The Shining Sea by George C. Daughan

Although I do not know as much about the War of 1812 as America’s other wars, I have gained some knowledge based on books that intrigue me. This is the case with George Daughan’s The Shining Sea: David Porter and the Epic Voyage of the U.S.S. Essex during the War of 1812.

Shinning SeaThe first few months of the War of 1812 were a smashing success for the U.S. Navy against Britain’s Royal Navy. Trying to build on that success, Captain David Porter of the USS Essex, after failing to meet with two other U.S. Navy ships, set out to harass Britain’s whaling fleet in the Pacific Ocean. Although Porter’s cruise against the British whaling fleet was wildly successful, he frittered away his advantage by diverting the Essex and his prizes to the conquest of Nuku Hiva (part of the Marquesas Islands in the southern Pacific Ocean).

Daughan balances describing Porter’s excellent leadership of the Essex and Porter’s borderline stupid decision to claim Nuku Hiva for the United States. Among his many successes, Porter navigated the ship around South America’s Cape Horn, steered clear of the shifting Chilean political scene, prevented the ship’s crew from mutinying over food shortages, and skillfully deceived and captured many British whaling ships until it was too late to escape.

After commending Porter for the above actions, Daughan rightfully criticizes Porter’s boneheaded decision to capture Nuku Hiva. Daughan blames Porter’s missteps on his misplaced ego (he was trying to gain great riches and fame by topping the exploits of his fellow American naval captains).  Rather than escorting the captured whaling ships back to the United States, Porter decided to visit Nuku Hiva. Porter’s dithering also allowed the British to catch up with him and prevent him from leaving the harbor of Valparaiso, Chile without a fight.

The book is a great description of the Essex‘s voyage, but the placement of the maps is poor. All of the maps are placed at the front of the book rather than in the text. Maps should be placed in the text so that the reader can refer to them quickly while reading.

The book is an excellent description and analysis of David Porter’s cruise in southern Pacific Ocean.

The Frog Prince: A Fairy Tale for Consenting Adults by Stephen Mitchell

As I mentioned in the last post, when I was in a bit of a reading funk, and looking for quick interesting reads, I pulled down two books I had picked up at a library sale for a buck: The House of Paper and The Frog Prince. The Frog Prince
by Stephen Mitchell is labeled as a Fairy Tale for Consenting Adults:

The Frog PrinceIn this brilliant jewel of a book, the best-selling author of Tao Te Ching: A New English Version expands and deepens the classic fairy tale in the most surprising and delightful ways, giving new emphasis to its message of the transcendent power of love.

The Frog Prince tells the story of a meditative frog’s love for a rebellious princess, how she came to love him in spite of herself, and how her refusal to compromise helped him become who he truly was. This is a magical book that moves (amphibiously) from story to meditation and back, from the outrageous to the philosophical to the silly to the sublime. Profound, touching, written in prose as lively and unpredictable as a dream, The Frog Prince tickles the mind, opens the heart, and holds up a mirror to the soul.

The above publisher hyperbole aside, I found it to be an interesting exploration of the classic fairy tale with a philosophical/psychological bent.

I didn’t find it particularly profound, but it was well written and an easy read. I am not sure how the whole Tao Te Ching thing fit into the story either but, again, that element wasn’t terribly distracting.

Being a fan of fairy tales myself, I enjoyed the way Mitchell explored the role of classic tales such as this both as stories but also as insight into human nature and relationships. I also liked the way he took this basic story,what Mitchell calls the “condensed version”, and situated it within a time, place, and history of his own devising; explaining the history of magic and these tales while he is at it.

I think Publisher’s Weekly sums it up well:

Insubstantial though it may be, however, the tale is gracefully told, and sympathetic readers will find it an appealing tribute to the original.

If you have an interest in unpacking fairy tales I think you will enjoy this one.

The House of Paper by Carlos María Domínguez

I am a sucker for short books with interesting illustrations so when I stumbled upon The House of Paper, illustrated by Peter Sis, at a local library sale I couldn’t resist picking it up for a dollar.  But it ended up shelved with a number of other short works and never read.

Recently I was in a bit of a reading funk, however, and pulled it down and decided to read it.

dominguez_final.inddBluma Lennon, distinguished professor of Latin American literature at Cambridge, is hit by a car while crossing the street, immersed in a volume of Emily Dickinson’s poems. Several months after her untimely demise, a package arrives for her from Argentina-a copy of a Conrad novel, encrusted in cement and inscribed with a mysterious dedication. Bluma’s successor in the department (and a former lover) travels to Buenos Aires to track down the sender, one Carlos Brauer, who turns out to have disappeared.

The last thing known is that he moved to a remote stretch of the Uruguayan coastline and built himself a house out of his enormous and valuable library. How he got there, and why, is the subject of this seductive novel-part mystery, part social comedy, and part examination of all the many forms of bibliomania.

It turned out to an odd novella about the obsession that reading and book collecting can become.

While it was a quick, quirky and largely enjoyable read, it was also odd and ephemeral. Perhaps if you were more plugged into classical and international literature, or more obsessed with formal book collecting, the references and name dropping would mean more or deepen the story.

