Friday, 26 April 2013

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

I read this, to tell the truth, because I want to read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and, while I know the two books stand separately as well as they do together, I am a bit of a stickler from following the author's intended sequence of series, trilogies or whatever. This sometimes leads me to postpone the final ascent of the summit seen from afar, while working my way through the foothills, but I didn't feel any such deflating feelings with Tom Sawyer.

I am not sure that I have read anything by Twain before. I like to think I would have remembered, as he is a very, very lovely writer. The story of Tom Sawyer is well known, or in my case bits of it are well known, and it was a real pleasure to see the whole thing turned out for delectation and admiration.

I seem to be lapsing into a slightly Twainian style. I shall desist forthwith.

The way in which Twain makes passing sardonic commentary on the mores of society at the time of writing is  both funny and thought-provoking. Once or twice, I laughed out loud. The comical belief of the boys in the powers of incantations and words over the evidence of experience must be a dig at religion. And the story itself is sweet, well-timed and finally satisfying. A masterpiece, really. "O lordy, I'm thankful."

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi

What's it like to live in a place where freedom of thought is, genuinely, ruthlessly and persistently, suppressed? What is it like to be clever, thoughtful and energetic but to be forced to keep these qualities hidden and in check? What is it like to be governed, severely and unforgivingly, by laws and customs based not on reason but on a codified belief in the supernatural that, by definition, is not susceptible to analysis or debate on the basis of reason?  Or, worse, distorts the logic of reason by imposing a frame of reference and a set of premises that are simply beyond question or analysis except in the terms they presuppose.

Answers to these questions can be found by examining the experience of Iran after the 1979 revolution and reading this book is a very good way of doing so.

Azar Nafisi is an academic and a profound lover of literature. This book looks at her experiences and those of her students through the prism of literature. She weaves a commentary on some great works of English literature - the Great Gatsby, Lolita, Pride and Prejudice - into her story of a reading group of her students and how they dealt, individually and collectively, with the madness and oppression of extreme theocracy.

It shares with the works of Orwell, Kundera, Fallada and Zweig an account of how ideology, if sufficiently absolutist, self-deluding and self-righteous can deaden intellectual life and make a lot of lives very miserable indeed.

But it is written with such spirit and confidence that one leaves the book feeling not exactly happy but at least that not all is lost, despite the efforts of the true believers.

Surely we all need to be very alert to the rise of certainty and unquestioned orthodoxy in public life, whether that is a sudden irruption as happened in Iran in 1979 or a gradual process, like the faith in free market theory that crept upon the western world in the 1990s/2000s.

Stand up for scepticism and free thinking, even if you think you know 'the truth'!

How to be a woman by Caitlin Moran

Caitlin Moran is a British journalist who writes for The Times newspaper. This book is more than just a collection of her articles (she has published another book which is exactly that) as it does stick to its theme of  post-feminism feminism. It is, in my opinion which I know from speaking to others is not shared by all, hilarious. It is scabrous, occasionally disgusting and full of cultural in-jokes for people who have grown up in Britain over the last 40 years or so. But it also tackles some serious issues about how women are objectified, the whole ladette/pornstar/'we are empowered by showing we aren't disempowered by conforming of our own free will in an ironic way to ideals of personal appearance created by male dominated culture' kind of thing.

Actually, that last sentence was a reasonable imitation of Moran's style, though nothing like as funny. Lots of elliptical phrases that convey meaning for those already in the know.

The book ended at the right time, however. Her style is high-powered and intense, so after a while it can get a bit much. But it is bloody hilarious.

Friday, 5 April 2013

I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou

I was given the collected memoirs of Maya Angelou and this is the first I have read and, as one might expect, the first in the series.

It describes her early life, growing up in the Deep South of the US before moving when a teenager to the West Coast.

It is lyrical, often poetic in style. Striking and unusual images enhance the language, even though the action sometimes plods along a bit. Most interesting for me were the descriptions of racially based discrimination and social division.

I enjoyed reading this but, to be honest, will not rush to the next instalment, though I will come back to her.