Posts Tagged ‘books’

The Farts of Chairman Mao

Friday, May 9th, 2008

My farts are socialist farts. They have to be fragrant.

Mao Tse-Tung

The current generation is woefully unaware of who Mao Tse-Tung was. 70 million people died from starvation and warfare under his command, which makes Stalin’s Gulag Archipelago blanche in comparison. Even if that number refuses to stick in Americans’ heads, I at least pray that people learn that, well, Mao was kind of a dick, too. I recommend Mao: The Unknown Story (Chang & Halliday) for detail on the man’s background. It takes no time at all for the authors to show that he was 1/3 sociopath, 1/3 lazy, 1/3 blockhead. With a bonus 1% dedicated to scatalogical.

Point, Counterpoint

Thursday, March 20th, 2008

As a UT employee, I’m thrilled to be able to use its resources to continue my composition. Even as a Case Western student, continuing my studies was impossible because I was not in the music major brotherhood. Since taking composition classes was out of the question, learning was limited to me versus a couple aged books from a one-room music library.

A year later, the horizons have broadened. I’m no closer to taking music major classes, and that will probably never change. Instead, I have been given no less than a free pass to a warehouse of music. I park in front of Bass Concert Hall without fear of getting ticketed, wander aimlessly through n-thousand scores, and check out all the texts I want for four to six months. Not days or weeks…months! That’s a semester-long hold.

I had a trial run tonight. I flipped through a reproduction of a 200 year-old score and invested in several volumes about counterpoint: J.J. Fux’s (hold your snickering) The Study of Counterpoint (used by many of the old masters themselves), Walter Piston’s Counterpoint, and Kent Kennan’s Counterpoint. Maybe I’ll toss in a few words here about each volume as I peruse them.

Radium? Damn Near Killed 'Em

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

This is a first: I’ve given up trying to find a book. Ross Mullner’s Deadly Glow: The Radium Dial Worker Tragedy documents a bizarre and lugubrious tale of lax health standards in industry. 112 assembly line girls paid to coat clock faces with glow-in-the-dark paint containing radium died; countless more became consistently sick with malignancies and strange illnesses. The story is stranger than fiction, and this book is the only one that covers it in good detail. I could buy it, but at $32 and 190 pages of text, that’s $0.168 a page. I could fetch it from a library, but it doesn’t exist in any library within the city. What is this book’s biggest curse, its cost or its obscurity?

It would be dumb to make the university my scapegoat as I cry about being too cheap to buy a book myself. I don’t take for granted that a Top 10 Library exists in town: UT Austin holds 9.02 million volumes. Stunning, but drains on its budget has slowed its acquisition of books such that its spot on the list is declining. If you visit Perry-Castaneda library, the budget crunch is visible before you enter the building. Both front automatic doors are broken and administration has confessed that repairs cost more than the budget allows. On the inside, wall sockets for laptops are a luxury commodity. It’s unfair to pin blame of one missing book and Carter-administration furniture on sports, but I am willing to claim that a sustained library budget over the years nips a lot of problems, missing books included, in the bud.

Radium Dial Worker may yet exist within the state. If you have a UT ID, perhaps you could help: request the book for me.

Sic Semper Tyrannus

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

My current nonfiction book is Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer, which is a refreshingly original spin on American history. More interesting than the book itself is the accompanying cover.America of 1865 had no time to build up reputable schools of art study, and had no need to import Europeans for simple newspaper illustrations. The countless pictures preserved from that era were all drawn by Americans with a bit of natural talent and little else: perspectives are wrong, body positions are bizarre, and there’s that ‘not quite right’ feeling when studying them. The image used as the cover for Manhunt is such an illustration, and the inappropriate expression on poor Mr. Lincoln’s face is priceless. As a Deringer bullet entered his skull, the President likely didn’t wear an expression that read, ‘Sigh…I do not need this.’

The rest of his body is just as amusing, though the edition cited in the link obscures everything below the chest. A gun blast perpendicular to the head is powerful, but it’s not powerful enough to dislocate your arm and twist it 90°. Even if it were (Magic Bullet Theory, anyone?), it just makes Lincoln’s expression that much more incomprehensible.

‘Gosh, it’ll be off to the hospital for me, I guess. Oh, Booth, what will I do with you?’

spamguy Classix #1: 'How to Write English Papers Without Really Trying'

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

Creative minds are on strike this month with writers and Broadway hands hitting the picket lines. The world goes into rerun mode, so hey, let’s follow the fold! The old spamguy blog at Blog-City implodes in about a month, so I’ll fish out the best postings from the archives. Using WordPress’ ‘Import’ feature would be nice, but either Blog-City doesn’t know XML from a wart on its hand, or WordPress can’t parse it any better than a toddler.

This post, ‘How to Write English Papers Without Really Trying,’ was written March 20, 2004:

For all you high school juniors and seniors, AP English tests are coming up in a month or two! Even after entire English classes training you for one class, I never felt like I was writing satisfactorily. In Ms Adams’ junior English class, I never got an essay score above 90 (89 was my max). And thus the flaw of all English courses was exposed: if you can’t write, you can’t write. Improvement is a futile and fruitless process.

Bullshit, I said. After much ruminating following my 3 on AP Lit (thank god it doesn’t count for any course at CWRU anyway), I made a startling discovery: all analyses are the same. Thinking outside the box is a forbidden quality in the competitive world of brown-nosing postmodern (and even pre-postmodern) nonsense. To succeed, you must gain the acceptance of your peers. To gain acceptance, you must write like them. The central question now became not ‘How do I write?’, but ‘How do I rephrase what’s already been said?’ From there, seeing the patterns across the English major universe was easy. I shall dispense my observations. Including them in every essay you write will guarantee you a Rhodes Scholar award soon.

