some slightly more recent reads

Suspended in Language (Jim Ottaviani and Leland Purvis) — a graphic novel about Niels Bohr, his life, his theories, and the birth of modern physics. This was a great read and wonderful introduction for those with a scientific bent but perhaps less physics background (me in a nutshell).

Logicomix(Apostolos Doxiadis and Christos Papadimitriou) — continuing with the intellectual comic book trend, this was a semi-fictionalized history of the foundations of mathematics from the perspective of Bertrand Russell. There’s a lot going on in the book, which tries to examine the connections between logic and madness, maps versus reality, and Russell versus Wittgenstein. I very much enjoyed the beginning of the book but it sort of rushed into the ending : I wanted more about Gödel!

Botany of Desire (Michael Pollan) — this is a lyrically written book about the relationship between people and plants. Pollan goes through 4 case studies : the apple, the tulip, marijuana, and the potato, and describes how the plants satisfy human desires and how humans have shaped the course of their evolution. The writing in this book is beautiful, but his favorite words seem to be Apollonian, Dionysian, and chthonic, which lends some of the text an almost 19th century feeling. His dissection of the issues with GMO farming and Monsanto in the potato chapter is great, but I wish it was more accessible to the average reader. Ah well, it’s a book for elites, and a very pretty book at that.

Interracial Intimacy: The Regulation of Race and Romance (Rachel F. Moran) — This was a slightly more legalistic and policy-oriented analysis of how interracial relationships were regulated by the state in the United States. Unlike Kennedy’s book, it has a fair bit more about non black-white relationships, and highlights the differences faced by different ethnic groups. Also unlike Kennedy’s book, it is not aggressively arguing an a particular agenda. Kennedy was building up an argument against race-matching in adoption, and Moran is a little more circumspect and seems (at least to my mind) to be more attuned to the dangers of being prescriptivist. It’s definitely a dry read, but I found it quite informative.

Some not-so-recent reads

The Other Indians: A Political and Cultural History of South Asians in America (Vinay Lal) – a short and lively introduction to the history of South Asians in the US, from the colonial era through 19th century Sikh immigration to the present. I don’t think I learned any new facts, per se, but it’s a lot less polemical book than say, The Karma of Brown Folk. Recommended.

The Mindbody Prescription: Healing the Body, Healing the Pain (John E. Sarno) – this was recommended by more than one friend as a potential way to cure my repetitive stress injury and shoulder/neck tension. Sarno’s thesis is a little complicated to describe, but basically he says “repressed anger causes many chronic conditions” and advocates a kind of cognitive-behavioral therapy for it. I found it pretty unconvincing, although there is some good advice sprinkled here and there in the book. Skippable.

The Trade of Queens (Charles Stross) – final book in Stross’s Merchant Princes series, I basically read this because I had already read the other ones and I wanted to see how it turned out. This series started out pretty interesting (although with many of the same racial blind spots as most SciFi), but I lost interest somewhere around the 3rd book. Recommended if you are OCD about finishing things.

A Fragile Power (Chandra Mukerji) – this is an interesting science studies book on how “big science” works, using two oceanographic institutes (Wood’s Hole and Scripps, thinly disguised as “Big Lab” and “Blue Lab” for IRB reasons, presumably) as case studies. It describes issues like power dynamics within the lab, tensions between engineers who make the instruments and the scientists that use them, how the government uses scientists to further their own ends, and so on. Her main thesis is that the state uses its funding power to maintain a sort of “reserve” of scientific expertise — in the case of the military, they have an interest in people who understand and can map the sea floor, and so they fund scientists to train students in the use of these technologies. Although “big science” is not “academic engineering,” many of the observations she makes in her book do seem relevant. I don’t think anyone has done a study of this sort on academic engineering, where there is a lot more industry sponsorship. A good thesis topic for… someone else. Highly recommended.

The Space Between Us (Thrity Umrigar) – a novel about a Parsee widow and her relationship with her servant, who has been with her for a long time. At times touching, and at other times melodramatic, it exemplifies a kind of middle-class sensibility about poverty and class-relations in India. The personal tragedies don’t transform into a larger critique of the system. I’m sure Amitava Kumar would have something more intelligent to say about it. Somewhat recommended (cautiously) if you’re interested in South Asian lit in English.

Unseen Academicals (Terry Pratchett) – a Discworld novel about soccer. Perfect during the World Cup.

