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Books for boys?
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Clocked out at the office and headed to my local suburban chain bookstore. Based on what I saw prominently displayed on the shelves, there's only one conclusion to be drawn: the next generation of literary consumers will be almost exclusively female.

It's more than the wall-to-wall Twilight. The shelves are packed with "Young Adult" fiction--and most of it is aimed right at tweenage girls.

I suppose we, as a society, should feel good about this. After all, we're only a few generations removed from the notion that educating girls at all was a total waste of time. And I can't be discouraged at the sight of young people in bookstores wanting to buy books--any books at all.

But I keep thinking to myself--where are all the boys? I didn't see any tweenage boys running about in the bookstore with anything near the same enthusiasm.

What, if anything, do boys read anymore? Do they read Sci-Fi or Fantasy? Do they devour, like I did, Sherlock Holmes or Edgar Allan Poe?

Can it be that we've slowly been constructing boyhood--and now manhood-- in a way that excludes books, or reading, or any intellectual pursuit at all? And, if we've managed this, where are we going to put all those boys in a world that so desperately needs them to be intellectually curious and culturally literate?
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Book meme
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From [info]seishonagon

The best reading experience you have ever had?

Tough question. Emotionally, I think it might have been Kazuo Ishiguro's When We Were Orphans. Christopher, protagonist, who had been an expatriate child in the expatriate quarter of Shanghai, returns to Shanghai in the middle of the Japanese invasion of the city, in search of his mother. He encounters his former neighbor, Akira, who had grown up with him in the International District, and who had grown up to command a platoon of the invading Japanese forces. Christopher and a wounded Akira pick their way through the city/battlefield, and Akira assures Christopher that they cannot be lost, that he knows Shanghai "like [his] home village." Christopher stops him, and says: "This is our home village."

Nothing I had read before, or that I have read since, better captures the experience of expatriation. Christopher and Akira are out of sorts in their home countries and cultures, but "home" in a city and culture that wasn't even "theirs" in any meaningful sense. Few things have resonated with me more forcefully.

The worst reading experience that you have ever had?

Jane Eyre. I had to march through that stinking dung-heap of Victorian rot and sentimentality in a single day, because I had neglected to keep up with regular reading assignments. No academic punishment has yet been administered or threatened that compares with that.


Which book has affected or influenced you the most so far?

Another tough one. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes--I started reading Sherlock Holmes stories as a little kid, and loved how Holmes could deduce answers from observation. The character of Sherlock Holmes probably inspired me to learn as much as I could about everything--because Holmes could use his grasp of general knowledge and keen powers of observation to see things that lesser people (Watson, Gregson, Lestrade) could not.


Have you ever read a book that you got really scared of?

No.


What do you use as a bookmark?
Train tickets, airline boarding passes, lottery tickets.


When do you usually read? At home, work, while cooking, in the morning, noon, afternoon, before you go to bed...?

In transit--on the train (Metro or inter-city), on planes and buses; in bed; in libraries (yes, the law library has to count).

Do you remember the first book that you read?

Yes. Fox in Socks, by Doctor Seuss.


Which do you prefer - paperback or hardcover?

Depends on the situation. Trade paperbacks are easily abused and travel well. Octavo-sized hardbacks are good as well, but less handy for travel. And if I have to read out loud from a lectern, I'd love a proper folio, board-and-leather-bound.

What are you currently reading? What page are you on?

Other than my casebooks, I'm skimming through A.P. Herbert's Uncommon Law: Being 66 Misleading Cases--a collection of satirical "law reports," purporting to come from English courts. A great bit of review for common-law doctrines--the humor comes from the correctness of the legal reasoning.


Do you ever leave "a mark" (deliberate and/or not deliberate) in your books? For example, write in them, underline quotes, coffeemarks or food crumbs and etc.

Yes and no. Some of my casebooks are marginated and annotated (Most notably my Contracts book and the statutory supplement thereto). Others are pristine (Constitutional Law). I tend to write my name in my books, too.

But "leisure" books tend not to be marked-up at all, other than, of course, my name.


Does the title, amount of pages and the cover affect you when you are considering a specific book?

Yes. Good book design (cover, type, etc.) will sell me a book. I have bought better typeset editions just because the type was more appealing. Historical books with good dust-jacket illustrations are interesting as well--see, e.g.,
Bradley K. Martin's Under the Loving Care of the Fatherly Leader: North Korea and the Kim Dynasty for an excellent example.

Do you ever browse through to the last pages in order find out the ending?
I used to do this when I was younger.


Has knowing the ending of a book (example, through spoilers or a movie) ever made you decide whether you will read the book or not?

