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What a piece of shit! This novel is so cock-centered. Someone's cock is constantly pressing against his pants and there is always some uninteresting female character anxious to have it. Certainly only a book that a man would write.
I imagine that Franzen fancies himself a cross between the genius of Walter and the sexiness of Richard, but if his writing is reflective of his personality, he's a dull dork. His arrogance shines through in his male characters and his imperviousness to his own droning while his female characters are the most boring I have ever read (apart from that one crack pot that was practically stalking Patty when she was in college). The political interests of Walter are somewhat interesting, but never fully developed and population control is better addressed in Lionel Shriver's Game Control. By the end I didn't care if they all dropped dead.
Friday, November 11, 2011
The Problem with Charter Schools
I've worked with these people and truth is that most of them are doing a piss poor job. Despite the fact that they are getting monies that would go to traditional public schools and are supposed to allow all students to attend, they do not. This is where the inequities start. Many of them do everything they can to discourage students with special needs from enrolling which already skews their population versus the local public school's population. Then while traditional public schools have to provide placements for all students within their district boundaries, charter schools can pawn off students with special needs and students who may be difficult back to their school districts.
Then, there are the public schools that create non-traditional settings that serve to benefit them financially. Option for Youth and Options for Learning are two programs that provide one on one for student for just one hour a week and pay their teachers about $45,000 a year (significantly less that local districts). By paying their teacher a pittance and providing little to no benefits they are able to give themselves--the founders who happen to be a brother and sister-- large salaries that far exceed that of any traditional principal.
I could go on.
Then, there are the public schools that create non-traditional settings that serve to benefit them financially. Option for Youth and Options for Learning are two programs that provide one on one for student for just one hour a week and pay their teachers about $45,000 a year (significantly less that local districts). By paying their teacher a pittance and providing little to no benefits they are able to give themselves--the founders who happen to be a brother and sister-- large salaries that far exceed that of any traditional principal.
I could go on.
Donoghue's Room
So many missed opportunities in this novel! While based very, very loosely on the true story of that nutty Austrian who locked his daughter up in some basement-type thing under his house and fathered several kids by her, this novel is not believable. First of all, the woman held captive is a stranger and was in her late teens or early twenties (I don't recall) when abducted. But, the real problem comes with the ridiculous escape scene. I'd need a full Home Depot's worth of rope and wire to suspend my disbelief for that one.
Then, my huge peeve because it nagged over and over throughout the book: despite the fact that this kid has been born in captivity in American and never had any contact with anyone but his American born mother, the American man that holds them captive and their only media is American TV, the kid uses British English(or should I say Irish English) at least as often as American English. What five year old American kid says "bum" for butt?
Some of the gory details are what made parts believable, but the characters were not developed. There was so much that could have been more interesting. Little tidbits were tossed out like the fact that the mother/abductee was adopted, her habit of breast feeding her son at age five and the son was also the son of the man who abducted and raped her. Did she not resent the son on any level? Did he not remind her in anyway of this man? So many unexplored opportunities.
Then, my huge peeve because it nagged over and over throughout the book: despite the fact that this kid has been born in captivity in American and never had any contact with anyone but his American born mother, the American man that holds them captive and their only media is American TV, the kid uses British English(or should I say Irish English) at least as often as American English. What five year old American kid says "bum" for butt?
Some of the gory details are what made parts believable, but the characters were not developed. There was so much that could have been more interesting. Little tidbits were tossed out like the fact that the mother/abductee was adopted, her habit of breast feeding her son at age five and the son was also the son of the man who abducted and raped her. Did she not resent the son on any level? Did he not remind her in anyway of this man? So many unexplored opportunities.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Egan's Goon Squad
The Pulitzer Prize winning A Visit From the Goon Squad was a total disappointment. Sure there are some great insights and turns of phrase, but overall the writing feels too contrived; it kept pulling me out of the story. And don't even get me started about the last two chapters!
The novel weaves together the stories of several characters over time. The plot is loose and often unbelievable (one character works as a publicist for a foreign despot). I suppose there is something to be said about some of the characters--interesting, compelling. Still, it feels lacking and sometimes forced. The last two chapters are pure science fiction--very gimmicky. One chapter is a power point supposedly created by a middle school student. Having worked as a middle school teacher, I can tell you there isn't a middle school student on the planet who could construct such a thing. I never really appreciate anything that is supposed to be from a child's point of view anyway. Hated Room! Egan takes it to a whole 'nother level, though. I'm sure there are those who think that the presentation of time and characters is some magical concoction, but I think that it is pure nonsense presented very cleverly.
