Sunday, August 30, 2020

Outrage, Inc.

When I was a kid, I was big into conservationism.  I thought re-using things and recycling things was pretty cool.  We had a guy on our street that worked for Reynolds Aluminum Recycling Company (as I remember it, anyway; I could be wrong), and I remember driving with my dad to a semi trailer set up in a parking lot in Layton to drop off a bag of old aluminum cans and get a few dollars in return.  It seemed like a pretty cool thing to a kid.  I watched National Geographic specials about the ozone hole with interest and once even got a book from those Scholastic catalogs they always send around in schools about things kids could do to save the planet and stave off the impending ice age.

Book cover.Outrage, Inc.: How the Liberal Mob Ruined Science, Journalism, and Hollywood by Derek Hunter (ISBN: 978-0-06-283552-9) talks about that very ice age and how it never came, but the same alarmism that drove the talk about it has not abated at all.  In fact, according to Hunter, the hype about the ice age’s replacement cause, climate change, is exponentially greater and has been combined with overwrought hype about dozens of other issues.  The thesis of Hunter’s work is that that hype is lacking a foundation in reality, but has overtaken all of pop culture, a lot of the news media, and a lot of the scientific world.  He talks a lot about the Leftist bias in all of those areas that the Right so often complains about.  In each section, he provides concrete examples and then some analysis to drive home the points being made.  He digs into some things that many readers probably would not even consider on their own, such as the budgets (and sources of those same budgets) for various movies.  He found that while the movie studios and producers make their mainstream fare, they also unabashedly spend millions on agenda-driven movies that usually don’t do well at the box office.  An agenda-driven press, though, happily covers those films in great detail.  Hunter discusses the origins of some of pop culture’s environmentalist stars like Bill Nye and Neil deGrasse Tyson and why they are really only qualified to speak about certain issues, but seem to be asked for what are portrayed as authoritative statements on a variety of things.  Hunter notes that if people can be incited to anger, they do what all people do when angry: make less-effective decisions, including asking for government policy that limits liberty and voting in politicians that want to expand government control.

The book was an interesting read.  The bias argument is an old one that is not always easily provable either way.  Hunter’s myriad examples were welcome additions to this argument.  The strong connection he made between the ineffectiveness of emotion-driven decision making and the push in the media to keep people worked up about something was well made.  In the last few years, the Right in America has started paying more attention to pop culture than in the past, and they are right to do so if they want to make inroads there.  Hunter’s analysis explains why this is so key.  While I appreciated so many concrete examples of movies, newspapers, and other works that bolstered the points Hunter was making, I was disappointed that the book was so laid-back in tone and even had a few of the lame jokes that both political sides make about the other.  Leaving that out and using the same pages and ink for a few more solid examples of Hollywood spending, editorial bias, or pseudo-science would have improved the book markedly and made it applicable to a wider audience.

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Saturday, August 15, 2020

Church of Cowards

I grew up in a religious family with parents and grandparents who were examples of hard work, service, dedication, and faith.  A lot of what they did was within the framework of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  As a young teenager, I remember when my dad gave a talk in church (almost every Sunday, two or three people from the congregation give talks — sermons, essentially — that they have prepared ahead of time, by invitation).  I don’t remember the particular subject, but it involved God’s command to love and serve our fellowmen.  As people were milling about after church, I overheard one person commenting on how my dad was certainly entitled to give a talk on that subject because he walked the walk, as they say.  I don’t know if I was meant to hear that comment, and I’ll never know, but I did, and it taught me a lesson.  In later life, I have spent a lot of time and effort trying to convince both myself and others that the message of the gospel of Jesus Christ is one of action.  He expects us to be active instruments in His hands, seeking out others and lifting them up.

