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When Kristin Collier’s husband revealed to her that he suffered what medical jargon names as “gender dysphoria,” she and he and the kids went to the l
When Kristin Collier’s husband revealed to her that he suffered what medical jargon names as “gender dysphoria,” she and he and the kids went to the library and came back with “books on dinosaurs, bugs, castles and transsexuals.” Included in their haul was at least one good memoir detailing the experience of transitioning, but no account of what the experience might be like for a gender-changer’s spouse. A Yahoo Groups forum for old partners of newly transitioning folks eventually provided a common ground where she could learn, explore, and exchange. After a certain point, though, she felt called to take into account her own circumstances and map out the winding path to truth as she had come to know it. “I have attempted to write the book,” she says, as heart-opening memoirs often do, “that I was longing for at that time.” It’s a boots-on-the-ground odyssey through norms, expectations, inner experience—the phases and nuances of coming to terms with one’s own changes when the acknowledged inner truth of a loved one changes radically. Her prose is at once straight forward and evocative. The cast of characters that pass through her kitchen in the progressive college town where she lives are recognizable, and yet singular. Each is given the dignity of his or her own life, and understanding of that life. As a spoiler her former husband transitions successfully, they continue to live under the same roof with their two kids, and they become “parenting partners.” These facts, though, are just the book’s skeleton. Its flesh and blood is the narrative of uncertainty, and of the acceptance of uncertainty, that she works through as she learns to stay in close and trusting relationship with her parenting partner—while exploring her need for community and testing her hope for romantic intimacy. Quite sufficient, but never excessive, details are provided about both the changes in her sexual relationship with her parenting partner, as well as her exploration of the unsought freedom that comes to her after they agree to stop sharing a bed. I thought it was in these details that her book achieved its most artful transparency. The courage and skill with which she laid bare, discretely, but with some completeness, both the inner landscapes and outer circumstances of her new relationships took my breath away. It occurs to me that perhaps her candor was inspired by her parenting partner Seda’s coming out as female-identified. Because Kristin, in effect, outs herself as cis-gendered. She writes of her experience of femininity, of what she wanted in a relationship, what she got, and what the differences were and what they might mean. She owns her desires, ponders them, experiments with them. Her descriptions of the men in her life achieve an even-handed vulnerability that give the sometimes loose narrative of the second part a potent charm. One gets the impression that from an early age and by necessity she was self-reliant, but that in her attempt to nurture fresh love that she can integrate into her existing family structure she achieved a remarkably clear vision of who she is in relation to all that she desires. Merged review: When Kristin Collier’s husband revealed to her that he suffered what medical jargon names as “gender dysphoria,” she and he and the kids went to the library and came back with “books on dinosaurs, bugs, castles and transsexuals.” Included in their haul was at least one good memoir detailing the experience of transitioning, but no account of what the experience might be like for a gender-changer’s spouse. A Yahoo Groups forum for old partners of newly transitioning folks eventually provided a common ground where she could learn, explore, and exchange. After a certain point, though, she felt called to take into account her own circumstances and map out the winding path to truth as she had come to know it. “I have attempted to write the book,” she says, as heart-opening memoirs often do, “that I was longing for at that time.” It’s a boots-on-the-ground odyssey through norms, expectations, inner experience—the phases and nuances of coming to terms with one’s own changes when the acknowledged inner truth of a loved one changes radically. Her prose is at once straight forward and evocative. The cast of characters that pass through her kitchen in the progressive college town where she lives are recognizable, and yet singular. Each is given the dignity of his or her own life, and understanding of that life. As a spoiler her former husband transitions successfully, they continue to live under the same roof with their two kids, and they become “parenting partners.” These facts, though, are just the book’s skeleton. Its flesh and blood is the narrative of uncertainty, and of the acceptance of uncertainty, that she works through as she learns to stay in close and trusting relationship with her parenting partner—while exploring her need for community and testing her hope for romantic intimacy. Quite sufficient, but never excessive, details are provided about both the changes in her sexual relationship with her parenting partner, as well as her exploration of the unsought freedom that comes to her after they agree to stop sharing a bed. I thought it was in these details that her book achieved its most artful transparency. The courage and skill with which she laid bare, discretely, but with some completeness, both the inner landscapes and outer circumstances of her new relationships took my breath away. It occurs to me that perhaps her candor was inspired by her parenting partner Seda’s coming out as female-identified. Because Kristin, in effect, outs herself as cis-gendered. She writes of her experience of femininity, of what she wanted in a relationship, what she got, and what the differences were and what they might mean. She owns her desires, ponders them, experiments with them. Her descriptions of the men in her life achieve an even-handed vulnerability that give the sometimes loose narrative of the second part a potent charm. One gets the impression that from an early age and by necessity she was self-reliant, but that in her attempt to nurture fresh love that she can integrate into her existing family structure she achieved a remarkably clear vision of who she is in relation to all that she desires. ...more |
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| The topic of abortion divides the American mind. For while the electorate has consistently rejected an unending series of fetal personhood ballot init The topic of abortion divides the American mind. For while the electorate has consistently rejected an unending series of fetal personhood ballot initiatives, polls still show a significant portion of citizens imagine abortion to be immoral. This division, not between American minds, but within the American mind, is the topic and the target of Katha Pollitt’s Pro. In the United States more than a million abortions a year are performed. One in three american women will have had an abortion before they reach menopause, and a majority of those women will already be mothers. Of the non-mothers who have an abortion, a majority of those will go on to have a child—presumably when their life circumstances can better accommodate the task of child-rearing. These facts are important because they correct the simplifying slander perpetrated by anti-choicers about women who've chosen to have abortions. They are not helpless uninformed girls or women seeking a consequence-free life--they're everybody And that means that everybody knows several somebodies who have made the choice to have an abortion, although they may not know that they know them. Abortions are “this common secret” (to cite the title of gynecologist Dr. Susan Wicklund’s insightful memoir). This secrecy is produced in large part by a big rhetorical shame machine run by zealots. Those pictures of snipped up babies (which are almost invariably images of nonviable fetuses) take a toll on the psyche and divide the mind. All too often one makes the all too easy conclusion that abortions are immoral—without thinking all the way through the consequences of that designation. Pollitt zeros in on how much of the success of abortion access opponents has its source in the way they can exploit the equivocation around the term “immoral.” Is terminating a pregnancy, she asks, “immoral as in, I want to berate you