The Beautiful Struggle (Ta-Nehisi Coates) – a touching and beautifully written memoir about growing up in Baltimore, raised by an ex-Black Panther father. Coates struggles against the expectations of his father and himself, becoming Conscious and getting the Knowledge that his father prized so much. Highly recommended.

Passport Pictures (Amitava Kumar) – a book about immigration, unheard voices, the politics of knowledge, where the rubber of theory meets the road of reality in postcolonial and transnational studies. The best part about this book is how it questions itself and how it takes what might be arch turn of phrase and actually tries to answer it. For example, “if the word ‘curry’ doesn’t have a stable referent or a fixed origin, how can its changing use by postcolonials be seen as a sign of resistance?” Recommended for those with an interest in immigration from South Asia and a taste for some postcolonial theory (but with examples! And poetry! And photography!)

Inherent Vice (Thomas Pynchon) – this was definitely not what I expected. A kind of potboiler of a detective novel but with more drugs and cultural references than you could shake a stick at. A tribute to LA in some era that I can’t recognize. Much more approachable than the monster tomes that Pynchon has put out (and I have not read), this book was also a real page turner.

The City and The City (China Mieville) – I, like others, am a bit of a China Mieville fanboy, but I think this is one of his better novels (it derailed a bit at the end for me, but I don’t want to give anything away). It’s set in a very strange city — two cities in the same place, to be precise, and it really brings up a lot of interesting questions about society divisions, (un)seeing, and global politics. The allegory doesn’t seem too far from reality. Recommended!

Not-so-recent reads

Mixing It Up: Taking on the Media Bullies and Other Reflections (Ishmael Reed) — This is a collection of Reed’s more recent writings, with big pieces on Don Imus, Kobe Bryant, and the John McWhorter. He also has a set of interviews with Sonny Rollins and a nice essay on Charles Chesnutt. Reed’s writing is ascerbic as ever, but I found the essays a mixed bag. For me, some of the nicest pieces were the shorter ones, but they were all thought-provoking.

Karnak Café (Naguib Mahfouz) — This is a short novella set after the war in which Egypt lost Sinai. The narrator frequents this cafe where three younger university students also hang out. The three disappear one day during a string of arrests and return months later. The narrator begins to learn of their experiences and how their lives were destroyed by the government’s manipulation. It’s a tightly written and compelling story that seems all-too-relevant these days. I highly recommend it.

Jhegaala (Steven Brust) — This is the latest in the Vlad Taltos series, and is mainly about untangling the hidden relationships in a small town of Easterners. If you like the series already (or are addicted) you will read it anyway, and it definitely will not make sense without reading the rest of the series…

Yellow : Race in American Beyond Black and White (Frank H. Wu) — One of the earlier books on Asian Americans and politics that was targeted towards a large readership. Although it feels a little dated now (if that is possible), it still makes some solid points. However, the end of the book was a bit disappointing, with its big love for Deep Springs.

Let’s Get Free : A Hip-Hop Theory of Justice (Paul Butler) — After a riveting first chapter, ex-prosecutor Butler takes us on a tour of how the modern criminal justice system is stacked and requires active resistance from the public. He’s an expert on jury nullification, which I didn’t know about before. However, the book kind of derails in the last few chapters with its discussion of new technologies feeling a bit more rambling than making a tight point. It was a quick and interesting read, though.

New Roots in America’s Sacred Ground (Khyati Joshi) — This was a study of mostly middle-class 2nd generation desis and their religious practices. The strong parts of the book came from the interviews, but I wasn’t sure if I agreed with all of its conclusions. Also the focus on professionals versus working-class people makes me feel like the picture was incomplete.

Slumberland (Paul Beatty) — A deeply weird tale of DJ Darky (Schallplattenunterhalter Dunkelmann), who moves to Berlin to find an old jazzman and complete the most perfect beat. I couldn’t put this book down, but I think it appealed to me because of the combination of Germany and jazz.

Faceless Killers (Henning Mankell) — An early Kurt Wallander mystery. People say his mysteries are more violent than the norm, but I found it engrossing albeit depressing.

Maus I and Maus II (Art Spiegelman) — This is a re-read — I had read them apart and now I read them back to back. A must-read.

Writing for Social Scientists (Harold Becker) — I’m not a social scientist, but this book has a lot of useful advice on how to write and edit, which I think would have been useful while writing my thesis but is also good for thinking about research projects in general.

Asterios Polyp (David Mazzucchelli) — It’s a pretty amazingly constructed graphic novel about Ideas about Art, incredibly controlled to the point of sometimes feeling trite, but the way in which style and substance are married on the page makes it a real delight to read.