Book cover.Church of Cowards: A Wake-up Call to Complacent Christians by Matt Walsh (ISBN: 978-1-62157-920-5) is a book about that very call to action.  In the book, Walsh discusses some of what he perceives to be problems in America and then talks about how they are largely, if not completely, overcome by Christians getting up and putting their religious beliefs into action.  While he is Catholic (not discussed in the book, but a known fact), the book is not directed at any specific denomination; the things he says are meant to be applicable by all believers.  He notes that polls generally find America to be about 70% Christian, but that America does not function like a country that is 70% Christian.  The opening chapter presents a fictionalized situation where barbarians come to America to slaughter Christians, something like ancient Rome, but can’t find anyone that will stand up for what the barbarians believe to be Christianity.  The people they find are wishy-washy and non-committal about anything other than their openness and tolerance.  The rest of the book that looks deeper into those watered-down values and how far they are from what Walsh believes is taught in the Bible.  Modern man’s disdain for organized religion, the commitment many show to entertainment instead of God, and a brand of religion that doesn’t require any sacrifice from its adherents are a few of the topics that draw Walsh’s ire in a, typical for his Internet-based daily show, scathing take-down of modern American Christianity.  The book asks those who call themselves Christian to start taking their religion more seriously, which, for most, will mean making effort to change and become more active.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from this book.  Podcasting doesn’t always equate to writing, so even though the author has a successful show, that doesn’t mean he’ll write a book successfully.  It probably helps that he also writes a regular column that tackles similar subject matter.  American culture is always in Walsh’s crosshairs, and the writing was not a disappointment.  I was also interested to see how religious writing from a conservative Catholic would square with the theology of my own church.  In general, it did, and the doctrinal differences expressed in the book were not central to his arguments, so I didn’t think they detracted from the points made and believe that would be true for most any denomination.  As with anything that touches touchy subjects, I didn’t agree with every word (he brilliantly took on Christian entertainment in a section with which I couldn’t agree more, though), but there was much where I was nodding in agreement and there was no arguing on the main point: America would be a vastly different country today were we who profess Christianity to actually live by its precepts in all facets of our lives.  The book is a call to action; it’s action that usually starts with ourselves.  Are we living our lives in accordance with God’s will or are we seeking our own?  The book serves, as its subtitle claims, as a great wake-up call.

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Monday, July 20, 2020

Irena’s Children

As a kid, World War II fascinated me, but that was mostly because of the aircraft.  I was not drawn as strongly to tanks, ships, or even the history, although I had a grandfather who fought with the U.S. Army in the Pacific and two grandparents who lived through the war as children in Germany.  It was the airplanes that held my attention as a kid, and I drew, painted, and read about them a lot.  I don’t remember exactly when, but sometime during my elementary school years, an exhibit on Anne Frank came to Salt Lake City, and I had the chance to see it.  That opened a whole new world to me: one of the resistance and the underground, a world where people had to risk their lives simply to do what was right.  That seemed very interesting to me then and has continued to be very interesting throughout my life.

Book cover.It seems there are many stories to be told about those who did what they could to fight against the Nazis from inside, and Irena’s Children: The Extraordinary Story of the Woman Who Saved 2,500 Children from the Warsaw Ghetto by Tilar J. Mazzeo (ISBN: 978-1-4767-7851-8) tells quite an incredible story.  The book chronicles the World War II experience of Irena Sendler, a Polish Catholic who repeatedly risked her life to save Jewish children from the Holocaust.  Over the course of the war, Irena Sendler was able to aid in the escape of at least 2,500 (while she and others did their best to keep records, most of those records were ultimately lost and their reconstruction was admittedly incomplete) Jewish children from the Warsaw ghetto and into ethnically Polish homes and orphanges, where they were usually able to escape detection.  It was rarely a simple process, and included the stuff of thrillers and spy movies: escapes through the sewers, disguise, assumed identities, forged documents, illegal networks, and contacts in high places.  Irena didn’t do the work on her own (something she was always very quick to point out), and around her there was a large network of people that included teenagers that were willing to serve as sewer guides, nurses and doctors who helped with false papers, social welfare workers (Irena’s profession) who used their contacts and access to help, friends, and scores of people along the way such as neighbors and business owners that turned their heads the other way when they needed to, even if they couldn’t do more.  At one point, Irena was arrested and tortured by the Gestapo, and then she was the one being rescued.  The story is full of adventure and danger.  The author also spent a fair amount of time discussing Irena’s love life an seemed to make a lot of effort to fill the reader in on those who played the largest roles in Irena’s network of anti-Nazi collaborators.