for getting into this mess and then I’ll drive you to the clinic? Or immoral as in, Now that you’re in this mess, you have to have that baby?” Legislators are able to govern as if it were the latter, when the vast majority of Americans (even Catholics, polls show) really believe something more like the former. Even for hardcore abortion opponents the opposition all too often comes from an idealized vision of sexual morality that one would like to extend to others, but that disappears when it comes into conflict with the difficulties of lived experience within one’s immediate circle. Like Rob Portman, the family values Senator who had “a change of heart” about marriage equality when his son revealed he was gay, when a conception indicator turns positive the “it’s immoral” position tends to melt into the “it’s complicated” position. Abortion's opponents prey upon that gap between the rigidity of American ideals and the compassion and practical sense with which Americans tend to lead their lives. And that is why, despite the failure of personhood amendments, state legislatures have been able to end run the will of the people and close down a ton of clinics by enacting a series of senseless bureaucratic jumping hoops making it prohibitively expensive to run a clinic and more and more and more vexing to be a patient. While zealots attack abortion access directly, it’s Pollitt’s analysis that liberal politicians who don’t want to run afoul of the “it’s immoral” equivocation concede too much. For example in their stump speeches Bill and Hillary Clinton have for decades used the line “abortion should be safe, legal, and rare.” In this way they stand for the autonomy of women while conceding significant ground to the idealizing sensibility of abortion’s absolutist opponents. What is to be done? Pollitt would like to see the concessions cease, and the good sense of the choice to have an abortion when in tangled circumstances recognized and affirmed. “I want us to start thinking of abortion as a positive social good and saying this out loud.” Abortion is often seen as a bad thing for society, a sign of hedonism, materialism and hyperindividualism. I argue that, on the contrary, access to legal abortion is a good thing for society and helping a woman obtain one is a good deed. Instead of shaming women for ending a pregnancy, we should acknowledge their realism and self-knowledge. We should accept that it’s good for everyone if women have only the children they want and can raise well. One of the virtues of this book that I haven’t touched on in this review is the way in which the parallel issues of birth control, gender roles, and sexual decision-making are taken up as part of her larger argument. I also think she does a good job of characterizing and not caricaturing her opponents’ views, and providing historical knowledge that contextualizes the current debate. There is a perception that since Roe v. Wade the abortion question has been settled in the U.S., and therefore abortion politics is for hotheads. But it continues as a vital debate of enormous consequence. It would only take a couple of untimely deaths of Supreme Court justices during the wrong administration and an existing constitutional right held as precious by tens of millions could disappear at the stroke of a pen. A tiny fraction of Americans want this desperately, while the majority of Americans, protected by Roe, have never had to do the work to own what polls and behaviours and unguarded conversations indicate they really do think. Anyone with any ambition to participate in national life as it relates to the humane quest for intimacy and pleasure, as well as autonomy and bodily sovereignty, will benefit from an encounter with Katha Pollitt’s arguments and meditations. Review written in 2015, minor revisions done on 5/3/22 ...more |
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| I found Playing the Whore to be a fresh, innovative, and strongly voiced reflection on sex worker politics. So I was a little thrown off when I turned I found Playing the Whore to be a fresh, innovative, and strongly voiced reflection on sex worker politics. So I was a little thrown off when I turned to the reviews—as well as the comments on various blogs, Goodreads, and Amazon—to find how many readers found the book to be tired, wandering, and ranting. Perhaps my bias in favor of desacralizing sex made me completely forgiving of some issues of tone that I didn’t not notice, and completely sympathetic to the book’s central notion that sex work is work and should be afforded the protections of work. In this review I want to voice my reaction to Playing the Whore and its disappointed readers in two ways. In the first part I’ll suggest the kind of book this book is not. Perhaps this may be helpful to the many readers who found it a frustrating read, but who also mentioned that they had caught glimpses of its intelligence and power. Perhaps an explicit consideration of how this argument does not proceed will help such readers recognize and bracket expectations they may have imposed upon it. Maybe, then, it can be given another shot on its own terms. In the second part I’ll restate Grant’s central arguments and add commentary about why I find them to be so persuasive. My audience for this effort is, again, those of her intrigued readers who had a decisively mixed reaction to her arguments as arguments. --One of the ways a reader and a book can miss each other is when the reader is looking for the book to do stuff the book itself has no interest in doing. So here are some observations about what the book is not attempting. This is not an outreach book. Playing the Whore does not seek to persuade those who think that sex work isn’t work by confronting the reasons that they might think that in a staged pro-con debate. Such a book would be an interesting act of citizenship and I wish someone would write it, but that’s not what’s happening here. Instead this author seeks to be persuasive by citing ethnographers, anthropologists, and sociologists who’ve studied the views of sex workers by talking to them to establish the proposition that for the vast majority of those who do it, sex work feels like the other kinds of work that they have also done. She will then go on to argue that to grant sex workers the dignity of their own understanding of their own motivations would radically change the conversation around sex work. This is not a book on Sex Worker Feminism 101, nor a manifesto. A representative Goodreads comment complains, “The illustrations and polemics (one might say rants) collected here demonstrate that the prevailing logic about sex work is inadequate, but the book fails to cohere into a helpful alternative way to think about sex work.” I would agree with this reader that there is more critique here than affirmative program, but I would also say that demonstrating the inadequacy of the prevailing logic of a very deeply held set of cultural beliefs is kind of a lot. I appreciate the hunger to be taught more of the background of the arguments used so that their coherence and implication might have the look and feel of a more executive view, but would also point out that the book’s humility strikes me as one of its virtues. Grant knows what she knows deftly, even tenaciously, but it was my impression that she wanted to admit an element of uncertainty about how to go forward. Her plea isn’t for this or that unified policy, but the more democratic call that sex workers be included in policy discussions so as to become less its object and more its subject. The What-Is-To-Be-Done question remains for each sympathetic reader within the confines of his or her activist circumstances, but the preference for decriminalizing or legalizing sex work perhaps along the lines of the New Zeeland model, revoking the policy of making U.S. foreign aid contingent on the distressed government signing an anti-prostitution pledge, asking law enforcement to work with a much more informed and nuanced distinction between prostitution and trafficking, as well as support for the positions with respect to prostitution articulated by The World Health Organization, Human Rights Watch, Amnesty International as well as SWOP (Sex Workers Outreach Program) seem pretty programmatically clear-cut. This is not a memoir. Although Grant lets it be known that she has done sex work and so considers herself to be speaking as one of the “them” against whom so much public scorn and police resources have been directed, her arguments do not draw upon her