This is probably one of the only negative reviews, if not the only one, on this novel. Next I'll review Room--yet another disappointment. If you want to read something good, read Lionel Shriver's We Need to Talk About Kevin.
The novel weaves together the stories of several characters over time. The plot is loose and often unbelievable (one character works as a publicist for a foreign despot). I suppose there is something to be said about some of the characters--interesting, compelling. Still, it feels lacking and sometimes forced. The last two chapters are pure science fiction--very gimmicky. One chapter is a power point supposedly created by a middle school student. Having worked as a middle school teacher, I can tell you there isn't a middle school student on the planet who could construct such a thing. I never really appreciate anything that is supposed to be from a child's point of view anyway. Hated Room! Egan takes it to a whole 'nother level, though. I'm sure there are those who think that the presentation of time and characters is some magical concoction, but I think that it is pure nonsense presented very cleverly.
This is probably one of the only negative reviews, if not the only one, on this novel. Next I'll review Room--yet another disappointment. If you want to read something good, read Lionel Shriver's We Need to Talk About Kevin.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Victor
My cat is dying. Maybe not on the brink of death this very moment, but it's hanging in the air and with it is that dread that nips at my heels several times a day. At 16, he is no longer young and strong. Almost daily, I notice some new deficiency like losing his balance more easily, sleeping a little longer than before or not having the strength to jump effortlessly from the ground to the top of any piece of furniture he sets his sights on. (We are down to the bed only at this point with even the dining room table a no-go).
I found Victor in the street when he was just a year old. I had watched him for months from my balcony--he lived mostly on the street. Never able to catch him until he was weak and limping on the sidewalk, it was nearly midnight when I saw him and raced downstairs to scoop him up. When we got to the emergency room, they told me that he was extremely dehydrated and might not make it, but he did. I was happy to see him slowly recover as I cleaned his abscess and gave him antibiotics.
Over the years, I have become obsessed with this cat. His amazing personalty--demanding and affectionate. His ability to feel my moods and push his head against my forehead when I am in tears. He screams with displeasure when I pick him up and he is not feeling like being picked up. He purrs with his whole body when I snuggle against him.
Witnessing his decline singes my thoughts with terror--images of his death intruding on my plans for the day or my grocery list. I'm not sure that everyone feels the kind of nagging dread that I am plagued with. An anxiety that pushes on my chest. Ten years ago a vet told me that he had about seven years left due to his kidney disease. I felt my cheeks burning as I processed the words, but within days had pushed the prognosis out of my head as he grew stronger following that first urinary tract blockage. Now I'm back to those words, but they are sitting leaden in my stomach with new images of his declining physical strength.
I found Victor in the street when he was just a year old. I had watched him for months from my balcony--he lived mostly on the street. Never able to catch him until he was weak and limping on the sidewalk, it was nearly midnight when I saw him and raced downstairs to scoop him up. When we got to the emergency room, they told me that he was extremely dehydrated and might not make it, but he did. I was happy to see him slowly recover as I cleaned his abscess and gave him antibiotics.
Over the years, I have become obsessed with this cat. His amazing personalty--demanding and affectionate. His ability to feel my moods and push his head against my forehead when I am in tears. He screams with displeasure when I pick him up and he is not feeling like being picked up. He purrs with his whole body when I snuggle against him.
Witnessing his decline singes my thoughts with terror--images of his death intruding on my plans for the day or my grocery list. I'm not sure that everyone feels the kind of nagging dread that I am plagued with. An anxiety that pushes on my chest. Ten years ago a vet told me that he had about seven years left due to his kidney disease. I felt my cheeks burning as I processed the words, but within days had pushed the prognosis out of my head as he grew stronger following that first urinary tract blockage. Now I'm back to those words, but they are sitting leaden in my stomach with new images of his declining physical strength.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Other Mothers
This isn't the first time I've wondered if I'm related to my mother. Did I actually come from a woman who spends her days baking cookies and travels in a trailer. A woman who seems to base so much of her self-worth on men's opinions of her, her face glowing most when given a compliment about her slender figure. And it is sometimes when I catch glimpses in myself of the things I hate in her, that I most wish we were not related. Then, at least, I could wonder where such flaws come from.