Black Hole (Chris Burns) — Deeply disturbing and somewhat traumatic and somewhat hopeful. I’ve been wanting to read this since an excerpt was published in McSweeney’s comics issue.

Interracial Intimacies (Randall Kennedy) — The first (and largest) part of the book is a history of black-white race relations in America from the perspective of interracial relationships. Kennedy chooses historical examples carefully to advance the thesis that deep and meaningful romantic relationships existed even during slavery. He then spends the last two chapters of the book railing against any and all race-matching in adoption, including a rather stunningly misguided argument against the Indian Child Welfare Act (ICWA). In all of these arguments, Kennedy blithely dismisses some studies as wrong because they contradict his opinion (invalid), others for having low sample counts (valid), but in all cases argues his own point via anecdote. While detailed research and example cases help bolster his points about history, they fail stunningly to make a rational case about policy, and his un-nuanced view further highlights the poverty of his own evidence. In a sense, Kennedy advances a moral argument (“race matching is bad”) by saying contrary evidence is not representative but never making the case that his own evidence is representative. Maybe lawyers shouldn’t make arguments about ethics. In any case, this book left a bad taste in my mouth, not because I think race-matching is always good, but because the argument was so bad.

In Memoriam Dorothy Vickers-Shelley

I learned today that my grade school librarian, Dorothy Vickers-Shelley, passed away last week. It’s difficult for me to explain how much she affected my life and the lives of all the children she taught. She struck fear into our little hearts by threatening to hang us up by our toe-nails or skewer us with her purple-pointed stick if we were naughty, and thrilled us by reading us stories and personally picking out books she thought we would enjoy. She gave me a job when I was in middle school and I spent part of a glorious summer working in the library. She was the library at Yankee Ridge. But the most important thing she taught us is encapsulated in the creed she wrote that we would recite every time we went to the library:

Life is short. Therefore I shall be a crusader in the fight against ignorance and fear, beginning with myself.

Goodbye, Ms. Vickers-Shelley. You will always have a place in my heart.

Reads from the first half of 2009

Some reads from the first half of this year, in no particular order…

American Karma (Sunil Bhatia) — A qualitative study of a professional South Asian community in New England. Bhatia explores issues like how home/work are separated, how South Asian identity is maintained, and the stresses faced by these corporate employees. Of particular interest was how many would take accent reduction classes to move up the corporate ladder and the ways in which they would justify or apologize for their co-workers’ tokenization of them. There was also a lot about how the families interacted via their children with the school district. I thought it was a worthwhile read for people who are interested in South Asian American studies, but it might be a bit jargon-laden for some.

Funny You Don’t Look Like One (Drew Hayden Taylor) — This was a collection of essays by Ojibway writer Drew Hayden Taylor, collated from several different publications. I lacked context for a lot of what he talked about, such as Oka (warning, Wikipedia article is highly contested) and the Akwesasne cigarette “smuggling” debate. He is an engaging writer, and I enjoyed reading this book — it spurred me to read a bit more about the context, and that’s always a good thing.

The Karma of Brown Folk (Vijay Prashad) — Unlike Amardeep, I still think this book has a lot to offer South Asian Americans in terms of contextualizing the ties between India and the US diaspora and the ties that should exists between South Asians and other people of color in the US. Prashad paints a rather dire picture of things, but I think what is most lacking in South Asian youth is critical thinking, and this book does a good job of questioning the sociopolitical underpinnings of South Asian American culture, especially among the professional diaspora. Maybe it’s not a great book to teach from, and for sure it it biased, but it’s a groundbreaking work, I think. It has aged a bit (I last read it around when it came out), but I think it’s still valuable.

Making Money (Terry Pratchett) — This was a Discworld novel, this time sending up the banking industry. It was topical given the current crisis, and I found it entertaining in its formulaic way…

Steppin’ on a Rainbow (Kinky Friedman) — A sort of gonzo mystery novel set in Hawaii and full of schlock pulpy native stereotypes. Avoid.

