Swallow

This month our book club made a daunting effort in the realm of poetry.  Daunting because most of us are not regularly poetry readers.  In fact I have rarely read poetry at all since finishing Year 12 English Literature.  Shame on me!

Swallow is a book of modern poetry with lots of 'in-crowd" references and barely a rhyme in sight.  So I guess it is not surprising that most of us did not "like" the book too much.  There was plenty of criticism tossed around along the lines of "should our taxes really be paying for this?" and "it seems like she is just being too obscure by trying to be so clever".  My contribution to the discussion was mostly not in praise of Ms Potter.

However, over the days that followed book club I flicked through Swallow again and, I have to say, I liked the collection a lot more when dipping into it more casually.  (Rather than frantically trying to make some sense of it so I wouldn't look like the only twit at bookclub - only to find that the rest of the club hadn't be able to get much out of it either).

 There are actually a good handful of poems that have grown on me and I feel that I was a
bit harsh in some of my comments at book club. So sorry Ms Potter, not that you will ever know of course, that I judged you too quickly and too harshly.

My favourite of the collection is "In the Shadow of My Mother".  Googling Tsvetaeva, who is mentioned in the poem, resulted in an hour or so of becoming acquainted with Marina Tsvetaeva, tragic Russian poet of the early 1900s.  And while I still feel that there is some spark of passionate humanity lacking in Potters poems, and yet so evident in Tsvetaeva's poetry, I still think it is worth re-producing the poem here.

In the Shadow of My Mother

I'll set you, lady poem

in a smock of silk under moonlight

      wait for tieds, magic and days

      to grind, mill, turn

      and water you

      wait for sentiment

      to be smoothed

      into a milk-white shell

      an alluvial sign I can ossify

      from crested wavers within

Then I'll hitch my lady poem

to a star that tames gypsy passions

passions Tsvetaeva wrapped 

around herself

like an underwater cloak

      before her unsteady boat

      any my unbuttoned throat

both slid like petrified arms

into the dark green sleeves

of broken

gothic waters

(I hope it is okay to reproduce this here.  It seems in keeping with the copyright clause in the front of the book.)

To read "Poem of the End" by Marina Tsvetaeva you can follow this link:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/jun/02/poemoftheweek41
or this one, which has links to translations of a number of her poesms:
http://faynights.users.btopenworld.com/Laura/Marina/poems.html

The Dispossessed

Ursula le Guin is one of my favourite authors.  I only discovered her a few years ago when she was referenced in the movie version of "The Jane Austen Book Club".  Since then I have been metering out her books so that I don't run out too soon.  I have been saving this book for a while and I am happy to say that it did not disappoint. 

The Dispossessed is a fantastically complex novel and yet it is a very engrossing read.  Le Guin has an amazing talent for exploring weighty themes in her novels without the character or plot becoming staid or "preachy".
 
The dilemmas and conflicts face by the main character, Shevek, take us through a wide range of issues and ultimately address our ideas of utopia and meaning.  And, being good science fiction, there is also a good dose of ethics, gender issues, psychology (with a not-so-subtle reference to the Stanford Prison Experiment), speculative physics and of course, relationship concerns. 

Capitalism, Socialism and Anarchism are all treated with an even hand.  History has already shown us some of the possible pitfalls in capitalism and socialism.  In some ways The Dispossessed  is a thought experiment in Anarchism, and, given that le Guin has no historical examples of how a large Anarchist society might work, I think she gives a convincing account.  The ideals of anarchism are respected even while showing the difficulties in practical application that may occur and indeed compound over time.

It was particularly good timing for me to read this as I am currently study a 1st Political Science unit:  The Liberal Democratic State.   It has been fascinating and informative to study the early ideology of Liberalism and see how this has, in practice, delivered many unintended consequences in our contemporary capitalist and individualistic society.  As we scratch our heads and wonder what are our alternatives I think that le Guin's offering can perhaps help us to think a little more broadly and creatively.

Living Organized

On average I have read a home organisation book about every 2 years of my married life - making this number 5 (I think).  This little book was a quick read and provided me with a few helpful hints and a big shot of motivation for keeping my home a bit more organized.

It also encouraged me to think about my own "style" and to get an image of what I would ideally like my home to look like so that I have something to work towards.

She starts the book with a quiz entitled "Do you need this book?
I had to laugh at question 2:
"The thing that most frightens my children is
a. the thought of being killed in a car accident.
b. the threat of international chaos.
c. the possibility that one of their friends might come to our house without giving a two week warning.

