international, they were in the news every day, and when Taliban gunmen shot a girl named Malala in Pakistan, both the Islamist Taliban and the girl became household names around the world.

Book cover.I Am Malala by Malala Yousafzai (ISBN: 978-0-297-87092-0) is the story of the schoolgirl from the time she was a little girl to the beginning of her recovery in England.  The book starts with her young childhood and takes the reader through day she was shot in great detail.  Interwoven into her discussion of cricket with friends, friendly competition among classmates, and trips to ancestral villages to visit extended family are brief lessons on Pakistani history and geography, which adequately set the stage for Malala’s life and what would become important to her as she got older.  Far away from the bigger cities where more liberal attitudes existed, life in the villages of Swat went on much like it had for centuries, following traditional Islamic custom.  Malala’s father was a trend-setter in many ways and surrounded himself with others who wanted to see progress in the field of education.  He believed everyone should have an education.  He also didn’t have a lot of use for many of the traditions that prevented women from freely moving about, going to school, or otherwise expressing themselves.  His oldest daughter followed in his footsteps and was nationally prominent by the time she was of junior high age, having won a few national awards, having met with various Pakistani dignitaries on the way.  She enjoyed school, enjoyed learning, and wished everyone had the same opportunity.  She saw how the lack of such opportunities negatively affected others in her community, including her own mother, who was illiterate.  She and two others were shot by Taliban gunmen in 2012, and because she needed long-term intensive care and was under continued threat, she and her family were evacuated to the UK, where they have lived ever since.

I was unsure how I would react to this book.  It was wildly popular a few years ago, but I was reluctant to read it, thinking it would push either Islam or women’s rights in an overbearing fashion.  It did neither and was refreshing in its agenda-free message.  I didn’t know that the Taliban shooting was not indiscriminate.  She was a very specific target thanks to her involvement in Pakistan in trying to get women and girls more involved in education.  (If nothing else, it rubbed off on her mom, who had begun reading lessons near the end of the book.)  While I got the impression that Malala was and is a devout Muslim, she seemed to have a “big-tent“ mentality, simply explaining and never criticizing (other than Taliban policy and actions).  Women in burqas and bazaar dancers were equal in her eyes.  In a world where many in the West are looking for the moderate Muslim voice, this may be one of them.  Her same level-headedness came through in her discussion of women and girls and schooling.  She saw the advantages that it afforded and wanted all to be able to participate.  Neither poverty nor tradition should stand in the way of those who wanted to go to school.  Such a concept seems so basic to Westerners and one that fits well into the idea of equal opportunity, but stories like this show that there is much to yet to be done in spreading these basic norms around the world (and not forgetting them at home at the same time).

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Monday, May 13, 2019

A River in Darkness

Asia is not usually high on my list of interests.  I have always wanted to visit Japan (likely linked to my dad’s serving as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints there) and I’ve always wanted to visit the famous sights in China.  I once had the opportunity to visit Bangkok, and while I enjoyed it, it was very different from anything I had ever experienced before.  I don’t know a lot about the region in general, but have never been a big fan of North Korea.  Once European Communism fell in the late ’80s and early ’90s, places like Cuba and North Korea have seemed like time warps, holding out unnecessarily while continuing to oppress people.  When people make the decision to try to leave those places, I always find it to be one I can sympathize with.

Book cover.A River in Darkness: One Man's Escape from North Korea by Masaji Ishikawa (ISBN: 978-1-5420-4719-7) is just such a tale, although it does have an interesting twist.  The author was not born in North Korea; in fact, he was born in Japan and was ethnically half Japanese.  His dad, who was not native to Japan, moved his family to North Korea under pressure from ethnic compatriots and the pressure of being an ethnic minority in re-building, post-war Japan, where such minorities weren’t always welcome.  The promises of the Communist utopia were very quickly discovered to be a total sham by the author and his family.  However, there was no real opportunity to get out.  The author's family had nothing to offer the Communist Party, so they lived as peasants, eventually finding that living under the radar of the authorities was easier than trying to conform to the system in North Korea.  Eventually, Ishikawa tires of the poverty, starvation, racism, hypocritical inequality, and lack of freedom.  He heads toward the border with China, fearful, but determined to make a break for it since, although that would mean an uncertain future, it was better than the future he could easily predict inside North Korea.  He made it to China, eventually linking up with the Japanese embassy there, which, with great difficulty, helped exfiltrate him to Japan.  Once back, Japan had jumped forward forty or so years, while North Korea had steadily gone backward.  Ishikawa struggled to adjust and felt abandoned by Japan.

The book was interesting, but disheartening.  Ishikawa's childhood is not an easy one, with alcohol abuse and physical abuse having large roles.  The move to North Korea is understandable only from his father's point of view.  Once there, even his father grows disillusioned with their new country, but like so many people in totalitarian, socialist regimes, he never felt empowered or free enough to do anything about his situation.  North Korea is bleak from the family's arrival to the very last page of the book.  The descriptions of life there are simple, yet vivid and powerful.  Readers are drawn in to the dark, gloomy, depressing lives of the underclass in North Korea.  In a way, it like reading Dostoevsky, but it was real.  The story of the escape was a breath of fresh air and involved some risks, risk-takers, and genuinely good people.  Movement between Japanese diplomatic facilities and the flight to Japan have a spy story quality to them.  Ishikawa's return to Japan and struggle to fit in again returns the reader to the more depressing side of the book.  What is clear by the end of the book is that North Korea is an anachronism and deserved its place on George Bush's “axis of evil.”  The book, like other, similar memoirs, serves as a warning against the lack of freedoms engendered by socialist governments everywhere and the positive, although imperfect, results of the free market and capitalism.

