Booklist Time Again

Tullian Tchividjian’s Top 40 Books on Christ and Culture. This list is mostly, maybe all, nonfiction, and I’ve read very few of the books on the list. But I probably should read some of them.

Carissa Smith: Top 5 Books on Religion in the South. I should definitely read these.

Dr. Veith is looking for a good book, and he gets lots of great recommendations that we can all borrow.

The Guardian’s Index of Top Ten Lists.

10 Books You Skipped in College (But Shouldn’t Have) by Amy Letinsky. Not a bad list, but I would substitute The Odyssey for one of the twentieth century selections.

The U.S. Presidents Reading Project has a list of all of the U.S. presidents and suggested reading selections (non-fiction) for each one. The challenge is to read one biography of each one. I wish.

Poetry Friday: Roberta Anderson

Roberta Joan Anderson was born on November 7, 1943, in Fort Macleod, Alberta, Canada.

As a teen she listened to rock-n-roll radio broadcasts out of Texas. She bought herself a baritone ukelele for $36 because she couldn’t afford a guitar.

“In a hundred years, when they ask who was the greatest songwriter of the era, it’s got to be her or Dylan. I think it’s her. And she’s a better musician than Bob.”~David Crosby

“She took the clay and moulded it in a way we hadn’t seen before. If you really sort of analyse songwriting at that time, male or female, what she was doing with her structures and her use of melody and her poetry and the voice too, you know that’s just one of the gifts that we’ve had.” ~Tori Amos

Sometimes change comes at you
like a broadside accident
There is chaos to the order
Random things you can’t prevent
There could be trouble around the corner
There could be beauty down the street
Synchronized like magic
Good friends you and me.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
.

As a child I spoke as a child–
I thought and I understood as a child–
But when I became a woman–
I put away childish things
And began to see through a glass darkly.
Where, as a child, I saw it face to face
Now, I only know it in part
Fractions in me
Of faith and hope and love
And of these great three
Love’s the greatest beauty…

You may know her as singer/songwriter Joni Mitchell.

Lyric excerpts taken from Ms. Mitchell’s website.

Take a Look

The Headmistress at The Common Room suggested a look at this photograph.

How can anyone look at that photo and argue with these words of Edward Cardinal Egan, Archbishop of New York?

“It is high time to stop pretending that we do not know what this nation of ours is allowing—and approving—with the killing each year of more than 1,600,000 innocent human beings within their mothers. We know full well that to kill what is clearly seen to be an innocent human being or what cannot be proved to be other than an innocent human being is as wrong as wrong gets.”

We rightly rejoice that our nation was able to overcome decades of prejudice and discrimination yesterday and elect a black man to the highest office in this country. When will we be able to rejoice that our nation has been given eyes to see the prejudice and discrimination and murder that has been perpetrated against our youngest citizens and when will we end it? Not one of those babies who have died since 1973 will be able to be elected president ever.

Children’s Fiction of 2008: The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry

Influenced in her childhood by a mother who insisted on surrounding her with books instead of roller skates and jump ropes, Lois Lowry grew up lacking fresh air and exercise but with a keen understanding of plot, character and setting. Every morning she opened the front door hoping to find an orphaned infant in a wicker basket. Alas, her hopes were always dashed and her dreams thwarted. She compensates by writing books.

There you have the tone of this now-for-something-completely-different farce by the Newbery award-winning author of The Giver. If you’re looking for futuristic science fiction with a message like The Giver, you’ve come to the wrong place. If you’re looking for wickedly delicious humor with an “old-fashioned” flavor, stop and take a look at The Willoughbys. All the traditional elements are present:

There are four children, the eldest, Timothy, the twins, Barnaby A and Barnaby B, and Jane the youngest.
Check.

A baby is left on the doorstep in a wicker basket with a note attached.
Check.

Baby is adopted by an eccentric, rich inventor of candies.
Check.

Children’s parents go off on a long sea voyage.
CHeck.

Heavyset nanny with lace-up shoes feeds the children oatmeal for breakfast.
Check.

Nanny and the children go for walks to “expose themselves to invigorating fresh air.”
Check.

A lost, but enterprising, son returns home just in the nick of time.
Check.

They all, mostly, live happily ever after by the end of the book.
Check.