1. Everyone symbolises Jesus Christ. All characters have some characteristics that resemble The Messiah. Like the rest of English criticism, it is just a matter of picking out those characteristics and turning a blind eye to those that don’t agree with your assertion. Take, for example, this thesis on Crime and Punishment:


Through alliteration, symbolism, and dichotomies of love and hate, Rodion Raskolnikov’s murder parallels Jesus Christ in his constant introspection and musing over the meaning of existence.

An important question often comes up after hearing this: ‘If everyone represents Jesus,’ you ask, ‘won’t [my book] have nothing but Jesuses (Jesii?) in it?’ A catch indeed, but it can easily be circumvented. One possibility is simply to choose one Jesus per book. For the danger lovers, bring more into the mix. After discussing Jesus #1, move on to Jesus #2, #3, etc. To be an effective comparison, The leap must be between foil or protagonist/antagonist characters.
Some books are not so clear cut. Never stretch the truth, as graders are taught to recognise that. It is instead best to reinterpret what is given to you. Try associating common words to make this work. That is what I did in the above example. Raskolnikov murdered, and Jesus was murdered. From that, mortal sin is the common ground between the two. Ta-da! In most cases this will not be necessary; the similarity will be obvious. Oskar in The Tin Drum is seen climbing on a plaster statue of the Baby Christ and playing with his ding-a-ling (this works great with Rule #2 below!).

Although Raskolnikov appears as a Jesus figure in Crime and Punishment, his murder victim plus his arresting officer Petrovich have striking Christ qualities as well.

2. Everyone does what they do for homosexual reasons. Freudianism never goes out of fashion, and English teachers masturbate over papers that use this school of thought. Always emphasise, though, that characters don’t know they’re gay! What’s more, never use the word ‘homosexual’ outright. That’s the engine that drives your work, and you mustn’t break it, nor must you reveal your secret. A sample on Ulysses:

Leopold Bloom wanders not only through Dublin but also his own soul searching for meaning in his sexual desires; only with his encounter with Stephen Daedelus does he feel truly happy. Despite Bloom’s pleasure in whores, sex with his wife, dreams featuring droves of his past female conquerings, and lewd hallucinations, the placement of the Daedelus/Bloom encounter at the end of the book suggest a last minute change in Bloom’s sexual orientation.

Of course this is utter nonsense; most literary criticism is. There is no acceptable evidence to support batting for the wrong team in this novel; don’t let the grader know that! Again, select what proves your point–which might involve some, ahem, ‘reinterpretation’ of some book segments–and dispose of the rest. Above, I even included all the countering points before making my assertion. Once my assertion proves valid, the arguments for hetero sex become moot. Of course, these counterpoints must be placed in a spot where they will be forgotten once your evidence is presented. A more dangerous but more rewarding path is to take both sides as being true, and use irony as a conjunction:

Bloom admires his own limp penis in the bathtub prior to the funeral. Ironically, this penis seems more drawn to the women of his infidelity in his nightmare than it does to Daedelus or even Bloom himself. His feelings for both genders remain confused throughout the novel, adding to the whirl of consciousness for which Joyce aims.

3. Everything alludes to something else. Screw anachronisms. According to you, Shakespeare was stealing from Stoppard, Stoppard from Chaucer, Chaucer from The Necronomicon, and The Necronomicon from Shakespeare. Applying this rule is easy. If two authors use the same grammatical structure for a sentence or two, pounce on it! If your book came before Author B, call the parallel ‘a similarity.’ If your book came after Author B, call it ‘an allusion’ or, more rashly, ‘a copy.’ The latter is reserved for exact writing similarities, such as the use of noun-verb sentences.
Logic can also be employed to transverse across literary history. Since I’ve proven all characters are Jesus Christ and gay, it is logical to conclude that all characters equal all other characters. In math, this is transitivity: A = C, B = C, therefore A = B.Time to wrap up. All you need is the perfect thesis sentence to make it all work in one orgy of intellectual thought. Let’s go for a hard one like, say, A Tale of Two Cities:


Dickens equates Charles Darnay to his foil Sydney Carton through their portrayal as Christ-like saviours, run-on Joycean sentences, and a Freudian love bond between them.

Sir Charles Grandison

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

A neat thing about facebook’s Visual Bookshelf app is that you can see how many people in the body of 33,000 have read a given book. Since facebook combines the girlish fascination with social networking with the nerdy single libertarian male’s fascination with technology, guessing the top books registered is cake. The Fountainhead. Most Harry Potter books. 1984. Need I go on?

The greater challenge is reading a book that no one else has read. I’ve come ridiculously close, but never the coveted ’1 person.’ Certainly I can go to an academic institution and pick up, say, Micro- and Nano-Structured Multiphase Polymer Blend Systems: Phase Morphology and Interface with the assurance that I’ve beaten my peers to the punch. Without an interest in the book, though, it’s a shallow victory.

Tonight, though, I picked up a new book I can truly call mine: Sir Charles Grandison by Samuel Richardson. It’s 1600 pages of epistolary moralist sludge, but I want to read it because I’m a literary adventurer. A book is a mountain, and it must be my flag at its summit! Sir Charles Grandison promises that. The Wikipedia link above demonstrates no one gives a damn about this book. It’s already defeated the previous owner of this book, Case Western Reserve University’s English Department chair Dr. Siebenschuh. About halfway through the book the annotations he makes conspicuously disappear, as if he thought one night, ‘Screw it—analysing this makes literary criticism more futile than normal.’

See you at page 1600!