The book was definitely an interesting one and told, as the tag line on the cover says, a “story of courage.”  What was particularly impressive (as is often the case with such stories), was that it didn’t seem that Irena had to summon much courage to do what she did, and neither did those around her.  They simply acted based on what they knew was the right thing to do.  Considering the millions of Jews killed during the Holocaust, the nagging question is always whether or not it was worth it.  Irena herself was scarred for life thanks to Gestapo torture.  She was more haunted, though, by the constant second-guessing that she did herself about whether or not she could’ve done more.  I am reminded of the story of a kid tossing drying star fish back into the ocean who is asked by someone else, “Why do you do this?  There are thousands of starfish on the beach; you can’t possibly help them all.” The response comes after throwing one more back in the water, “I made a differenc to that one.”  The book spent what I thought was too much time discussing Irena’s somewhat conflicted love life, including her love for one of the Jews she worked with in the underground (she divorced her first husband to marry her Jewish lover, Adam, then, divorced him, and after his death, remarried her first husband, so it was complicated, as they say), and I thought it often strayed from the story to provide too many details about those around Irena.  They were also couragous and worthy of having their stories told, but I would’ve appreciated a tighter focus, especially as the author seemed to enjoy noting at every possible chance that most of Irena’s circle (herself included), were socialists and came from somewhere on the left side of the political spectrum (mentioning this once would’ve been sufficient).  Given those criticisms, though, the story really was one of courageously making a difference and is a story well worth reading.  As a kid, it was easy to imagine myself in the resistance.  As an adult, I better understand those who struggled to make the right choices.  Stories like this are great because they inspire us to more easily make those correct choices and help others, even if we only make “a differenc to that one.”

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Sunday, May 31, 2020

Kommando

Special forces, secret agents, elite soldiers and policemen, and others who have proven themselves as skilled, dedicated, and tough beyond the average person always make for interesting stories, both in real-life history and in fiction.  I am usually interested in such material, especially if it’s from actual wars and other events, although I did read the original Jason Bourne trilogy (admittedly, while on an exercise bike).  I have usually read from a U.S.-centric position and certainly from one focused on the West, both because that’s what interests me most, but also because that is what tends to be available to me (the victors write history, right?).

Kommando: German Special Forces of World War Two by James Lucas (ISBN: 0-304-35127-X) is a book that takes a look at special forces from the other side.  Lucas is clearly pro-Ally and writes from a perspective driven purely by scholarly interest.  The writing is dispassionate and appropriately covers the material.  He discusses German special forces in the army, navy, and air force during World War II.  He notes that German efforts in this area, just like happens to be the case for many other countries, historical and modern, were hampered by bureaucratic infighting, although this is probably a good thing in the case of World War II.  The book catalogues various battles and operations that German special forces were involved in, some successful, such as the taking of a large fortress, the Belgian Fort Eben-Emael, and others resulting in large losses for the Germans, such as an attempt at capturing Yugoslav Partisan leader Josip Tito.  There were also descriptions of guerilla action and more political things, such as an operation in Poland, where the intent of the operation was to make it look like the Poles were revolting, harming Germans, and giving Germany a reason to attack.  There were descriptions of the German Navy trying to conduct special operations in specially designed boats and submarines, most of which were abject failures.  The air force didn’t fare much better, although the author places much of the blame for this on German military leadership, including Hitler, who expected too much and did not use the special forces in appropriate situations.  Finally, the book examines non-military forces, which were special only in the sense that they weren’t regular soldiers.  In general, using civilians was even more havoc-filled than the failed operations that involved professional soldiers.