Yes, it’s an old-fashioned story complete with villainous parents, an imperious and overbearing elder brother, a rather mousy and pathetic little sister, whimsy abounding, bootstraps, diabolical conspiracies, nefarious schemes, and other Dickensian words such as irascible and obsequious. (There’s a glossary in the back of the book if you want to surreptitiously look up the meanings of the words you don’t know.) Oh, there are also piranhas and alligators. And pitons and crampons for climbing the Swiss Alps. All that in one book! Imagine!

I thought Ms. Lowry’s exercise in absurdity and parody was delightful. I’m not sure if Karate Kid liked it or not. Maybe he wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to laugh or not at children who decide that in order to be like the old-fashioned children in books they must dispense with their parents. After all, most of the children in old books are orphans, worthy, deserving and winsome orphans. And the Willoughbys’ parents aren’t very nice anyway. So a ruthless plan to get rid of the parents is almost required.

Come to think of it, do I really want my eleven year old son to read about and laugh at children who hatch a plot to get rid of their despicable parents? What’s that whispering I hear in the next room? Nah, no worries, I’m a much better parent than the Willoughbys; I’d never wear crampons on my head —or anywhere else for that matter. And I’m not exactly a “vile cook” like Mrs. Willoughby.

Nefariously written and ignominiously illustrated by Lois Lowry, The Willoughbys is a hilarious story, and it has the added advantage of developing vocabulary painlessly. Well, it’s painless for the child reader; if you’re a parent of one of those readers, beware of amiable children bearing glossy brochures from The Reprehensible Travel Agency.

Children’s Fiction of 2008: The Tallest Tree by Sandra Belton

Little Catfish lives on a street without much beauty: only one old tree, a couple of struggling businesses, and The Regal, an old theater turned community center that’s struggling, too. But Little Catfish begins to listen to Mr. Odell tell stories of the glory days of the theater when luminaries such as Marian Anderson, Lena Horne, Duke Ellington, Josephine Baker, and especially Paul Robeson came to The Regal and performed there. The stories inspire Little Catfish, and even some of the older, tougher boys, and Mr. Odell and others begin to have a vision for the street and the community and a plan to revitalize it.

The Tallest Tree is a children’s biography, perhaps even hagiography, woven into a fictional account of inner city community reclamation. It’s a book about Paul Robeson and about the need that all children and indeed all people have for heroes. Unfortunately, Robeson is a flawed hero who, because of the racist treatment he received in his own country, was a defender of Stalin’s regime and a member of the Communist Party of the USA (although he denied such membership during his lifetime). In retaliation for Robeson’s political views and his outspoken activism in the civil rights movement, U.S. State Department denied him a passport. The book mentions this injustice, but fails to say anything about Robeson’s flawed judgement in supporting Stalinism.

I think it’s interesting the way we all tend to want to idealize our heroes, especially when we’re talking to children. When we as Christians talk about Biblical heroes —David or Joseph or Abraham—we tend to gloss over the imperfections of our heroes and magnify their greatness. And with secular heroes we do the same: George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Jr. Each of them could do no wrong, at least in the children’s version of the story. Do we really think that children are unable to deal with ambiguity and imperfection? Or is it better to start children out on the edited version and let them deal with their heroes’ weaknesses later on with more maturity and insight?

However that may be, this book could serve to spark an interest among children who are looking for their own heroes, an interest in researching the history of our nation and of the civil rights movement in particular. The book includes lots of information on Robeson’s life and a list of resources that will give more information about him and his times. It also tells a good story, and that’s worth a great deal. And Paul Robeson was a talented and influential man despite his blind spots.

Robeson was particularly known as a singer for his renditions of Negro spirituals. Here’s a sample, Paul Robeson singing “Go Down, Moses”:

Pre-Election Prayer, Post-Election Promises

Tonight we gathered at my church, and for two hours we prayed for our nation, sang the songs that remind us Who is in control, and spoke encouragement and admonition to one another. We prayed for George W. Bush and for Barack Obama and for John McCain. We confessed our individual sins to God, and we confessed the sins of our nation and asked for God’s mercy. We came boldly before the throne of our Sovereign and Messiah, and we asked him to preserve the lives of the unborn and the elderly and the disabled, no matter who is elected tomorrow. We asked Him who is able to heal marriages and families across our land. We asked Him to place the widows and the orphans into godly families. We asked Him to turn the hearts of the children to their fathers and the hearts of all to Jesus. We reminded ourselves that God still reigns, yesterday, today and tomorrow.