Not really. I have re-read many books (see below). Plus, I have read books that have been adapted for film or television and been pleasantly, well, "un-spoiled."


Is there a book that you have read more than five times?
Several. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster (with illustrations by Jules Pfeiffer) was probably my favorite childhood book. I have probably read Frank Herbert's Dune a dozen times now, as well. Franz Kafka's The Trial probably ranks here, too.


Have you ever been in an accident where the book was the cause? (for example, almost getting hit by a car when reading while walking, or having stacks of books falling on you from a bookshelf...)

I dropped a deed book on my pinkie in the county land record office once. Those things HURT.

Do you sell/give away your books or do you keep them, even though you don't like one of them?

I hoard books compulsively, so no. I do give them away occasionally--but that's rare.

Do you have some kind of book system, where you write down what you are reading, have bought, will read, will buy and etc?
I used to, but they have failed.

Return to the LoC
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The Library of Congress is one of the great treasures of Washington. It's probably the biggest library on the planet, in terms of total holdings. What really makes it great, though, is that almost anyone can get a reader's card and gain access to the Library's collection.

I first registered as a reader back around 2000. I was an undergraduate then, and looking for a place to keep up with my reading out-of-term. I loved working there, particularly in the stately Gilded Age Jefferson Building main reading room, under whose dome I spent many hours puzzling over texts both obscure and mundane.

I returned today, for the first time in many years. I walked in the west door of the Jefferson Building, under the carriageway arch, and was greeted by a guard who called out to me as he slouched on his chair, next to the magnetometer:

"Visitor or Researcher?"

"Researcher," I answered him, "but I need to renew my ID."

"That's in the Madison Building," he said, nodding.

"Oh it's in Madison now?"

"It's always been in Madison," he said. I laughed to myself. When I first registered, reader registration was in in the back of the Jefferson Building.

I made my way over to Madison and re-registered. The clerk at the registration desk asked me what my old ID number was.

"Does it start with a 5 or a 6?"

"Two," I answered. She looked at me, surprised.

"How old are you??" She didn't believe that I was old enough to have been issued a card with such an early serial number. It was a good-natured exchange, and in a little under a minute, I surrendered my tattered old ID and was issued a shiny new one--albeit with the same, smug, nineteen-year-old face smiling on it.

I returned to the Current Periodicals reading room--my least favorite space in the whole Library. I had always thought of it as a kind of Hell reserved for survivors of the Carter administration: a windowless space lit with harsh, lowest-bidding-subcontractor flourescent tubes.

I bumbled a bit--I had forgotten where the circulation request slips were, and ended up stammering a lot, but a kindly circulation librarian got me exactly what I needed in a facation of the time usual.

I will have to go back more often. I've missed the Library.

Anyone know of a good introductory textbook to the Byzantine Empire
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Title says it all. I'm looking for good "on the Metro" reading, and I figure I should start filling in some of the gaps in my historical education.

Does anybody out there know of any good introductory texts on the Byzantine empire? I'd like to start off with the fifth century and probably round out the term somewhere in the tenth century.
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Recommend me a few books
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With the semester winding down, and a few weeks of somewhat less intense academic preparation ahead of me, I'm looking forward to doing some non-law reading.

So, O my few readers: recommend me some books.

Things I like: Cairo (G. Willow Wilson, M.K. Perker)
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I've been on a bit of a magical-realism kick in my komiks consumption lately. First came Arnold Arre's masterful The Mythology Class, which led me to Budjette Tan's (a/k/a/ [info]budjette) Trese.

Both of those books focused on the intersection of ancient magic and gritty reality in a Third-World metropolis--Manila.

Well, G. Willow Wilson and M.K. Perker have captured the same vibe in Cairo. Five strangers cross paths in the burgeoning Egyptian capital: an American tourist, an American-Lebanese would-be terrorist, an Egyptian journalist, a drug-runner, an Israeli commando, and an ageless jinn.

The plot is too complicated--and too awesome--to reveal here. But it's beautifully drawn, and a quick read. Expect a crash-boom-bang course in Arabian mythology, a number of references to the Qur'an, a trip to the Underworld, and a few insights into how those people see those other people across whatever divide they happen to be peering.

BTW, Budjette, if you're reading this: my cousins sent me a copy of the first bound volume of Trese, and I love it---you guys might think about scanning your work in higher resolutions before going to press, though. Wish there were better distribution of the Manila komiks scene on my side of the planet.
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Buying books for their covers
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Via BoingBoing comes a report of a business that will decorate your home with books, helpfully, sold by the foot or yard.