I am, by no means, a military historian, so this was an interesting book, although it faded toward the end as it catalogued the various failures of the German navy and Luftwaffe to conduct special operations.  Maybe that is another reason I’ve read so much about American and other Allied successes?  Victory and success probably make for better stories.  It was interesting to learn about a new subject, but it was a little dry once it got outside the major successes.  I, like the author, found that something ultimately to be grateful for, as that meant that Germany likely had the tools at its disposal to be successful using special operations in the war, but often didn’t because of management and other problems, which was a boon to the Allies.

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Savage Continent

My high school offered a number of Advanced Placement® classes.  I availed myself of the opportunity of taking some of them, but European History was not one of them.  It seemed too far removed from anything involving me, too obscure.  Since then, thanks to things like serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Russia and my wife being from Europe, as well as a greater appreciation for my family history, which has a lot of Europe in it, I’ve developed a greater interest in Europe and European history.  The AP class typically starts with events in the XIV century, and my interests don’t usually go back that far, as the XX century and today are usually what intrigue me, likely because I see the connection, just like I didn’t see the connection back in high school.

Book cover.Savage Continent: Europe in the Aftermath of World War II by Keith Lowe (ISBN: 978-1-250-03356-7) takes a very raw look at the immediate post-World War II period in European history.  The author catalogues the side of post-war Europe that is not usually highlighted in articles and books: genocide, ethnic cleansing, corruption, and violence.  The wartime years are famous for those, but they continued, usually on a smaller scale and in a more isolated fashion, for years after the Allies defeated the Axis powers.  Lowe examines the post-war conditions and how they created the ideal setting for further violence.  While the Allied armies tried to gain control and figure out just what they had on their hands, displaced persons and refugees wandered Europe.  There were plenty of instances of vigilante justice and people looking for revenge against the Germans or other people that had truly or only purportedly wronged others.  In Poland, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, and a few other places, the German concentration camps were still being used, either has temporary housing or by the Soviets or others for their original purposes, just against a new type of inmate.  Ukrainian and Poles fought.  Greece went into a civil war.  Jews continued to find no quarter.  The Allies and international organizations worked hard to remedy the harsh conditions, but given the level of destruction the war had wrought, it was often slow going.  Finally, the emerging struggle of the Cold War meant that some of these problems were not given the focus that some would have liked them to have been under.

The book was a very interesting read, although it is easily one of those that is often described as “hard” because of the vivid descriptions of man’s cruelty to his fellowman.  The descriptions of the trials and judgements (or lack thereof) against Nazi sympathizers and collaborators in many European countries was interesting and presented interesting arguments on why they were conducted in the manner that they ultimately were.  I thought a lot of the content was new to me in that I didn’t know about this or that specific situation, but none of it surprised me, having spent time in and trying to learn about the Balkans.  It seems that a lot of the areas where post-war conflagrations happened are the same areas that are still thought of as potential flashpoints today.  People should be aware of the history and the potential consequences of various actions in these places.  I thought the book was somewhat anti-victor (both Western and Communist), laying blame for some of the post-war atrocities at the feet of the Allies.  I wasn’t convinced that was accurate or appropriate, but the book was interesting and provided a good view into a part of European history that is not often discussed.

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Saturday, May 16, 2020

Dave Barry’s Money Secrets

Reading the newspaper was an institution of my childhood.  My parents always subscribed to the Deseret News, one of Utah’s two major papers.  I remember seeing my mom and my dad read the paper.  When I was really young, my interaction with the newspaper was limited to asking my parents to “read me the ‘Circle,’” which is what I called the Family Circus, since it was the only comic published in a circle instead of squares or rectangles.  Later on, I started to read the newspaper for myself.  I found it fascinating and read articles and columns from all the sections, but admit that the comics and the sports were the priorities.  Sunday’s massive paper with extra sections and tons of advertising inserts also featured Dave Barry’s nationally syndicated column, and I usually thought they were amazing.