particular experience in this labor market. She explains why: “So often in telling sex work stories, the storytelling process is a form of striptease indistinguishable from sex work itself, a demand to create a satisfyingly revealing story, for audiences whose interest is disguised as compassion or curiosity.” In a word, she has learned it’s not safe for a sex worker to tell her story. It seems that given the surrounding culture they can only be read, and so can only be written, as a story of degradation or empowerment. If this seems like an extreme generalization, try to find an existing narrative about doing sex work that can’t be reduced to the proposition that the work is dehumanizing or (less often but at least as suspect) liberating. But while this is not a memoir, I think it is fair to call it a work of intellectual biography—a reckoning and coming to terms with the sources that have produced her mind. Grant has long been reflecting on the way in which the figure of the prostitute has appeared in media and been used by those whose sense of their own respectability dictates a condemnatory stance. She’s invested a good part of her life reading and thinking and writing about labor, sex, activism, and politics, and sussing out the forces that resist seeing the commonality between sex work and other kinds of intimate service. She’s also interviewed and worked with and been an activist alongside of those seeking to have the needs and concerns of sex workers included in policy debates about prostitution and trafficking. She’s also apparently spent a good amount of time in the COYOTE and the Center for Sex and Culture archives steeping herself in the history of sex worker advocacy and its complicated and ever-changing relation to other feminisms. So her influences are myriad and her absorption of them strike me as mighty and not impersonal, and yet I suspect it’s this virtue that causes spot problems with the book’s tone. Here and there you’re not sure who she’s talking to, or you realize that she’s talking to fellow sex workers now when just a paragraph ago she was talking to a general leftish wonkish reader or those who hew to a particular line of academic analysis which is not itself fully cited. I say this in an effort to acknowledge the perceptions of readers who did not feel the book was for them, but I also say it to insist the book is or can be for any reader ambitious to come under the influence of a deeply sourced work that breaks new ground. --Having discussed what the book is not, I’ll now sketch and comment on what I see as its three most innovative and well-made arguments. Argument One: If the arc of history is to bend toward justice the set of automatic, default assumptions about women who sell sex must change. Playing the Whore takes a long and large view by taking note of how the figure of the woman who sells sex has evolved. In Grant’s words, “Commercial sex—as a practice and an industry—as well as the class of people within it are continuously being reinvented.” She goes on to describe how the pre-modern figure of the whore was used to designate any woman who, for whatever reason, had sex outside marriage. Women who sold sexual services didn't get to have their own special smear word until the late Nineteenth Century. It has only been in the last hundred and thirty years or so that the term “prostitute,” a word which originally meant to sell something illicit, came to exclusively designate women who fucked for money. The whore was an outcast, but the prostitute was seen as a fallen woman assumed to have an original dignity. Like the whore she was despised, but now with an admixture of pity. In the public mind she was “a fantasy of absolute degradation.” From the point of view of respectability politics she was a problem to be solved, and a set of do-gooder charitable institutions and legal interventions arose to try to save her, in a telling phrase, “for her own good.” And that’s kind of where we are now. Grant embraces “sex worker” as the progressive term. It has the virtue of having been coined (in the 1970’s) by a woman in the trade and has been adopted by the activist and advocacy organizations formed by sex workers themselves. In recent years it seems to have gained some traction in the larger community.Argument Two: Sex work is work. This is the book’s main argument, and I wish she had been just a little less subtle and a bit more direct in dealing with her main non-argumentative opponent: the yuck factor. Because people who don’t think sex work is work don’t think that because when they imagine themselves doing it what comes to them, to use a crucial phrase quoted earlier, is “a fantasy of absolute degradation.” If you opine that the laws against soliciting and prostitution are absurd such people will taunt you with, “Would you want your daughter doing sex work?” as if the only thing standing between doing sex work and not are harsh laws against it. If my worst nightmare is entering relations with a stranger for any reason whatsoever except experimental or marital intimacy, to say that an exchange of money can make a sex act into an act of labor is going to make as much sense to me as to call acting in a snuff film acting. What Grant might say if she were to speak directly to those fighting to be rational against their own yuck factor is: “It’s not about you.” Or even, “It’s only about you if you make it about you—and before you do that you might want to talk to the folks having sex for money to see if maybe different folks have different yuck thresholds, perhaps related to being in different economic circumstances.” She then goes on to explain that the work of sex work doesn’t take place at the moment of penetrative horror as it’s imagined by a non-sex worker. It is, rather, the more prosaic pretending of a certain kind of mutuality. Acting as if we share our customers’ desires is the work of sex work. But that’s not the same as allowing our customers to define our sexuality….Sex work is not simply sex; it is a performance, it is playing a role, demonstrating a skill, developing empathy within a set of professional boundaries. All this could be more easily recognized and respected as labor were it the labor of a nurse, a therapist, or a nanny. To insist that sex work is work is also to affirm there is a difference between a sexualized form of labor and sexuality itself. Let’s be clear: Nobody is trying to wish the yuck factor away. What is being called for, instead, is the common sense recognition that all labor is more or less alienating. A therapist doesn’t listen to you because he cares what you think, not the way a friend might care. A nanny doesn’t change a kid’s diapers because she shares a natural bond with him. A nurse doesn’t debride an old man’s bedsores because she’s only all about healing. Money creates these relationships. And moreover, people are often grossed out at work. In fact, learning not to be grossed out is a big part of the early learning curve of many professions. The more one thinks about the all too arbitrary and personal and distributed nature of the yuck factor, the less sense it makes to make policy in its name. Argument Three: Sex work is work, but it’s not yet “a job like any other.” A law against theft endangers me only at the moment that I steal, but the criminalization of sex work leads to the police going on the Internet to pose as customers so as to entrap sex workers (and in some jurisdictions their prospective clients). It would be as if they set valuable apparently unsecured items in front of me hoping I would take them so that they could swoop down on me and read me my rights. And what sex workers are arrested for is very rarely having sex, but for agreeing to have sex. “Prostitution is,” Grant observes, “much of the time, a talking crime.” It’s also a crime that rarely goes to trial because the point of these arrests is harassment—cuffing, humiliation, publication, making the work more dangerous and unpleasant. In the age of the Internet when the street scene has largely disappeared, the point of stings is in no non-tortured sense the protection of the law-abiding from the law-breaking. This climate of illegality leads to a big package deal of distorted thinking. "Crimininalization” isn’t just a law on the books but a state of being and moving in the world, of forming relationships—of having them predetermined for you. This is why we demonize the customer’s perspective on the sex worker as one of absolute control, why we situate the real violence sex workers can face as the individual [violent] man’s responsibility, and why we imagine that all sex workers must be powerless to say no. From the viewpoint of most sex workers, Grant again cites the appropriate studies, what makes sex work unsafe isn’t as much customers as it is the police. This happens in two ways. First, they create the vulnerability of sex workers to criminally inclined clients by necessitating all-too-private encounters. Second, when a work-related crime is committed against a sex worker she becomes vulnerable to marking herself as a criminal by reporting it. --The walls of marijuana prohibition are being torn down, and big city American mayors and Latin American presidents are talking about “harm reduction” and “despenilizado” as preferred strategies to a war on harder drugs. Other once taboo behaviors are also being reconsidered. New Jersey is trying to get the federal ban on sports betting lifted, and the state of Delaware is selling its citizens parlay cards. The Supreme Court has determined that States can not outlaw acts of sodomy, and pretty near everybody probably knows some sodomites and thinks that they’re nice people. Perhaps most importantly, the fact that the U.S. incarcerates a far greater percentage of its citizens than any other country is starting to be felt as shameful even by those law-and-order types who take specific pride in the fact that their daughters are not whores. These things are happening because libertarian talking points are being explored, expounded, and modified by liberal politicians and left-leaning intellectuals. Melisa Gira Grant is a journalistic leader in this movement, and I think her eloquent voicing of this newly synthesized point of view as it pertains to sex work is important because I think politics are important. This is a book that at times preaches to the choir, but in a new idiom of representivity and solidarity. Does one dare to hope that a rare moment is upon us when the message might find it's way to the world at large? In the near future might a new liberal sensibility on these matters make common cause with the non-theocratic sectors of the small government parties so that they might go forth together to change the law? I found my reading aided by listening to Ms. Grant as a podcast guest. Here are some links where you can do that. -- The VICE Podcast The Whorecast The Belabored Podcast More Recent Articles Amnesty International’s Long-Due Support for Sex Workers Rights Related Articles not by MGG Celebrity Activists Get It Wrong on Amnesty International Sex Work Policy ...more |
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If this book were a machine it would be one that did a lot of different jobs and had a lot of moving parts. Moreover, it would come as a kit which one
If this book were a machine it would be one that did a lot of different jobs and had a lot of moving parts. Moreover, it would come as a kit which one would have to put together for oneself in accordance with the particular uses that came to mind. The fact that it’s for an as yet largely uncreated audience makes it interesting, intriguing, and maybe important. Several Good Reads reviews reckon with the fact that the book is not on the whole for them by suggesting that the reader skip over the essays whose language or point of view is unappealing. That’s probably good advice for any work composed of a large number of various voices. It’s also, though, worth noting that someone else is savoring and dwelling upon the very essays one samples and skips. There are two stances one can take toward this reading fact. The first is traditional different-strokes-for-different-folks tolerance. You read yours, and I’ll read mine. But, the volume can be said to represent an opportunity for readerly edge play. The point, of course, is not to convert a squik-out to a turn-on, but to come to a comfortable familiarity with a range of embodied experience different than one’s own. Because without some sense of an active inquiry into intimate experience as it exists outside the range of one’s bodily memories, tolerance tends toward indifference, and mores all too easily pass themselves off as morality. So The Feminist Porn Book offers, at a high level of abstraction, a safe place for a non-personal exploration of the philosophical form of the question: What is hot? By opening that seemingly conventional question up to also ask: For whom? When and where and how and why? And what innovations in hotness might be possible? And more specifically, what is hot when pornography prioritizes and celebrates female desire, pleasure, and orgasm? Many of the pornographers writing here are quite forthcoming about making the kind of porn they wanted to see, but could not find on the market. Many of the professorial students of porn are as candid as they can manage to be about the mysteries of their own vexed taste for porn. It all makes for an unprecedented exploration of the category of “the hot.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------- If you’re like me you’ve heard the term “sex positive” often enough to realize it was deployed by some self-conscious group that aspired to be a movement, but you had no information concerning the activists, performers, writers, scholars, and entrepreneurs who made the movement go. The Feminist Porn Book serves as a kind of informal genealogical survey of some of that movement’s central voices. One of the Amazon reviewers complained that “the same ten names are referenced over and over,” and while that’s true, to complain about it strikes me as ungenerous. That’s because these names often come up in the course of first person essays in which someone is celebrating or wrestling with their involvement with porn. As they explain their journey they cite the names of those they’ve met, argued with, and been influenced by. Assembling these “same ten names,” then, I would see as part of the book’s achievement. In a few short decades the direct influence of the vital lives of Betty Dodson, Nina Hartley, and Susie Bright will be lost to living memory. The Feminist Porn Book includes memoir-essays by these founding figures, as well as well as a lot of grateful citation by women whose lives, thought, expression, and inner-composure achieved through sexual and intellectual exploration they’ve made possible. I guess if you read a bunch of thank you notes as thank you notes they’d be pretty boring (unless they were written to you). But lines of gratitude are a way to enter the deeper mysteries of transmission, and are a crucial function of any writing whose aim is high influence. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- One of the things I admire about The Feminist Porn Book is the way it manages its relation to its powerful thousand-volumed older sister The Feminist Anti-Porn Book. As is recounted by several contributors, in the 1980’s some feminists’ advocacy of censoring sexual representations in the name of public morality was so powerful it became associated in the public mind with feminism itself. Andrea Dworkin argued with passionate and influential conviction that because pornography dehumanized women it should be criminalized, and the law professor Catherine McKinnon made serious inroads in getting laws passed that would have allowed women to sue venues showing pornography for violating their civil rights. The essayist Robin Morgan coined WAP’s (Women Against Pornography) rallying cry: “Pornography is the theory, rape is the practice.” These abolitionist fears about the effects of representation were so powerfully set out in the 1980’s that one hears them voiced as instant reactions even today. For example in a Good Reads response to this book someone wrote, “The fact that people apologizing and working for the filmed rape industry can call themselves "feminists" just goes to show how meaningless that word has become.” Confronted by this denunciation of their choices and decisions to participate in the porn industry, or introduce a porn canon and conditions-of-production-and-reception study into university curriculums, one might imagine that the women writing in The Feminist Porn Book might be a little irritated by their judgmental older sister. But, by and large, they don’t come across as counter-judgmental. Many acknowledge the provoking influence of the Dworkin-McKinnon arguments as they sought views that would square their experience of lived sexuality and encounters with porn. Perhaps coming to some kind of terms with one’s inner-puritan is a crucial part of any ethical development. But now, immersed in their