Indeed, this firm makes it its entire business to judge books by their covers--the contents of the books are not in English, nor is there any place on the site to specify the subject-matter or titles of the books to be ordered.

What I want to know is--who the hell buys this crap? I don't just mean who purchases these odd lots of books--but who the hell believes in this? I mean, are the noveaux riches of the world so anxious to seem like respectable persons of letters that they will resort to this type of subterfuge? And if they do--and evidently, they do, else this type of firm would not exist-- does anyone believe them?

Read their section on "decorating a home library" and be dismayed:


Decorating a home library is a tough task, especially if you are short on books! Then again, not everyone is fortunate enough to have a few hundred hardbacks on hand. Considering that even the smallest of home studies requires a substantial number of volumes, the cost of filling a few bookshelves can really add up!



But these philistines manage to sound almost gracious when confronting their detractors:


Many people feel that it's silly to purchase books for pure decorative value. While we certainly understand this, we also savor the opportunity to change the mind of such individuals! Our books are so beautiful on the outside that their interior ceases to be important. What's more, they are available for purchase by the foot as well as the yard. In other words, no more spending hours in used bookstores looking for space fillers. At Book Décor, this process takes a matter of seconds!


Emphasis added, of course. Perhaps the problem with western society these days is that we no longer consider the interior of books to be important..

I have spent hours in used bookstores; the haul from those outings does fill space. But I do read them, even if there's a significant backlog.
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Pinoy Komix!
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I'm not a manga guy. The visual style really doesn't grab me--nor does the subject matter, most of the time. But I do love me some comic books. Lately, I've been getting into Filipino comic books, both as a way of staying connected to the 'pinas, but also as an alternative to the world-conquering Manga scene.

A while back, on my last trip to Manila, I was able to pick up the collected edition of Arnold Arre's graphic novel The Mythology Class. I was thoroughly impressed-- here was a beautifully drawn, witty, and very Filipino graphic novel.

The combination of late '90s Manila with pre-Spanish-Conquest folk mythology was fascinating. Although the subject matter was very Filipino--the book name-checks a lot of folk heroes (Lam-ang, Bathala, etc.) and villains (aswang, manananggal, etc.), it's mostly in English, which makes it more accessible to the non-Tagalog-speaking overseas Pinoy, as well as the curious outsider.

I didn't know it, but I'd blundered into a renaissance of Pinoy Komix. Komikeros were turning out mature, sophisticated works, both in English and Tagalog.

Thanks to the magic of the Internet, I've been able to find a few more Komix to tide me over until I can get back to the 'pinas and get caught up with that scene again.

Via rather entertaining review, I stumbled across Trese, an English-language crime/horror series.

The eponymous protagonist Alexandra Trese works as a kind of supernatural Sherlock Holmes in latter-day Metro Manila. Again, aswangs, mannangals, and tikbalangs make regular appearances.

The visual style owes much to Frank Miller and The Matrix--who wears double-breasted coats in tropical Manila?--but it's beautifully drawn:



And, best of all, the website has seven complete comic books for your delectation!

Things Worth Knowing
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An interesting take on relationships, from the The Handy Cyclopedia of Things Worth Knowing by Joseph Triemens.


The Claims of Companionship.

A man cannot justly complain if a girl accepts similar favors from other men, for until he has proposed and been accepted he has no claim on her undivided companionship. An attitude of proprietorship on his part, particularly if it is exercised in public, is as bad manners as it is unwise, and a high-spirited girl, although she may find her feelings becoming engaged, is prone to resent it. It should be remembered that a man is free to cease his attentions, and until he has finally surrendered his liberty he should not expect her to devote all her time to him.



Most interesting to me, however, is the very formalistic offer/acceptance language here. In 1911, there was still a cultural presumption of the marriage as a bargain for the formation of a household.

Nowadays, of course, we're much more enlightened than that--or so we think. Re-read that passage again and think about how the game is played today. Now, as then, "[j]ust what attention a man is privileged to show a young woman to whom he is not engaged, and yet to whom he wishes to express his devotion, is a
point a little difficult to define."

Who knew that so much post-modern lonely-heart angst could be captured in a 1911 drug-store self-help book?

Does Torture Work?
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Another lengthy excerpt from Horne's A Savage War of Peace on the effectiveness of torture. Linked references and bracketed material added:


How effective was torture?