Growing up I never knew my father. I knew of him, but he was not a part of my life. This left open a world of possibilities. As a child I thought that my father could be Elvis--Why else would my mom listen to his records repeatedly? But when it came to my mother, the doors were all closed and the flawed woman I was left with, was undoubtedly my mother, my real mother.
But my dreams of other mothers don't exist only due to my distaste for my own mother's characteristics and behaviors. Sometimes, it is the strength, beauty, intelligence or intrigue of an older woman with whom I come in contact that makes me wish that she, not the baker who reads Patricia Cornwell novels, were actually my mother. I imagine how much better I would have turned out had I been born to one of these well-educated and sophisticated women instead of the farmer's daughter I was stuck with.
I could add the perfunctory claims that none of this means that I love my own mother any less--which is exactly what this statement is sounding like. But really, I think that I would love my own mother more if I felt that we had more in common or if I didn't find the very traits that we do have in common to be the ones I most dislike about myself.
Growing up I never knew my father. I knew of him, but he was not a part of my life. This left open a world of possibilities. As a child I thought that my father could be Elvis--Why else would my mom listen to his records repeatedly? But when it came to my mother, the doors were all closed and the flawed woman I was left with, was undoubtedly my mother, my real mother.
But my dreams of other mothers don't exist only due to my distaste for my own mother's characteristics and behaviors. Sometimes, it is the strength, beauty, intelligence or intrigue of an older woman with whom I come in contact that makes me wish that she, not the baker who reads Patricia Cornwell novels, were actually my mother. I imagine how much better I would have turned out had I been born to one of these well-educated and sophisticated women instead of the farmer's daughter I was stuck with.
I could add the perfunctory claims that none of this means that I love my own mother any less--which is exactly what this statement is sounding like. But really, I think that I would love my own mother more if I felt that we had more in common or if I didn't find the very traits that we do have in common to be the ones I most dislike about myself.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Am I Crazy?
I totally believe in the death penalty for those who are undoubtedly guilty of murder that is not in self defense. Still, I find myself deeply disturbed by the horrific deaths and images of dead bodies bandied about on the internet and TV these days. I am largely ignorant about the extent of Gaddafi and bin Laden's crimes against humanity and am more than willing to hear what those more knowledgeable have to say, but I struggle to find the deaths of two men who I do not know to be murderers personally justified. Americans so value their "freedom of speech", so how do you celebrate the death of men who seemed to have simply used their speech to convince others to do their dirty work
I am also hesitant to group the two together. As far as I know bin Laden did not oversee executions as Gaddafi did. He was a zealot with charisma, but I don't believe that he forced anyone to do anything he or she did not want or choose to do. Guilty of conspiracy sure, but deserving of being killed while in his home with his family, I'm not so sure. Not to mention the "collateral damage" incurred during the murder/assassination. Gaddafi did supposedly oversee executions and certainly abused his power. Does that justify his horrible torture and murder? Maybe only those subjected to his tyranny can answer that and I suppose they already have.
Still, I find myself singularly disturbed by these events in the last year. Even the most liberal of American media figures seem to find justice, and even amusement in the deaths of these men. My socialist friends who staunchly oppose the death penalty in the US, hardly blinked at the gruesome deaths of these two Muslims. And I can't help but wonder if that is not at the heart of this--I mean the Muslim part. The US has been going into foreign countries and killing terrorists like bin Laden and Awlaki among others. Of course, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter, as they say. I, personally, can say that I did understand to some extent the anger of the Irish back in the 80s and 90s; not that I believe what the IRA did was right. Were these Muslims so different? So undeserving of any kind of due process under the law? We keep proven serial killers on death row for years while their sentences are appealed, but swoop in and brutally murder "terrorists" on foreign soil.
I know that many will be offended and I would appreciate any educated insights into this topic. Maybe I am missing something. Or maybe there are others at least uncomfortable with these murders and I just haven't heard from them.