own projects of creating an inclusive, ethical and consent-based pornography that is still hot and profitable, they are at peace with what they have to offer. Many are willing to be in dialogue with the sister who sees them as wretchedly misguided, but they do not seek her permission. They know what they are about and what they’re trying to do. They have porn to make, and a world to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- My favorite essay was “Imag(in)ing Possibilities: The Psychotherapeutic Potential of Queer Pornography.” It was written by the psychotherapist Keiko Lane, and like so many of these essays what made it good was her complication of a received interpretation. In this case it’s the one that says that an attraction to violent sex can only indicate the presence of a trauma history which must not be "acted out." The idea is that one seeks out degrading actual encounters (this is used to explain sex workers to themselves) or virtual ones (through a taste for rough sex pornography) in order to relive or reverse childhood abuse. Now that this can happen is an agreed-upon thing, a premise that any competent therapist will have in mind. But that account of someone’s motivation is a small swath on a large spectrum, and there’s a tendency on the part of insight therapists to imagine it as the answer—the one about which the client must be convinced for the sake of her own self-knowledge. So the story that Dr. Lane tells is of being “an out queer therapist” doing her internship and being assigned “a butch-identified dyke in her late twenties.” This client had in fact been sexually abused as a child, and had “fantasies of being in charge” which she borrowed from pornography “made by and for straight men.” Dr. Lane had some kind of discussion, largely undisclosed, with her client about her desire and its possible meanings and implications. Apparently the discussions did not focus on the danger of her desires—but left open the possibility that under the right circumstances they could be the source of mutual consensual pleasure and fulfillment. After the session ended, I turned off the tape recorder. I had a brief fantasy of erasing the tape, because I didn’t sound like any of the neutral-toned psychoanalytic therapists in the case studies my supervisor had been giving me to read. My fantasies of erasing the tape, or even just misplacing it, were quickly supplanted by a sinking feeling of dread over sharing it with my supervisor. It turns out that Dr. Lane’s forebodings were well founded. Her supervisor did not want her to discuss with her client the possibility of “healing enactments.” I argued with my supervisor about this for weeks. She was interested in my idea about symbolized enactments, but still felt that my client was setting herself up to traumatize herself or someone else. Eventually she told me that I had to confront my client, to caution her against enacting her fantasies and urge her to explore them only verbally. The young therapist did as she was told, and felt crappy about it—as if she’d betrayed her client’s courage in bringing forward her desire. The essay then pivots to describe “a class called Queer Bodies in Psychotherapy” which Dr. Lane teaches to graduate students in a clinical psychology program. It’s a class in which pornography is part of the curriculum for reasons she explains, and the issue of enactment presumably gets a fuller and more nuanced hearing than was available even just ten years ago. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The most important thing about The Feminist Porn Book is that it documents and forwards an ongoing conversation. As I was writing this review Twitter told me that the second annual Feminist Porn Conference would be held on April third and fourth of 2014 at the University of Toronto's Mark S. Bonham Centre for Sexual Diversity Studies. If the topic intrigues you, but after sampling this book you don’t share my enthusiasm for it, stay tuned: there’s more to come. -- Here's a list of presentation titles for the 2014 Feminist Porn Conference referred to above. Feminist Porn 101: What It Is, What It Isn’t, and Why It Matters Consent & Authenticity: Interrogating Two Feminist Porn Tenets Feminist/Porn Battlegrounds: Religion, The Law and…Tumblr Theory/Practice: Masochistic Femininity and Feminist Kink Porn Our Great Grand Queers: Porn Before WWII Turned On: New Technologies, Sexual Interface & Feminist Erotic Media Business Track: If You Build It, They Will .com: Feminist Porn Website Development & Troubleshooting Race and Sexual Labor on Screen: Perspectives from a Performer, a Viewer, and an Academic Research It, Archive It, Teach It, Do It: Sex Work in the Academy Love the Whore You’re With: Self-Care & Allyship for Sex Workers Turned On: New Technologies, Sexual Interface & Feminist Erotic Media -- Contrapuntal Reading Glosswitch writes, "The underlying thought behind sex-positive feminism is conservative and unimaginative, fearing a sexless void should patriarchy ever vacate the space it currently fills." I find this a puzzling formulation, but here is a link to the essay. "Sex Positive" Feminism doing patriarchy's work for it -- Conference Tweets So the Conference is over, but Claire Litton helpfully created a storify tweet archive. Unfortunately I can't post a direct link because you have to have a Storify account to see it--but it's free to set one up, and only takes seconds. Then you can search Storify for "Feminist Porn Conference 2014: Day 2." Or search Twitter for the Conference hashtag: #fpcon2 ...more |
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When I read a book that teaches me something I can usually say what I’ve been taught. But that’s not the case for Kacie Cunningham’s Conquer Me: girl to girl wisdom about fulfilling your submissive desires. Maybe the thing I understood after reading this book that I didn’t understand before is that “submissives” exist—self-identified, self-conscious, tribes of them. Before I read Conquer Me the inner lives of lifestyle female submissives seemed alien to me. I knew a couple of these creatures from a distance, but could only imagine them as being confused about what they wanted. Submission is a part of sexuality, I understood that, but my model of the psyche would only let it be the sprinkles on the frosting on the cake—not the cake itself. For me D/s flashes up briefly and occasionally and that’s all of the relationship style I care to inhabit. So of course I did that thing we humans do and identified the little dot of how-it-is-for-me as the whole mural of what it’s like to be human. Kacie Cunningham, though, knows she’s submissive and knows she exists and understands her own flourishing, and is compelling on all these points. She has looked into the puzzle of her own sexuality both deeply and with a good deal of practical sense. She knows, if only because the huge popularity of bodice-ripping romance novels tells her as much, that there are millions of women who get their wet on by some variant of the drama of being conquered. But does that fantasy need to remain unexpressed and indirectly satisfied? What if occasional bedroom play only begins to touch one’s urge to submit? What would it be like to have a relationship that supported submissive desire such that it could be extended into the more mundane corners of life? How are such lives arranged? What are the obstacles and pitfalls that couples run into when they extend this dynamic outside the bedroom? This is a book about “consensual neo-slavery” that explores those questions from the point of view of a heterosexual female submissive—one who has a job and children, as well as a “Master.” In one way this book is like every other relationship book you’ve ever read: Her point of points is that it’s all about communication. On the surface that seems a paradox. If one person in the relationship gets to call the shots and the other takes pleasure in having the shots called, you might wonder what there is to talk about. Kacie Cunningham understands that this is a paradox, but she also has a lot of lived experience working within the intricacies of voluntary submission. So she pulls apart the whole topping-from-the-bottom issue, and gives a lot of examples from a lot of different situations about how to communicate submissive desires. Doms aren’t mind readers, she insists, so “when you make the mistake of assuming that your partner sees you the way you see yourself, you’re doing both of you a disservice.” The tone of the book is that of an older but still vital woman of the tribe, deep with experience-based wisdom, sharing how it is with daughters of the tribe who have already recognized themselves as more wired for surrender than the other girls with whom they work in the maize garden. She’s straightforward, open, well-informed, not at all condescending, admittedly fallible, and casually explicit. She’s also aware of the dangers of the D/s dynamic, such as that an abusive relationship can masquerade as a kinky one. She pauses on such points and takes the time to explain how to make the relevant distinctions. As the girls take in what the elder has to say shame lifts, possibilities open, and sexual-expression based on self-knowledge starts to seem possible. There are still mistakes to be made, but the future seems less uncharted and their erotic-identities more dignified, fun, and human. ...more |