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Wednesday, May 01, 2019

Putin Country

As a missionary, I spent a good chunk of time, about five months, if I remember correctly, in a suburb of St. Petersburg, Russia, called Kolpino.  When originally transferred there, I wasn’t sure what to think.  I came to enjoy my time there, especially as I got to know some of the people who lived there.  Kolpino was and remains a factory town, though.  The vast majority of the people we ran into on the streets were so-called “real Russians,” just like lower middle-class Americans who have to work hard to provide for their families are often referred to as the “real America.”  It was often a struggle to understand the slang-filled language of the common man, but I enjoyed the challenge and I enjoyed running into such a wide variety of people, from pensioners to basketball-mad teenagers and from Muslims of Central Asian descent to Orthodox priests.  St. Petersburg and Moscow are highly westernized and with their slick, polished images, are often far removed from the Russia that surrounds them, often less than an hour’s drive away.

Book cover.Putin Country: A Journey into the Real Russia by Anne Garrels (ISBN: 978-1-250-11811-0) provides a glimpse into Russia outside Moscow’s Ring Road and away from St. Petersburg’s glittering canals.  Garrels, who was a journalist in the Soviet Union, returned to Russia and decided to spend time in Chelyabinsk, also an industrial city, but one famous for being part of the Soviet military-industrial complex.  Like a lot of Russia, life here was extremely turbulent during the 1990s, right after the fall of Communism, and many people were happy to see some stability come to their lives and their country when Vladimir Putin came to power.  Since then, life has gone on, and, as tends to happen, different people’s lives have taken them different places.  The author delivers a number of short sketches of these different lives.  There are taxi drivers, working moms, doctors, activists, journalists, people fighting for the rights of disabled people, environmentalists, farmers, and entrepreneurs.  Not many sections of society are left untouched.  With all of her friends and contacts, Garrels eventually gets to the political questions Westerners wonder about.  In many cases, the Russians she talks to are either on board with Putin or at least accepting of the way things are going.  In the rarer cases when the people she talks to don’t like the way things are trending in Russia, the option isn’t to fight the good fight at home and change things through activism and electing the right people; the alternative to satisfaction with the status quo is to emigrate.  Garrels chronicles the hopelessness that many people feel, regardless of their political opinions, because they feel that Putin’s reign is a machine that cannot be altered.

I thought the literary portraits presented were great reading and reminded me a lot of Kolpino.  While anecdotal in nature, and not strictly scientific (in as much as social science can be called scientific), they seemed accurate and presented a faithful outline of the present general mentality in Russia.  I was not at all surprised to read about patriotic Russians who want the best for their country.  How to get there is what’s up for debate.  As long as the current system is in place, independent of personalities, things will probably only progress at an incredibly slow rate.  Corruption and cronyism, problems that are increasingly present in the West, make it hard for democracy, freedom, and economic prosperity to thrive.  Still, there was a lesson that is applicable to everyone and something worth taking into consideration when one weighs the policies one wants to support.  The lesson, I thought, was that, a lot of times, life is simply what we make of it.  The chapter that dealt with people fighting for a better life for their children with disabilities was poignant, but was also heavily marked by a fighting spirit of individualism.  One couple had worked hard, putting in the blood, sweat, and tears necessary to build a center for disabled kids and that provided various resources for parents dealing with the same things they dealt with.  They had built a successful operation, often in the face of formal and informal opposition.  Other parents involved in getting the project off the ground had similarly sacrificed.  The second and third generation of parents coming to the center had to be educated as to the commitments necessary both to improve their own situations and to continue the communal benefits.  It was slow work, but progress was evident.  Even in the face of great trials and an oppressive government, individuals find the best way to solve their problems.

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Monday, April 08, 2019

The Smoked Yank

While reading A P.O.W.’s Story, I learned that an entire body of literature exists about the time people spent in P.O.W. camps, concentration camps, and the like outside of the Holocaust and outside of the Soviet gulag.  Since man’s inhumane treatment of his fellow man seems to be as old as time, many of these works are also quite old, including a number exploring P.O.W. prisons during the American Civil War.  I have never been a huge Civil War buff, but I do hold an appreciation for the role it has played in America’s great history.  Some of that appreciation has been gained while visiting the famous battlefields like Gettysburg and Manassas.  Some has come from reading and coming to better understand the conflict and the stakes at hand.