I am also hesitant to group the two together. As far as I know bin Laden did not oversee executions as Gaddafi did. He was a zealot with charisma, but I don't believe that he forced anyone to do anything he or she did not want or choose to do. Guilty of conspiracy sure, but deserving of being killed while in his home with his family, I'm not so sure. Not to mention the "collateral damage" incurred during the murder/assassination. Gaddafi did supposedly oversee executions and certainly abused his power. Does that justify his horrible torture and murder? Maybe only those subjected to his tyranny can answer that and I suppose they already have.
Still, I find myself singularly disturbed by these events in the last year. Even the most liberal of American media figures seem to find justice, and even amusement in the deaths of these men. My socialist friends who staunchly oppose the death penalty in the US, hardly blinked at the gruesome deaths of these two Muslims. And I can't help but wonder if that is not at the heart of this--I mean the Muslim part. The US has been going into foreign countries and killing terrorists like bin Laden and Awlaki among others. Of course, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter, as they say. I, personally, can say that I did understand to some extent the anger of the Irish back in the 80s and 90s; not that I believe what the IRA did was right. Were these Muslims so different? So undeserving of any kind of due process under the law? We keep proven serial killers on death row for years while their sentences are appealed, but swoop in and brutally murder "terrorists" on foreign soil.
I know that many will be offended and I would appreciate any educated insights into this topic. Maybe I am missing something. Or maybe there are others at least uncomfortable with these murders and I just haven't heard from them.
Friday, October 14, 2011
We Need To Talk About Kevin
These are my thoughts on the best book I have ever read, We Need To Talk About Kevin:
Written from a smart female perspective(that I wouldn't call feminist as it is more personal than political), Kevin is an exploration of the human experience for any thinking person. The protagonist, Eva, tells a story that cannot always be trusted as her perceptions seem downright paranoid, at times. Or it could be that she is just easily recognizing character traits in her child that are so similar to her own. What is scary about Kevin is not that he is a foreign monster. What he says makes sense, but what he does is something else completely. You wonder if any thoughtful person wouldn't come to the same conclusions about existence that Kevin has come to; the only difference being that he is lacking empathy(the one thing that stands between most of us and sociopathology). Kevin cannot be so simply labeled a "bad seed" or an anitsocial and tossed aside; his is not a completely inaccessible character.
I read from beginning to end completely enthralled with every word. I found the ending riveting and revealing, but not because of what might be thought of as major events(those were well foreshadowed, if not outright stated), but because of some of the small events.
To those who thought the novel should be shorter, I can only say that I wished it had been longer. To those who thought that it was flawed because Kevin did not get psychiatric help, I suggest a reread and some investigation into the the efficacy of "therapy" with the characterologically disordered. And finally to those who thought it too "dark", I suggest some serious self reflection as well as a closer investigation of the world around you. To Lionel Shriver, I give a heart-felt thank you.
PS I found it hard to believe that Eva was not an atheist or that she never thought of herself as "particularly bright". Still, considering the talent and intelligence of Shriver, I can only assume that my disbelief is due to some error on my part as opposed to one on hers.
Written from a smart female perspective(that I wouldn't call feminist as it is more personal than political), Kevin is an exploration of the human experience for any thinking person. The protagonist, Eva, tells a story that cannot always be trusted as her perceptions seem downright paranoid, at times. Or it could be that she is just easily recognizing character traits in her child that are so similar to her own. What is scary about Kevin is not that he is a foreign monster. What he says makes sense, but what he does is something else completely. You wonder if any thoughtful person wouldn't come to the same conclusions about existence that Kevin has come to; the only difference being that he is lacking empathy(the one thing that stands between most of us and sociopathology). Kevin cannot be so simply labeled a "bad seed" or an anitsocial and tossed aside; his is not a completely inaccessible character.
I read from beginning to end completely enthralled with every word. I found the ending riveting and revealing, but not because of what might be thought of as major events(those were well foreshadowed, if not outright stated), but because of some of the small events.
To those who thought the novel should be shorter, I can only say that I wished it had been longer. To those who thought that it was flawed because Kevin did not get psychiatric help, I suggest a reread and some investigation into the the efficacy of "therapy" with the characterologically disordered. And finally to those who thought it too "dark", I suggest some serious self reflection as well as a closer investigation of the world around you. To Lionel Shriver, I give a heart-felt thank you.