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This is, to my way of thinking, an extraordinary book about a great topic. Although, if you're not an intellectually ambitious person the book may seem to have, as several Good Reads reviewers opined, too damn many words. But I like Kathryn Schulz's prose. She knows her western canon and cites it deftly. In the course of elaborating her ideas about the experience of wrongness she'll even uncover a novel point here and there about the literature and philosophy she so clearly loves. I also like that she's a reporter. She wants to tell stories about our world now, and finds people whose lives have forced on them deep meditations on wrongness and she gets them to open up to her: A divorce lawyer to the stars, a woman who was raped who's testimony put the wrong man in prison, a young fundamentalist woman who fell in love with an atheist. She draws on their experience and brings their words into her argument with considerable delicacy. The topic itself is fascinating. She explains that "we don't experience, remember, track, or retain mistakes as a feature of our inner landscape." As soon as we realize we have a bad theory about something it's like our brain grabs another one so that we can always experience ourselves as in the right. This argument is set out with great fun and skill, and if you buy into it you start to buy into a humanizing fascination with our relations to wrongness. She argues it's inextricably bound with our next best selves, and she makes this argument in a friendly, secular, wide-ranging way that I found myself taking to heart. ...more |
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I know how chess pieces move, but haven't played the game since I was a kid and couldn't follow the annotated games that comprise about half the pages of this book. I nonetheless loved Chess for Zebras because of the way its author, a Grandmaster who has also worked and thought as a chess tutor, conceives the game. "Chess," he writes, "...is about using ideas to solve problems." So the problem of the book becomes: How does one go from knowing-that to knowing-how, that is, knowing about an idea to being able to use it to solve a more-or-less unique problem under some version of real time? It's a question applicable to all games of mental skill. The book takes a wandering tour through skill acquisition, and may itself be vulnerable to the charge that it's a knowing-that book as opposed to a knowing-how book. Its ideas concern the obstacles (especially for adults with their settled mentalities) to chess improvement. There are specific recommendations for training rather than studying, but I'd be surprised if the book's chess playing readers found the advice of much use or interest. Rowson is well versed in the literature of decision-making, however, and fully invested in life as a chess player. His prose is relaxed, quite, and illuminating. Here are three of the books many ideas that I found thought provoking. 1) The title comes from a Sufi saying: "If you hear hoofbeats, think of a zebra." The automatic association to hoof beats is of course a horse, so the saying captures something about the way in which competitive mental games reward the one who can resist the common association. In most games there is a basic strategy the knowledge of which defines a serious player. But in order to outwit the opponent, while resisting what Rowson calls "the genius complex" which causes you to want to make unconventional moves to bolster your chess ego, you have to be able to see a little further into the position at hand, which often means holding off your first assumption and waiting a little longer for your mind to explore the position...thus the title: Chess for Zebras. 2) "Improvement happens at the edge of your comfort zone." This is a pretty standard maxim of skill acquisition, but Rowson brings it a lot of life and clarity. There's a pleasure in rehearsing stuff we're good at to retain it and get better at it--and certainly repetition is a part of retaining skills built to fine tolerances. But to get better you have to find the edge of your skill, the place where your ability goes to pieces, and stay with it there to figure out what happens and how it might not happen and what else could happen...and there's an inbuilt reluctance on our part to go to our edge--to see ourselves as the fallible, forked creatures that we are. 3) "...it's not so much that we concentrate in order to play chess, but that we play chess in order to concentrate." People pour a lot of energy into sports and games, and I've always found that a bit mysterious. I, for example, spend a lot time handicapping basketball games. I know I could make more money doing something else, but using ideas to solve problems in this realm fascinates me. But why? What do I get out of it? Rowson's explanation of the internal good produced by playing chess against an opponent of one's own caliber resonated with me. I found my own motivational world illuminated. ...more |
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| This is a hard book to review because on the one hand it's not very good, but on the other hand were it a little better organized, a lot less repetiti This is a hard book to review because on the one hand it's not very good, but on the other hand were it a little better organized, a lot less repetitive, and were the sentences not so flat and grinding, one senses it could have been a trading classic. Its virtues are its sincerity, the sense that its author is immersed in thinking through the inner game of trading, and his willingness to risk hyperbole to convey his convictions. Goodreads reviewer Matthew Phann recorded a reaction that I recognized as my own: "Some people might think it's vague mumbo jumbo, and I agree it's somewhat vague, but interesting conceptually and probably approaches the truth." The way that I would describe its approach to truth would be to say that it's a book that proposes a useful mythology for the education of a trader. The pre-disciplined trader, in Mark Douglas's self-creation myth, is like the programmer-hacker Neo in the film The Matrix. At the beginning of the film he's immersed in a "dream world," but with the help of an experience of what Douglas calls "forced awareness" and a lot of deep reflection he is able(to use a favorite phrase of Douglas's) "to release himself from" the conventional, fake, herd world. Douglas describes his own liberation after going bankrupt as follows: "I started to appreciate my ability to think as my greatest asset...This sense of appreciation began to grow into a deeper level of understanding about the basic nature of my identity." Finally he realizes that "In the market environment...there is no beginning, middle, or end--only what you create in your own mind." In the "Final Note" Douglas explains the challenges of trading life once liberation occurs. Even after you have learned all of the skills set forth in this book, at some point in time it will probably occur to you that your trading is simply a feedback mechanism to tell you how much you like yourself in any given moment. After you have learned to trust yourself to always act in your best interests the only thing that will hold you back is your degree of self-valuation. That is, you will give yourself an amount of money that directly correspond with what you believe you deserve based on some value system you acquired at some point in your life. The more positive you feel about yourself, the more abundance that will naturally flow your way as a by-product of these positive feelings. So, in essence, to give yourself more money as a trader you need to identify, change or decharge