And tomorrow I will vote, and then I will leave this election and our nation in God’s hands. I hope that I will not sin by neglecting to pray for our country and for whomever God places in power. I plan to remember that whether we as a nation of voters elect Obama or McCain, and whether we elect a Republican Congress or a Democrat Congress, neither of those results will bring about the redemption and salvation of the people of the United States. We trust not in princes or presidents; we trust in the Lord. Tomorrow and for all the days after, we Christians will still be strangers in a land that is not our home. And I will serve Him in my place of service here in Houston, and on my blog, and in my home.

This is no time for fear
This is a time for faith and determination
Don’t lose the vision here
Carried away by emotion
Hold on to all that you hide in your heart
There is one thing that has always been true
It holds the world together

God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control
We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know
God is in control, oh God is in control

History marches on
There is a bottom line drawn across the ages
Culture can make its plan
Oh, but the line never changes
No matter how the deception may fly
There is one thing that has always been true
It will be true forever

He has never let you down
Why start to worry now?
He is still the Lord of all we see
And He is still the loving Father
Watching over you and me.

~God Is In Control by Twila Paris.

Amen to this prayer from The Book of Common Prayer via Wittingshire.

At The Point: A Prayer for our Nation from the Book of Daniel.

For more reasons and encouragement to vote, check out “Blog the Vote” at Chasing Ray, a round-up of thoughts on the importance of voting from across the blogosphere.

Children’s Fiction of 2008: For the Younger Set

Alice’s Birthday Pig by Tim Kennemore

Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Writing Thank-you Notes by Peggy Gifford.

Both of these books are short, fifty-four (regular kid) pages and one hundred fifty-six (profusely illustrated and low print ratio) pages, respectively. Both of these books are appropriate for second and third grade readers who are ready for chapter books, but not interested in intricate plot and heavy subject matter. Both of these books feature a girl protagonist as indicated in the titles. Both of these books have a family setting and a gentle surprise ending.

Alice’s Birthday Pig is old-fashioned sweet fiction for little girls. Alice does have a little sister, Rosie, who’s a three year old tornado. And she does have an older brother who’s annoyingly pretentious and bossy and a tease. The story is all about the lead-in to Alice’s eighth birthday and about the pet pig that Alice really, really wants but doesn’t think her parents will get for her. The book would make a perfect accompanying gift book for an eight year old girl who’s getting a pet for Christmas or birthday, even if that gift is not a pig.

The Moxy Maxwell book is somewhat bolder and sassier than Alice’s Birthday Pig, mostly because Moxy has more “moxie” than Alice. Moxy has a brother, too, Mark, her twin, and Mark is “the second-most-famous photographer on Palmetto Lane.” The book is illustrated with Mark’s candid photographs. Moxy also has a little sister, Pansy, who’s “practicing to be a turtle—which was what she wanted to be when she grew up.” Moxy’s immediate problem is a list of twelve people to whom she needs to write thank-you notes on this the day after Christmas, and until she writes the thank-you notes, her mom won’t allow her to get ready to go visit her father who’s “a Big Mover and Shaker out in Hollywood.” The story has an I-Love-Lucy feel to it as Moxy gets herself deeper and deeper into trouble while trying to avoid writing the thank-you notes.

Moxy Maxwell has made an appearance in children’s literature before in last year’s Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little (Semicolon review here). Alice, as far as I know, is a new girl on the block. Both of these books have “Christmas present” written all over them. Choose according to the little girl recipient’s personality and preferences. Alice is for the ladylike animal lover who might have to deal with a teasing brother or a pesky little sister; Moxy is for the more active and trouble-prone girl of a thousand ideas who has trouble staying on task.

More bloggers love Moxy Maxwell:

Eva’s Book Addiction: “How I love a book with plenty of white space, BIG chapter names but very short chapters, and at least a sprinkling of funny illustrations, and I think I’m not alone. Those who share my proclivities will embrace the new Moxy Maxwell book.”

Mary Lee at A Year of Reading: “Only Moxy can make not writing thank-you notes so entertaining.”

Children’s Fiction of 2008: Thank You, Lucky Stars by Beverly Donofrio

I’ve noticed for a long time that girls and boys, at least in upper elementary/middle school, do friendship differently. Like all generalizations, this one is subject to exceptions, but generally girls rank their friends. They have a best friend, maybe several lesser friends, and some acquaintances that are OK for a casual conversation. Boys may have a best buddy, but they’ll pal around with almost anyone. Karate Kid has at least a dozen “best friends” depending on who’s available to play at any given time. It’s an odd phenomenon, but one of the things that makes this book a girl’s book rather than a boy-friendly title.