Book cover.The Smoked Yank by Melvin Grigsby (available for free from Google Books), tells the story of one soldier’s time in the Confederate P.O.W. prison in Andersonville, Georgia.  It is really the author’s entire wartime experience, so we learn about his role in the Union cavalry before being captured, his time in Andersonville and other prisons, and, then, his time on the run as an escaped prisoner.  The account is very interesting and quite adventurous as there are battles, chases, escapes, secret plots, first love, hide-outs, and a happy ending.  The author was a patriotic Northerner who believed that black people deserved better treatment.  He left school to join the army.  He fought honorably in the cavalry before being captured.  His initial few months as a P.O.W. were sometimes uncomfortable, but not too much trouble, as he and the other men were treated more-or-less humanely.  Some Southerners were even kind enough to provide supplies to the prisoners or lend them books.  Later, though, they were transferred to Andersonville.  The prisoners didn’t know what awaited them there, but they soon found out.  Hygiene was almost non-existent thanks to swampland that served as a latrine for a camp that often housed triple (or more) the number of people it was designed for.  Food was in drastic short supply.  Disease, which was the number one killer in the war, raged in the camp, too.  There were also executions of the Union soldiers, which the author didn’t seem to find too out of line, and Union-on-Union violence, which is one of the larger subtexts to the prison’s story in later academic studies of the prison.  Eventually, the author finds a way to make his escape, and then spends (if I was following things correctly) a few months on the road running from Rebels back to the North.  The story of the escape is just as intriguing as his time in Andersonville, if not more so.  He is helped at almost every turn by the slaves, who, with one notable exception, are grateful for the Northerners’ sacrifices in securing their freedom.  There are many close calls, a lot of time spent hidden away in the swamplands of the South, and a lot of risk.  Eventually, the author makes it back to his family in the North.

I enjoyed the book and, as mentioned, thought it had a nice mix of information and adventure in the telling of the story.  I was, maybe, a little underwhelmed by the author’s description of the infamous prison, but I think his experience, which was not as lengthy as that of many others, was a little different.  It was very similar to other stories in the same vein because Grigsby was someone who wasn’t going to let things just happen to him.  He was always looking for the next way out, the next work party join, or the next scheme inside the prison yard to stay active.  The story of his escape, which simply would not have been possible were it not for the help of what was essentially the Underground Railroad, although he never called it that, was a highlight for me.  It seemed the good in the human spirit was on display as so many people, who were still technically slaves, opened their homes to a white man and provided him with food, blankets, medicine, sometimes at great personal risk.  Like most good books, this one had a few good lessons packaged inside an intriguing and inspiring story of adventure.

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Sunday, April 07, 2019

The Days of the Consuls

In fact, this was a continuation of last year’s disturbance
which had never altogether ceased, but smoldered on in muffled silence,
waiting for a convenient excuse to erupt again.

As soon as one learns anything about the ex-Yugoslavia (commonly, but rather incorrectly referred to in the West as “the Balkans”), one hears about the Yugoslav writer Ivo Andrić.  Andrić was born in Bosnia and Herzegovina while it was under Austro-Hungarian rule.  He later published a number of works, the most famous being The Bridge on the Drina, for which he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.  That book is usually thought of as part of a trilogy of books that tells all about the clash of civilizations that was a big part of Andrić’s life in Bosnia, home to four distinct ethnic groups who adhere to four different religious traditions, all under the reign of various foreign conquerors throughout history.

Book cover.The Days of the Consuls by Ivo Andrić (ISBN: 978-86-6457-018-3), which has been published in English under the alternative titles of Travnik Chronicle and Bosnian Chronicle, fits right into Andrić's main motif, telling the story of the city of Travnik, which is medium-sized for Bosnia today, but was historically much more important as the seat of the Ottoman Empire in Bosnia, during a few short years while the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Napoleon’s France kept consuls in the town.  The story is told from an omniscient narrator point of view, but focuses largely on French consul, his entourage, and his interactions with the others in Travnik, be they local or outsider.  The French consul deals with being an outsider himself, shunned by the local Muslims and never really understood by the Ottoman representative, although their relationship was cordial.  He remains the enemy of the Austro-Hungarian consul, although he sees many similarities between the two men and carries on professional, if not friendly, relations with him.  The members of the consuls’ families and entourages are met with varying degrees of acceptance or disgust by those around them, including those from the local clergy.  The Muslim population seems to be the most vocal in their distaste for the outsiders, but the Orthodox, Catholic, and Jewish populations also steer clear and are distrustful of the changes the presence of the consuls seems to be ushering into their otherwise simple lives.  When Napoleon is finally defeated, the French no longer see the need for a consul in Travnik, and the French consul is recalled.  The Austrians also remove from Bosnia.  With all that has changed, all has remained the same.

I had always intended on reading Andrić’s so-called trilogy in the order they were published, but it didn’t happen thanks to the vagaries of translation.  I bought this book not being aware that it was the same book as the Travnik Chronicle.  All the same, I enjoyed it and still look forward to someday really pushing my brain to its limit by reading it in its original language.  More than once, while reading, I thought of Tolstoy and his sweeping historical epic, War and Peace.  This does not attain those heights, but I found the style to be very similar.  I enjoyed the thorough descriptions of people and place achieved through masterful use of language instead of relying, like so many modern authors, on cliché and overly vulgar and expressive language.  It might mean more to me because of my own extensive travel in the country and the familiarity inherent to reading about something one knows relatively well.  Andrić believed that Yugoslavia had a unique and uniquely turbulent past that presented many opportunities for learning, learning that would help people avoid the ethnic and religious conflict that has seemingly always plagued the region.  In the book, which is, in a way, plotless, as it simply chronicles the day-to-day lives of Travnik’s citizens, one can see this theme, but I would argue it is meshed with one that emphasizes similarities over differences, and that is the lesson, one that is, unfortunately, unheeded in modern-day Bosnia and Herzegovina, and unheeded elsewhere.  Slightly different approaches to the same fears, concerns, and goals hindered all parties in the book from a more mutually beneficial co-existence.