anything in your mental environment that doesn't contribute to the highest degree of self-valuation that is possible. So there's a sample of his prose, as well as a vision of enlightenment and its fruits as set forth in The Disciplined Trader. To go back to The Matrix analogy, in Douglas's book the two worlds are called the "structured" and the "unstructured" world. The structured world is also called "the cultural environment." It's the world that includes other people. The unstructured world is of course "the market environment." It obeys no rules. It can do anything at any time. So...one has to make an informed guess about what it will do and cut losses when it contradicts one's guess. One will be tempted to hold onto one's position in denial that one was wrong and in the hope that the market will reverse and "make one whole." The virtue of virtues in an unstructured environment, as we have seen above, is said to be self-love, the more the better. The foundation for this self-love, though, is a kind of aversion to the ways of culture at large in favor of a privately acquired, hard-to-achieve mental independence which manifests itself as a cheerful confidence that harbors no fear. In society [i.e. "a structured environment"] we can get by and even be successful with a facade of confidence because people will generally support each other's illusions about themselves. The market, however, has no vested interest in supporting anyone's illusions about himself. If a trader is feeling fearful he can try to cover it up all he wants but his trading results will readily reflect his true feelings. The argument seems to be that the market is the truth, and if you can be without psychological damage that causes you to want to dissemble before your fellows then you can be the truth too and thereby make yourself congruent with the market--and know what it will do. It's a bold argument made in detail and while it's probably clear I think it's a little over the top I want to acknowledge, following Phan's remark, that in at least a mythological way the book probably gets something quite right. For someone interested in a library perusal I'd say The first eight chapters are better than the last nine. And finally: though I've never recommended The Disciplined Trader to a friend I would if I had any friends fully intent on following every possible clue that might help solve the mystery of a successful trader's self-formation. ...more |
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| I have a bunch of books on "the inner game" of this, that, and the other thing. Some of them are pretty good, and some are pretty bad. I remembered th I have a bunch of books on "the inner game" of this, that, and the other thing. Some of them are pretty good, and some are pretty bad. I remembered this one as pretty bad, but hadn't read it in years (it came out in 1996). So I decided to read it again as an investigation of an old gut reaction. I found out that rereading it didn't change my sour response, and here is my list of reasons why I found it so limited. 1) It's derivative. A bunch of other "inner game" type books are quoted to the point that it reads like a quotation quilt. 2) The information is delivered in a series of interviews divided into two sections: therapist types and traders. In the first section one guy is a martial artist and has a dojo, another is an NLP dude, one teaches progressive relaxation, and so on. Their interviews sometimes start to sound like an infomercial for a seminar which has probably been defunct for twenty years. 3)In the second set of interviews you have four successful traders who talk about their definition of intuition and how they became intuitive traders. All the stories are the same: They worked hard, stayed positive, and it came to them. 4) There's a lot of brutally cliche stuff said delivered to the reader as a gift. For example: Commitment to hard work and self-improvement may seem to be an obvious point; however, in reality I believe it's the essential point. Or: I am a firm believer in the power of positive thinking. Or (again): What works? Hark work works! That's it! Work. Work. Work. You know, in anything, to get it without working is not satisfying for the most part, and if you don't work hard, more than likely it won't work. These are not passing remarks made by interviewees on their way to more interesting points. They are the themes, or rather the truisms, hammered on again and again. -- Clearly I was frustrated with the book, but it's only fair to say it's not written for someone like me. Maybe the right-left brain stuff and the West-East stuff was less in the air in 1996, and maybe a reader who knew a lot about technical analysis and the mechanics of trading who hadn't considered the role that one's frame of mind plays in the success of any given strategic approach would find some light bulbs going on. I did finish the book which I rarely would do for a book that seemed to offer so little. As I look through it I find a sentence or phrase ticked here and there--indications that the book offered some clarifications and distinctions even to my jaded eye. I was especially intrigued by the idea, introduced several times, but never developed beyond statement, that: "Trading is self discovery. You can tell who you are and what you are by how you trade." Is that Self Important Big Talk by a practionar about his practice? Or, is the riddle of trading coeval with the deeper mysteries of selfhood? The book didn't help me find my way into that issue, although it's one that stayed with me. But mostly I had the impression of people with tacit knowledge struggling to explain what they had learned, and falling back on garbled lore and the commonplaces beloved by self-made men and women since the beginning of the middle class. ...more |
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This is a book about "the social origins of addictive drives." Its argument, in a nutshell, is that we get hooked on stuff because our brains don't ge
This is a book about "the social origins of addictive drives." Its argument, in a nutshell, is that we get hooked on stuff because our brains don't get what our brains all need and can come to crave: To know and be known by others, beginning in the family. That's a very bald statement of the thesis of a wonderfully deep, far-reaching, and honest book. The author is the staff physician at the Portland Hotel Society in Vancouver, Canada--an experimental treatment program for drug addicts which provides, in addition to food and a place to stay, a "clean injection site" where addicts can take their street drugs in a well lit place with clean needles provided by a medical staff which is also on hand to treat the horrific consequences of long term drug addiction. "The core intention is to take people as they are--no matter how dysfunctional, troubled, and troubling they may be." So Dr. Mate lives with these all too human humans, and this book flows out of that experience. But it's a wide, wide ranging book. He tells the unvarnished stories of the lives of some of his patients, while also revealing the inner life, sometimes ugly, he leads as their physician. He then puts addiction on a spectrum, from substance addiction to "high status addictions" like workaholism--and explores contemporary brain science to reveal what is coming to be understood as the the social-developmental-neuroscience of addictive drives. There's an clear position taken concerning "the war on drugs," and while I think his fear of drug legalization as a beginning policy remedy is unfounded, what he does have to say is wise and compassionate and reveals a heretofore undiscovered viewpoint in a heretofore unheard voice. A few reviews complained that the book meanders, and if you're someone who only reads books for classes you might find that to be the case. The reader has to be a bit patient with Dr. Mate, but I rate him highly as a prose stylist. Every couple of pages you'll probably find an offhand sentence that sizzles your brain. And the argument, to my reading, never looses itself as it goes all over the place to bring its soft flooding light to an old and seemingly all too familiar problem. I put this book on my Buddhist shelf because to my mind it's informed by exactly the intensely practical insights and vulnerable stances produced by secular Buddhist spirituality at its best. But that said, except for the title allusion to Buddhist cosmology and a few scattered references to Buddha as kind of the brand name for mindfulness, it's not a book by a Buddhist or in any direct way about Buddhism. But if one can be a Bodhisattva without being a Buddhist...then oh my gosh he is. ...more |
