December 29, 2004
Recent readings ...
I've been off work for the past few weeks, which has given me plenty of time to sit in front of the fire and read. A few of the highlights:
• "Minor Characters," by Joyce Johnson. I've read Kerouac's "On the Road" twice. When I was 18, it was a mind-blowing experience, exposing unlimited vistas and infinite possibilities. But when I re-read it at 40, it was very different. His writing wavered between beautiful bop stream of consciousness and flacid sentences that sprawled limply across the page, often going nowhere. Maybe rewriting isn't such a bad thing? But mostly, I was appalled by how women were portrayed in the book. They were disposable decorations and temporary diversions. When I heard about Johnson's book, I ordered it immediately. She was Kerouac's lover for several years and brings a specifically feminine view of the Beat movement. She's not bitter. And she's a very good writer. But she also does a good job of putting women's role in perspective. A really telling passage is when she's discussing John Clellon Holmes' seminal beat novel "Go." In a preface to a later edition, he explains that each of the male characters in the novel correspond to specific, real people. But the women are "amalgams of several people." Then Johnson notes: "He can't quite remember them -- they were mere anonymous passengers on the big Greyhound bus of experience. Lacking centers, how could the burn with the fever that infected his young men? What they did, I guess, was fill up seats." If you're at all interested in the Beats, Johnson's book is a must-read.
• "The Plot Against America," Philip Roth. This one was really creepy. It's an alternative history, ostensibly, but it's really chasing something much deeper. It's an examination of how easily the majority can drift toward tyranny, and what it's like to be the "other" in society. Roth wonders what would have happened if FDR hadn't won re-election a third time. Instead, Charles Lindbergh, somewhat anti-Semitic and isolationist, wins and manages to keep the U.S. out of the Second World War. My one disappointment was toward the end, when Roth chooses to drop in a chapter that quickly details all the historical events that transpire before finishing the main thread of the story. I think he might have been trying to undercut the impact of the alternative history and emphasize the human toll of being the "other" in a repressive society, but it felt too expository and interrupted the flow. Still a book that's worth reading, and some of the contemporary parallels are downright disturbing.
• "Brother Man," Roger Mais. This is set in Jamaica in the '50s. Haven't finished it yet, but it's an interesting look at the Ras Tafari movement, stripping away the dope smoking caricature that Rastafarianism has become and looking at the roots of the movement through the eyes of Brother Man. Haven't finished it yet, but so far it's a great look at Jamaica in the '50s.
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December 24, 2004
All little Davey wants for Christmas ...
Is LBJ's safe return. The president is on the lam, and Dave is pleading for his return. recently, I received the following note, along with a small figurine of President Lincoln:
"A Tearful Plea
Here,
Have the last good Republican.
Just send me my boy back.
Please."
This is the saddest thing I've ever read. Still no reports, however, on LBJ's whereabouts. Let's hope he's not out cavorting with old Honest Abe ....
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December 14, 2004
Got LBJ?
LBJ is MIA.
After running amok at our Christmas bash, LBJ left with several unsavory characters to terrorize the fine citizens of Tennessee, who have little use for liberal Democrats and the Great Society.
He hasn't been heard from since, though we do of several people in North Knoxville being blinded when LBJ showed them his scar.
If you have seen LBJ or might know his whereabouts, please let us know ASAP. There's a young man in Virginia who is completely despondent over the disappearance of our 36th president. Apparently, wee Davey just keeps muttering something about a Christmas with out LBJ not being Christmas at all.
So if you see our little red LBJ, won't you please, please send him home?
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December 13, 2004
Shakin' the tree ...
I know I say this every year, but this year's tree party was the best ever. We had attendees from San Antonio, Dallas, Pittsburgh, Harrisburg (that's in Pennsyltucky, you know), Virginia and KnoxVegas descend on our evergreen. The hit of the party, though, was Knoxville's own Sara Schwabe and her Yankee Jass Band.
Words really can't describe the mayhem that resulted.
We had trolls.
We had LBJ.
And we had a hell of a good time. Pictures don't lie.
If you want a little taste of what was going on, check out this video clip. (Quicktime, 2.7MB)
We also had some insanely cool ornaments, ranging from Red Bull in all its frenetic beauty to flu shots to a cheese sandwich with an image of Jesus on it. We also had the ghost of Christmas past, compliments of my favorite ghost hunter.
I can't wait for next year ...
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December 8, 2004
Goodbye to a loyal cocker spaniel
Crystal has been sliding downhill for the past year or so, doggedly clinging to her old food-seeking routines and spending her afternoons snoozing in the slivers of sunlight that spill into the house as the days tick by. But during the past few weeks, it became clear that she'd had enough. She's been suffering from cancer and an assortment of heart maladies, and I knew it was time to let her go. But it wasn't easy, and I wanted to do it as comfortably as possible. So we called our vet and arranged for them to come here to the house to put her down. She went quietly, at home, with me and Lara and Xena and Ozzy and Mully shedding tears nearby.
My mind has been drifting back, tracing the wonderful times we've shared during the past 15 years, to that moment a few days before Thanksgiving when I helped her mother, Brandi, give birth to a litter of yapping, yelping cockers ...
To Crystal's first walk, in an unlikely Birmingham snow, when she was so small I had to pick her up to get her over the curbs ...
To that crazy trip across country, through Mississippi, Lousiania, Texas and finally to our new home in Albuquerque, that poor 1986 Ford Escort bristling with assorted possessions, a hyper cocker puppy and a demented lovebird named Gonzo ...
To watching her and her best friend, PigPen, six months her junior, curled up in the New Mexico winter sunshine on our back porch ...
To hot high-desert hikes when she and PigPen would run from one shady spot to the next, panting and ecstatic among the cactus and pinon ...
To romps through Denver's Washington Park, leaving contrails of dog prints in freshly fallen midnight snow ...
To frenetically chasing sqeaky toys through our odd duplex-turned-single apartment in Austin, Texas, while barking PigPen egged her on, encouraging her to make another orbit of the room ...
To the calmer days of old age in Tennessee when she lay her head on dying PigPen's emaciated body, saying goodbye to her friend and partner in crime ...
To all the joy she brought me for 15 years. Rest in peace, Little Chris. Rest in peace.
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