PS I found it hard to believe that Eva was not an atheist or that she never thought of herself as "particularly bright". Still, considering the talent and intelligence of Shriver, I can only assume that my disbelief is due to some error on my part as opposed to one on hers.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Special Ed in America: The Reality
Most Americans don't realize what is really going on in our school systems. Rules, regulations and laws regarding special education as well as their interpretations by hearing officers have increasingly led to untenable situations for school employees. In fact, it is out of control. All students are entitled to a free education, but only students identified as having special needs are entitled to a free and appropriate education and therein lies the rub. What is appropriate?
Like so many things in America, class and money shade this definition. Most educators are doing their best with what limited resources are available to them to provide services to their students. Some school systems do less than they should for students who are poor or whose parents seem disinterested. This, of course, is a travesty.
Still worse, are the families who abuse the system. There are countless families who demand unnecessary and over the top services. Some demand that their children be identified as eligible for special education even when they do not have a qualifying disability or a need for services. Of course, money can always find "doctors" or other professionals willing to dole out diagnosis.
Most schools will give in when threatened with a law suit and simply qualify students for services and provide unnecessary services to students to avoid paying exorbitant attorney fees. It used to be that compensatory education was the most that was awarded to students and families. Now we see undeserving families awarded millions of dollars for "loss of future earnings". Of course, to pay these families, monies are taken from general education funds and less and less funding is being spend on the 90% of the student population that does not qualify as needing special education services.
I worked for years in special education in California. Feel free to ask me questions. While I don't believe in abusing the system, I do believe in providing appropriate services to students who need them and would be happy to answer questions as best I can. I know that there are lots of parents out there who do not have advocates and attorneys and are simply trying to do what is best for their kids. I'd be happy to provide any insight I can.
Like so many things in America, class and money shade this definition. Most educators are doing their best with what limited resources are available to them to provide services to their students. Some school systems do less than they should for students who are poor or whose parents seem disinterested. This, of course, is a travesty.
Still worse, are the families who abuse the system. There are countless families who demand unnecessary and over the top services. Some demand that their children be identified as eligible for special education even when they do not have a qualifying disability or a need for services. Of course, money can always find "doctors" or other professionals willing to dole out diagnosis.
Most schools will give in when threatened with a law suit and simply qualify students for services and provide unnecessary services to students to avoid paying exorbitant attorney fees. It used to be that compensatory education was the most that was awarded to students and families. Now we see undeserving families awarded millions of dollars for "loss of future earnings". Of course, to pay these families, monies are taken from general education funds and less and less funding is being spend on the 90% of the student population that does not qualify as needing special education services.
I worked for years in special education in California. Feel free to ask me questions. While I don't believe in abusing the system, I do believe in providing appropriate services to students who need them and would be happy to answer questions as best I can. I know that there are lots of parents out there who do not have advocates and attorneys and are simply trying to do what is best for their kids. I'd be happy to provide any insight I can.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
La Piaga Pages: In Honor of All of My Aches, Pains and Discomforts
Stubbed toe:
On the ten year anniversary of 9/11 I suffered a severe toe stubbing while on my way to the
kitchen for some Italian truffle cheese. I made a slow but steady recovery. My dear friend was
kind enough to create the attached collage in memoriam of the day's
terrible event.
Constipation:
While not discussed nearly enough this is an issue that has began to plague me as I age. For the second time in my life I just experienced constipation. While I have been told that many people suffer from constipation and go about their business as normal, I just can't believe that these people could possibly be experiencing the same pain I feel.
So, I will describe it in detail. It starts off with the usual feeling of having to defecate but once I sit down to poo it turns into excruciating pain as if a huge shard of glass is trying to pass through my anus. Even when it feels like I am finally getting somewhere and the sharp rock that is passing through my bowels is half out, it gets sucked right back up as soon as I relax.
This condition seems to last six to twelve hours during which time I hobble around feeling like someone has shoved a huge pointed rock up my ass. Finally, during one of my countless efforts to rid myself of the rock hard poo, it passes through while I scream and rock back and forth (a helpful technique recommended by a friend) on the toilet. For the next 24 hours I feel like I just performed an anal gangbang scene in a porn. (I haven't actually ever been in an anal gangbang but I imagine this is what it feels like after).