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Saturday, March 30, 2019

Dachau and the Nazi Terror

. . . humanity — that is, resistance against [a] system forced upon the people . . .
 — Hermann Langbein

I was ashamed of my passivity and ignorance.
This was where the path of an unpolitical person living in seclusion led.
Helpless and lost, one is dragged along by the raging torrent.
 — Ladislaus Ervin-Deutsch

When I was a kid, World War II held a certain fascination for me, but it wasn’t really the war that was interesting, but the machines and planes that were used throughout the war.  I really liked to draw, and the large bombers, small fighters, and intriguing, unique vehicles like half-tracks, captured my young imagination and were some of the most common subjects of my early attempts at artwork.  As I got older, I came to better understand the horrors associated with World War II, including the Holocaust and the atrocities committed by the Empire of Japan.  There were also all the battles throughout the world that caused so many deaths and so much destruction.  I got a better understanding of the scale of that destruction while visiting Germany at the end of my mission to Russia.  I was also able to visit Dachau and get a small idea of the scale of the horror of the Holocaust.

Book cover.Dachau and the Nazi Terror: 1933–1945: Testimonies and Memoirs edited by Wolfgang Benz and Barbara Distel (ISBN: 3-9808587-0-7) is a collection of memoirs written up by a variety of people who, in some way, experienced the Nazi concentration camps.  The volume contains thoughts from a couple different German Jews, a member of the French resistance, American liberators, Jews from other parts of Europe, including Poland, what was then Czechoslovakia, and even the further-away Latvia.  It was interesting to read the variety of experiences.  The common denominators were that everyone, sooner or later, experienced the terror of the concentration camps and that the vast majority of those interred were there because of their ethnicity or because of their political beliefs.  Other than the two short testimonies provided by American liberators, each of the former prisoners discussed the drudgery of prison life, the daily struggle for life that got harder and harder the longer the war dragged on, and extreme contrast between the brutality of so many and the kindness of a few soldiers and citizens who rose above the prevailing patterns of thought and behavior.  It was interesting to read about the various commentators’ lives before and during the war, their varying degrees of commitment to their religious or political ideals, and their varied responses to life in the concentration camps.

The book is, obviously, likely to be tough reading for some.  It is, nevertheless, extremely interesting and full, I found, of lessons.  I was impressed with the strength of all those who wrote.  Writing or speaking about such experiences is not often easy, but it is important, and I am glad these people made it happen.  Without their voices, the lessons of time are lost and forgotten.  It is said that if a people does not learn from history, it is bound to repeat history’s mistakes.  That thought did not leave me for one second as I read this book.  Entire peoples were slated for extermination simply because of their ethnicity.  An official policy of discrimination and hate was enacted by a government simply because someone looked different or had a different ethnic background.  In addition to the ethnic hatred, there was political intolerance and hatred.  People who thought differently than the official line were first ostracized, then imprisoned, and then killed.  The Nazis, socialists, had no love for the communists.  I, too, don’t agree with the tenets of communism, but as I read, I found it horrible that the marketplace of ideas wasn’t allowed to let people say their piece and have others make their own choices on accepting or rejecting those ideas.  Especially troubling was the experience of one prisoner who went from the Nazi concentration camps to the Russian gulag.  Both of the intolerant positions described above have similarities to what we see in politics today.  Another lesson to be learned from the memoirists is that political involvement is key.  One writer mournfully noted that he had always been apolitical, the same as so many of the people he knew.  That lack of involvement, he figured, had allowed the minority to take control and take things in such a negative direction.  A third lesson worth mentioning (although there are more) is that the writers did not display any hatred.  One told of coming across one of his former guards after being liberated.  While some of the prisoners did act out violently toward this former guard, some of the Jews, including the writer, turned away from the scene and did not take their turn attacking the man even though they could have easily made the case that they were justified in doing so.  Many writers commented fondly on the guards that treated them humanely or the civilians who risked punishment, but, all the same, tried to help the prisoners.  The prisoners often looked for opportunities to see the good around them and to persevere even in the face of intense trial.  One noted that this was a characteristic present in many of those who survived.  That is a powerful lesson for us.

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Thursday, February 28, 2019

An Inconvenient Book

I first heard Glenn Beck on the radio while working as a delivery driver many years ago.  I was not a big fan.  I thought some of the show’s humor sometimes strayed into the gutter.  When it came to the more serious stuff, though, I liked that Beck discussed ideas and principles.  I didn’t always agree with what he was saying, but the subject matter was refreshing and was a definite break from the pandering to party that most of the other radio show hosts engaged in.  Beck’s partisan-free outlook has always been intriguing to me; his willingness to see conspiracies in so many things is off-putting.  That hasn’t changed much over the years.

Book cover.An Inconvenient Book: Real Solutions to the World's Biggest Problems by Glenn Beck (ISBN: 978-1-4165-5219-2) discusses some of the big political and social problems that face America.  There are 22 chapters that take on topics ranging from global warming to avoiding chick flicks and from illegal immigration to dating.  The book takes a simple tack: a problem is discussed, some examples or arguments from one side are given, Beck’s rebuttal is given, and then a solution is proposed.  The book, which is more akin to a coffee table book than anything else, features illustrations and little thoughts (usually humorous) thrown in throughout.  With a couple exceptions (i.e., chick flicks as mentioned above), the problems are ones that seem to define America and that seem to divide America.  As one would expect a conservative media host to do, the writing is straightforward and holds nothing back; as one would expect from Beck and his team, there’s a bit of humor worked in.  It is also full of a wide range of material that keeps things interesting.