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| One sometimes runs into folks who are suspicious of Buddhism and particularly of the capacity of westerners to find solace in an allegedly Buddhist pe One sometimes runs into folks who are suspicious of Buddhism and particularly of the capacity of westerners to find solace in an allegedly Buddhist perspective. I am not a Buddhist, but have found a lot of value in meditation--and in the ethical viewpoint roughly associated with Buddhist practice. So if the discussion comes to exchanging book titles this is the one I recommend as an introduction to what I'll roughly call a Buddhist approach to suffering. There are better books on meditation. There are better books on the Precepts--the founding concerns of Buddhist ethical life. There are better books on...Buddhist monastic life, lay life, activism, spirituality, sexuality, relation to psychotherapy, the tradition's kooks and heroes and Americanization. But I don't think there's a better-voiced introductory book on the practical value of cultivating a Buddhist frame of mind in relation to suffering and what she calls "the trances" of everyday life. The first time an American from what is most likely a Christian background picks up a Buddhisty book it's likely to be pretty scary. Tara Brach seems to get that, and to address such seekers in an inviting and heart-opening way. One of the things I like about this book is the many sources it draws on. It is personal, telling, for example, of joining an ashram and having a falling out with its leader, of a divorce, of difficulties in raising her son. It draws on her professional work, relating stories of exchanges that, as a psychotherapist, she has had with her clients. And most of all it is literary, skillfully so. She retells and interprets stories from the tradition, as well as anecdotes from contemporary American life, all to the end of introducing the outlines of a kind of consciousness she calls "Radical Acceptance." There is a two star review by Robert who calls the book "pretty lightweight." I think I can see where he's coming from, although the way that I'd put it is that this book is highly syncretic. Robert damns the book's stylistic achievement with faint praise calling it "a breezy read." Here I would disagree. It does go down easy, but the "it" that goes down is a broad, passionate, intelligent, practical introduction to a rich spiritual tradition about which there is a growing curiosity. ...more |
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Formally this one should go on my biography shelf, but this work on Hegel's career so helpfully addressed my own reading limitations that I have to co
Formally this one should go on my biography shelf, but this work on Hegel's career so helpfully addressed my own reading limitations that I have to count it as a work of philosophy. I had read The Phenomenology more than once, and dutifully slogged through the (more readable) lectures on aesthetics and the history of philosophy. So before reading Pinkard's work I had a pretty good handle on Hegel in a history-of-ideas sort of way. But Hegel never took my breath away--as has practically every other major philosopher who I've been lucky enough to study at length. I just couldn't figure out why Hegel was such a big deal. I knew that he was and knew my not getting it pointed to a hole in my understanding, not at the quality of his contribution. In his preface to The Tempest Dr. Johnson comments on Shakespeare, "...as we owe everything to him, he owes something to us; that, if much of his praise be given by perception and judgement, much is likewise given by custom and veneration." Terry Pinkard's biography helped me understand why so much is given to Hegel by custom and veneration, and with a clearer idea of why his peers, and the next generation or two, revered him and his work, my subsequent readings of The Phenomenology have been more generous and comprehending. Thanks to Pinkard I get why he's such a big deal. So here's what Pinkard's biography taught me about Hegel's status. Because Hegel was from a small town he had to go to a crappy little seminary not a big prestigious university. There he was formed intellectually by the luck of making two dear friends there (Holderlin and Schelling)who were themselves to emerge as significant intellectuals. As he was becoming an adult, patriotism, as it happened, French patriotism, was emerging as a force in the world for the very first time. Hegel set himself the task of trying to understand what was happening as the notion of the fatherland transformed itself into the idea of the nation state. Here the details help, but it's to be remembered that The Holy Roman Empire was an actual administrative entity in Hegel's time, and progressives were longing for something to come into being that could be called Germany. They wanted this because the French model suggested to them that if the little kingdoms united into a nation it would hire secular philosophers to help determine policy and to provide the historical knowledge thought to be wise government's most crucial source. Hegel was constantly writing his friends begging for help finding a job teaching philosophy at a University, but he could never find such a job. So he had to be a tutor, edit a learned journal and then a newspaper, and then more or less a high school principal with teaching duties. Finally, at age forty six, he got appointed to a university professorship at Heidelberg. He had a deep sense, perhaps mistaken, but quite sincere of what a Professor might and ought to be in the New World Order of his time.This allowed him to invent himself as a self-conscious role model, and many younger ambitious intellectuals learned from him how to take a stance under the new conditions of state patronage. Pinkard is not only smart about putting together the details of Hegel's life to form a revealing and compelling life story, but along the way he makes use of his own professorial explaining skill. You get a sense of the Kantian waters that everyone in Hegel's generation with philosophic ambitions had to swim in. You follow both the controversies within Kantian thought, and the polemic against it. There's a ton of such commentary throughout the book, and yet, at least to me, while some of it slowed me down none of it bogged me down. Much of Hegel's prose is not at all obscure. The Phenomenology is famously obscure, and there are lot of good commentaries on it. Once you've worked you way through that kind of study, though, if like me you're still puzzled by Hegel's achievement, Pinkard's book may be just the help you need to snap it into focus. ...more |
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As I write there are already 128 reviews of this book, and their amazingly single-voiced. They say: George Dohrmann had a ton of patience to follow on
As I write there are already 128 reviews of this book, and their amazingly single-voiced. They say: George Dohrmann had a ton of patience to follow one prodigy player and his angle-schooting coach through the cesspool that is big time "grassroots" basketball--and he did good. And I agree. It's detailed, skillfully candid, impressive long form reporting. But when UCLA player Reeves Nelson sued Dohrmann and Sports Illustrated for defamation of character (for a story completely unrelated to this book), it made me think of the book in a new way. Clearly liberties were taken in this book as Dohrmann reports on all kinds of incidents as if he had witnessed them, when he was clearly working from accounts. In the "Author's Note" Mr. Dohrman freely admits that he wasn't present for many of the events and so "recreated them through interviews." That's fair, I guess, and it certainly would have watered down his narrative had he not given himself permission to write as if he were a fly on the wall writing down what people said. It is, though, a viewpoint--and I find myself wishing that Mr. Dohrmann himself had come a bit more forward to give the reader a clearer sense of the passions and interests of the one "recreating" the life of these people who by and large are harshly judged. -- postscript...The lawsuit I mentioned in my review was dismissed by the court. Mr. Dohnrmann's journalistic integrity is intact. Reeves Nelson's Lawsuit vs. George Dohrmann Dismissed ...more |
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