I know little to anything about Jorge Luis Borges or South American literature. And am not really knowledgeable about magical realism, particularly the South American variety. So references, homage, jokes and or attempts at capturing a particular style or voice were lost on me.

It was an interesting story to some degree but it felt like it never quite went anywhere.  The tension and mystery never really led to something or connected for me. The story just kind of ended.

Those more in tune with the above topics might find something more but it felt flat to me.  Here are two somewhat contrasting opinions:

Publisher’s Weekly:

It is amiable and sincere in its desire to add its voice to the master’s by revisiting some of his settings (including Buenos Aires) and subjects (Quixote, collecting, love, time and death). But it falls short of Borges’s own takes and is thus hard to read as more than a love letter. With 11 two-color illustrations by Peter Sís, the book is fun and sad in the right spots, but one never gets a fiendish enough sense of Domínguez’s own obsessions or his desire to plot them.

Interestingly enough, School Library Journal found it a good assignment for teen readers:

Its very brevity allows bright and biblioholic teen readers the opportunity to see a literary joke through–which is not to say a slight or insubstantial bit of literary twaddle–from setup to close. Dominguez references a variety of authors with whom college-prep students will be familiar and shows off a sprightly interpretation of South American magical realism. This would make an excellent suggestion for formal summer reading.

Perhaps I am too far past my “college-prep” years because I missed most of the references …

Happy narrative-historical Christmas

So here we have the true meaning of Christmas according to Matthew and Luke. It is not that the godhead is to be seen veiled in the flesh of the baby Jesus. The Christmas story simply is not about incarnation. It is about kingdom.

There are three parts to the story. First, God is about to take dramatic action in history to “judge” Israel—to punish the leadership in Jerusalem and to refine his people, as by fire. Secondly, a son is born who will not only save Israel from the consequences of its sins but will be established as king for ever over the restored community. Thirdly, the nations will see this manifestation of the sovereignty of Israel’s God and, in concrete ways, will acknowledge its theo-political significance for the ancient world.

That is all historical event, part of the grand narrative of the people of God. It’s our story. Have a great time celebrating it!

Andrew Perriman outlines a narrative-historical Christmas

Faith in an Emerging Culture?

I have only read one book in the Faith in an Emerging Culture Series from Paternoster (Re: Mission: Biblical Mission for a Post-Biblical Church) but the preface really captures where I am in my exploration of my faith these days:

It is common knowledge that Western culture has undergone major changes and we now find ourselves in an increasingly postmodern (or post-postmodern?), post Christendom, post industrial, post-just-about-anything-you-like world. The church now sits on the margins of western culture with a faith ‘package deal’ to offer the world that is perceived as out of date and irrelevant. How can we recontextualize the old, old story of the gospel in the new, new world of postmodernity? How can we fulfill our missional calling in a world that cannot any longer understand or relate to what we are saying? ‘Faith in an Emerging Culture’ seeks to imaginatively rethink Christian theology and practice in postmodern ways. It does not shrink from being explorative, provocative and controversial but is at the same time committed to remaining within the bounds of orthodox Christian faith and practice. Most readers will find things to agree with and things which will irritate them but we hope at very least to provoke fresh thought and theological/spiritual renewal.

So much so that I am using the first half as a teaser for my Sunday School class in 2015. I think these questions and issues have only become more relevant and important even as the term “emerging” in connection with church has mostly faded.

Lean On Pete by Willy Vlautin

Someone recommended Willy Vlautin on Facebook, I think it might have been Kevin Wignall, and I picked up Lean On Pete for my Kindle for $.99.  A low risk purchase obviously. I am not sure what I was expecting but it was definitely a unique style and perspective:

Lean on PeteFifteen-year-old Charley Thompson wants a home, food on the table, and a high school he can attend for more than part of a year. But as the son of a single father working in warehouses across the Pacific Northwest, Charley’s been pretty much on his own. When tragic events leave him homeless weeks after their move to Portland, Oregon, Charley seeks refuge in the tack room of a run-down horse track. Charley’s only comforts are his friendship with a failing racehorse named Lean on Pete and a photograph of his only known relative. In an increasingly desperate circumstance, Charley will head east, hoping to find his aunt who had once lived a thousand miles away in Wyoming — but the journey to find her will be a perilous one.

The story certainly had some interesting characters and unique perspectives but, man, it was pretty brutal and depressing.

Not much of a plot either. The whole story is Charley trying to find some semblance of stability or normalcy and failing. Bad things happen. Rinse, Repeat. Something good finally happens to Charley: the end.

You really wanted something good to happen, some ray of sunshine in this bleak world Charley finds himself in. That is what kept me reading I guess.

But for long stretches of the story events felt random and disconnected. And increasingly hard to believe. Something bad happens and Charley runs. From Portland to Wyoming.

Perhaps that was the point, to highlight the constantly shifting and terrifying world of being young and homeless, or even young and without appropriate parental support.  Forced to steal and hide and try desperately to find a way out. There is no neat plot line or process.  It is just a constant fight to stay alive and to keep going.

As I said, interesting at times and some of the characters were well done. But just too bleak and depressing for me.