The best advice I can give anyone at the mercy of some rock hard poo is to drink a lot of prune juice. Unlike laxatives that only seem to work on poo that has yet to form, prune juice seems to be able to work its way down the colon and soften or lubricate the already existing poo.
Constipation:
While not discussed nearly enough this is an issue that has began to plague me as I age. For the second time in my life I just experienced constipation. While I have been told that many people suffer from constipation and go about their business as normal, I just can't believe that these people could possibly be experiencing the same pain I feel.
So, I will describe it in detail. It starts off with the usual feeling of having to defecate but once I sit down to poo it turns into excruciating pain as if a huge shard of glass is trying to pass through my anus. Even when it feels like I am finally getting somewhere and the sharp rock that is passing through my bowels is half out, it gets sucked right back up as soon as I relax.
This condition seems to last six to twelve hours during which time I hobble around feeling like someone has shoved a huge pointed rock up my ass. Finally, during one of my countless efforts to rid myself of the rock hard poo, it passes through while I scream and rock back and forth (a helpful technique recommended by a friend) on the toilet. For the next 24 hours I feel like I just performed an anal gangbang scene in a porn. (I haven't actually ever been in an anal gangbang but I imagine this is what it feels like after).
The best advice I can give anyone at the mercy of some rock hard poo is to drink a lot of prune juice. Unlike laxatives that only seem to work on poo that has yet to form, prune juice seems to be able to work its way down the colon and soften or lubricate the already existing poo.
Male Writers
Having recently finished two books by male writers, I have to say that I am sick of hearing about cock. One writer, Jonathan Franzen, actually said that the male character was going to "fill her with self-worth" when he was going to fuck a female character. Are you kidding me? And these are modern "literary" writers?
The book Freedom by Jonathan Franzen got a lot of attention last year and came highly recommended. I'm agog as to why. The characters are as uninteresting as the lifeless plot. Poorly written and poorly structured. I imagine that the writer fancies himself a combination of the supposedly intellectual and kind-to-a-fault Walter and the sexy rocker Richard. I'm guessing he is more of a cross between Rain Man and and a guy who has spent most of his adult life trying to prove that he is not the dork everyone in high school thought he was.
The book Freedom by Jonathan Franzen got a lot of attention last year and came highly recommended. I'm agog as to why. The characters are as uninteresting as the lifeless plot. Poorly written and poorly structured. I imagine that the writer fancies himself a combination of the supposedly intellectual and kind-to-a-fault Walter and the sexy rocker Richard. I'm guessing he is more of a cross between Rain Man and and a guy who has spent most of his adult life trying to prove that he is not the dork everyone in high school thought he was.
West Memphis Three Released
Thanks to Paradise Lost they released these three idiots. The fact is that "Damien" (not even his given name) spent a lot
of time in mental hospitals; he said this was because he was homicidal,
psychotic and sociopathic and his psych records confirm this. He also
tortured and killed animals. Jessie (the one with the low IQ) also
showed deception on a polygraph when he denied being involved with the
murders.
And for the record, I was born and raised in California. I've never even been to The South apart from a lay-over in Dallas. I'm a (former, but you never really stop being one) goth and an atheist. So, I have no hillbilly, anti-Metallica or religious bias that would lead me to believe that just because a person wears black, he or she is a sociopath. I could care less if someone claims to be a Satanist or Wiccan. I also don't assume that just because law enforcement officers and judges have a Southern accent they are idiots.
And for the record, I was born and raised in California. I've never even been to The South apart from a lay-over in Dallas. I'm a (former, but you never really stop being one) goth and an atheist. So, I have no hillbilly, anti-Metallica or religious bias that would lead me to believe that just because a person wears black, he or she is a sociopath. I could care less if someone claims to be a Satanist or Wiccan. I also don't assume that just because law enforcement officers and judges have a Southern accent they are idiots.
The police did
not just go out looking for the kid who wears heavy metal t-shirts.
Damien tried to kill his own father, tried to scratch a classmate's eyes
out, threatened the police and claimed he wanted to sacrifice his
first-born to Satan. This was all before the murders and is documented in court records. His own attorneys submitted these documents to the court during the sentencing phase in hopes of avoiding the death penalty due to his mental illnesses.
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