There remains the vital question, with much relevance to today: what did torture achieve in the Battle of Algiers? Putting aside any consideration of morality, was it even effective? Massu, with a courage that demands respect, claims the end justified the means; the battle was won and a halt was brought to the F.L.N.-imposed terror and the indiscriminate killing and maiming of both European and Muslim civilians. He also notes that, when critics compared them to the Nazis, his paras practised neither extermination nor the taking of hostages. And Edward Behr, who could by no stretch of the imagination be regarded as an apostle of torture, nevertheless reckons "that without torture the F.L.N.'s terrorist network could never have been overcome. . . . The 'Battle of Algiers' could not have been won by General Massu without the use of torture." Had the Battle of Algiers indeed been lost by the French in 1957, then the whole of Algeria would almost certainly have been swamped by the F.L.N.--leading in all probability to a peace settlement several years earlier than was otherwise the case.

This is certainly true of the short term, but in the longer term--as the Nazis in the Second World War, and as almost every other power that has ever dopted torture as aninstrument of policy, have discovered--it is a double-edged weapon. In some of his last utterances even Massu's chief lieutenant, Yves Godard, expressed doubts as to the efficacy of torture; especially when weighed against the emotional weapon it presented the enemy. . . .

From a purely intelligence point of view, experience teaches that more often than not the collating services are overwhelmed by a mountain of false information extorted from victims desperate to save themselves further agony. Also, it is bound to drive into the enemy camp the innocents who have been wrongly been submitted to torture. . . . In the long run, the facile tu quoque arguments. . . can only lead to an endless escalation of horror and degradation. In answer to the standard plaint that Muslim intellectuals were rarely heard to protest against F.L.N. atrocities, Pierre-Henri Simon counters passionately: "I would reply--'If really we are capable of a moral reflex which our adversary has not, this is the best justification for our cause, and even for our victory.'"

One of the worst aspects of the admission of torture as an instrument is the wide train of corruption that inevitably follows in its wake. In a submission to the "Safeguard Committee" [a French government committee charged with investigating claims of detainee abuse] of September, 1957, Teitgen [chief of police, Algeria] wrote words that would apply equally to any latter-day authoritarian regime. . . . :

Even a legitimate action. . . can nevertheless lead to improvisations and excesses. Very rapidly, if this is not remedied, efficacy becomes the sole justification. In default of a legal basis, it seeks to justify itself at any price, and, with a certain bad conscience, it demands the privilege of exceptional legitimacy. In the name of efficacity, illegality has become justified.


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. . .Outside the army, in Algeria the rifts created by torture led to a further, decisive step in eradicating any Muslim "third force" of interlocuteurs valables with whom a compromise peace might have been negotiated; while in France the stunning, cumulative impact it had was materially to help persuade public opinion years later that France had to wash her hands of the sale guerre. As Paul Teitgen remarked: "All right, Massu won the Battle of Algiers; but that meant losing the war."


l'Algerie montait a la tete
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Lately, I have been reading A Savage War of Peace: Algeria 1954-1962, by Alistair Horne. My paperback's cover says that it's "On the reading lists of President Bush and the US military."

With the focus on counter-insurgency operations lately, military men and analysts are dusting off books on Algeria to see what lessons might be learned from the French experience.

The French initially struck against the Algerian rebels with tanks and artillery--heavy firepower, 1954's version of shock and awe. The indiscriminate attacks brought indiscriminate reprisals: French forces would fire indiscriminately. F.L.N. rebels would launch bombing campaigns or mutilate corpses. French forces would resort to torture and more indiscriminate collective punishment--which only brought more fighters to the F.L.N. banner.

Probably the most horrifying thing I've read so far is the steady breakdown in discipline among French soldiers fighting in Algeria. I will quite one passage from the book here at length

Lately, I have been reading A Savage War of Peace: Algeria 1954-1962, by Alistair Horne. My paperback's cover says that it's "On the reading lists of President Bush and the US military."

With the focus on counter-insurgency operations lately, military men and analysts are dusting off books on Algeria to see what lessons might be learned from the French experience.

The French initially struck against the Algerian rebels with tanks and artillery--heavy firepower, 1954's version of shock and awe. The indiscriminate attacks brought indiscriminate reprisals: French forces would fire indiscriminately. F.L.N. rebels would launch bombing campaigns or mutilate corpses. French forces would resort to torture and more indiscriminate collective punishment--which only brought more fighters to the F.L.N. banner.

Probably the most horrifying thing I've read so far is the steady breakdown in discipline among French soldiers fighting in Algeria. I will quite one passage from the book here at length. Horne begins by comparing the situation in Algeria to the situation in Belfast during the Troubles:

. . . In an article entitled "Stretching a Soldier's Patience," The Times of 7 June 1973 described how Belfasters cheered when four British soldiers were blown up and horribly mutilated by a mine, and how other British soldiers were "shocked and embittered by what they thought was a callous disregard for life." Multiply this several hundred times for the additional horrors of fighting in Algeria. . . for the greater numbers involved, and for the altogether less phlegmatic character fo the French soldier, and the occasional angry backlash or infraction of discipline becomes inevitable.