In Thank You, Lucky Stars, Ally Theresa Miller is looking forward to the first day of fifth grade —until the first day also becomes the day she loses her best friend, Becky. Somehow over the summer, Becky has become friends with Mona, their erstwhile worst enemy. For a guy a brush-off from a best buddy would be a signal to go find another friend, but for Ally Becky’s betrayal of their friendship is the beginning of a very bad school year.

The rest of the story tells how Ally recovers, does find a new friend, deals with said new friend’s imperfections and assets, and basically grows up over the course of the school year. It’s a decent enough story, but one thing bothered me. It took me a third of the book to figure out what time period it’s set in. It starts out with all sorts of seventies references: Star Wars, the Beatles, Bridge Over Troubled Water, Jolly Ranchers, smoking allowed in high school, the TV show Mission Impossible. Then there are also twenty-first century references: the slang term “chill” (isn’t that recent?), kitchen islands, malls, and middle schools. Finally on page 68, I learned that the sixties and the seventies were Ally’s parents’ day and that she learned about rock and roll and disco from them. So the setting is now, but it’s still very retro: go-go dancing and disco alongside CD’s, rappers, and Natalie Portman in People magazine.

Other than that fairly minor complaint, I would recommend this book for upper elementary school girls (not boys because of the puberty-for-girls talk) who enjoy realistic fiction about friendship issues and growing up.

Della Donna interview with Beverly Donofrio.

Young Adult Fiction of 2008: The Boy Who Dared by Susan Campbell Bartoletti

Susan Campbell Bartoletti’s nonfiction study, Hitler Youth: Growing Up in Hitler’s Shadow, won a Newbery Honor medal in 2006 for its compilation of accounts of what it was like to grow up in Hitler’s youth organization, Hitler Youth. In The Boy Who Dared Bartoletti returns to the Third Reich to tell the story of a boy who joined the Hitler Youth, but secretly and courageously resisted the Nazi regime until he was caught by the police.

The subtitle to this book is “A Novel Based on the True Story of a Hitler Youth.” The book reads like a novel in some ways. We get to hear the thoughts and fears of and imprisoned seventeen year old, Helmuth, as he reminisces about his growing up years under the growing shadow of Nazism. However, it’s obvious that the novel is constrained by the facts of the case, so to speak. From the beginning of the story, when the omniscient narrator tells us from Helmuth’s prison cell that “the executioner works on Tuesdays,” we know that that there is no happy ending in store for Helmuth Hubener, the protagonist of the novel.

Then there are various facts that lend interest to the story but that probably wouldn’t have occurred to a novelist writing a story not based on true events. For instance, Helmuth’s family is Mormon. In the author notes at the end of the book, Ms. Bartoletti says that the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-Day Saints had about one thousand members living in Hamburg during the war. Another set of unlikely facts: Helmuth’s mother marries a Rottenfuhrer in Hitler’s SS, a dedicated Nazi who nevertheless adopts Helmuth and writes a letter in his support after his arrest for espionage.

I have a particular fascination with World War II stories, especially those that take place inside Nazi Germany or in Nazi-occupied territory. I think we’re all still, almost seventy years later, trying to figure out how the Holocaust and the other evils of Nazism could have happened in a “civilized” country. So I look for clues in stories of the times. The clues here are the ones you’ve heard before: the people were economically devastated. They believed Hitler would lead them to prosperity and to dignity for Germany after the ignominious defeat of World War I. When the Jews were persecuted, the bullies joined in the bullying and the good people looked away. When freedoms were taken away one by one, people said it was temporary, that these were emergency measures, that everything would be O.K. eventually.

The problem is that I look at Nazi Germany, and I see ideas and attitudes that are very much alive here and now. No, we in the United States in 2008 are not Nazis. History does not really repeat itself; it echoes. And the echoes I hear now are disturbing. People in a time of economic crisis are looking for a saviour. Innocents are killed daily by abortion, and good people look the other way. Candidates talk about taking away freedom of speech in the name of fairness, and we are oblivious.

I didn’t mean for this to turn into a politicized review, but oh, God, remove our blind spots and have mercy on us.

The Boy Who Dared is a good reminder of what we have to lose and what can happen in a country that loses its moral compass.

Monday’s List: Obama in His Own Words

The words in parentheses are my own editorial comments:

To Charlie Gibson: “Well, Charlie, what I’ve said is that I would look at raising the capital gains tax for purposes of fairness.”