Book cover.Dave Barry’s Money Secrets: Like: Why Is There a Giant Eyeball on the Dollar? (ISBN: 1-4000-4758-7) is a parody of financial advice books or self-help books and contains a lot of Barry’s goofball humor as well as the kinds of juxtapositions of what people are always saying and what actually happens in real life that have kept comedians in business since the dawn of time.  He talks about the need for money, the lack of money, the history of money, investment opportunities, financial gurus, famous rich people (the bit on Donald Trump was surprisingly germane), tipping, and the stock market, among other things.  None of it is sound financial advice, but it the vast majority of it hits home, like all good humor, because there’s some truth to it.

With the demise of newspapers, I haven’t read Dave Barry in close to twenty years, so the book was a fun read.  I had never read a book by Barry, so this was also a new experience.  As always, I enjoyed the most of the humor.  I made the mistake of reading it on an airplane and I unsuccessfully stifled a few laughs out loud.  I think the book format was just maybe a little too much for me.  The column once a week was probably more the portion size I prefer.  I also thought there was more gutter humor in the book than I remember in the columns (unsurprising, given that I was reading the columns over twenty years ago, when standards were a little different, especially in the newspaper industry as opposed to the book industry).

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Friday, May 15, 2020

Master and Commander

Life at sea has captured people’s imaginations since the beginning of time judging by the number of novels written about seafarers.  Shipwrecks, battles, pirates, and journeys to exotic locales make for good stories, both when it’s history and when it comes in the form of a novel or a movie.  I read stories like Treasure Island and Carry On, Mr. Bowditch.  It was a world I was not really familiar with, coming from a land-locked state, but with the danger, discovery, and adventure, it was great reading.  In my teenage years, I saw the movie White Squall, which was a bit of a coming-of-age story, but the adventure of the sea and hard-knock learning made for a great story.  I also enjoyed the movie Master and Commander, which I saw in my early 20s.  I didn’t know that last movie was based on a set of rather well-known novels.

Book cover.Master and Commander by Patrick O’Brian (ISBN: 0-393-30705-0) is the first in what turned out to be a twenty-book series.  The novel starts off with the main protagonist, Jack Aubrey, being promoted and taking the helm of his own ship.  He finds a guy named Stephen Maturin to be the ship’s surgeon, and off the two main characters in the series go, sailing for the Royal Navy.  Their first duty is convoy escort, but having successfully completed that, they are given permission to cruise, looking for prizes (enemy ships, as the setting for the books is the Napoleonic Wars).  Aubrey leads his crew to a few successes, some minor, some much more significant.  Throughout, life aboard a ship and life in port are presented in life-like detail, right down to the ropes and pulleys aboard the ship.  While Aubrey and Maturin headline the action, the story includes the other officers and men aboard, giving a complete picture.  The story is loosely based on some actual events in the Royal Navy’s history.  When the crew is in port, one is also introduced into Captain Harte, Aubrey’s superior, and Harte’s wife, with whom Aubrey is having an affair.  That comes back to bite Aubrey toward the end of the novel, when he is prevented from getting any of his prize money, which is Harte’s way of getting back at him.