Love Medicine (Louise Erdrich) — I really enjoyed this multi-generational novel about an extended Ojibwe family. It was a bit difficult to get into at first, but it definitely hooked me. What got me was how Erdrich gets under the complicated ways in which people show their love for each other and how inexplicable actions can make sense with the proper context…

Never Let Me Go (Kazuo Ishiguro) — This novel came highly recommended but I have to say that I wasn’t as enthralled with it. Ishiguro wrote an engrossing pseudo-dystopian narrative but the complacency of the narrator, rather than being harrowing, was simply disappointing. It did remind me a bit of some of the chapters in Cloud Atlas, but in the end I felt like the novel failed to make me care, somehow. Which is sad, because I really should care about these people. Maybe it’s more of a judgement on me…

Fifth Business (Roberton Davies) — This was also a recommendation, and I liked it, although not as much as R. Fifth Business is a memoir of a school teacher who grew up in a small town in Canada, fought through WWI and has the scars to show it. Although I did find the narrator a bit tiresome at times, I did like the form of a life-long bildungsroman.

The Ghost Brigades (John Scalzi) — This is a sequel to Old Man’s War and I didn’t like it as much as the original. Scalzi is often called the modern Heinlein, and like Heinlein, I found it a bit repetitive and was not too keen on its politics, such as they were.

Unruly Immigrants (Monisha Das Gupta) — This is a study of alternative social/political/economic movements within the South Asian American community. In particular, she looks at feminist, queer, and labor groups. She uses the phrases “place makers” to describe their activities versus the “place taker” actions that often characterize the majority South Asian community. I liked that turn of phrase. The book relies a lot on her own experiences with some of the groups as well as extensive interviews. One thing that pops out is the complexity of relations between South Asians from Asia and from the Caribbean and Africa, between different economic class groups when trying to organize domestic workers, and gender differences in labor and queer groups. It’s definitely worth reading for those who are interested in activism in the South Asian American community.

at the risk of infringing

This used to be one of my favorite Frank O’Hara poems, and I always wanted to do something meaningful with it, from an artistic view. I tried something for one of my composition classes but gave up. Maybe after I turn in my thesis I will become inspired…

Instant coffee with slightly sour cream
in it, and a phone call to the beyond
which doesn’t seem to be coming any nearer.
“Ah daddy, I wanna stay drunk many days”
on the poetry of a new friend
my life held precariously in the seeing
hands of others, their and my impossibilities.
Is this love, now that the first love
has finally died, where there were no impossibilities?

— Frank O’Hara

two Chinese-American novels

I read Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese last night — what a great graphic novel. It weaves together three story lines — a mythic tale of an arrogant Monkey King, a personal narrative of being one of a few Asian kids in grade school and high school, and a satire/sit-com of an All-American kid, Danny, who is embarrassed by a visit from his cousin Chin-Kee, a buck-toothed cariacture of the Chinese immigrant. Yang jumps from storyline to storyline and of course they all converge in the end. It’s a great piece of visual storytelling (or sequential art, or whatever you favorite term is). I checked this one out from the Morrison Reading Room, but I’m probably going to buy it the next time I go to Comic Relief.

Frank Chin’s Donald Duk is another book I read in the last year, and it deals with a lot of the same issues — it’s also set in San Francisco and deals with a kid named Donald trying to grapple with his identity. Chin also flashes between storylines; Donald has a recurring nightmare about building the transcontinental railroad. His dreams are also laden with epic storytelling, this time influenced by his Uncle’s Chinese opera stories. I knew Chin from his play The Chickencoop Chinaman, so I was excited to read his novel. It may be a bit tricky to find, since it’s published by a smaller press, but it’s well worth it.

If I was running an Asian American literature class, I’d definitely pair these two books up for discussion. The best thing about them is they got me thinking about my own writing again. Identity politics was starting to feel passé, but these stories still seem fresh.

The Shadow Lines

I just finished reading The Shadow Lines, by Amitav Ghosh, and I loved it. Ghosh’s unnammed narrator, a doctoral student from Calcutta studying in London, tells the story of his own childhood and his present life in England. As a boy, he was fascinated with his cousin Tridib, who was doing postdoctoral studies in archaeology. Tridib ties together the characters in the book — his brother Robi, the narrator, Ila, and Tridib’s lover, May. Through their memories and reminiscences we get a snapshot of a time in the 1960s, when Bangladesh was East Pakistan and the wounds of Partition were still fresh. The narrator’s desire for Ila, his cousin, the border with Bangladesh, Tridib’s relationship with May, and Ila’s displacement in the UK are all shadowy boundaries in Ghosh’s world. It wasn’t the kind of novel I’d necessarily have picked up and read before, but it was deeply moving and I’m glad I bought it. I was a big fan of In An Antique Land as well, so now I’m tempted to gorge on Ghosh like I would ghosht…