To Joe the Plumber: “It’s not that I want to punish your success, I just want to make sure that everybody that is behind you, that they have a chance for success too. I think that when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”

“Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” (huh?)

Homosexual “marriage”: “I opposed the Defense of Marriage Act in 1996. It should be repealed and I will vote for its repeal on the Senate floor. I will also oppose any proposal to amend the U.S. Constitution to ban gays and lesbians from marrying.”

Grandchild as a punishment: “I’ve got two daughters. 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don’t want them punished with a baby.”

In response to Rick Warren’s question about when a baby gets human rights: “Well, I think that whether you’re looking at it from a theological perspective or a scientific perspective, answering that question with specificity, you know, is above my pay grade.”

“No one is pro-abortion.” (But an unwanted child is a punishment, and Obama doesn’t know when life begins or even when a citizen deserves the full protection of the law. See this post.)

You Bitter Frustrated People: “It’s not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”

“We need somebody who’s got the heart, the empathy, to recognize what it’s like to be a young teenage mom, the empathy to understand what it’s like to be poor or African-American or gay or disabled or old – and that’s the criterion by which I’ll be selecting my judges.” (Not adherence to the law?)

“I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though. …” (Dreams From My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance by Barak Obama)

On the episodes described in his book: “I was a confused kid and was making a bunch of negative choices based on stereotypes of what I thought a tough young man should be. Those choices were misguided, a serious mistake.”

“I can no more disown (Jeremiah Wright) than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother – a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.”

“The point I was making was not that Grandmother harbors any racial animosity. She doesn’t. But she is a typical white person…” (All white people are racist, even if they harbor no “racial animosity.”)

“To the extent that we’ve got a fiscal crisis right now, part of it is prompted by a bullheaded insistence on the part of the president, for example, that we should extend all of his tax cuts, make all of them permanent.” (Stupid tax cuts!)

“First, I’ll stop spending $9-billion a month in Iraq. I’m the only major candidate who opposed this war from the beginning, and as president, I will end it.” (Who cares what happens to the Iraqis or whether the terrorists are emboldened by our quick exit?)

“Second, I will cut tens of billions of dollars in wasteful spending. I will cut investments in unproven missile defense systems. I will not weaponize space. I will slow our development of future combat systems, and I will institute an independent defense priorities board to ensure that the quadrennial defense review is not used to justify unnecessary spending.” (No missile defense.)

“Third, I will set a goal of a world without nuclear weapons. To seek that goal, I will not develop new nuclear weapons. I will seek a global ban on the production of fissile material, and I will negotiate with Russia to take our ICBMs off hair-trigger alert and to achieve deep cuts in our nuclear arsenals.”
Politfact, St. Petersburg TImes

“my individual salvation is not going to come about without a collective salvation for the country. Unfotunately, I think that recognition requires that we make sacrifices and this country is not always willing to make the sacrifices to bring about a new day and a new age.” More on the meaning of this quotation at Spunky Homeschool.

“I would not have nominated Clarence Thomas. I don’t think that he was a strong enough jurist or legal thinker at the time for that elevation, setting aside the fact that I profoundly disagree with his interpretations of a lot of the Constitution. I would not nominate Justice Scalia, although I don’t think there’s any doubt about his intellectual brilliance, because he and I just disagree. You know, he taught at the University of Chicago, as did I, in the law school.”

From a 2001 radio interview: “But, the Supreme Court never ventured into the issues of redistribution of wealth, and of more basic issues such as political and economic justice in society. To that extent, as radical as I think people try to characterize the Warren Court, it wasn’t that radical. It didn’t break free from the essential constraints that were placed by the founding fathers in the Constitution, at least as its been interpreted and Warren Court interpreted in the same way, that generally the Constitution is a charter of negative liberties. Says what the states can’t do to you. Says what the Federal government can’t do to you, but doesn’t say what the Federal government or State government must do on your behalf, and that hasn’t shifted and one of the, I think, tragedies of the civil rights movement was, um, because the civil rights movement became so court focused I think there was a tendancy to lose track of the political and community organizing and activities on the ground that are able to put together the actual coalition of powers through which you bring about redistributive change.” (Redistributive change=economic justice=breaking free from the essential constraints that the founding fathers placed in the Constitution?)

If the man who said these things is the man you want for president of the United States, vote for Obama. If not, vote for someone else. It’s that simple.