By 1956 accounts of such cases in Algeria were legion. Leulliette himself recounts relieving in the Nementchas the 1st Parachute Regiment of the Foreign Legion (1st R.E.P.), just after one of their sergeant-majors had been knifed in the street. A quarter of an hour later, the entire company descended on the Arab quarter: "Sixty-four people, mostly men, were slaughtered by automatic rifle or bayonet in less than an hour. Fire did the rest." Earlier, near Philippeville, Leuliette's own unit had been involved in a massacre of civilians. The rebels had proved elusive that day. "Everything seemed to slip through our fingers. We no longer knew what we were doing." Then, suddenly, a group of women and children instead of fellaghas had run into the paras' fire:

. . . could the bloke thirty yards ahead of me, firing his automatic rifle at a child of ten lying astride the path, his leg broken and chest heaving, have sworn that he couldn't see? Women, old women, stiff and awkward with fear, were massacred in full view of everyone, in broad daylight, almost as if it were a game, to make our bullets "talk." Some of us would have done anything. Back at home, civilians again, they'd think: was it possible? Yes, it was with all sorts of corpses, old men's and children's mingled with those of the rebels. The sight of an old woman, with her hair down, flattened in front of you by a burst form an automatir rifle was something you never forget. "If you've no imagination," said Celine, "dying's nothing; if you have, it's too much."

One wonders if this is what's happening in Iraq now, and whether the ongoing Haditha investigation will uncover a similar breakdown.


bibliomania
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I'm in a manic phase, readingwise, and it's ripping me up. Two Inspector Montalbano books in as many days--and I've just put in an order for a half-dozen books by Arturo Perez-Reverte (in Spanish, naturally). I'll probably need to get a few heavier books in as well, but I"m not sure which.

I get into these phases every few months where I read compulsively, devouring books. It's messing with my sleep patterns and making me wake up late for work. Fortunately, I'm a short-timer at work...

I'm justifying my book-buying spree to myself by reasoning that since I haven't been out drinking much, I can afford to spend an equivalent amount on reading.

Spinning at a million RPM
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I've been manic lately.

I don't know why. I feel like I've been spinning at a million revolutions a minute. I'm jumpy, nervous. I've burned through two books in as many days. Fine, they were small books, but still.

Things are moving very quickly for me. I'm about to leave my present job. I'm already lining things up for law school. One door is closing as another door opens, and I feel like I'm scrambling to take advantage from the light coming in from each while both are open.

I flash-burned through Cory Doctorow's Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom literally within hours of having digested Vali Nasr's The Shia Revival. I also got to see "Rocky Balboa" with [info]blackaces this week (in HD). Look for (possibly) an essay on the postmodern condition in this space, with special reference to Down and Out and "Rocky Balboa." Believe it or not, the two have a lot in common. Also, look for some musings on parallel dystopia: I'm thinking of cranking out an essay on Doctorow's Down and Out and comparing it to Max Barry's Jennifer Government.

Heck, maybe I could crank out a series of utopia/dystopia essays this summer.

Librarything
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I have decided to start cataloging my (non-work, non-school) reading on LibraryThing:

http://www.librarything.com/catalog.php?view=ouij

the free account is limited to 100 books, so I've decided to go with it First-in-first-out (FIFO). Let's see where this leads.

In it for the longue dureé
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So I didn't buy Braudel's Mediterranean & The Mediterranean World in the Age of Phillip II at Second Story today. I saw two of three volumes, and, somewhat dismayed, I exclaimed, to no one in particular:

"But where's volume THREE?!"

"Shit, dude, we've got volumes 1 and 2--" said the guy behind the tables of used books. I don't think I've met such a lively response about a random remark about Braudel since I left university.....

A good used bookstore is an intellectual's crackhouse
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Second Story Books may have an ugly website, but they are rapidly becoming my go-to used bookseller. They're right around the corner from where I work here in Dupont Circle, and when the weather is good, they sell books for very cheap on the sidewalk.

Today's find: Fernand Braudel's The Structures of Everyday Life, the first volume of his three-volume work Civilization and Captialism 15th-18th Century....for the princely sum of TWO DOLLARS!


Say whatever you want, but for me, the Annales School makes for an interesting read, and I've always had a soft-spot for early-modern European history.

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