Well, I don't have kids, but I could certainly identify with this fear.  When I know that people will be visiting my home I like to have it looking clean and presentable.  If you come to my house at a prearranged time you will enter a place of orderliness and serenity and will probably be greated by the smell of freshly baked biscuits or muffins.  But, pity the fool that drops in unannounced!  They will be greeted by a very embarrassed hostess who quickly tries clear a place for them to sit down, and they will likely leave with cat fur clinging to their clothes.

Needless to say - this is not how I want to live! 

So, time to get organised.  But I have done that many times before.  So really what is needed is a plan that not only helps me to get organised but also helps me stay that way.   Felton's book has encouraged me to get a strong visual image of the beautiful home I want to achieve.  Now to see if I can continue to work toward that goal!

Saturday

“This commonplace cycle of falling asleep and waking, in darkness, under private cover, with another creature, a pale soft tender mammal, putting faces together in a ritual of affection, briefly settled in the eternal necessities of warmth, comfort, safety, crossing limbs to draw nearer - a simple daily consolation, almost too obvious, easy to forget by daylight.” 

“He's feeling a pull, like gravity, of the approaching TV news. It's a condition of the times, this compulsion to hear how it stands with the world, and be joined to the generality, to a community of anxiety. The habit's grown stronger these past two years; a different scale of news value has been set by monstrous and spectacular scenes. [...] Everyone fears it, but there's also a darker longing in the collective mind, a sickening for self-punishment and a blasphemous curiosity. Just as the hospitals have their crisis plans, so the television networks stand ready to deliver, and their audiences wait. Bigger, grosser next time. Please don't let it happen. But let me see it all the same, as it's happening and from every angle, and let me be among the first to know.” 

This the second novel I have read by Ian McEwan.  I have absolutely loved both!

The first was "On Chesil Beach".   A few pages into Saturday I was wondering why I had waited so long to read another of his books.  Both of these books cover one day in the life of the characters (actually even less in OCB), with forays into their past via their personal musings and memories.  The one day format seems to encourage the feeling that you want to devour the book and I would have been blissfully happy to read both in one long sitting if life had permitted.  Next time I read one of his books, which won't be too far away I am sure, I will make sure I start it on a lazy day when I have hours ahead to enjoy it.

McEwan is an amazing story teller and quickly sucks you into the world of the characters.  Simply getting dressed to play squash or cooking fish stew becomes a fascinating episode that draws you further into the characters mind.

The book was thoroughly researched, and, particularly as a doctor, I was very impressed by the depth and accuracy of the medical and neurosurgical detail.

McEwan touches on so many important and complex matters, but the issues are weaved so expertly into the narrative that it feels completely natural and unobtrusive and therefore all the more thought provoking.

I know I am raving but I just have to say "Bravo McEwan!  I can't wait to read more of your work."

The Brain That Changes Itself

I have really enjoyed this book.  Informative, inspiring and very easy to read.   The book is well researched and thoroughly footnoted. 

The quote on the cover is from Oliver Sacks, and the book has similarities to Sack's writing.  Anyone who enjoyed "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat" will enjoy this. The subjects include brain development, learning disorders, sensory loss, anxiety and obsessional disorders, the benefits of psychoanalysis and of course stroke and other brain injuries.  The stories of personal triumph over disability are very moving, and the advances in the relatively new science of neuroplasticity are amazing.

But Doige goes beyond just reporting on interesting stories of disordered neurology. He has an agenda and seems genuinely concerned about the health of our brains in our current society.

The appendices are worth reading.  Appendix 1 "The Culturally Modified Brain" will fascinate and horrify.  The statistics about children and television watching are frightening.  The information about babies and brain plasticity, in this appendix and through out the book, are worth reading by any new or prospective parent.
  
Chapter 4, "Acquiring Tastes and Loves" was a little discomforting to read, and was perhaps a little more explicit than strictly necessary at times.  However central issue, how internet pornography is affecting people, is significant enough to warrant reading the chapter.

I came away challenged and motivated to do things, and keep doing them, that will help my brain stay fit and stave off Alzheimer's disease and general age-related decline.  

If you want a few hints on preventing the onset of your own dotage, here is a little snippet:

The more education we have, the more socially and physically active we are, and the more we participate in mentally stimulating activities, the less likely we are to get Alzheimer's disease or dementia. 

Not all activities are equal in this regard. Those that involve genuine concentration—studying a musical instrument, playing board games, reading, and dancing—are associated with a lower risk for dementia. Dancing, which requires learning new moves, is both physically and mentally challenging and requires much concentration. Less intense activities, such as bowling, babysitting, and golfing, are not associated with a reduced incidence of Alzheimer’s.