The book was an interesting novel.  I’d have to watch the movie again to compare it to the book (although the movie is based on the first three books in the series).  It was a bit technical at times, but it really fit into the story since the sailors had to explain things to Maturin, who was a landman.  The explanations helped non-sailors like myself, but I often found myself lost in discussions of ropes and sails.  The action scenes were good, though.  I liked the realistic nature of the story, too, which applied to life on land, at sea, and in all the various professions encountered.  It seemed that O’Brian knew his stuff.  Overall, I liked it enough that I’m interested in finding the second book.  I was surprised in a couple instances by language sailors are famous for since I didn’t think those words were usually printed in stuff mass marketed in the 1970s.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Flashpoints

In the end, the problem of Europe is the same problem that haunted its greatest moment, the Enlightenment.  It is the Faustian spirit, the desire to possess everything even at cost of their souls.  Today their desire is to possess everything at no cost.  They want permanent peace and prosperity.  They want to retain their national sovereignty, but they do not want these sovereign states to fully exercise their sovereignty.  They want to be one people, but they do not want to share each other’s fate.  They want to speak their own language, but they don’t believe that these will be a bar to complete mutual understanding.  They want to triumph, but they don’t want to risk. They want to be completely secure, but they don’t wish to defend themselves.

Europe has always been a hotbed of military activity.  I never really understood that in the 1700s and 1800s because so many of the nobility were related.  Even as World War I approached, the situation was much the same, and the leaders England, Germany, Russia, and others were all related in one way or another.  I would think that would’ve kept things calmer, but it didn’t.  Obviously, World War I and World War II followed the pattern of violence.  From then on, though, Europe has been relatively stable or, at least, the famous parts that people want to visit have been.  Always lurking under the surface, especially during the Cold War, though, was the threat of war.  It makes for interesting study and reading.

Book cover.In Flashpoints: The Emerging Crisis in Europe by George Friedman (ISBN: 978-0-307-95113-7), the author examines the history of Europe between the great wars and then wants to know if Europe will continue in its post-World War II ways or return to its long history of war.  He argues that Europe’s history of conflict has not come to an end.  The war in Bosnia & Herzegovina after Yugoslavia disintegrated and Russia’s invasions of Georgia and Ukraine are given as the most prominent examples of how Europe has not been very peaceful since the fall of the Soviet Union, and that’s relatively recent.  He discusses many of the problems Europe is facing, such as immigration from predominantly Muslim societies, the UK’s distance from the EU (the book was written before Brexit was finalized), friction between northern Europe and southeastern Europe, and economic concerns throughout the European Union.  Friedman bases a lot of his analysis on what he calls borderlands, which are areas where cultures, nations, and ethnic groups meet and mingle.  People grow up speaking three or four languages and are involved in cross-border trade, but always seem to maintain some sort of identity, be it religious, ethnic, or national.  When conditions get worse, such as when the economy takes a hit, these borderlands can turn into flashpoints that have the potential to turn into war (or a larger war if multiple flashpoints go off at the same time).  The book is predictive in nature, so only time will tell.

While already a few years old, the book seemed relevant to today’s Europe.  Bosnia & Herzegovina is still unsettled with the ethnic Serb entity, the Serb Republic, defiantly worked towards ever-greater autonomy.  Kosovo is still a major sore point for the Serbs.  The Greeks and Turks are always on edge with each other.  The Greeks and Macedonians continue to squabble over just who was there first and whether the name of a country can infer violent intentions.  The EU itself has a member in Cyprus that is home to a frozen conflict.  Other frozen conflicts on the European periphery like Nagorno-Karabakh and Russia’s incursion into Ukraine are keeping things warm.  The author placed a lot of weight on Germany’s economic domination of the EU and how other countries resent that (which is likely true — as the story goes, a few years ago, a German missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Athens was beat up when some Greeks learned he was a German, and the Greeks were of the opinion that Germany had caused most, if not all, of their economic problems).  I continue to think Russia, immigration, and energy (all of which Friedman touched on) have the biggest potential to add a spark to the flashpoints.