Published in 2007, An Inconvenient Book was only Beck’s second book.  He’s, obviously, written (or had ghostwritten, as the case often is with celebrities and books) quite a few more as of this writing.  The problems discussed are still relevant, which is kind of sad.  It makes one of the points in the book, which is the general inefficiency of government, seem to hold water.  It was interesting to see the old Beck, before he got more serious as he tried to found his own media empire, in the book.  Only one chapter engaged in the conspiracy-like thinking that Beck is sometimes prone to engage in.  Overall, it was an interesting book and one that, if one has an open mind about the country’s problems, presents some worthwhile information, which can get you thinking about what your positions really are.

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Thursday, January 24, 2019

The Zookeeper’s Wife

I have always been interested in stories about the resistance in World War II.  During a trip to the Netherlands quite some time ago, I really enjoyed visiting famous sights where acts of immense bravery and kindness, such as where Anne Frank and her family hid, took place.  We also walked past Corrie ten Boom’s house, now a museum, but were unable to visit because it was closed when we were there.  We also visited the Dutch Resistance Museum, which was fascinating and which provided a more in-depth view of the resistance and how it functioned and how so many people were able to participate in the Dutch attempt to withstand the evils of Nazism.  There are similar stories from all the countries invaded by Nazi Germany.  Like the Dutch stories that have proven a source of lifelong inspiration, these other stories, usually not quite as famous, cover a wide range of people doing what was right and are able to inspire us to do what is right, even in the face of great danger.

The Zookeeper’s Wife: A War Story by Diane Ackerman (ISBN: 978-0-393-33306-0) is one such story.  The story’s heroine is Antonina Żabińska, who was a Polish writer and the wife of the head of the Warsaw Zoo, Jan Żabiński.  Both were members of the underground resistance that fought the Nazi occupiers of their homeland.  They, like most members of the resistance, used what they had on hand to do this.  In their case, the story is rather remarkable because what they had on hand was a zoo.  This gave them cover for Jan to be out and about more than the average Varsovian and provided some unusual hiding spots for fellow resistance members and Jews alike.  Jan also used his position working for the municipality to help Jews escape from the ghetto, and they were often housed at the zoo, both in spaces formerly inhabited by animals and in the family’s house (which was always home to an extensive menagerie of unusual pets).  As with any underground operation, there were risks and close calls.  Hitler’s henchmen were interested in purebred animals as well as purebred people, so the zoo was of interest to some high-ranking Nazis, some of whom visited the zoo.  Regular soldiers used it as barracks and shot some of the animals for food.  The whole situation was always dangerous because one could never be sure just what those walking past the house would notice about the extra bodies in the house.  Jan, Antonina, their son, and some of their animals made it out of the war alive, having done the right thing by all those whom they helped and having risked it all.

I kind of expected I would like the book, and I wasn’t disappointed.  The story was very interesting and well written.  The reader is presented with a rather detailed (arguably too detailed in places) picture of the Żabiński family, the zoo, and the work Jan and Antonina did to save people from the Nazis.  Throughout the book, I was reminded of the risks they took and thought of how important a characteristic that is to have.  I believe they were always calculated risks, and they didn’t push the envelope when they didn’t have to, but to be able to do the right thing in a world, like the one created by the Nazis, where wrong is right and right is wrong, one has to be able to put aside risk aversion to a certain extent.  It was only by being willing to take certain risks that the story’s heroes could help as many people as they did.  Like all such stories, it helps us to never forget, but hopefully it does more than that and inspires us to not just never forget, but to undertake proactive measures to help the world avoid repeating the same mistakes again.

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Sunday, January 13, 2019

Star Wars: A New Dawn

The Star Wars franchise is interesting in that is has caught a firm hold of the imaginations of so many people.  Now that Disney owns it, the level of commercialization associated with it has, of course, skyrocketed.  One of the things Disney has done is make animated series that tie into their official, or canon, universe.  The second of these is called Star Wars Rebels.  It ran for four seasons, and I have watched most of the episodes (working through the fourth season as of this writing), thanks, in large part, to family members who find it to be pretty much the best thing ever.  The series has been better than I would’ve expected (other than the lamely rendered lightsabers, which are too thin and pointy).

Book cover.Star Wars: A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller (ISBN: 978-0-553-39286-9) talks about how two of the main Rebels characters met and teamed up to fight the Empire.  A guy named Kanan is living out his life in anonymity, usually jumping from one job to another to stay ahead of anyone really getting to know him, mostly because he’s a little afraid of the Empire and because he’s really never known anything different.  His public image is that of a rough-and-tumble cowboy, piloting ships carrying explosives and fighting anyone who so much as looks at him crookedly.  However, he often finds himself helping people out of sticky situations, usually seemingly without thinking as it just seems to be a part of who he is.  Opposite him is Hera, a Twi’lek, a humanoid alien (basically a human with so-called head-tails), who is an excellent pilot and has already dedicated her life to fighting against the Empire, although she is not part of any truly organized effort.  Their worlds collide on a planet where the moon is the real draw because it can be mined.  Kanan saves a few people, having used the Force to keep a cave from collapsing on them, and so is looking for a way away from the planet to avoid detection as a former Jedi.  Hera comes to get some information from a guy who works for a Star Wars version of a signals intelligence agency.  They meet in a dark alley, fighting off the local gang bangers and protecting people in the process.  Eventually, rather begrudgingly (especially for Kanan), they’re drawn into a mission that involves smuggling things on board an Imperial ship, fighting a cyborg, and a few shoot-outs.  There’s lots of action, some Star Wars-style romance, and the necessary positive ending after all the damage is done along the way.  The result is that the groundwork is laid for Hera and Canan, no longer completely running from his Jedi past, leading a small team of rebels all over the galaxy, resisting the Empire whenever they get the chance.