More than Matter: What Humans Really Are

The question of what it is to be a human person is the biggest intellectual question of our day.

I have enjoyed reading this book. I often paused, put the book down and thought. (Which seems like exactly what a good book should lead you to do.) Thought about things like the nature of reality, meaning in the universe and the value of human life. All with lots of question marks.

My one word response to the book is: unconvincing.
And yet I did enjoy it and I very glad I read it.

Ward presents an argument against a materialist view of humans (that we are purely matter) and advocates for a metaphysical view part-way between Idealism and Dualism, so called Dual-aspect Idealism. It is not easy going and would be pretty tough without a basic knowledge akin to "Philosophy 101". But it is still a very enjoyable read as Ward writes with a level of humour that had me chuckling out loud at times.

For me, the crunch of the book came in Chp 9: "In Defense of dualism". The book seemed to be building up to this point and, after reading his arguments against materialism/physicalism, and his "doesn't this sound nice" enthusiasm for idealism, I was looking forward to finally reading his arguments for dualism. However the chapter seems to be a tenuous pulling together of insubstantial strings of various pro-dualism ideas, none of which are convincing on their own, and together are no more convincing. So much for that!

In the final chapter "Can we still speak of the soul?" he alludes to his Christian views, though a lot of Christians would have trouble reconciling Ward's well thought out religious ideology with their own narrow view of the bible. He paints a beautiful picture of dual-aspect idealism which culminates, in distant space-time, in a kind of utopian future of super minds which "transfigure all the conflicts and suffering of our previous lives." (It sounds wonderful and reminds me very much of a Stephen Baxter Sci-fi trilogy that I thoroughly enjoyed!). Ward then goes on to say:

That is the dream of idealism. But is it true? It must be plainly said that there is no proof. Yet it is more than an ideal wish. It is rooted in the firm belief that mind is the ultimate nature of being, and that intelligent mind aims, as far as it can, at goodness, at what is worthwhile for its own sake. This dream is what mind would realize if it could, if it were at all possible. It does seem possible, since it contains no contradiction. Dare we then hope for it?

My response to this: Hmmmm, I think it probably is no more than an ideal wish, but yes, I do still feel that it is worth hoping for, especially if this leads people to living a more full and ethical life. I wholeheartedly agree with his beliefs in practice: that we should act as though mind matters, humans have special value and strive for goodness for goodness sake, (not just to avoid punishment or gain reward - as the lowest form of most religions boils down to).

After living most of my life believing that I had a "soul" that would continue to exist independently of my body after death, I now find it hard to see how any form of my personal consciousness can exist when my neurons stop firing. I still hope it is so, but I really see it as no more than wishful thinking. It seems to be contradicted by the increasing evidence from neurobiological sciences that our "thoughts" are accounted for by the function of our neurons. When neurons are interfered with, via trauma, drugs or direct electrical stimulation, it leads to completely different "thoughts", and thus personalities, beliefs, etc. The demise of my faith started long ago, Phineas Gage you did not help it. The questioning started something like: "But if someone believed in Jesus before an head injury and afterwards denied him, when they died did they go to heaven or not?". Thinking this through over the subsequent years (18 to be precise, now that makes me feel old), it now seems to me when neurons stop working we will stop "thinking", and therefore stop "being".

Descartes: I think therefore I am.
Me: When my neurons stop firing, I stop thinking, therefore I am not.???.
(Though Descartes would definitely not agree with me)

I do not warm to this conclusion, I don't want it to be true, but I can't seem to shake it. Professor Ward, I had hopes that you might be able to at least give it a little shake, but alas, you have not!

For more info on Keith Ward:
http://www.keithward.org.uk/about/

The White Castle

I belong to a lovely little book club. I joined mid 2010 and have been loving it. I have read quite a few books that I would otherwise probably never have considered, and possibly never even come across.

The first book for the year was White Castle. I can't say I was very impressed! Especially considering that Pamuk won the 2006 Nobel prize in literature.

At first I was really enjoying it and from the first 1/3 I thought it was going
to be quite an interesting book. There was an interesting resonance between thenarrator and Joseph (as in colourful coat) but then the narrator seemed to lose his appeal and become very annoying, petty and pathetic (is that just a realistic portrayal of someone stuck in slavery or could we have expected more from the character who seemed so much more interesting and determined at first).

The book seemed to get really bogged down, repetitive and tedious in the middle. And I found the ending frustrating. At the end I was left wondering if I had missed the point and failed to unravel the mystery?. Or is it actually just that the the book is a bit trite?

Overall I am glad I read it but won't be in a rush to read any more Pamuk books!