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Saturday, January 25, 2020

12 Strong

I remember when I learned about the terrorist attacks of September 11th, 2001, pretty well.  I was still a recently-returned missionary from Russia who was attending fall semester at Brigham Young University.  I don’t remember exactly if I was going into or out of a class, but I was near the Carl F. Eyring Science Center (ESC) and ran into a guy who had grown up near two where I lived, often in the same church ward.  He excitedly and agitatedly told me about a plane having flown into the World Trade Center.  That was a very perplexing bit of news, but I think I was more puzzled by the interaction itself since this particular person had never been very fond of me.  It must’ve been pretty serious news to have someone who usually avoided me tell me about something.  I don’t remember how the next couple hours went, but, eventually, classes were cancelled, and most students, including myself, went back to our apartments to watch the news unfold.  

Book cover.12 Strong: The Declassified True Story of the Horse Soldiers by Doug Stanton (ISBN: 978-1-5011-7995-2) tells the story of the earliest American soldiers to go into Afghanistan after the attacks that rocked America. The book starts with the airplanes flying into the World Trade Center and the reactions of the Army Special Forces soldiers who would eventually be the first to respond.  The reader learns quite a bit about the lives of the twelve guys to go into Afghanistan.  There were a variety of backgrounds, but all were  committed to serving their country and making sure the terrorists didn’t strike again.  The book tells of their preparations, some of which were rather unorthodox, including buying things from local stores or ordering supplies from catalogs.  Actually getting into Afghanistan was a complicated matter, even with bases nearby in Uzbekistan.  The helicopter rides from Uzbekistan to Afghanistan were harrowing experiences with pilots flying blind in unfamiliar territory with unfamiliar weather patterns.  They eventually made it, though, and then the soldiers got to doing what they were trained to do.  It wasn’t just fighting, though, as they were also trained to adapt to local conditions and get in the heads of the people they would be fighting with and against.  They had to make allies out of temperamental Afghan warlords.  The book portrays this as happening fairly easily and quickly, which may have been the case, but the men expressed a lot of trepidation about how their interactions with the Afghan leaders would go and were grateful for the American firepower that backed up what they were claiming they’d be able to help with.  The initial American soldiers were careful to remain in their advisory roles and let the Afghans run the war.  This also built respect and trust, and was a key to both building alliances and successful military action.  The special forces soldiers were convinced that their work in Afghanistan was so successful because it was really the Afghans’ fight against the Taliban — America was just helping.  One subplot, if it can be called that, in the book is the story of John Walker Lindh, the American who joined the Taliban.  He was a prisoner that some of the soldiers in the book came in contact with.  The book closes with happy reunions for the soldiers after completing their tour of duty, but then some must turn around and go to Iraq.  They answered the call of duty, but most did not see the war in Iraq in the same light as that in Afghanistan, and it ended in the loss of life for some of them.  They didn’t see the same system in Iraq, where the Americans were simply advisors and the suppliers of firepower, and that bode badly, according to them.

The book was a very interesting one.  I did not know a lot of what I read.  It was incredible to read of the combining of cutting-edge technology leading bombs to their targets using lasers and GPS and soldiers leading charges on horses, the Afghans often wearing threadbare clothes and makeshift shoes.  It was inspiring, really, to read of the Afghans who were fighting for their liberty.  They didn’t want any part of the oppressive Taliban regime.  On the other hand, it was depressing to read because of the way the situation in Afghanistan has regressed since these twelve soldiers finished their time in that far-away land.  I highly doubt that they nor their Afghan counterparts would say the fight was in vain.  They were fighting for what all people want — freedom and liberty.  The story of Lindh was one that didn’t really interest me.  I would’ve rather heard more about the military missions, strikes, and battles.  Lindh’s involvement seemed rather tangential.  I liked the stories of the Americans interacting with the Afghans, trying to respect their traditions, but also needing to get their job done.  There was a little bit of tension in those moments, which made for good stories.  The common human thread of a desire for liberty and a willingness to help one’s fellowman achieve that liberty was a powerful message.  Like all such war story books, it was probably a little front heavy, with a lot of information about preparations that took place before actually going into battle, and then short on details about the actual battles.  Finally, like most of these books, it was heavy on swearing.

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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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