Since the series has been a pleasant surprise, I figured the book would decent, and I was not disappointed.  In a way, it was predictable, and Kanan’s storyline was an awful lot like Ahsoka’s, but I still found the story fun to read, and there was enough to the plot to keep it interesting, including a number of minor characters that were developed sufficiently to make them a good part of the story.  Fans of the TV show will enjoy the book, but if there are Star Wars fans thinking of giving the TV show a try, this book would probably be good to read before watching.  It would make it a bit less predictable.  Finally, as with all things Star Wars, there were enough loose ends to make it very easy for someone to come along and write the next installment or a spin-off.

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The Winter Fortress

You have to fight for your freedom and for peace.
You have to fight for it every day, to keep it.
It’s like a glass boat; it’s easy to break.  It’s easy to lose.
— Joachim Rønneberg

World War II played out on a much larger stage than I was aware of growing up.  In my mind, in Europe it was the U.S. and the UK with some marginal help from France taking on Germany, which had some marginal help from the Italians.  Russia got involved late and helped beat the Germans, but brought Communism with them.  In Asia, the U.S. fought Japan.  My guess is that is the fairly standard portrayal given by American schools.  What isn’t always so obvious to kids is that while those countries were the big-shots, their actions cut a much wider swath.  The book Snow Treasure, a kids’ book about a bunch of gold being snuck out of Norway, likely with the help of some kids on sleds, to keep it out of Nazi hands, although only “based on a true story,” piqued my interest in the way World War II had an impact on the countries other than the ones that come immediately to mind.

Book cover.The Winter Fortress: The Epic Mission to Sabotage Hitler’s Atomic Bomb by Neal Bascomb (ISBN: 978-0-544-36806-4) is a story that tells just such a story (incidentally, also in Norway).  The book tells part of the story of Nazi Germany’s efforts to acquire an atomic bomb.  Those efforts were tightly tied to Norway’s hydroelectric capabilities and a substance known as heavy water, or water with extra deuterium in it.  Early experiments by Allied and Axis scientists alike indicated that heavy water could be used in making an atomic bomb.  Germany pursued this theory rather aggressively.  After occupying Norway, the Germans used Norway’s production of heavy water to accelerate their nuclear experiments.  The Allies knew this and wanted to come up with a plan to prevent the German scientists from getting what they needed.  Norwegians in the resistance did a lot in their day-to-day efforts to sabotage the heavy water without doing too much damage to the plants where it was produced since that would lead to German reprisals and put many Norwegians out of work.  It was something the Norwegians had to carefully balance.  As things got down to the wire, though, even the Norwegians could see that their efforts would have to increase in scale.  With help from the UK, various plans were set in motion, including one that led to some disastrous deaths in the Norwegian outback as saboteurs rode gliders into Norway only to crash land with horrible results.  Later attempts were more successful with Norwegian commandos, already in Norway, conducting two successful raids against heavy water, one damaging the plant and one preventing a large delivery of the water from being completed.  After the first raid on the plant, the production capabilities were eventually brought back on line, but when they were, the U.S. bombed the plant, putting down for the count until the end of the war.  The book chronicles these operations, all that led up the them, and many of the brave people it took to make them successful.

The book was extremely interesting and well written, easily keeping my interest, even in places where the discussions were more scientific in nature.  The arctic adventure and sneaky military operation aspects were really cool.  As with most such stories, the story also includes a significant portion discussing the sacrifices so many made to keep their homelands free.  One often thinks of that in terms of casualties, but I was reminded in this book that it’s not always so cut and dry.  One of the main resistance figures lived through the war, but he lost his family, as his wife and kids moved to Sweden and his wife found another man there.  The soldier also never recovered from the mental stresses of fighting, starving (I learned a lot about the edible properties of all parts of a reindeer and how well moss can be added to soup), freezing, not sleeping, and working under cover.  There were also civilian casualties, for which all involved were sorry, but the general feeling was that people knew and understood that was part of war and they were willing to sacrifice for the greater good of their country and for the greater blessing of being free.  The book, then, is what good history should be, solid storytelling about interesting events that had far-reaching impacts and inspiring actions by the people involved.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
— Laurence Binyon, “For the Fallen”

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Saturday, January 12, 2019

The Vory

As a missionary in Russia, my views into the criminal underworld were rather limited.  Missionaries were, of course, sometimes mugged, and everyone ran into Gypsies and other beggars.  Some missionaries preferred to exchange money on the street instead of in a bank because they got a better rate, but that was about it.  A pretty cool story I was aware of was that one of the Russian missionaries had been in some kind of gang before joining the Church.  The story went that he was found by missionaries who were tracting one night.  They knocked on a door and this guy let them in.  People were partying loudly in the apartment, but this guy took the missionaries into the kitchen and they talked for a few minutes.  Further meetings ensued, and this guy joined the Church.  It’s now been twenty years since my missionary service began, but maybe ten years ago, I heard that this guy had married one of the Russian sisters who served in St. Petersburg, too, and he had even had a stint as a branch president.

Book cover.In The Vory: Russia's Super Mafia (ISBN: 978-0-300-18682-6) by Mark Galeotti, one gets a much more in-depth look at Russia’s criminals.  The book looks at the heavy hitters, not the petty thieves, starting way back in tsarist times and finishing with events of the last couple years.  The history of Russia’s criminals is interesting in that it is rather tightly woven together with the history of Russia itself.  The Russian Empire, the Bolsheviks, Stalin, Gorbachev, and then Yeltsin and now Putin have all left a mark on Russian organized crime.  The central figures, the so-called thieves in law (“in law” because they lived according to the thieves’ code) have proven themselves resourceful and adaptable, changing their methods and worldview to fit whatever comes their way.  Originally unwilling to be part of mainstream society, Stalinist repression and policy caused a demographic shift in the underworld that resulted in the top criminals finding a partner, not an enemy, in the state, and that relationship has continued to morph up through today, where crime, business, and politics is often a blurry and hard-to-define conglomeration.  Russian organized crime was a hot topic in the 1990s, when it and the oligarchs settled their scores openly and violently on the streets of Moscow and St. Petersburg, and security services around the world warned of the Russian mafia and its potential influence in Europe and even farther abroad.  Galeotti discusses that, too, including organized crime in America that is tied to the Russians.  He notes, though, that most of the Western fears never materialized, and the Russian criminals were never able to (or never even tried to) overtake the criminals who were already in place.  Now, with their shady ties to legitimacy, they ply their trades on the margins, providing services such as hacking or providing frontline fighters in Crimea.  There are a few significant words on the costs of crime, both in terms of people and economics.  The author’s main thesis is that the Russian thieves, the vory, now a solid part of mainstream society, a complete 180° turn from their pre-Revolution days, have adapted before and will continue to adapt to whatever situation comes their way.

This was a very interesting book that I thought did an excellent job providing a sufficient amount of detail on a very broad and complicated subject without going into any one particular area too deeply, leaving that for other books, articles, etc.  The history was well worth it, especially in the context of the overarching point of the book.  I enjoyed the anecdotes as well as the analysis, finding it sound in most places.  The point is well made, focusing largely on the post-Communist time period, which is more relevant to most readers, but pulling from the rich history of the thieves when necessary.  The only danger with books of this nature is that the reader is prone to start thinking of all people in a given society, in this case the Russians, as criminals, when, in fact, it’s just a small subset of the entire population.  Organized crime is presented as such as widespread thing that it seems everyone’s involved.  One has to keep proper perspective when reading about the subject.  On the other hand, it would seem that it’s a pervasive problem, and the book, in a way, is a call for people everywhere, but especially in the West, where organized crime is (hopefully?) not as pervasive, to work hard to prevent our government and business institutions from becoming so tightly intertwined with criminals because of the tolls that has on democracy and economics.

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Why Kosovo Still Matters

I am not quite old enough to remember bomb drills in school.  That was, thankfully, not part of the curriculum by the time I was going to school.  Still the world changed a lot when Communism fell apart in Eastern Europe, and I have got to see some of that happen, more or less, right before my very eyes.  In some cases, the fallout of those momentous changes took quite some time to settle.  The former Yugoslavia is one of those instances, with Kosovo being a major part of the dust that has yet to completely settle.

Book cover.Already eight years ago, Why Kosovo Still Matters by Denis MacShane (ISBN: 978-1-907822-39-1) was printed.  At that time, Kosovo had only been independent for three short years, with many in the West wondering why this little country was such a focus for so many in government.  The book gives a short history of Kosovo, but spends the bulk of its relatively few pages discussing the more modern history of the country from the fall of Yugoslavia to its troubled beginnings as an independent state.  Kosovo faces a number of difficulties.  Most are local, many having to do with the hostility of its neighbor and former overlord, Serbia.  These are unlikely to subsist soon because of the large Serbian minority in Kosovo.  Other problems exist because of the lack of support from the international community.  In essence, Europe and the U.S. created the country, but the West has since then done what some perceive as a poor job at integrating the country into the West, which has left Serbia pretty free to meddle in the country it wishes had never been created.  Serbia has a few allies in its efforts to keep Kosovo in a constant state of change.  Some are more active than others in these efforts, but overall, only a little over half of UN members have recognized Kosovo’s independence.  This situation makes it hard for the country to develop and for the people there to experience the benefits that independence and democracy are supposed to bring.  The end of the book discusses a few ideas on how to move forward.  Although it’s a little dated, some of the ideas being floated as ways to solve Kosovo’s troubles then are still being talked about, such as letting Serbia have the regions populated by a majority Serb population, but that is dismissed out of hand.  The problems are best dealt with, according to MacShane, by accepting that both Kosovo and Serbia are going to be around and then moving forward with an eye to improving the lots of the people on both sides of the ethnic divide.

Overall, the book was interesting.  The Balkans, and Yugoslavia in general, are fascinating.  There’s also an element of frustration for many in the West because of the Western worldview that typically says one should leave the past where it is and look to the future.  That often doesn’t float in the East, so I am not sure how well MacShane’s recommendations will play out, even though I largely agreed with them.  It was also interesting to read the author’s ideas on how Russian meddling in the Balkans is one of the reasons Kosovo’s troubles with Serbia remain to real and present.  That thought fits well with Russia’s actions in other places, where instability seems to be the main goal.  My complaints with the book are the same I have with many.  The author’s clear Leftist politics stood out, which detracted from the book.  Also, the author (who, incidentally, was convicted of various crimes having to do with fraudulent expense accounts) drew heavily on lengthy passages quoted from his journals during his time as the UK European Minister, which were less analytical in nature, detracting from the book (they also included some of ridiculous use of the F-word that people seem to think books need nowadays) rather significantly, I thought.

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Sunday, January 06, 2019

Washington’s Spies

After reading George Washington’s Secret Six, I wanted to know more about this ring of spies that did so much for my country.  I didn’t know the story of these early Americans, which was almost unheard of outside of their individual families until the 1920s, when a guy with the interesting last name of Pennypacker recognized that the handwriting in some documents in his Long Island, New York, collection and in some letters in the George Washington collection were the same.  That led him to figuring out just who Samuel Culper was.  He wrote a book, but the story went back into relative obscurity until cable channel AMC decided to make it into a TV series.  As a mostly non-TV watcher, I’d much rather pick up the book.

Book cover.Washington’s Spies: The Story of America’s First Spy Ring by Alexander Rose (ISBN: 978-0-307-41870-8) delves deep into the history of the Culper Ring.  It starts well before the two main Culper spies came onto the scene by giving the reader the full story of America’s first spy, Nathan Hale, who likely said, “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country,” before being hung, condemned as a traitor to the king.  Hale was friends in college with the first spymaster of the United States, Benjamin Tallmadge, and Hale’s untimely demise served as a very real warning to Tallmadge and others who were contemplating ways to undermine the British in America.  In similar, extremely detailed fashion, Rose takes the reader through the history of the ring from its very beginning to its disbanding as the Revolutionary War wound down.  He talks of its triumphs in warning Washington of various British plans ranging from diversionary marches to producing counterfeit money.  He discusses the struggles the ring had, which ranged from finding someone to shuttle messages back and forth to figuring out ways to encipher writing, all the while avoiding the heavy hand of military justice.  The book also provides a lot of detail on Benedict Arnold’s defection, the effects of which the Culper Ring diminished, and on the British spymaster, John André, who was involved in that unfortunate event, and therefore, hung by the Americans.

This was a book that I really enjoyed reading.  While more academic in nature than the first book I read on the subject (I even had to look up a few words in the dictionary), it was no less engrossing, and it easily captures one’s imagination, transporting the reader back in time and into the shops, taverns, and marshes of colonial New York.  It’s really no surprise this book and its author were relied on heavily by AMC’s producers.  I liked the high level of detail that gave a very complete picture of all the spies, the couriers, and the American and British officers involved in attempts to gather intelligence and to thwart such operations.  There were also detailed explanations of XVIII-century spy tradecraft such as invisible inks and codes and how to break them.  It made me think of some school and Cub Scout activities that I fondly recalled.  The book is a very solid piece of history that relied solely on well-researched history, including a large number of primary sources (The author also spends a few pages discussing some of the more popular theories about the Culper Ring, such as “Agent 355.”  The author jumps on no bandwagons and intelligently discusses the matter, noting that the somewhat popular theory of a woman intimately involved in the ring is unlikely.), on a thoroughly interesting chapter of Revolutionary War history and one that helped me appreciate those who sacrificed to make the United States of America.

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George Washington's Secret Six

I have always appreciated the Revolutionary War, knowing that it was a critical and major part of the process of America becoming America.  There is a very real chance that I would not be who I am today if it were not for the revolution.  It then goes without saying that I am indebted to the great leaders of nascent America.  Sadly, it’s not a big stretch to say that I don’t know enough about them and about the war they fought to secure both their freedom and my freedom.  The subject has always captured my imagination, though, and I am always excited to learn more about how the United States miraculously overcame Great Britain.

Book cover.George Washington's Secret Six: The Spy Ring That Saved the American Revolution by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger (ISBN: 978-1-59523-103-1) tells a very interesting story and gives some important insights into just how Washington and the other rebels upset one of the greatest empires in the world.  Washington was not opposed at all to spying, and the methods he was willing to employ were rather cutting edge for his time.  Importantly, the American forces were first to plunge into the spy game, so the British, who eventually put off the old ways of thinking about spying and the old ways of spying itself, had to play catch up.  Since New York was of such great importance to the warring armies, getting solid intelligence out of the Tory-held area was critical to the American cause.  Washington’s chief of intelligence, Benjamin Tallmadge, was able to recruit six agents in New York, known as the Culper Ring, after the pseudonyms of the main agents, who then provided the Continental Army with key information throughout the war.  They were able to help thwart a British attack on French forces friendly to the American rebels, they helped capture traitor extraordinaire Benedict Arnold, they helped Washington avoid defeat by warning him not to chase after what was a British diversion, and they helped the Continental government fight against British attempts to infuse America with counterfeit money.  Kilmeade and Yaeger provide a number of details about those involved in the spy ring, the officers on both sides, and the various events they were involved in from the ring’s inception to the end of the war.

I enjoyed the book and was pleased to learn a number of new things.  The book was relatively light reading, though, which was slightly disappointing, but expected considering the author with top billing used to be a cable news morning show host.  I liked getting a look at a part of the Revolutionary War that I was unaware of before, especially considering its relative importance.  This book spent a bit of time on each of the main characters in the spy ring, including one the authors (and some others, it turns out) refer to as “Agent 355.”  There are various theories as to who this person is, but the authors of this book leaned heavily toward the idea that this person was a woman involved in the spy trade.  It very well could have been, but I remained unconvinced and thought that this was more of a ploy to appeal to today’s reader.  Overall, I would’ve liked a more academic treatment of the subject, but found the book to be a great introduction to a fascinating piece of American history.

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